Dragon Ball: The Strongest Goten Chapter 023

At the registration desk for the World Martial Arts Tournament.

The receptionist confirmed again, “Are you sure you want this name?”

Gohan nodded affirmatively. “Yes, Masked Saiyaman.”

Goku, standing behind Gohan, also found Gohan’s name extremely strange. “Gohan, why do you want such a weird name?”

Gohan retorted, “Dad, this name is cool, okay?”

The rest of the people registered under their original names. Only Piccolo named himself Demon Junior?

Piccolo also blushed under the stares of Goten and Gohan, though it was hard to tell.

Piccolo awkwardly explained, “Calling myself Piccolo might remind people of King Piccolo…”

When it came to Trunks, he couldn’t participate in the adult division because he hadn’t reached 15 years old.

Finally, it was Goten’s turn.

“Son Goten, fifteen years old.”

The receptionist looked at Goten’s height and didn’t suspect anything, but Trunks was indignant.

“Why am I the only one going to the junior division! He’s clearly only nine years old!” (Trunks knew Goten went to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, thinking he was there for two years, but it was actually six.)

The receptionist looked at Goten suspiciously.

“Really?”

Goten glared at Trunks, pressed his hand on the registration desk, narrowed his eyes, and smiled at the receptionist. “Don’t listen to his nonsense, I’m 15, really!”

He emphasized the word “really,” and the next second, Goten crushed the receptionist’s desk into a pancake!

“Y-yes! You’re 15!”

Holy crap! This desk is made of steel! Even if you were really nine, I couldn’t let you go into the junior division and kill people!!

And so, Goten successfully snuck into the adult division. As for the junior division prize money, he just had to tell Trunks about it; he didn’t care about that small amount of money.

Just as Goten and the others entered the arena, two more people wearing cloaks and masks came to the reception desk to register.

“Z Fighter”

“Y Fighter”

Chi-Chi, Bulma, and the others took their families to the spectator stands, while the participants went to the arena, which was already packed with about 200 people.

Goku couldn’t help but exclaim, “There are a lot of people at this martial arts tournament.”

Of course, after that Hercule guy in the last tournament, anyone would come to try their luck.

The official World Martial Arts Tournament announcer’s eyes lit up when he saw Goku and the others. He excitedly approached Goku.

“It’s you guys! I actually knew it was you who defeated Cell, not Mr. Hercule. A martial arts tournament without you would be incredibly boring. But please don’t destroy the ring again, okay?”

Goku chuckled awkwardly.

Piccolo, unusually amused, replied, “We’ll try.”

Goten sized up the announcer. This guy was really impressive, one of the few who hadn’t died and knew how strong Goku and the others were.

At this moment, staff members brought out a machine, accompanied by Hercule’s arrogant laughter.

Hercule walked out from indoors, followed by Videl, who was wearing a Turtle School gi.

Krillin exclaimed, “Isn’t that girl wearing our Turtle School uniform!?”

Goten explained, “That’s Gohan Nii-san’s girlfriend. I taught her a few things recently, so she can barely be considered a Turtle School disciple.”

Goku was stunned!

“Gohan, you have a girlfriend! Are you going to get married at the Martial Arts Tournament!?”

Gohan’s face flushed crimson. “No way, Dad, it’s not that fast. And who wants to get married at a martial arts tournament like you did?”

Actually, Gohan didn’t know that Videl was secretly hoping Gohan would propose to her at the tournament. Because Hercule had said that Videl’s boyfriend had to be stronger than him, Videl was very much looking forward to Gohan defeating her father and proposing to her on the ring. How romantic would that be?

The first thing Videl saw when she came out was Goten and Gohan. She was about to greet them, but seeing Hercule nearby, she had to give up.

“In this martial arts tournament, only 16 contestants will qualify for the main competition. Since last tournament’s champion, Mr. Hercule, is directly qualified, only the 15 contestants with the highest scores will qualify. Everyone, do your best! Mr. Hercule will demonstrate first.”

