In Gingertown, the Tenka-ichi Budokai has begun.

The true strongest warriors in the world watch the tournament, hoping to find some sign of the cause of recent events, wondering if the being which disrupted Hell will make an appearance.

In round one, a startling display of power was made by competitor Kaniba Saibou, the mysterious and cold-blooded fighter whose face is unrecognized by all. This man wears a jacket bearing the mark of the infamous Red Ribbon Army. Son Gokuu and Son Gohan, each watching the action from a different place, wonder what Kaniba Saibou's connection is to the Red Ribbon Army.

Elsewhere in the world, Nappa and Raditz, tailless and weakened after their resurrection by Toripura, are searching for the Dragonballs...

Another Jinzouningen!?
Investigating The Challenger!!

//And that concludes the first round of the tournament,// the announcer's voice rang from the speakers of the old television set. //We'll take a short break, so take this time to refresh your beverages and grab more snacks, because round two will begin in fifteen minutes!//

"Great! That ought to be just about enough time to sneak in a little afternoon workout!" Kamesennin said, drooling at the thought.

"Change the dial and die, old man," Juuhachigou said absently, rolling her eyes.

"Why is it I don't have any control over things in my own house?" the perverted old master whined.

"I'll just go get some more sodas and snacks," Kuririn said, standing and stretching. He didn't want to let on in front of his wife, but he'd had an uneasy feeling ever since seeing the earlier match with the man who had worn the emblem of Red Ribbon. *I can't put my finger on it, but something tells me that this is connected to what happened a month ago...*

The doorbell rang, giving the short man pause. "Hey, were we expecting anyone today?"

"Not me," Kamesennin shrugged.

"Me either," the female cyborg replied. "Answer it, would you?"

Kuririn ambled over to the door, frowning at his inability to tell who was on the other side. *Am I really getting THAT rusty?* he mentally groaned.

When the door opened, and he saw who was on the other side, a jumble of thoughts whirled through his mind. The first one he could grab onto was, *Guess I'm not getting that rusty after all.* "Ahhh...ahh..."

The unexpected visitor glanced down at him, raising a slender eyebrow. "You're...Kuririn, aren't you? Didn't you used to be bald?"

Kuririn continued to stammer, completely flustered by the presence of a person he had not seen in over a decade. "Ahhh..."

"Who is it, anata?" Juuhachigou called from inside, having apparently decided to investigate out of boredom. As she walked up behind her husband, her eyes widened. "Juunanagou!?"

"It's been a long time, Juuhachigou," the dark-haired Jinzouningen said, smirking. "You seem well. Living in a godforsaken dump, but well."

"As do you. ...oi, let him in, baka," the blond woman chided, cuffing Kuririn on the head. The short man stepped aside, rubbing the welt, never taking his eyes off the other Jinzouningen.

For his part, Juunanagou seemed amused. "So, you're hanging around with that runt these days, I see?"

Juuhachigou laughed lightly. "A bit more than hanging around," she said. With a mild frown, she asked, "So what about you? I wondered why you never showed up again after Son Gohan killed Cell."

The dark-haired cyborg shrugged. "I had my own issues to work out, and I didn't feel particularly comfortable exposing myself to the likes of Piccolo or Vegeta, so I took up a simple life in the woods. It's dreadfully dull, but at least it's peaceful."

At that moment, a girl of about six years of age bounced into the room. "Papa, telephone," she called.

"Be right there," Kuririn called absently. Giving Juunanagou one last measuring glance, he trotted off after his daughter.

The Jinzouningen blinked, then glanced at his estranged sibling. "Juuhachigou...that child..."

"She is mine," the blond woman said curtly. "And yes, Kuririn is the father."

"Sou ka..." Juunanagou smirked. "I had a hunch you might do something stupid like that."

It took less than a second for him to realize he'd said something that didn't set well, as Juuhachigou's demeanor became cold. "Why are you here, after all this time?" she asked bluntly.

The dark-haired Jinzouningen dug his hands into his pockets. "I had a suspicion you had allied yourself with Son Gokuu and his friends, so I came to warn you." He glanced around. "Two men came to my cabin, looking for a Dragonball I found about two weeks ago. I sold it to them because it didn't matter that much to me, but when they were leaving, I listened to them talk for a while. They mentioned something about Vegeta and some person called Kakarotto."

