Time flies.
Before anyone realized it, a year and a half had quietly passed.
Today was the day of the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament.
Just like in previous years, the grand martial arts tournament was being held on Papaya Island.
Only, this time the World Martial Arts Tournament was much bigger than before, nearly ten times larger in scale than ever.
After all, it was jointly being promoted by Earth's number one corporation, which was now also the Earth's largest consortium, alongside the official tournament organizers.
To meet Talot and the others' needs, Bulma had made tremendous contributions and changes over the past year.
It could be said that the Hoi-Poi Capsule Corporation's industry had become the core of the Earth, so much so that Bulma's proactive investment not only received official approval, but even brought about changes to the rules.
In fact, the scale of this tournament was now somewhat similar to the scene during the Majin Buu saga.
Or perhaps, it was even grander than that.
Now, this World Martial Arts Tournament could truly be called the "World" Martial Arts Tournament.
The number of participants exceeded ten thousand, and the main venue alone could accommodate several hundred thousand, if not more than a million, spectators.
Of course, the reason there were so many contestants was that most of them were here to try their luck.
After all, as long as you made it past the preliminaries and into the finals, you'd win a prize of 100,000 Zeni.
Let alone the champion and runner-up, who would receive 100 million Zeni and 50 million Zeni, respectively.
These were all prizes set by Bulma's consortium after discussion, and there were additional prizes for making it to the top four, top sixteen, and so on.
So essentially, as long as you made it to the finals, you'd be earning quite a bit.
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Not far from the main venue on Papaya Island.
Goku, Krillin, Tien Shinhan, Yamcha, Chiaotzu, Raditz, Salari, Nappa… even Master Roshi and a whole bunch of family members were gathered here.
Everyone was together, chatting and laughing, sharing stories of their own experiences over the past two years.
At this moment, thanks to Bulma's arrangements, they had all finished registering, and were now heading to the rest area to wait for the tournament to begin.
After all, their status was different; otherwise, the group wouldn't have had a dedicated rest area.
All thanks to Bulma's arrangements.
"Is Brother Talot not back yet? I can't wait to see just how strong the Namekians are! And that Piccolo too, I'm getting more and more excited just thinking about it." Goku was no longer the teenager he once was; he'd truly grown into a young man, and his face was full of anticipation.
After all his hard work, the moment to put himself to the test had finally come. His base power level had long since broken through a million.
Things are different now.
"They should be back soon. Thinking about it now really brings back memories, so much time has passed without us noticing. I wonder how strong Ragar and Nail have become?" Salari recalled the time when she first met Ragar, and remembered how Nail had still been a child back then.
While she was reminiscing, Talora wriggled out of Salari's embrace and stood on the ground.
She wasn't even two years old yet, but she'd already grown remarkably well, and her potential was far beyond that of an ordinary child.
Talora curiously looked at Raditz's son Turnip, who was being held in Launch's arms.
The age gap was just one year, not much difference at all, but Turnip seemed a bit more babyish.
It was clear Talora wanted Turnip to come down and play with her, but Turnip was still ignorant.
Maybe this is the difference between a pure-blooded Saiyan and a hybrid Saiyan. There's still a bit of a gap.
"Just wait another two months, and Turnip will be able to walk on his own and play with you, Talora." Raditz wasn't worried; instead, he joked with Talora.
Actually, he was quite nostalgic about the past too. After all, he'd been to Planet Namek and had met Ragar and Nail.
The last time they met had already been many years ago.
"But speaking of which, Vegeta, I can't believe you actually came to participate. It's been a long time, you're different from before," Nappa said from the side, all his attention focused on Vegeta.
"Hmph! Since all of you are here, how could I not come! Besides, there's someone I must defeat!" Vegeta shot Raditz a heated glance.
He had always regarded Raditz as the first rival he must surpass.
First surpass Raditz, and then surpass Talot.
As for the Namekians that Talot would be bringing along, Vegeta didn't pay them any mind at all.
Back when he served in the Frieza Force, Vegeta had seen some information about Namekians.
It was said that some Namekians had ridiculously high power levels, but aside from that, there was very little recorded in the files.
In his eyes, no matter how strong Namekians were, how could they compare to Saiyans?!
Because of Vegeta's words, the atmosphere grew quiet for a moment.
After all, even though Vegeta had been living on Earth all this time and hadn't caused any trouble in the past two years, most people still held some hostility toward him.
But as for Vegeta, Raditz clearly didn't care; after all, it wasn't the first time Vegeta had looked at him like that.
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