Hercule put on a show, swaggering in front of everyone. He threw a full-power punch at the punching machine. After punching, he panted for a while, then pretended everything was fine and went back indoors.

The audience below was excited by Hercule’s score. “ 131! What a high score!”

Videl came to Gohan’s side, her face full of pride. Perhaps she didn’t even know she was already much stronger than Mr. Hercule.

Then everyone started lining up to hit the punching machine.

Goten, wanting to prevent Vegeta from breaking the punching machine and causing X and Y to not qualify, came up with an idea.

Goten: “Hey everyone, how about we have a competition?”

Krillin asked curiously, “A competition for what? Who gets the highest score? Then the first person up will break the machine.”

Goten playfully shook his head. “No, we’ll compete to see who gets the lowest score, who gets the closest score to Hercule. How about that?”

Goku found it very interesting. Vegeta muttered that it was boring, but inwardly he had already agreed; he didn’t want to lose to Kakarot.

Don’t let the idea of hitting a low score fool you; for these high-battle-power warriors, controlling their strength to hit such a low score was very difficult. And as Goten said, it had to be accurate; a slight misstep could easily break the machine.

Videl thought to herself, These people are ridiculous. How can they casually hit a score like my dad’s?

Android 18 went first, gently tapping the punching machine.

“ 800!”

Krillin scolded, “Didn’t we say to go easy? What if you break it?”

The staff thought the machine was broken, recalibrated it, and had Android 18 punch again.

This time, Android 18 went even lighter, like just touching the machine. “ 189.”

Everyone encouraged her. “Not bad, 18, very close!”

Videl was speechless. What’s wrong with these people? They complain about hitting 800 but encourage hitting low scores.

Next was Krillin. “ 160! Alright!”

Piccolo. “ 200, damn it.”

Gohan. “ 206, what a shame.”

Goku. “ 154, hehe, Krillin, I won.”

Just as Goku was confidently thinking he would win, Krillin pointed at the punching machine and said, “ 140! Goten hit 140! Goku, you lost.”

Goku wasn’t discouraged; instead, he said with satisfaction, “As expected of Goten.”

Goten snorted at Goku and walked to the side.

Just as Vegeta was about to step forward, two cloaked figures rushed ahead of him. Just as Vegeta was about to get angry and lash out, the two cloaked figures bowed apologetically to Vegeta, and Vegeta didn’t get angry.

They were, of course, Z Goten and Y Goten. They were also afraid that Vegeta would break the machine before they even had a chance to punch.

Y Goten stepped forward and punched. “ 131!”

Krillin exclaimed, “This person is amazing, they hit the same score as Hercule!”

The Z Fighters could all tell how strong this person was. It was just a gentle tap, yet they could hit so accurately! This martial arts tournament was going to be interesting.

Y Goten also got a good score of 135.

Videl was astonished. What’s wrong with all these people? They all just gently touched it, yet they all surpassed my dad’s score.

Vegeta was already impatient. Vegeta clenched his fist, constantly gesturing at the punching machine, hesitating, but not punching.

Goten covered his mouth and chuckled. Vegeta was the worst at controlling his power, but he didn’t want to lose to Goku, so he kept gesturing.

The people behind them grew impatient and started urging him.

“Are you going to do it or not? If not, get down.”

“Exactly, exactly, old man, if you can’t do it, go home.”

More and more people urged him, and the veins on Vegeta’s forehead grew more prominent.

When he reached a breaking point from the other contestants’ taunts, Vegeta suddenly threw a punch, smashing the punching machine into the wall.

Vegeta huffed in annoyance, saying “Boring,” and walked to the side.

Goten slapped his forehead. Just as I thought…

All the Z Fighters successfully qualified, naturally including Videl and YZ Goten.

Then, out of boredom, they went to watch Trunks’ junior division match. The match had no highlights; it was just Trunks dominating everyone, bullying the younger kids, and finally facing off against the so-called reigning champion Hercule.