Juuhachigou frowned. "Kakarotto is what Vegeta calls Son Gokuu. What were they saying about them?"

"Only something about not wanting to be found by either of them until they make their wish. Neither of them were particularly strong, but..."

The blond Jinzouningen nodded. "I'll talk to Kuririn about it. He's been friends with Gokuu since they were children...he may know something neither of us would."

Juunanagou glanced off to the side, noticing the shorter man returning, daughter in tow. "Good idea. I'm leaving now, but I'll be in touch." As he turned to leave, he added, "One last thing. Based on their conversation...those two men looking for the Dragonballs were resurrected from death, and fairly recently." With that, he took off into the sky, vanishing quickly.

Kuririn stood beside his wife, watching the departing flash of light. "What was that all about?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," Juuhachigou replied. "But we'll talk about it while we watch the tournament."

"Jinzouningen..." Videl frowned. "You mean like Kuririn-san's wife?"

Gohan nodded. "Hai. Although I don't understand how it could be possible...Doctor Gero's lab was destroyed, and we were sure that all the Jinzouningen except Juuhachigou had been killed..."

The short-haired girl stood, leaning against the safety rail. "How many were there?"

The Saiyajin shrugged. "We know of twenty, although the majority of those were either early failures or never activated. Back when..." He paused. "Back before the Cell Game, there were five of them active that we knew of. Juukyugou and Nijuugou were the first two; Vegeta destroyed Juukyugou and Nijuugou was destroyed by Juunanagou when he and Juuhachigou woke up. The last one activated before the lab was destroyed was Juurokugou. I have no idea where Juunanagou is or even if he's still alive, but Juurokugou..." His eyes became hard for a moment as a painful memory ran through his mind.

Videl frowned. "That leaves fifteen unaccounted for, and that's not counting any that might have come after Nijuugou. There's a lot of room there for more..."

Gohan shook his head. "Actually, it only leaves twelve unaccounted for. We fought and killed three more a couple years after Cell." He frowned. "There wouldn't have been more than twenty in all. Nijuugou was Doctor Gero himself—he turned himself into a machine somewhere along the line. Any others...if there were any, they'd have already gone after Otousan. That's the whole reason Doctor Gero made all the Jinzouningen and Cell in the first place, to kill him."

"Wow, he must have really been obsessed," Videl said, blinking.

"You might say that," Gohan grimaced. "This guy...I'm not sure what he is. All I know is he's wearing the Red Ribbon emblem, I can't feel his ki, and he has those...eyes..." The young man shuddered.

"But...he won't be a real threat, right?" Videl asked. "I mean, he can't be as strong as you or your dad, can he?"

"I wish I could say that for certain, Videl." Looking down at the arena, where the second round was just about to begin, he whispered, "I really wish I knew."

"You performed remarkably during the first round. Keep up the good work."

"Your kind words flatter me." The green-haired man leaned against the wall of the fighters' rest area. "I am somewhat...concerned," he spoke after a moment. "I felt a familiar presence in the stands..."

The red-haired woman nodded briefly. "Son Gohan is in attendance, in the company of that idiot Satan's daughter." She smirked. "Do not concern yourself with him. In fact, continue to do what you did in the first match...the apprehension and latent fear he exudes at your mere presence is most delicious."

Saibou raised an eyebrow. "What reason does Son Gohan have to fear me?"

His benefactor grinned. "I'm using my power to erase every trace of your ki. Nobody can sense you at all...Son Gohan is at this very moment straining his senses to the limit trying to read anything at all from you. Thanks to me, however, you will appear to be a void: physically present, but exhibiting no trace of life force whatsoever."

The tall man smiled coldly. "I see. He's probably going to leap to the conclusion that I'm another Jinzouningen...which isn't that far from the truth..."

"The very possibility of another Jinzouningen is going to put the Saiyajin on edge with worry," the woman in the red dress said. "More than any of the others, I'm relying on you to keep our...'friends' guessing." Her eyes flashed with a cold, dark fire.

"I shall look forward to it." A pause. "What about the incompetent oaf Satan?"

A slender eyebrow raised. "What about him?"

The tall man shrugged his broad shoulders. "He's inconsequential, but it would...amuse me to destroy the public image he has built for himself."

