Chapter VII Juvenile Group
Medium planes sped south.
By the porthole, Son Gohan and Pergama climbed on the baby boy Tonnap, enjoying the scenery outside.
Thousands of sunny days, blue oceans.
Flying fish, seabirds, waves.
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Talking and laughing on the plane, relatives and friends followed the martial arts event, and it was rare to get together.
Bulma sat in the main driver, smiling in a good mood;
In the passenger seat next to him, Wang Chao was talking to someone with a smile on his mobile phone, and behind him, Taisi took a toothpick and skewered a piece of peeled apple and handed it to his mouth;
In the spacious cabin, on the comfortable sofa seats, Klin, Leping and the Turtle Immortal didn't know what to say, and laughed obscenely;
Ji Nei and Kiki chatted in a low voice;
Bardock sat on the floor to the side, his arms folded and his eyes closed......
Piccolo, who was also holding his arms and leaning quietly against the bulkhead, suddenly moved slightly, "huh", looked outside the plane, and a small figure flew towards them, waving at them...... Bulma smiled: "It's Zu'er! ”
She also waved at the pocket girl outside the window, pressed the control button, opened the cabin door, and the slightly cold air flow rolled into the cabin, fortunately, the plane was not an ordinary person, and this air pressure difference could also blow the clothes, and each one did not move. The hatch closed, and Zuer flew in.
"Sister Zu'er!" Sun Gohan looked back and smiled. Zu'er dangled around the cabin like a flower fairy, and finally landed crookedly on Pergama's head.
Pergama: "......" is the guy next to you who greeted you, right?
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The medium-sized plane came to the sky above Papaya Island and found an open space where it could be parked and landed.
The hatch opened, and everyone rushed out, and Bulma pressed a certain part of the shell, "bang", and retracted it as a capsule.
The turtle immortal crutches were put behind his waist, shaking his head and admiring the young ladies of the tourist attraction Baihuahua, and suddenly sighed: "Oh, this year is much more lively than before." ”
Kling laughed beside him: "Maybe it's because the capsule company sponsored the Martial Arts Society, right?" You see, the news media has also come a lot. ”
Leping and they looked at it when they heard it, and sure enough, in the crowd, there were already reporters who saw them crowding over like a shark smelling blood.
"Goku-player! Wang Chao player! Piccolo player! ……”
The reporters rushed over excitedly, and all the long guns and short cannons were slammed in front of Sun Wukong and Wang Chao.
Some reporters led the rhythm, and other tourists and spectators also noticed this.
"Wow, it's really Goku!"
"And Wang Chao!"
"Is that Piccolo......"
Piccolo snorted coldly, a glimmer of light bloomed in his eyes, and a spiritually suggestive spell was released, enveloping the surrounding area for dozens of meters.
This kind of spell has no effect on people with a little strength, but hypnotizing and hinting at these ignorant mortals is still easy for the retired second-generation Mr. Immortal. After all, he is not the second generation of demons in the comics who has never been a serious earth immortal for a day.
There was the magic influence of Piccolo, and the reporters and fans blocked for a while, and slowly dispersed, distracted by other things.
"Whew!" Kling breathed a sigh of relief, half joking and half envious, and said, "Wang Chao and Wukong, you are really famous!" ”
This is also unavoidable. Wang Chao and Sun Wukong have been in the ring of the world's No. 1 martial arts club for so many years, and they have won the championship.
"Looks like your dad is more famous." Pergama followed behind and smiled at the little friend next to him.
Sun Gohan said indifferently: "It seems to be." ”
Obviously, although Wang Chao has won the championship twice, Sun Wukong has only one time, but ...... After all, Sun Wukong has the popularity bonus of eating broadcasts and magazine covers, and is generally more well-known to the public.
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It didn't take long for the group to arrive at the registration office in front of the Martial Arts Temple.
From a distance, they saw a few familiar figures in front of the small table for registration.
"Why are there any junior groups?" The girl Temaduo got her feet off the ground, her little hands propped up on the edge of the table, and she glared angrily at the big monk who registered the contestants behind the table, "People want to fight with adults!" ”
The great monk wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and reminded: "Little girl, don't mess around, how old are you!" ”
"I'm four years old!" Temato slapped the table with both hands, as if he was remarkable, "I'm four years old!" My dad admits it, I'm so much better than he was when he was four years old! ”
"Who admits to such a thing!" Vegeta, who had been embarrassed by the side, yelled in annoyance.
"Okay, okay, there are others here, give you face." Temato waved his hand, looking like he didn't care about you.
"You!" Vegeta was furious, and a voice sounded behind her, "Vegeta, you're here too." ”
The father and daughter turned around, looked up in unison, and saw a high-spirited man who had been shielded from the sun, with his hair covered behind him like a thatched coat, very wild.
With a slightly vicissitudes of life, although he has a rough and rough beard, who is Raditz who has not been seen for a few years?
Vegeta hugged her shoulders and sneered, "Heh, do you want to participate in this waste?" ”
Raditz had anger on her face, but soon she heard a surprised voice coming from behind her: "Ah, it's Raditz!" ”
He looked back and saw Kakarot and his group walking over, and Himenai was holding a baby boy and waving happily at him.
Compared to her mother's joy, Raditz's reaction was much colder, and she just nodded faintly.
Raditz didn't even look at his own son in Ginei's arms.
Catching a glimpse of this, Vegeta's mouth curled up with a hint of mockery. Raditz is an idiot, no wonder he has not been able to transform into a Super Saiyan for so many years, and he is really a useless waste......
Wang Chao casually glanced at the Vegeta father and daughter and the bearded version of Raditz, and didn't care too much, and took the others to the registration office to sign up.
"Wang Chao."
"Monkey King."
"Piccolo."
"Klin."
"Tianjin rice."
"Leping."
"Kiki."
"Bardock."
"Pergama...... Yes? Junior group? ”
"Son Gohan. What is the Junior Division? ”
The two elementary schools signed up at the same time, and they were surprised that they were separated from their father and went to another group, and they couldn't fight together at all.
The Grand Monk explained, "Contestants under the age of 15 are classified into the junior group, which is counted separately from the adult group......
Sun Gohan was a little dissatisfied, but Pergama looked indifferent; Temato came to their side and complained bitterly, "It's not fair at all! ”
"Isn't that good?" On top of Pergama's head, Zu'er smiled lazily, "Lest you two be beaten by your two own fathers......"
Sun Gohan was about to refute, how can the matter of fighting be called being beaten? But another figure rushed forward, tiptoeing on the edge of the table and shouting, "I want to sign up!" I want to sign up! ”
The great monk hurriedly picked up his pen and asked, "Name?" ”
"Bidili!" The girl raised her hands on tiptoe.
"Age?"
"Seven years old!"
Sun Gohan kindly told her, "You can only participate in the youth group at the age of seven." ”
The girl turned her face, "I know." It's weird to fight with adults, right? ”
"Isn't it strange......" Son Gohan muttered. He and Pergamma never seemed to have fought with children of the same age since they were young, except for competing with each other.
The children muttered here, and the adults next to them also saw the old man.
Wang Chao looked at the middle-aged man with the explosive head who signed up with the girl, and said with a smile: "Mark, is this your daughter?" ”
The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, "I didn't dare to admit it just now...... It's really you, Wang Chao! You've changed so much! Ah, and Tays! ”
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