Dragon Ball Roshi

"You really found a living person to participate, huh! Hahaha." West Kai seemed to be on the verge of bursting into laughter again. North Kai quickly spoke to stop him: "Heh heh, Anyway, the Grand Kai said we could have living martial artists participate. If you don't like it, you can find someone yourself."

"I don't mind, why wouldn't I? But with 'Jiam' in the Western Galaxy, there's no need to go to the mortal realm and find anyone, unlike some pitiful North Galaxy Kai." West Kai stopped the urge to laugh, following North Kai's lead. While speaking, he tilted his head toward the tall warrior beside him, the one he referred to as the previous Martial Arts Tournament runner-up, the top martial artist of the Western Galaxy, Jiam.

At the end, West Kai tilted his head back and let out a mocking "Ha, ha, ha," a face full of derision.

"Really embarrassing for a Kai." North Kai had already covered his face. Though he hadn't turned around to look, it was clear that Taro must have had his view of the Kai shaken at this point. What was worse, this embarrassment was in front of Taro's wife.

"That West Kai is... so strange," Hathaway whispered into Taro's ear, a smile in her voice.

"Don't say it out loud... Be careful, you might be heard," Taro's voice resonated directly in Hathaway's mind, tinged with a hint of amusement. Considering that West Kai or the powerful alien warrior beside him might have sharp hearing, he gave her a warning.

"Oh, got it," Hathaway obediently responded in thought.

"Hmm, a very pure soul... Rare, very rare," an old yet powerful voice sounded behind Taro and Hathaway.

Taro was startled: Who was this person, how did they sneak up behind me?!

Hathaway, lacking Taro's complex thoughts, simply turned around in surprise, seeing an old man with a white beard carrying a long rectangular speaker on his shoulder. He was dressed casually, and at first glance, he resembled an elderly man returning from a morning stroll.

"Excuse me, were you speaking to me?" Hathaway asked, holding the child.

"Heh, who else would I be speaking to?" The old man with the white beard smiled, "Your soul is very pure. You must be a wise human..."

Hathaway smiled modestly: "Thank you for the compliment."

"Grand Kai!" Both North Kai and West Kai hurriedly saluted, as did the Western Galaxy martial artist, Jiam, who had come with West Kai, bowing respectfully to the Grand Kai.

"So this is the Grand Kai," Taro thought silently while holding his wife's hand. He looked directly at the old man with the white beard, the one known as the Grand Kai.

And the Grand Kai... was looking back at him.

It seemed like all the profound beings had a habit of wearing sunglasses. The Grand Kai wore a pair of sunglasses as well. While Taro couldn't see his eyes behind the sunglasses, he could feel a gaze that seemed to see right through him, as if being scrutinized by a force that could pierce his very being.

The feeling was uncomfortable for Taro, but fortunately, it only lasted a brief moment before it disappeared. Had Taro not had such deep spiritual training, he might have found this scrutiny unbearable, as though sitting on needles.

"Hey, isn't that a bit rude?! This is the Grand Kai..." North Kai was about to remind Taro, but the old man, the Grand Kai, waved his hand dismissively.

"Alright, alright, stop with your formalities... I'm an old man, I don't care about such things."

North Kai and West Kai both quickly agreed, even though they often exchanged barbed words and insults, in front of the Grand Kai... they behaved themselves.

"You, you're quite good," the Grand Kai said as he passed by Taro. Seeing that Taro remained calm as ever, unaffected by the praise, the old man couldn't help but smile and repeated, "You're quite good."

"Oh?" Jiam, the blue-skinned martial artist from the Western Galaxy, who had been acting cautious since the Grand Kai's appearance, was surprised to look up when he heard the Grand Kai's words to Taro. "Good? Is this level really 'good'?"

Was it because of his race, which was generally weaker, or was there something else? Had this person concealed his true strength? In the span of a second, Jiam's thoughts spun in a circle.

However, Jiam, as the runner-up, remained confident. Aside from the champion, Duan, who had stolen the title last time and received a piece of advice from the Grand Kai, he didn't see anyone else as a true competitor. If not for the Grand Kai's comment, perhaps the last two glances Jiam gave Taro would have been his final ones. But even so, he only paid a little more attention to Taro and decided to keep an eye on him for now.