The woman laughed. "Indeed, he is rather full of himself. Still...perhaps you should wait until the Satan City Budokai to do it. At least, publically. I'm not against the idea, but if you blow your cover too soon, Son Gohan won't waste any time killing you again, and then all my hard work would be for naught."

"You're right, of course," the green-haired man said, grimacing. "I'm certainly in no condition to battle Son Gohan yet..."

"Just keep doing what you've been doing, Cell. You're the most intelligent and powerful lieutenant I have on Chikyuu...you can go far under my regime. Don't screw up."

The former Jinzouningen bowed. "I shall not fail, my Queen."

//And we're back! Well folks, sixteen competitors entered the first round, and after eight intense, exciting matches, eight competitors remain to vie for the title of Regional Champion! Our second round begins with the bloodthirsty maniac Sabatsu Kichigai and that unflappable kendoist, Henshin Shimeru! Our competitors are ready to begin, so let's get it on!//

Goten laughed and munched snacks as the tournament continued. The adults were a bit more subdued, as during the break, Gokuu had expressed his concerns to the two women. Bulma was solemn, and Chichi was fretting.

"I just don't see how it's possible," Bulma said. "Not after all this time..."

"It doesn't make much sense, does it?"

"It just feels wrong," Gokuu shrugged. "Something...I dunno. That guy at the tournament's not normal...it's like back when the Jinzouningen showed up."

"But...the lab was destroyed," Bulma pointed out. "I don't see how there could be any more of them."

"Anyway, what's it matter?" Chichi asked. "You killed Majin Buu! There's no way any walking pile of scrap could be a threat to you!"

"It's not me I'm worried about," Gokuu said. "Besides, these things have a way of building up. The first two Jinzouningen we fought weren't much to worry about, then next thing we knew, Cell showed up and nearly killed us all."

There was an uncomfortable silence, punctuated only by Goten's cheering for the action on the screen.

"Mama, who was that man at the door?" Marron asked as the family situated themselves on the couch with a fresh batch of popcorn, chips, and drinks.

The blond Jinzouningen smiled down at her daughter. "That was your uncle Juunanagou, dear."

Kamesennin spit a mouthful of beer out. "JUUNANAGOU!? He-he-he was here!? What—what—"

"Urusai, old man," Juuhachigou snapped. "I thought you'd all have gotten over the 'evil Jinzouningen come to destroy us all' bit ten years ago."

"So, umm...what did he want?" Kuririn asked. "I mean, a guy like Juunanagou don't just show up after ten years for no reason."

Juuhachigou related the news her brother had brought. When she was done, the two men in the room were lost in thought. Kamesennin's wizened brow furrowed. "Two men looking for the Dragonballs, you say...and they're trying to avoid Gokuu and Vegeta?"

"That's what Juunanagou said," Juuhachigou nodded.

Kuririn shrugged. "It's a mystery to me. Gokuu has a reputation among a lot of people, but Vegeta's pretty much an unknown on this planet, aside from folks like us. And they were human?"

"I believe so," the blond replied. Frowning, she added, "Actually, there's something I almost forgot...according to Juunanagou, those two men never said 'Gokuu', they used the name 'Kakarotto'..."

At that, Kuririn and Kamesennin shared a startled glance. "But...that doesn't make any sense," the shorter man said. "Nobody but Vegeta ever calls him that...the only people who'd ever call him Kakarotto would be..."

"Other Saiyajin," Kamesennin completed the thought.

"But...that's not possible, unless..."

"Juunanagou said that it sounded like the two men were recently resurrected," Juuhachigou supplied.

Kuririn's eyes widened. "Masaka...it couldn't be!"

"I'm afraid it is, son," the old master said. "I'm afraid it is."

"But...then...we gotta tell Gokuu right away!"

"Hold on, Kuririn," Kamesennin held up a hand. "It might be a better idea to hold onto this for a while and see what happens."

"What happens!?" the short man shouted. "Are you crazy? They're out there looking for the Dragonballs! We've got to—"

"Find out what they want with the Dragonballs," the turtle hermit interrupted. "Think, Kuririn. Those guys have been dead for a long time. Whatever brought them back to life, it has to have something to do with the big breakout in Hell, right?"

"Well, I guess..."