Everyone else found it boring and left, only Gohan and Videl stayed to watch the match between Hercule and Trunks.

The outcome was already obvious; there was no need to watch.

Everyone went to the restaurant to eat. This was a special treat for the Martial Arts Tournament, and it was free! Almost no one ate except the Saiyans, as opportunities to fleece suckers like this were rare.

Krillin couldn’t help but exclaim, “What kind of stomachs do you Saiyans have? Piccolo, aren’t you eating?”

Piccolo coldly replied, “We Namekians don’t need to eat.”

Krillin then looked at another table. “I can understand Goten not wanting to sit with Goku, but why can those two mysterious people eat so much too?”

Goten was actually sitting at a table with Y Goten and Z Goten. Opportunities for free meals like this were rare, so of course, he had to invite everyone.

Soon after, Gohan and Videl returned. Gohan also joined in the feast, leaving Videl astonished by the Saiyans’ appetites. See? A family of big eaters. It’s still not too late to run.

Videl couldn’t help but wonder if her meager savings would be enough to feed Gohan’s family.

After eating their fill, everyone headed towards the arena.

Gohan even said to Videl, “You didn’t eat much. Are you on a diet?”

Videl smiled politely. Just watching you eat is enough to fill me up.

Suddenly, Piccolo shuddered. This wasn’t the feeling of a strong person; it was the feeling of a superior being! This was a God with a higher divine rank than him!

Piccolo looked up and saw everyone looking forward. There was a person with a strange hairstyle and blue skin, and another with red skin wearing similar clothes.

That wasn’t the point. The point was that the person was floating in mid-air. This person was not simple; almost everyone on Earth who could fly was already present.

This was Shin, the Supreme Kai, and his attendant Kibito.

Goten sensed the Supreme Kai’s ki and indeed felt no ki at all. Is this what a god is like?

Shin narrowed his eyes, appearing somewhat sly, and coupled with Piccolo’s fearful expression, everyone felt that this guy was not simple, showing how much of a show-off Supreme Kai Shin was.

But only Goten knew that this guy was a total weakling, only capable of fighting Frieza at 120 million. Everyone else he met would wet their pants. He was probably less useful than his attendant Kibito.

Shin mysteriously floated in front of Goku and slowly said, “Hello, Son Goku, I’ve heard about you for a long time, so I’d like to cooperate with you this time.”

Everyone held their breath, not daring to make a move. Just as everyone was tense, Goten stepped out.

No one can show off in front of me, not even a god!

Goten coldly said, “Get down on the ground, shorty. Are you that amazing?”

Everyone was shocked! Only Vegeta was quite pleased with Goten’s attitude.

Kibito yelled, “You fool! Do you know who is in front of you?!”

Goten said coldly again, “I’ll only say it once: get down!”

Goten liked this useless guy, at least not right now. He was mainly responsible for Buu’s revival.

Supreme Kai Shin didn’t listen to Goten. He had absolutely no idea about Goten and the others’ strength. Everyone standing here, except Videl and Krillin, could instantly kill him.

Goten raised his hand, a ki blast condensing in his palm, aimed at the Supreme Kai.

“I said get down! I wonder if Beerus will die if I kill you now!”

Shin felt the ki blast in Goten’s hand, scared and sweating profusely. How can this child be so strong! Although he didn’t know who Beerus was, his instincts told him that this was a very important person!

Supreme Kai Shin quickly descended, his attitude doing a 180-degree turn. He nervously bowed to Goten, his face full of tension.

Even after serving for 5 million years, Shin was still like a rookie. He was supposed to deal with Babidi and his group, yet he knew nothing about the enemy’s strength, not a single piece of information.

Kibito was stunned, and Goku and the others were also stunned. How did Goten do it?! That attitude change was too drastic.

Only Vegeta felt that the name Beerus sounded somewhat familiar.