The city closest to the previous battlefield had already been destroyed by that oaf Nappa when he and Vegeta first landed.
The closest one now was a city called [Orange City].
In a certain buffet restaurant-
Looking at two stacks of plates nearly three meters high, the waitstaff and other diners were utterly dumbfounded.
They couldn't understand how Jin, whose physique seemed no different from an ordinary person's aside from his handsome face, could fit so much food into his stomach.
That Jin, who had gradually grown to a height of 1.9 meters, matching Hancock, was one thing. But how could that weirdly dressed, 1.6-meter-tall guy with the spiky hair and big forehead eat so much too?
'Were their stomachs bottomless pits?'
"Cough... esteemed guests, we've run out of ingredients," A waiter said with a tearful face as he approached.
Vegeta, holding a chicken leg in his left hand and twirling spaghetti with a fork in his right, coldly glanced at him, scaring the waiter stiff.
Jin just waved his hand, indicating the waiter could leave.
"Can we fight now? Your time has come," Vegeta said, swallowing his last mouthful of spaghetti with a cold sneer.
Jin slowly opened his mouth to speak.
Suddenly, a sound came from the public TV in the restaurant.
"Dear viewers, we now bring you the live broadcast of the junior division finals of the 24th World Martial Arts Tournament! The contestants are the 6-year-old Videl and..."
"Hmm?"
Hearing this, Jin turned to look at the TV.
On the screen, a girl about the same age as Gohan, with a blend of prettiness and spiritedness, full of childishness, jogged onto the stage.
'Videl?'
'If I remember correctly...'
As a transmigrator, Jin remembered something, and his expression gradually became perverted.
He had almost forgotten about the World Martial Arts Tournament.
After the Saiyan Saga, this tournament's presence became lower and lower.
Moreover, the championship was completely monopolized by a certain loser.
It completely lost the feeling of heroes vying for supremacy from before, becoming more like a circus clown gathering.
"Well~ I've found the perfect stage for the two of us."
Jin waved his hand, signaling Vegeta to follow.
Vegeta's face was covered in black lines.
He wondered if this country bumpkin was deliberately stalling for time.
'Whatever, if he dares to play any more tricks, I'll kill him immediately.'
...
West City, the venue for the World Martial Arts Tournament.
"Amazing! The 6-year-old contestant Videl has defeated her 14-year-old opponent, Lantu Jaka, in just three strikes! She wins the junior division championship!"
The sunglasses-wearing host, the true protagonist of the World Martial Arts Tournament, shouted into the microphone.
Although he seemed enthusiastic on the surface, internally, he felt nothing.
After witnessing the previous tournament's final between Goku and Piccolo, this kind of match seemed like child's play to the host.
Amid the cheers of the live audience, the organizers handed a small trophy to the 6-year-old Videl.
The host stepped to the center of the arena and shouted again:
"Next, let's welcome the two finalists of the adult division, competing for the championship of the 24th World Martial Arts Tournament!"
"They are Mr. Satan from Orange Star City! And Juel from West City!"
Amid the host's shouts and the cheers of the audience, a burly man with an afro, a bare chest revealing thick chest hair, and a shoulder-length blond man with a somewhat pretty-boy vibe walked out from backstage.
"Hahaha! That's my daughter for you! Well done, well done!"
Mr. Satan rubbed the head of his daughter, who was holding the trophy.
Videl secretly rolled her eyes but said nothing.
Once the two contestants were in position, the host waved his hand and announced:
"Then, the finals of the 24th World Martial Arts Tournament, beg-"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Before the host could utter the final word, two afterimages suddenly landed.
The storm raised upon their landing even blew the front-row audience into the air.
The same happened to Mr. Satan, Juel, and the host on the stage.
Who else could it be but Jin and Vegeta?
"Is this the place you found? A bunch of Earthlings who look stupid," Vegeta said, crossing his arms over his chest with a look of disdain.
"Y-you are..."
The host adjusted his sunglasses, which had been blown askew by the hurricane, and asked in astonishment.
"We're here to participate in this tournament. My name is Uchiha Jin, and this guy is Vegeta," Jin said, pointing first to himself, then to Vegeta.
"Th-these two... did they just fly here?" Juel, who had been blown off his feet, stared straight at the two, muttering in disbelief as he recalled what he had just witnessed.