"If Vegeta gets wind of this, knowing him, he'll probably track them down and kill them without asking any questions. If Gokuu finds out, he'll go looking for them too...not to kill them or anything, but they'll still be scared into hiding and we won't be able to find out what they're up to."

"So...what do you suggest? Just let them run free and gather all the Dragonballs?"

"It's not a bad idea," Juuhachigou said. "We can keep track of them easily enough. Once they have all seven, we can just go to wherever they are and find out what they plan to wish for." She frowned. "Just one question: who, precisely, are they?"

The two men glanced at one another. "Well, it's like this..." Kuririn began.

Gohan and Videl watched the green-haired fighter defeat his second opponent with cold precision and an even colder smirk. "Forty-five seconds...he was playing with him," Gohan commented, grimacing. "That match could have been over in one hit...that other guy was really weak."

Videl nodded. "Even if this Kaniba Saibou isn't one of that insane doctor's creations, or even part of the real Red Ribbon Army...he gives me the creeps."

"You and me both, Videl," the Saiyajin agreed. "I wonder..."

"Hmm?"

"I wonder," Gohan mused, frowning deeply, "if this guy's the serial killer."

Videl blinked. "Do you think he could be?"

The dark-haired youth was silent for a moment. "Probably not," he said at length. "I think I'm just projecting."

As the next match commenced in the arena below and the young couple became engrossed in the action, they failed to notice the object of their earlier speculation homing in on their position. "Enjoying the tournament?" a deep, cultured voice asked with a faint trace of amusement.

Gohan glanced up sharply, and frowned. "Everything aside from your two matches so far," he told the man who had invaded their box.

Saibou feigned disappointment. "I'm hurt, truly." After a pause, he commented, "They say that you're Son Gohan, the child of the former champion Son Gokuu."

"And if I am?" the young Saiyajin asked, a note of challenge in his voice.

The green-haired man shrugged. "Just curious, is all. I've heard a lot about him from other fighters, and I've heard that his son is supposedly as strong as he is, if not stronger."

Gohan made a point of attempting to ignore him. "You've heard wrong, then...I stopped fighting a long time ago. I'm a full-time student."

"Really? What a shame," the camouflage-clad fighter smirked. "Especially since I've heard rumor that you were the golden-haired boy that fought in the Cell Game ten years ago."

"You're mistaken," Videl interrupted. "Gohan-kun obviously doesn't have gold hair, so he couldn't very well be that boy, could he?"

Saibou shrugged. "Just a rumor I heard, is all."

"You seem rather interested in my family for someone I've never heard of before today," Gohan stated.

The tall man chuckled. "Why, I'm merely fascinated by such powerful warriors. I simply live for new challenges."

Gohan gritted his teeth. "I'll be happy to give you a challenge."

Saibou held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Take it easy, friend. I wouldn't stand a chance against someone of your caliber. If I've offended you, I apologize." Glancing down at the arena, he smiled. "It appears my next match will be starting soon. Wish me luck!" With a soft chuckle, he departed for the fighters' lobby.

As soon as he was gone, Gohan suddenly vanished from his seat. Many of the spectators started at a sudden peal of thunder, accompanied by a flash which turned the sky white briefly.

"That's funny," the announcer commented, adjusting his sunglasses. "There aren't any clouds in the sky..."

Gohan returned to his seat, his absence noticed only by Videl. "Feel better?" she asked as she patted his arm soothingly.

The Saiyajin grumbled. "Something is not right here, and I'm going to find out what it is."

Somewhere below, in the shadow of an awning, Kaniba Saibou grinned.

//The semifinal round of the Gingertown Budokai is about to begin!// the announcer cried. //With only four competitors left, the action is really heating up, so let's proceed straight to the next match! Sabatsu Kichigai-senshu and Kaniba Saibou-senshu have both put on a strong showing here today, so this should be quite an intense battle!//

"Ne, Gokuu-sa," Chichi asked. "That flash a moment ago was Gohan-chan, wasn't it?"

Gokuu nodded. "Aa. I'm tempted to pop over there and find out what's going on, but I trust him to take care of himself. Besides, he's not powered up right now, so there must not be anything serious going on." With a frown, he added, "I'm gonna bet it's something to do with that Red Ribbon guy, though."

"Well, he didn't kill him, at any rate," Bulma said, nodding to the television. The green-haired man stood with his arms crossed, regarding the bouncing, wild-eyed young sadist with cold amusement.

