At last it was time. The big day had come. The last tournament participants still had an hour to register. The drawing should be based on the strength principle introduced by Mr Satan. Each of the registered participants had to compete on a machine that was supposed to measure the strength of the blow. Even before the tournament opened, Mr Satan had specified a minimum stroke strength of 165, which he himself had achieved and had witnessed to confirm. He himself was still sitting in his cabin and had a towel casually wrapped around his shoulders. Then he got up and opened the door. Immediately a crowd of reporters rushed up to interview him. He answered the usual questions about who he would see as the favorite, whether he was sure to defend the title, or what this year's prize money would be if someone managed to beat him. As usual, confident of himself, he answered the questions. "Well, as you know, Mr.Buu has always been my final opponent in recent years.He's a very good fighter and you can tell he's trained by me, but he's still missing a lot for a champion like me. For this reason I decided on the following idea. This year not one, not two and not three, but FOUR participants will have the chance to compete against me in the final. I would love to take part in the preliminary rounds, but the rules say that the champion only has to defend his title in the final. I will respect that with a silent protest. "The reporters took note of Mr. Satan's words and cheered their hero." Thank God I introduced this rule back then, otherwise I would have endangered my title in the preliminary rounds. I love how they eat out of my hand. If I didn't have dear Buu, I wouldn't have dreamed of making this proposal with four participants. Buu will surely sweep them out of the ring very easily and then let me win for a few cakes.And then there is the old and new savior of the world to celebrate. "He thought and couldn't help laughing. With a loud" Yeah aaaaa !!! "and the victory sign, he let the thousands of fans come to him Meanwhile, Goku, Gohan and Goten had come together to the tournament management to register. After they had registered they looked around a little. Nothing had changed at the tournament location. It still looked the same as a few years ago when they did Last time they took part in the Tenkaichi Budoukai. They ran to the batting machine and hit it with minimal force. Despite all their efforts, Goten came under 250 only once. So they were easily qualified for the preliminary rounds. They had to admit to themselves that they did not would have expected otherwise. Smirking, they immediately ran towards the arena. All participants were supposed to meet there first. When they arrived, they first noticed e in times the jaw to the floor.In front of them were Kuririn, C-18, Yamcha, Chao-Zu, Tenshinhan and Videl. So they signed up for the tournament despite Gohan's warning. "W-What are you doing here?" Gohan asked astonished. "What does this look like? After changing diapers?" Yamcha picked him up. "We thought that we would also take part in the tournament. After all, it is not every day that you get good training and can even pocket a lot of money." replied Kuririn. "Did you notice that there are four finalists who can compete against Mr. Satan?" Tenshinhan asked. "Yes, the announcer already announced it through the loudspeaker earlier. That increases your chances of getting into the final." flattest goku with kuririn. "Yeah, just laugh. We'll see how far we get." "Who else is among the participants?" Goku finally wanted to know. "Those two over there are called Ranko and Damion. The girl over there is called Mayen. A very talented fighter, we heard.You qualified just like this Black Man. This is the guy in the black robe and the black mask with the slit eyes. Also there are Buu and Trunks ... "" What about Piccolo? Where is he? "Interrupted Goku." There ... "answered Kuririn and pointed to the waiting room for the fighters." He meditates as he always does. He hasn't even noticed us yet, he's concentrating on something all the time. I would really like to know what it is ... "" Ladies and gentlemen! "It rang through the loudspeakers." We are now asking you to come to the draw. "Now everyone except Piccolo started moving. They went to the ballot box one after the other as they were called. Everyone drew a number. After a quarter of an hour in which everyone was sweating with excitement, the preliminary rounds were fixed. Mr.Satan sat in his meanwhile Cabin. "Wake me up when the finale is approaching. Until then, nothing special will happen anyway. "He said to those responsible and put on his ear.Our Z-fighters, on the other hand, had the shock written on their faces. They now knew their opponents in the preliminary round. The following fights should occur:


