Dragon Ball: I, Kakarot, have no regrets

Just then Goku saw Vegeta approaching.

"Hey, Vegeta, why are you here?" Goku greeted him, feeling a little curious.

Vegeta has never taken the initiative to look for the three little ones in all these years. No, it should be said that he has looked for Trunks.

"I came to see Trunks."

"What? Dad, are you looking for me?" Trunks was overjoyed.

He never thought that his father would take the initiative to find him one day.

"Come with me, I'll take you to special training." After saying that, Vegeta turned around, left his back to everyone, and slowly walked away.

"Uncle Goku, Goten, Bra, I'm leaving first!" Trunks said hello and quickly followed Vegeta's pace.

"This Vegeta... I hope he won't be scared by then." Goku looked at the backs of the two figures, one big and one small, and a sly smile appeared on his face.

Vegeta and Trunks came to the gravity room, but they did not turn on the gravity.

"Trunks, attack me with all your strength!" Vegeta stood in front of Trunks, crossed his arms and said pretentiously.

"Full strength, Dad?"

"Stop talking nonsense and use all your strength."

Vegeta's aura gathered, and Trunks instantly took a step back in fear.

"Okay... okay, Dad!" After swallowing, Trunks quickly began to gather the strength in his body.

"ha!!!"

White flames gushed out of Trunks' body, and Vegeta nodded beside him with a smile on his face.

not bad!

Wait! This color of arrogance, this surging aura, could it be!

The next second, a hint of surprise filled Vegeta's pupils.

This is 8 years old? Wasn't Gohan just like this back then?

The sense of oppression that Gohan brought to Vegeta even made him subconsciously ignore the fact that Gohan could become a Super Saiyan at the age of 6.

Thinking of this, Vegeta could accept it, after all, there was the precedent of Gohan.

Kakarot's son can do it, why can't his own son?

Chapter 129 Vegeta's Tenderness & Piccolo after Assimilation with the God

Trunks transformed into a blond-haired, green-eyed Super Saiyan, then punched through the air, carrying a sharp airflow towards Vegeta.

boom! ! !

The sound of an air explosion rang out in the gravity room, and the wind blew towards the surrounding walls. For a moment, the air pressure where the two were located dropped a lot.

Vegeta held Trunks' fist firmly with one hand, a smile on his face.

That’s right, it’s the smile of the Crooked-Mouth Dragon King.

He was still very satisfied with Trunks' performance. At the age of eight, his final combat power had reached nearly 40 billion.

"Trunks, can Goten and the others do it too?" Vegeta asked in an almost commanding tone.

He was a little curious. Since Trunks had such strength, then Goten must be no worse. In fact...

Thinking of this, Vegeta frowned, feeling inexplicably unhappy.

"Yeah! Yes Dad, Goten, Bra and Koichi all can." Trunks nodded.

Naturally, he saw the smile on Vegeta's face, and his mood couldn't help but become happy.

What does this mean? My father recognizes my ability! I am happy about my ability!

"Who's stronger, you or Goten?"

Trunks could sense that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and feeling the pressure from his father, he could only tell the truth.

"Goten should be slightly stronger than me."

After Trunks finished speaking, he glanced at Vegeta from time to time with his little eyes, and he was a little scared.

He and Goten had never had a formal battle, but they asked Uncle Goku, and this was the answer Uncle Goku gave. He was slightly weaker than Goten, so he thought he would not be wrong.

"What! Goten is stronger than you!"

Vegeta's face darkened instantly. It was bad enough that he couldn't beat Kakarot, but could it be that his son couldn't beat his son?

Trunks couldn't help but panic as he watched Vegetto's expression change faster than turning the pages of a book, and he began to sweat profusely.

I don't know why, but I always have a bad feeling.

It shouldn't be a big deal, right?

"Hmph, Trunks, there are only a few days left before the World Martial Arts Tournament. You should practice with me at night during these few days!" Vegeta said in an unquestionable tone.

He will be training Trunks these nights, hoping that he can win first place in the junior category of the World Martial Arts Tournament!

Kakarot: Maybe I am not as strong as you now, but Trunks is definitely not weaker than Goten!

Vegeta couldn't help but clench his fists.

"Ah? Dad!" Trunks looked frustrated, with the word "embarrassed" carved directly on his face.

Vegeta smiled as he looked at Trunks who looked unhappy.

"Don't play with Goten and the others during the day. Go to this gravity room and train on your own."

Vegeta's words hit Trunks' mind like a bolt from the blue.

What? You have to practice during the day!

Trunks wanted to be upset, but after looking at Vegeta, he chose to accept this fact.

For a father, it may be useless to get upset and throw a tantrum. It is better to face the facts as soon as possible.

Ugh……

"Hmph! Don't let me know you're slacking off during the day."