"Heehee, you think you're a real scary dude, dontcha big guy?" Kichigai asked his opponent. "Butcha gonna bleed, man. I'm gonna make ya bleed just like I made that other guy bleed!"

"Really, is that so?" Saibou raised an eyebrow. "I'm looking forward to it."

"You both know the rules," the announcer said, dismounting from the platform. "Fight!"

Kichigai flipped toward his opponent in a series of impressive cartwheels, launching himself into a rising kick as he neared the tall man. For his part, Saibou simply smirked and blocked the kick with contemptuous ease, then blurred into a twisting elbow strike, catching the younger fighter in the small of the back and knocking him to the ground. Cracking his knuckles, the green-haired man drove a fist into the fallen youth's kidneys, then kicked him across the platform.

"Ouch! That had to hurt!" the announcer yelled. "A devastating attack by Saibou-senshu!"

"Surely you have more than that to offer, boy," the camo-clad man taunted.

Kichigai slowly pulled himself off the ground, coughing up a small amount of blood. He began to giggle. "Made me puke blood, big guy," he warbled. "Made me puke some blood, so I gotta make you puke some blood..."

"This...obsession of yours with blood is really rather revolting," Saibou said, making a great show of being disgusted.

Crazed eyes peered at him through sweat-dampened bangs. "Yeah? Well nobody asked ya!" With that, the younger man launched into a fast series of attacks, actually forcing his opponent to retreat slightly in defense as he blocked every kick, punch, and claw swipe the bloodthirsty maniac threw at him.

"You like blood," Saibou commented casually as he blocked the vicious assault. "Do you like pain?"

"Pain! Pain brings blood! Lots of pain, lots of blood!" The red-haired youth cackled insanely.

The green-haired fighter smiled coldly. "I was hoping you'd say that." Moving faster than most eyes could follow, he drew back one hand and delivered a swift chop to his opponent's forearm.

A sickening *crack* could be heard over the din of the crowd, followed by a scream of pain.

"Oh my God," the announcer said. "This is..."

Kichigai stared at his right arm, cradling it against his body. He began to turn pale.

"Well? Did you enjoy that pain?" the tall man asked, grinning. "I've got plenty more where that came from."

*CRUNCH!* The red-haired youth howled as a strong blow dislocated his shoulder.

"Saibou-senshu is crippling his opponent!" the announcer cried. "This is horrible! This is cruel!"

"Chikushou," Gohan seethed.

"How was that? Let me show you some more pain."

"S...stop, man...don't...AHHHHHHH!!"

Saibou drove a fist into the younger man's chin, knocking him flat on his back. With an evil grin, he stalked toward his fallen opponent, raised one booted foot, and...

*CRACK!* Kichigai screamed in agony as his left knee was pulverized under the tall fighter's heel.

"Somebody stop this! This is far too brutal! Saibou-senshu is destroying his opponent piece by piece!"

The cold blue-grey eyes of Kaniba Saibou flashed with grim amusement as he lifted the crippled fighter by the collar. "And one last gift of pain for the road," he grinned, drawing back a fist...

...which was suddenly intercepted by a white-gloved hand. "You've made your point," a soft voice warned dangerously.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Great Saiyaman has appeared to rescue Kichigai-senshu from certain demise!" the announcer reported, relief evident in his voice.

Saibou smirked at the oddly-costumed superhero. "So, you've stopped fighting entirely, have you now, Son Gohan?" he asked quietly.

The Saiyajin was rather thankful for his sunglasses as his eyes widened in surprise behind the dark lenses. "Who are you?" he asked.

The tall man shrugged. "Merely a warrior in search of a good challenge." With that, he pulled his fist loose from the young man's grip, and tossed his unconscious opponent out of the ring, to land at the announcer's side in a heap. He then turned on his heel and marched out of the ring, to the jeers of the spectators. Medics quickly loaded Kichigai onto a stretcher and carried him out of the arena.

One of the officials ran up to the announcer with a slip of paper after a few awkward moments. The blonde man coughed nervously as he read the announcement. "Ladies and gentlemen...due to the fact that Sabatsu Kichigai-senshu is alive and in stable condition, with only shock and multiple fractures and dislocated joints, the judges rule that Kaniba Saibou-senshu did not violate any rules of the Budokai. Furthermore, because the appearance of the Great Saiyaman counts as outside interference on behalf of Sabatsu Kichigai-senshu, it is hereby ordained that the winner of the match by technical foul, by knockout, and by ringout is Kaniba Saibou-senshu."

