Chapter 269 I Have a Brother
In short, according to Son Goku's character, as long as his enemies weren't too evil, he wanted to be good friends with them.
He also had that kind of charm.
So, Tien Shinhan eventually joined Son Goku.
"It's time to register, or we'll be late."
"Ah, right, right!"
Krillin and the others were stunned for a moment, then hurriedly pulled Son Goku towards the registration area.
"Hinata, why isn't Orochimaru Sensei here?"
"He's researching. He's recently become obsessed with the seven dragon balls and wants to understand their internal structure. His subordinates even bring him his meals."
"That obsessed?"
Bulma secretly clicked her tongue.
This level of madness was exactly the same as before.
"How have you been this past half year?"
"Very well, I'm attending university."
At this, Bulma shot Naruto a somewhat resentful look, but Naruto kept his eyes straight ahead.
"Son Goku is still the best; the academic underachiever graduated ages ago."
"Haha!"
Hinata smiled, pursing her lips at the remark.
She thought of Son Goku's expression of utter despair when he used to carry his small backpack to school.
It proved that a martial arts fanatic wasn't necessarily well-rounded in both academics and martial arts.
Son Goku was clearly very intelligent, but as soon as he went to school, he became completely clueless, understanding nothing and just staring blankly.
He could only hastily finish his compulsory education, then go out to work and continue his travels.
No wonder Bulma was grumbling.
Son Goku hadn't learned much else, but he had mastered taking photos with his phone, often sending pictures to Bulma, which made Bulma's heart itch.
"Let's go, we'll head to the spectator stands too."
Naruto led the way, entering the VIP box seating in the audience.
There weren't many people here, just them, and the space was open, allowing them to clearly see everything on the stage.
The view was expansive; it was a good spot.
No one was so foolish as to come up and talk nonsense, which made Naruto feel a little regretful.
"Hmm, that's the Demon Youth."
Master Roshi, who was reading a picture book, paused and looked at Naruto.
At this moment, Naruto stood by the window ledge, his gaze fixed on someone. Master Roshisubconsciously stood up to look, and the expression on his face gradually grew serious: 'He looks a little familiar.'
"Piccolo's son."
'What?'
Master Roshi's entire body trembled, and he nearly jumped up: 'Piccolo's son? How is that possible? Piccolo is a demon; how could he have a son?'
Naruto: "..."
Look at what you're saying. Why can't he have children?
Master Roshi also realized this and gave an awkward laugh.
There was no helping it; Piccolo's son appearing was simply too shocking.
But then he thought,
perhaps Son Goku could defeat him now, so what was there to fear?
"Time to enjoy retirement."
Master Roshi calmly sat back down, continuing to read his book, asking as he read: 'By the way, when is Jiraiya, whom you mentioned last time, coming?'
"What do you want to do?"
"Don't misunderstand, I just want to discuss the philosophy of life with him."
"I think you want to discuss the charm of opening and closing."
Master Roshi smiled but said nothing.
"Soon. I'll bring him over once he finishes his business there."
"For now, watching the martial arts tournament in front of us is the key."
... "Naruto went to watch the competition again; he's really idle."
"Ahem, mind your words."
Uchiha Fugaku cleared his throat: "Our mission is to patrol and prevent unrest on this planet."
"By the way, I heard that the richest man is researching a gravity chamber. I'm going to pay to buy one then."
"Really?"
Uchiha Itachi's eyes lit up.
Because of Naruto's resources, he hadn't fallen ill.
Upon arriving in this world, his strength steadily improved, and now their power was already unfathomable.
Perhaps they couldn't defeat that monster Son Goku, but dealing with others was still very easy.
After all, they still knew Ninjutsu.
Coming here, the power of the Sharingan seemed to have developed a bit.
This caused their strength to expand rapidly.
"The World Martial Arts Tournament, it's a pity we can't participate, otherwise we would definitely be among the top ten."
"Don't think about that; that title is useless to us."
They lacked no resources now.
Naruto would regularly provide good things, and their duty was to patrol the world.
Then suppress all unrest.
It was actually very easy; with the cooperation of hot weapons, anyone who tried to rob a bank died.
This led to a very harmonious society now.
Because no one dared to cause trouble.
Even crime was difficult to escape with the cooperation of the Byakugan, Sharingan, and some professional personnel.
Most crimes were almost impossible to hide from.
This led to a decrease in unrest every year, and now there was basically none.
Just kidding.
Who would mess with their own life?
Human trafficking? Organ donation?
Don't be silly!
Naruto's first act upon taking power was to crack down on such people.
Whoever dared to cause trouble died. Under such circumstances, they were all very honest.
Being law-abiding citizens was their primary duty.
"I just don't know what Naruto is waiting for."
Uchiha Shisui, with a toothpick in his mouth, glanced at Uchiha Itachi: "I say, you've reached the age to get married. You're in your thirties, almost forty. How much longer are you going to make Izumi wait for you?"
"That's right, Sasuke is almost having a child. What about you? When will you get married and have children? I'm still waiting to hold my grandson."
Uchiha Fugaku looked displeased: "All you do is patrol here and patrol there. Can't you have a child first?"
Uchiha Itachi fled in embarrassment under the pincer attack of Shisui and Uchiha Fugaku.
Not far away, Sasuke sat on a rock, one hand resting on his knee, the other gripping his Ninjutsusword. He smiled silently at the scene.
He felt quite smug.
He was almost a father, but speaking of marriage, he still wanted to rush back to the Ninja World.
After all, Konoha Village was their root.
"I'll mention it to Naruto when I have a moment."
... "Crunch, crunch!"
On a certain planet, Vegeta held an unknown piece of roasted meat in one hand, and raised the other, a Ki blast landing on the meat, instantly cooking it.
"The taste is mediocre."
Raditz frowned, took a big bite, chewed for a moment, and reluctantly swallowed it. His wolf-like gaze turned to Vegeta, instantly becoming reserved: "Vegeta, what should we do next?"
Vegeta frowned; he also thought the meat wasn't good.
Hearing this, he became even more annoyed: "Those useless fools, they were all wiped out by the planet's destruction! Damn it, now I don't have any reliable subordinates."
He pressed his scouter hard, Vegeta's heart filled with depression.
A ridiculous excuse.
What do you mean, an asteroid collision happened too quickly, and Planet Vegeta was destroyed?
He didn't believe it; Frieza must have been involved in this.
"Do you still know any Saiyans?"
Nappa: "..."
"No, I was an intermediate warrior. All my friends died on Planet Vegeta back then."
Raditz hesitated: "I have a younger brother, a low-class warrior. He only had a battle power of 2 at birth, I think, and was assigned to a remote planet, a void zone."
Vegeta: "..."
Six!
That battle power is really trashy...