Dragon Ball Legend of Ayaka

On a mountain not far from Mount Paozu, there was a quiet space surrounded by large trees. Ayaka's home was there.

It had been more than forty years since she came to the Dragon Ball World. Ayaka had made great achievements. In a few days, the last scene of the original manga – The World Martial Arts Tournament would be held. In order to reproduce this Martial Arts Tournament that respected the original story, she also specially moved back the 29th Martial Arts Tournament that should have been held a year ago.

The early autumn morning was a little cold. There was a faint fog in the mountain forest. The sun rose and the warm light sprinkled through the leaves of the treetops, illuminating the entire courtyard.

After breakfast, Ayaka strolled to Mount Paozu and saw Son Goku floating in the air with his legs crossed.

Sensing that Ayaka was coming over, Son Goku opened his eyes and ended his training. Then, he greeted her warmly, "Sister, you are here!"

Ayaka smiled and nodded. Thanks to the cultivation near the black hole, Son Goku was much stronger than when he had just broken through to the Super Saiyan God four years ago. He had a different obsession with training. Even though he had achieved great achievements, he was still not satisfied.

"The new Martial Arts Tournament is about to begin. Are you interested in going over to take a look?" She said with a smile.

Son Goku smiled and landed on one foot. He scratched his chin and thought for a moment, "It's another Martial Arts Tournament so soon!"

The World Martial Arts Tournament could be said to carry too many memories of the Dragon Ball Warriors. From childhood to adulthood, the Dragon Ball Warriors had never left the Martial Arts Tournament. They met each other in the Martial Arts Tournament and grew up in the Martial Arts Tournament. Until today, everyone had achieved success.

In the Martial Arts Tournament, the Martial Arts Tournament of the Twelve Cities combined into one, providing more platforms for the martial artists to communicate.

It had been sixteen or seventeen years since the start of the Martial Arts Era, and the results were very impressive. More than two hundred martial artists had ascended to Korin Tower, received guidance from Korin, and many of them had received guidance from Son Goku and the others.

After so many years of martial arts implementation, the number of martial artists gradually went into a spurt of explosion, and children who received martial arts instruction from a young age gradually began to hold their own, and the martial arts on Earth were developing in a thriving direction.

"When the time comes, we will call Vegeta and Piccolo to take a look…"

Now, the Martial Arts Tournament had been divided into adult and elite groups for the competition. The teenager group and the martial arts group had been canceled. Son Goku and the others would no longer participate in the Martial Arts Tournament in person. It proved that even if they set up the martial arts group again, there was no doubt that there were only a few people who were qualified to enter the martial arts group. It was better to give the opportunity to the martial arts elites who had climbed up Korin Tower to compete for it.

Although the Martial Arts Tournament lost a lot of color without them, the elite group members had basically received guidance from Korin, and their levels were not bad.

Suddenly, a wisp of dust rose in the distance. Because the speed was too fast, the straight sand was connected into a line, and a young and dusty figure came into view from afar.

"Grandpa, I have already circled around the earth."

It was Son Gohan's daughter, Pan. She had just come back from running around the earth.

"Pan has started to receive harsh training at such a young age?" Ayaka looked at the figure in surprise.

"Haha, that guy, Gohan, doesn't know how to train children at all. Martial artists have to be trained from a young age."

Son Gohan's personality was actually more suitable to be a scholar. He had stepped into martial arts because of all kinds of events at that time. After the peace on Earth, his pursuit of martial arts had weakened a lot.

Fortunately, he and Videl's daughter Pan were children who liked to practice martial arts since they were young. Otherwise, the descendants of the magnificent Saiyan would have been reduced to ordinary people.

Son Goku's two children did not inherit the warlike personality of the Saiyans, but their granddaughter Pan's yearning for martial arts made them look at her in a new light. Son Goku and Piccolo were immediately overjoyed. Pan had been trained by them since she was a child.

Huuummm, a private plane slowly landed. Vegeta and Bulma's family jumped down, followed by a blue-haired little girl. She was Vegeta's second child – Bulla.

Vegeta glanced at Pan with hot eyes, then glanced at the gentle Trunks. He sighed and said, "The descendants of Saiyan are really getting worse and worse. Goten and Trunks are all like this."

Son Goku's family still had Little Pan to inherit their legacy in the future, so there was no hope for his family. Trunks had already formed a new model, so he hoped that Bulla would change in the end.

But then again, after reaching the Super Saiyan Divine Realm, they were no longer mortals. Although they could not live forever, at least their lifespan had been greatly lengthened. Living for tens of thousands of years was a piece of cake, so there was no need to worry about the inheritance.

Ayaka repeated what he had just said. After listening, Vegeta revealed a smile and said with a smile, "Call everyone, let's go take a look together."

"Let Goten and Trunks go."

Everyone smiled and didn't object.

Therefore, Son Goten and Trunks found all the dragon pearl warriors one after another. After obtaining the consent of all the dragon pearl warriors, they agreed to meet at the venue on the day of the World's Martial Arts Tournament.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and the curtains were officially drawn on the 29th Martial Arts Tournament.

According to the usual practice, the Martial Arts Tournament was still a remote island city.

The city was not big, but the construction facilities were very complete. There were all kinds of things in big cities, because the Martial Arts Tournament that happened once every three years, and this meeting was delayed by the organizers for a year, so there was plenty of time to prepare. When the meeting began, the tide of people had already drowned the entire city.

No matter where one went, one could see contestants in all kinds of martial arts clothes. This was also a big event of the meeting.

Of course, many of the tourists simply came to watch the show.

"There are so many people!"

A purple-haired girl in the crowd shouted loudly. Krillin's daughter, Marron, was already a young girl. It was the time when she was full of vitality.

"Hehe, I have never seen such an interesting thing."

Pan and Bulla were pulled by their respective elders, their little heads constantly looking around.

On the side, Ayaka watched with a smile on his face. From time to time, he would communicate with Hongye and the others. Android 18 calmly followed by the side, a trace of a smile on his face.

Ayame was dressed neatly and had a very reserved expression. Time was like a magical catalyst. After so many years, Ayame could be considered the elder of those children. He was no longer as loud and loud as before. He was much calmer.

After settling down in the hotel that had been arranged beforehand, Ayaka took a hot bath and washed away the hardships of the world. Then, he gathered together with Hong Ye and the others. He spread out a notebook with all the participants on it and pointed at the contestants on it.

As the young heroes of the various martial arts clubs continued to emerge, the atmosphere of martial arts became more intense than more than ten years ago. The number of participants continued to increase. As the organizer, their form of hosting also changed with the times.

The more prominent point was that the registration time was pushed forward a month ago and a detailed list of personnel was drawn. The number of days of the competition increased, and the number of fields increased.

From the preliminary round to the finals, it would take a week.

The next day, the sun was shining brightly.

The stream of people in the small island city surged, and the tide of people gradually converged to the martial arts temple in the center. The organizations of the major martial arts meetings were ready, only waiting for the martial arts meeting to start.

Ayaka had already chosen a seat on the second floor and began to watch the entire competition.