"Heh, i-it's a deception!" Mr. Satan, who had been blown off the stage, clumsily climbed back onto it, forcing a laugh as he explained.
Hearing Jin say they were here to compete, the host was first stunned, then scratched his head and said:
"Y-you two, you're too late. We're already in the finals. If you want to compete, please come back next tournament."
"Hey, don't be so rigid, brother," Jin patted the host's shoulder and winked.
"You witnessed the last tournament's finals, after all. Don't you think a fight at this level between these two is completely unworthy of the World Martial Arts Tournament's finals?"
...
Meanwhile, at Kame House on a small island overseas.
Master Roshi, Bulma, the turtle, Oolong, and the others who were waiting here for the outcome of the battle between the protagonist group and the Saiyans were all staring dumbfounded at the TV, where Jin was chatting casually with the host while Vegeta looked impatient.
They felt their worldviews shattering.
Master Roshi: "Th-that's Jin, right? H-he's grown so tall already!"
Bulma: "Th-the short guy next to him... is he the Saiyan? The tail on his waist is just like Goku's when he was little!"
Oolong: "Wait! This guy named Jin has a tail on his waist too! Wh-what in the world is going on!?"
...
Just as viewers worldwide watching the tournament broadcast were confused, back at the scene...
Faced with Jin's reasoning, the host was somewhat tempted.
It was true… the strength of this year's finalists, Mr. Satan and Juel, was miles behind that of Goku and Piccolo from the previous tournament.
They couldn't even compare to Goku and Tien from the tournament before that.
But, the problem was, rules were rules.
"Hey, hey, hey! You kid with the parlor tricks! What do you take martial arts for?" Mr. Satan, who always considered himself invincible, couldn't stand hearing Jin belittle him like this and stepped forward.
"If you want to participate in the World Martial Arts Tournament, you should train hard like I did, and then-"
Squelch!
Before Mr. Satan could finish, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his abdomen.
He looked down, and a hand had pierced through his stomach and emerged from his back.
He turned his head to look.
The one who did it was the short guy!
"Dad!!!"
Videl, who had been watching from behind the stage, was completely terrified.
After standing frozen for a few seconds, she suddenly snapped out of it, screaming in pain and running onto the stage.
By then, Vegeta had already withdrawn his right hand, which had impaled Mr. Satan, and said to Jin with anger in his eyes:
"How much more time do you want to waste? Hurry up and fight!"
Thud!
At the same time, Mr. Satan, who had received the same treatment as Kakyoin, fell to his knees and then collapsed to the ground.
Videl, who had run over, knelt beside her father's body. Seeing this, she cried and screamed in terror.
But no matter what, she wouldn't get a response.
Jin couldn't help but feel amused watching this.
If he had to name the person he disliked the most in the Dragon Ball World, it would undoubtedly be Mr. Satan.
While characters like Buggy from the One Piece World and King from the One-Punch Man World also belonged to the type with maxed-out luck who stole the protagonist's credit, Mr. Satan was the most detestable of them all.
Of course, a character like Momonosuke was on a whole other level beyond mere dislike, causing outright physiological discomfort.
Jin had been wondering how to get rid of Mr. Satan, and now Vegeta had done the job for him.
'You're quite the nice guy~'
"Don't worry, I'll make it quick for you," Jin said to Vegeta with an appreciative nod.
"Hmph! You dare say that? Then I'll make sure you die in agony!" Vegeta pointed his thumb at his own face.
'It's here! The pointing that precedes a beating!'
With Mr. Satan's death, the live audience and viewers worldwide were stunned.
'A m-murder!?'
The host also shuddered violently.
This scenario was exactly like the fight between Goku and Piccolo in the previous tournament!
"Please do the honors," Jin patted the host's shoulder, then pointed to the camera in the corner of the stage.
"Don't turn off the live broadcast. Make sure to capture my handsome fighting."
The cameraman was dumbfounded.
'Your request is way too much!'
'I just want to run now.'
As for Juel, the other finalist, he had long since disappeared.
"Waa... Dad... Dad, wake up..."
Well, there's also a little crybaby still here.
"Hey, kid, get far away from here. It's dangerous," Jin ruffled the 6-year-old Videl's head.
"Don't touch me! You bad people! Dad! Give me back my dad!" Little Videl pointed at Vegeta, jumping and shouting.
