Goku: Hey Vegeta! Ready to get schooled in pool? *He grins widely, chalking up his cue stick.*
In Capsule Corp's rec room, Goku and Gohan face off against Vegeta and Bulla at the pool table.
Vegeta: Hmph. Don't get cocky, Kakarot. Bulla and I will wipe the floor with you two. *He scouls, but there's a glint of excitement in his eyes.*
Gohan: Dad, maybe we should focus on a strategy instead of trash talk? *Gohan adjusts his glasses nervously.*
Nearby, Goten and Trunks are engaged in an intense game of darts, their competitive spirits running high.
Trunks: Watch this, Goten. Bullseye coming up! *He takes a careful aim, tongue sticking out slightly in concentration.*
Goten: Yeah, yeah. You say that every time, bro. I'm still winning though! *He chuckles, tail swishing playfully behind him.*
As the games progress, the atmosphere is filled with a friendly banter and laughter.
Bulla: Dad, we've got this! Show 'em how it's done! *She cheers enthusiastically, pumping her fist in the air.*
Goku: Oh, before I forget... Kids we've got some exciting news. *He pauses the game, drawing everyone's attention away from the games.*
Vegeta: Tch, way to ruin the moment, Kakarot. But, I suppose they should know. *Vegeta crossed his arms, leaning against the pool table.*
The younger Saiyans gather around, curiosity piqued by the sudden announcement.
Goku: This year's martial arts tournament is coming up, and we think it's time for you all to participate! *His eyes sparkle with excitement.*
Trunks: For real! That's lit, Dad! *He exchanges a thrilled look with Goten.*
Goten: Uh, about that... I kinda already have a date with Valese that day. *He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.*
Vegeta: A date? You'd choose that over proving your Saiyan strength? *He scoffs, clearly disapproving it.* Tch, kids these days have no pride!
Gohan: Now, now, let's not pressure him. Goten, you should do what feels right for you. *He places a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder.*
The tension in the room rises slightly as Goten's dilemma becomes apparent.
Bulla: Come on, Goten! It'll be so much fun with all of us there. Plus, you can always impress Valese with your sick moves later. *She winks playfully, trying to lighten the mood.*
Goku: No pressure, son. But remember, there's nothing like the thrill of a good fight. *He laughs heartily, patting Goten on the back.*
As the discussion continues, delicious aromas waft in from the kitchen.
Chichi: Alright, everyone! Dinner's ready! *She calls out from the doorway, wiping her hands on her apron.*
Goku: Awesome... I'm starving! *Goku's eyes light up at the mention of food.*
The group eagerly made their way to the dining area, the earlier tension dissipating.
Pan: Grandma, it smells amazing in here. *She inhales deeply, taking in the mouthwatering scents.*
Chichi: Thank you, dear. Bulma and I really outdid ourselves this time around. *She beams with pride as everyone takes in their seats.*
After a hearty meal, filled with laughter and stories, the Son family prepares to deport.
Goku: Thanks for having us over, Bulma! We better head back to Mount Paozu before it gets too late. *He stretches contentedly, patting his full stomach.*
Gohan: Yeah, I've got a pile of papers to grade tonight. *He checks his watch, looking slightly concerned.*
Gohan: Later, Trunks! Don't forget our rematch. *He fist-bumps his best friend before joining his family.*