1. Ranko vs. Goku


2. Kuririn vs. Goths


3. Tenshinhan vs. Gohan


4. Chao-Zu vs. Yamcha


5. Damion vs. Buu


6. Black Man vs. C-18


7. Videl vs. Trunks


8. Mayen vs. Beelzebub


So the time had come. The first fighting could begin. Goku headed for the ring. He ran past Piccolo. He was still focused on something. "I can't get rid of the feeling that you had a hand in this draw," said Goku as he walked past. "See you in the final!" Piccolo grinned at him and concentrated again on his 'exercise'. In the stands, Muten watched Roshi and his turtle, Bulma and Chichi and even Uranai Baba with Yajirobi and tried to cheer on their favorites. Goku was finally in the ring. Across from him was Ranko, a two-meter lump, muscled and bald."You are minced meat!" he rang out to Goku in his powerful voice. "Wait." he remained unimpressed and waited impatiently for the bell to ring ...




Ranko and Goku looked eagerly at the referee, who was to ring the bell. When he finally struck the bell with his little hammer, the fight could begin. With a more than convinced laugh, Ranko turned his head almost in slow motion in Goku's direction. When he had a clear view of him, his confident expression twisted into a painful expression. The whole audience in the arena fell silent. But what had happened? Goku had reacted immediately after the bell rang and rammed his fist into Ranko's stomach. He began to stumble and had to kneel on the floor to be able to support himself, while he held his aching stomach with his arms. However, Goku didn't give him time to rest and gave him another kick to the side in the face.Ranko flew across the fighting area out into the wall. Some paramedics took care of him immediately and carried him off the square. "And our first winner is thus certain!" announced the announcer. "It's Goku!" "Yes, I knew he would get ahead!" said Chichi beaming with joy to Bulma. This looked a little sad. She just had to think about Vegeta and that Goku would certainly not have had such an easy game with him. But then she laughed again, because she knew that she would see her Vegeta again soon. Since Piccolo only used one wish at that time, the Dragonballs were only unusable for four months. Unfortunately, the tournament had to take place within these four months, as Mr Satan's schedule made it impossible to do otherwise and Vegeta could not be woken up in time. "Man, I can't believe my eyes!" said Kuririn, who was standing at the entrance to the preparation room for the fighters. "Why did Son-Goku go into this fight so doggedly?It was clear in advance that he would win, but he shouldn't have hurt the poor fellow! "Yamcha asked Kuririn thoughtfully." He seems to take it pretty seriously. He probably knows that in the final he will need all his strength to face Piccolo. Just look at that dogged look in his eyes. I usually only know something like that from Vegeta. "Goku came in through the entrance, but ran past Kuririn and Yamcha without saying anything. Piccolo, who had leaned his back casually against a wall, looked over at Goku and spoke to him with a sneering laugh." Not bad, Son Goku. But can you do the same with me and not just with such a ridiculous person? "" You will see it! "Replied Goku with his fighter smile and went over to Goten and Gohan." You are next my son! "He said to Goten Tournament just sat in a corner and looked at the wall with a dogged look.Apparently he was very focused on his upcoming fight, after all, Videl is not just anyone, but Gohan's wife. Goten, on the other hand, found Goku a bit unfocused right from the start. "Just say you get scared. Maybe you should have focused more on your training instead of wandering around with your new friends." Goku suddenly sounded like an educating father. Gohan was also astonished now. Such words from his father? He must have taken it all very seriously when he talked to Goten like that. "I'm already 13! Besides, I'll be fine." Goten said confidently and turned to face the arena. Now he stepped through the exit from the preparation room and was the first to enter the ring. "Bravo my little one. Bravo Son-Goths!" Chichi called down to him. "It looks like it's your turn now. I wish you the best of luck!" C-18 said to her Kuririn and gave him a long kiss, Kuririn blushing."I'll do my best. Let's see if our training was worth it." he gave her a quick wink and scratched his head, embarrassed. Then he too went towards the battlefield. "Win for us!" C-18 and little Marron called to him. "Of course!" he replied, not really believing in victory himself. Slowly he climbed the stairs into the ring and stood face to face with Goten. Then he held out his hand. "So that we have a fair and great fight ..." Goten took his hand and hit it. "May the better win!" said he. This gesture received additional applause from the audience. "Okay ..." echoed the announcer's speech over the loudspeakers. "We now come to the next fight in this preliminary round. Kuririn and the young Son-Goten meet. Kuririn is one of our well-known participants and has already taken