The shorty prince's face darkened.
He immediately wanted to reward this damn brat with an energy ball.
"Jin! We're over here! Are you Bulma's new boyfriend?" Just then, a small helicopter flew overhead, and a woman with golden curly hair waved from below.
"Auntie! Take care of this kid!" Jin smiled upon seeing this and directly threw Videl towards the helicopter, accurately tossing her into the cockpit.
"Sorry for the wait." As the helicopter slowly flew away, Jin turned to Vegeta with a smile.
"Hmph! So many annoying things!" Vegeta thought to himself, 'First, kill this annoying country monkey, then get the Dragon Balls and obtain eternal life.'
That was the most important thing for him.
"Bring it on!"
Seeing that the nuisances were gone, Vegeta spread his short legs apart, forming a claw shape with his left hand in front and sweeping his right hand back, assuming his unique fighting stance.
"Hmm~" Jin also radiated a satisfied smile.
Being able to kill that disgusting Mr. Satan before the fight put him in a great mood.
The only regret was not exposing his bragging while he was still alive.
But on second thought, forget it.
He hated the trope of 'acting weak to defeat the strong' the most.
Many people who act like idiots end up becoming real idiots.
Didn't they understand that the key point of 'acting weak to defeat the strong' was 'defeating the strong', not 'acting weak'?
Jin also took a step forward, simultaneously placing his hand on his sword hilt.
Even through the screen, Master Roshi, Bulma, and the others hundreds of kilomters away felt a suffocating sensation as if their hearts were about to jump out of their throats.
'It's coming, the battle that will decide Earth's fate!'
Swish-
The next instant, Jin made the first move!
He pushed off with both feet and suddenly drew his sword.
Vegeta tilted his head to the side.
He felt a sharp pressure graze past his cheek.
Under the camera's lens, the city ground behind Vegeta now had a chasm as deep as an abyss.
If one looked down from above the city, they would see this chasm splitting West City in two!
Vegeta, having dodged sideways, countered with a punch.
Jin raised his hand to block with the sword hilt.
However, he was still sent flying back over ten meters, crashing through the wall behind the stage.
"Is that all you've got? A low-class warrior from the countryside!" Vegeta sneered.
The next second, the smile on Vegeta's face suddenly froze.
He could feel the surrounding temperature rising continuously.
The rubble burying Jin's body began to melt into liquid, like roasted rice cakes.
Boom!
Boom!!
Boom!!!
Dozens of fire tornadoes over a hundred meters in diameter erupted from the ground of West City.
In the Chat Group of the Dead, Yamamoto's expression changed drastically.
How could he not recognize it?
That was the power of Ryujin Jakka!
And it was the power of Ryujin Jakka being used without calling out the release command.
That meant... Jin had achieved Bankai!
That's right. Any member of the Gotei 13 knew that only a Shinigami who had mastered Bankai could use their Zanpakuto's Shikai without calling the release command.
…
The next instant, a fiery red light shot out.
A low sweep aimed straight for Vegeta's throat with a slash.
"Hmph!" Vegeta let out a cold snort.
He met it head-on with a punch.
Extremely terrifying high temperatures scattered into the sky in the form of sparks.
And then they fell back down sporadically.
No, calling them 'sparks' seemed a bit of an understatement.
They were more like meteor showers!
This was probably what the dinosaurs saw during the ancient times.
"Oh my god! What kind of monsters are these!?"
"Run! Run for your lives!"
"Is this human power? Didn't Mr. Satan say it was a deception?"
"Damn it, your Mr. Satan is already dead. Do you want to join him?"
The entire West City was in chaos.
Actually, Jin initially just wanted to let the people of this world's Earth know that there existed powers beyond nature in this world.
Although he had no interest in learning from Goku to protect the world, he didn't want to be some nameless hero either, nor let others take credit for his work.
The Protagonist Group is the one saving the world, but all the benefits go to Mr. Satan?
That was something Jin absolutely could not tolerate.
The best way was to let these foolish Earthlings know that the world wasn't as simple as they thought.
As for Mr. Satan's death...
Jin could only say it was an accident.
After all, he was just a transmigrator, not the author.
How could he have predicted that Vegeta would be so kind as to help him eliminate this Dragon Ball World's version of Momonosuke?