The Grand Kai deliberately glanced at Hathaway, who was holding her son and curiously widening her eyes, then swaggered toward North Kai. He casually pointed at North Kai and said, "You, you fat guy..."

North Kai, realizing the remark was about him bringing two unrelated living beings here, wiped the sweat off his forehead. Fortunately, the Grand Kai didn't mind and continued toward his white villa-like house. Without looking back, he said, "The competition will still be held at the usual spot. There's half a star-hour before it begins. Since you've arrived so early… well, just wait a bit longer."

As he spoke, the old man climbed the stairs and seemingly pulled a lounge chair out of nowhere. He tossed the speaker from his shoulder to the ground and sat down. With a finger, he lightly tapped the air, and the switch of the speaker seemed to press down on its own, causing dynamic music to blast through the air.

Seeing the Grand Kai immersed in his music, North Kai couldn't help but wipe his brow. It felt like Taro's perception of the Kai and Grand Kai had been completely reshaped today. He turned to look at Taro's family, only to see them whispering to each other, engaged in conversation.

Finally, Taro asked, "King Kai, I'm not sure how long half a star-hour is?"

North Kai thought for a moment, probably doing the math in his head before answering, "About... two Earth hours, I'd say! What's the matter, you need something?" He shot Taro a sideways glance, implying, "Don't make trouble now."

Taro shrugged and the voice directly resonated in North Kai's mind: "I can't help it, the kid needs to use the bathroom."

North Kai froze, then started to laugh in disbelief. The term "bathroom"? As a god who resided in the underworld, it was something he was utterly unfamiliar with.

"Fine, fine, just make sure you get back in time..." North Kai said weakly.

Taro smiled apologetically and gave a slight nod toward the Grand Kai, who was now fully immersed in his music. Then, he took Hathaway's hand, and with a flash, the three disappeared from the spot.

"Huh? Is that... Instant Transmission?" West Kai, who had been about to approach the Grand Kai to ask about Jiam's last match, was surprised to see Taro and his family vanish.

The Grand Kai, still swinging his legs in the lounge chair, paused for a moment before resuming his relaxed state. He had already seen Taro use Instant Transmission during the battle against Frieza. In the end, it was just a small technique, and the Grand Kai didn't care.

After Taro left, more martial artists began arriving from all directions. Some were temporarily residing on Grand Kai's planet, while others had come through portals from the afterlife to participate in the tournament. Some were martial artists or warriors of great power brought by North and South Kai...

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Having transported his family a long distance with Instant Transmission, Taro let his son handle his business before taking a moment to dig and cover the waste. Taro, the Earth's greatest martial artist, now found himself doing such tasks, a bit of an ironic situation. But, after all, it was his own son. Since he could easily handle it, how could he let his wife do the hard work?

With about two hours to kill, and seeing that his wife was still a bit reserved around the three deities, Taro decided to show his family around the Grand Kai's planet.

It was their first time there, after all.

"There are so many strange people... Is this what aliens look like?" Hathaway, holding their son, stared in fascination at the strange creatures walking across the grass, some hiding in the forest, and others flying in the air.

Most of these people were martial artists from the afterlife, temporarily staying on Grand Kai's planet to spar and train. They came from various corners of the four galaxies, and their appearances were strange, with some even having two heads on their necks...

Seeing Hathaway's interest, Taro shared some of the odd experiences he'd had during his time training in the universe.

Truthfully, there wasn't much to share. Most of the time, Taro had been focused on training in spaceship gravity chambers and desolate gravity planets. He'd only stopped at life planets to refuel. But Hathaway listened with rapt attention. Even their son, in her arms, perked up his ears to listen, though he could only catch bits and pieces. Still, it seemed like what his father was saying was quite fun.

"You... you are?"

As they were walking, someone almost bumped into them, and a person suddenly called out to Taro, hesitating.

"Huh?" Taro and Hathaway stopped. He turned to look, and the person's face seemed vaguely familiar... It was quite a coincidence that Taro had been telling Hathaway about an eccentric scientist, resembling a mouse, that he'd captured on a certain planet.

And as luck would have it, the person who called out to Taro was none other than the down-on-his-luck god, Gaya, who had been forced by Taro to help him find the mouse-like scientist all those years ago.

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