The days leading up to the tournament flies by in a flurry of intense training and anticipation.
Goku: Alright, Goten! Show me what you've got! *He takes a fighting stance, grinning widely.*
Goten: You've asked for it, Dad! *He launches forward, his tail whipping behind him for balance.*
The sounds of fists colliding echoes through the air, and adds to the meadow's song, as father and son spar.
Chichi: Goku! Goten! Dinner's ready! *She calls from the house, her voice carrying across the field.*
Goku: Food... Let's go, son! *He immediately drops his stance, making their way down the slope towards the house.*
Goten: Hey, Dad? I've invited Valese to join us for the tournament. She said yes! *He fidgets with his tail as they walk.*
Goku: That's great, Goten! You seem really happy around her. *Goku pats his son's shoulder, smiling warmly.*
At the dinner table, the atmosphere shifts as Goten shares his news.
Chichi: YOU DID WHAT!? Goten, this is a family event! Not a place for huffies to stand around looking important! *She slams her chopsticks down, glaring at her son.*
Goten: But Mom, I want her to see what our family's all about! *His tail droops slightly under her stern gaze.*
Chichi: Hmph. I still think that you can do much better. *She turns back to her food, muttering under her breath.*
The day of the tournament arrives, bringing excitement and nervous energy.
Trunks: Ready to get your butt kicked, Goten? *He adjusts his purple headband, smirking at his friend.*
Goten: In your dreams, buddy! I've been training non-stop. *He puffs out his chest, tail swishing proudly behind him.*
Bulla: Don't forget about me, boys! I'm taking that trophy home. *She cracks her knuckles, grinning widely.*
Pan: Not if I have anything to say about it, Bulla. *She bounces on her toes, eyes gleaming with anticipation.*
As the young fighters gather; Goku, Vegeta and Mr. Satan watch from the sidelines.
Vegeta: Hmph. Let's see if these brats can put on a decent show. *He crossed his arms, a hint of pride in his eyes as he watches Bulla and Trunks.*
Goku: Aw, come on Vegeta! This'll be fun. Maybe we can sneak in some training while we watch? *He elbows Vegeta, grinning mischievously.*
Mr. Satan: Ha ha ha... Let the young ones have their moment. They're learning from the best, after all. *He strikes a heroic pose, drawing sighs from Goku and Vegeta.*
As the announcer calls for the fighters to gather, a familiar face appeared in the crowd.
Valese: Goten! Over here...! *She waves enthusiastically, beaming at her boyfriend.*
Goten: Valese, you've made it! *His tail wags furiously as he rushes to greet her.*
Chichi: Hmph. Let's hope she doesn't distract him too much. *She watches the couple with narrowed eyes.*
Goku: Aw, Chichi, give her a chance, look how happy our boy is. *He wraps an arm around his wife, gently squeezing her shoulders.*
As the tournament begins, the air crackles with energy and anticipation.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 30th World's Martial Arts Tournament!