"Yes..." Trunks lowered his head silently.

Looking at Trunks in front of him, Vegeta felt a strange feeling in his heart for some reason, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

cut!

Vegeta pouted and said, "If you win, I can promise to go out and play with you."

Vegeta has seen Trunks staring at Goten and Bra with envy more than once.

Do you really think he can't see it? He's just pretending not to see it.

Trunks quickly raised his head, staring at Vegeta with a pair of sparkling eyes.

"Really? Dad!"

"Yes, it is!"

Vegeta was shocked when he looked at Trunks, raised his eyebrows, turned his head quickly, curled his lips and said.

At this moment, a hint of shyness clearly appeared on his face.

"As long as you can win the game and get the championship!"

Vegeta then added.

Unlike Vegeta who was training Trunks, Goku handed Goten over to Gohan.

Gohan is going to participate anyway, so it's a good opportunity for us to train together.

He had something else to do - to invite Piccolo and the others to join him.

The first place he went to was Jack's house, after all, it was the closest. Then, he opened the doors one by one to check the water meters according to the distance from his own home.

On average, a family stays for about ten minutes, and after a round of walking, it takes more than an hour.

The sky was completely dark at this time, with stars inlaid in the sky like pearls, and the moonlight was like a soft paintbrush, painting a tranquil and far-reaching picture.

Goku is searching for Piccolo's Qi, and now there is only Piccolo left who has not been invited. There is nothing he can do about it because Piccolo has no place to stay.

Piccolo is now very powerful. The God has already assimilated with Piccolo. The reason is that the God's life has come to an end.

Just two years ago, the God completely passed the position to Chi-Chi, and then chose to assimilate with Piccolo.

When Goku first heard the news, he was very sad. How could he not have any feelings after staying in the temple for so long?

Goku also wants the God to live longer, but he is a differentiated human after all, and his talents are severely limited. The upper limit seems to be the God, and the same is true for Piccolo.

However, after assimilating with the God, Piccolo's dimension leaped to the King of Hell, and it seemed that he was not far from King Kai's.

He directly became the one with the fastest dimensional level progress except for him.

Now Piccolo's strength has reached 8000 billion, and he seems not far from the realm of divine power.

Looks strong, right? Even Gohan's normal combat power is only 300 billion, while Piccolo's can reach 8000 billion.

But what if we include Gohan's form? The difference is really huge.

As for this situation, Goku had already given the answer after Piccolo assimilated with the God two years ago.

To develop the power in their Namekian blood, to put it simply, is the power of miracles, the power of miracles that is naturally buried in their blood.

In Goku's opinion, this is probably how the so-called Orange Piccolo came about.

I just wonder if Piccolo has any clue after two years?

As Goku was thinking, he suddenly sensed Piccolo's energy. It seemed that he was still practicing?

This Piccolo is the real roll, and can be called the two roll kings together with Vegeta.

Isn't it good to learn from yourself? Combine work and rest.

Now, apart from his father Bardock, the two strongest people on earth, himself and Gohan, both combine work and rest. Why don't they understand?

Alas, Wukong shook his head helplessly and teleported over.

Chapter 130 The th World Martial Arts Tournament & the Beginning of the Youth Division ( words)

On a high mountain, Piccolo was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain meditating, feeling the breeze and listening to the snow leopards in the mountains...

Cough!

Listen to the calls of birds and animals in the mountains.

Piccolo sensed Goku suddenly appearing in front of him and slowly opened his eyes, waking up from his meditative state.

"Old Sun? Is there something that brings you to see me so late?" Piccolo stood up and asked Goku.

He was a little confused. It should be past nine o'clock in the evening, right? Why would Old Sun come to see him at this time?

"Haha, can't I come to see you if nothing happens?" Wukong joked.

"Heh, Old Sun, don't I know you? Why do you come to me when you have nothing to do?" Piccolo looked at Goku speechlessly.

After all, they have been friends for so many years, how could he not understand Wukong?

"It seems to be the case," Goku said a little embarrassed.

He didn't expect that he had become such a person in Piccolo's heart.

Oh! So sad

"Okay, no more jokes. I'm here to invite you to participate in the 29th World Martial Arts Tournament!" Goku put away his playful smile and said seriously.

"The world's number one martial arts tournament?" Piccolo repeated silently.

His thoughts couldn't help but go back to the first time he met Goku many years ago.

That was the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament. He was only three years old at that time, and all he wanted was revenge for old Piccolo.

But who could have thought that instead of taking revenge, they became friends?

Piccolo couldn't help but sigh helplessly, but he didn't regret it.

"Yes!" Wukong nodded.

"Go! Why not? Everyone should go, right?"

"Well, I've already notified every household before I came to you. They'll all be there."