Dragon Ball : Super Saiyan Transformations Chapter 66 66 : Can I return to the world of the living afte

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Inside Frieza's spaceship, the atmosphere was thick with a heavy, stifling tension. As the Ginyu Force's flamboyant dance flickered across the screen, Frieza's expression mirrored that of his future self: a mask of profound, soul-crushing awkwardness.

While he took issue with so of Akira's earlier narrations—specifically the supposed "love-hate" dynamic between himself and the Saiyans—he wholeheartedly agreed with the assessnt of the Ginyu Force.

Though these five were his most elite and capable soldiers, Frieza had to admit their eccentricities were... peculiar. Every ti they struck a "Fighting Pose" in his presence, he felt a wave of cold mortification.

The worst part was Captain Ginyu's relentless creative drive; the man was constantly innovating, adding layers of embarrassnt with every revised routine. However, Frieza never expected that such cringe-inducing antics would actually infect the son of Son Goku. Seeing Gohan led so far astray felt like a strange, unintended form of cosmic revenge.

"I refuse to accept this!" Ginyu roared, unable to restrain himself any longer. "What graceful movents! What power! How could anyone call this awkward? You simply lack the artistic soul required to appreciate true beauty!" Ginyu could tolerate being called weak, and he could even endure seeing himself transford into a lowly frog, but he would not stand for the slander of his choreography. To him, these were the ultimate expressions of battle aesthetics.

"@Gohan," Ginyu ssaged across the interface, "though we were enemies on Planet Nak, I must admit your taste is refined. You have inherited my essence. However, your footwork is still amateur. If fate allows, I shall teach you the true secrets of the pose!"

Gohan, not yet having reached that point in his own tiline, offered no response. Most other viewers across the multiverse simply wanted to move past the second-hand embarrassnt and return to the action.

The video continued to unfold. As Gohan embraced his role as the Great Saiyaman, the na beca a household staple in Satan City, much like the "Golden Warrior" before it. Despite his efforts to keep his identity a secret, the daughter of Mr. Satan proved far too sharp. While helping the police on a mission, Videl found herself being shadowed by the hero, and Gohan's genuine concern for her safety inadvertently led to his exposure.

Videl used this secret as leverage, blackmailing Gohan into entering the upcoming World Martial Arts Tournant. She noted that her father was the current champion, but the title holder before him was a man nad Son Goku.

Given the similarity in their nas, she correctly guessed the connection. Gohan was internally stunned by her intuition; Videl was far more perceptive than she appeared. She further demanded that Gohan teach her the art of Bukujutsu—the Sky Dance technique—so she could fly. Bound by her leverage, Gohan could only sigh and agree.

Needing a tournant-legal disguise, Gohan returned to Bulma. The Great Saiyaman suit remained, but he swapped the helt for a white bandana and sunglasses—a look that was equally difficult to defend as "cool." Upon hearing of Gohan's entry, Vegeta's Saiyan blood began to boil.

Seven years ago, he was no match for the boy who defeated Cell, but Vegeta had spent every waking mont of those seven years in high-gravity training. anwhile, Gohan had neglected his martial arts in favor of his studies. Vegeta was confident that he could finally settle the score.

Suddenly, a familiar voice resonated through the air, vibrating with cheerful energy. "I'm participating too!" It was Son Goku. The excitent from Gohan and Bulma was palpable. Goku explained that Fortuneteller Baba could bridge the gap between dinsions, allowing the deceased to return to the living world for a single day. Learning that his rival would return, Vegeta's excitent eclipsed his interest in Gohan. For a Saiyan, nothing could be more exhilarating than a rematch with Kakarot.

As Gohan spread the news to Krillin and Piccolo, the viewers saw the changes seven years of peace had wrought. Krillin had grown a full head of hair and was living a dostic life at Ka House with Android 18 and their daughter, Marron.

"I... I have a daughter?" the young monk stamred, stunned. Seeing himself happy and fulfilled with Lazulí brought a genuine smile to his face. Even though he knew the tiline had shifted, the sight of his own happiness was enough. Beside him, Yamcha and Tien Shinhan offered their congratulations, acknowledging the new junior in their circle, though they sighed at the realization that this "video future" was now a separate path.

Other viewers, however, were focused on the tactical implications. "It seems this World Martial Arts Tournant will be anything but peaceful," Sengoku observed. Duanmu Yan added, "If the pattern holds—one transformation per enemy—then the threat corresponding to Super Saiyan 3 is likely to descend upon this tournant."

"The Dragon Ball world is incredible," Marco remarked. "Death seems like a minor inconvenience if you can just visit for a day." Li Xinnan nodded in agreent. "So that's it. Son Goku will likely debut Super Saiyan 3 on the day of his return. Since he is technically dead, it explains why the title says the form 'cannot be maintained for long while alive.' The strain must be too much for a living body."

The multiverse watched with bated breath as the stage was set. The greatest fighters of Earth were reuniting, and a legendary power was about to be unleashed.