The crowd's reaction was predictable as a chorus of boos arose and garbage was flung onto the platform. Gohan, deciding a strategic retreat was in order, disappeared into the sky, re-entering the arena from the second floor lavatory in street clothes a full minute later. As he plopped down into his seat, Videl wrapped her arms around him. "Ne...you did the right thing, Gohan-kun."

The Saiyajin sighed heavily. "I know, it's just..." He growled in frustration. "This is getting more and more confusing by the minute, and I have no idea what's going on, and it's really starting to piss me off."

"We'll get to the bottom of it," Videl assured him. "We'll talk to your dad later on, and maybe to my dad too...a guy like that can't just appear out of thin air, you know?"

Gohan frowned. "Raditz appeared out of thin air. So did Cell."

Videl decided, at that, to shut up and simply hold her fiance's hand reassuringly.

Chichi stared at the television, worry evident in her eyes. Her tail lashed nervously across the seat of the couch. "Gokuu-sa, what th' hell's goin' on?"

Gokuu seemed deep in thought, a clear sign that the situation was grave indeed. "That guy's evil...I got a feelin' he's involved in what happened in Hell." Chewing absently on a meat bun, he suddenly stood and pressed two fingers against his forehead. "I hate to break up Gohan's date, but I gotta get a closer look at this guy. I don't think he's strong enough to be a problem...looked like he was afraid of Gohan a little. But I wanna check it out."

The two women nodded. "I'm sure Gohan-chan will understand," Chichi said. "Be careful, Gokuu-sa."

With a brief nod, Gokuu vanished.

Gohan glanced up at the familiar presence a split second before his father materialized. "Otousan," he greeted.

"Ossu. Sense anything from that Red Ribbon guy?"

The younger Saiyajin shook his head. "Not a thing. It's like the Jinzouningen all over again. We were going to ask you about it later."

"I haven't been able to get anything either. That's why I came here."

"Son-san, what do you think about this guy?" Videl asked.

Gokuu shrugged. "Can't tell, although I get the feelin' he don't wanna fight Gohan. That probably means he knows he's not strong enough."

"He came up here," Gohan said. "He was asking all kinds of questions. Otousan, I think he knows who we are." Looking out into the arena, where the workers were cleaning the platform for the next match, he lowered his voice. "I think he knows about Super Saiyajin, and he may even know I'm the one who killed Cell."

Gokuu blinked. "How could he know that? The only people who know about that are the ones who were there, and Videl-chan, and maybe one or two others who wouldn't go around talking about it."

"I know, and that's what worries me."

The tall Saiyajin frowned. "I just wish I could feel anything from this guy...I can't even tell where he is..."

"Leaning against the entrance to the lobby downstairs, if it helps any," Videl said. "I noticed he tends to hang out there when he's not fighting."

Gokuu grinned. "Yosh'..." He closed his eyes...

The red-haired woman shrieked as a muscular, spiky-haired man in an orange gi suddenly appeared in the ladies' restroom.

"Aaaahh! Go-gomen nasai, lady! It was a mistake!" Gokuu grimaced as he dashed through the door and down the corridor. Once he was clear of the area, he leaned against the wall and tapped his chin thoughtfully. "That was weird! How'd that happen?"

Catching sight of a snack machine, he quickly decided it wasn't important, and started trying to find change in his pants.

Once the large man was gone, the woman peeked nervously out of the restroom. Glancing around to be sure he was gone, she strode over to the sink, washing her hands and examining herself in the mirror.

"Chikushou," she growled. "What was HE doing in here!?"

Taking a few deep, calming breaths, the redhead brushed a few errant strands of hair from her forehead, touched up her lipstick, then strode out into the corridor.

The sudden appearance of the Saiyajin had alarmed her, and with good reason; if she had been this easily detected, then her plans were in serious jeopardy.

However, that didn't mean she couldn't...improvise.

Confident smile firmly in place, Lucinda Amazan resumed her carefully manufactured tournament duties as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Ossu! Ora Gokuu!
There's sure a lot of strange things happening lately! This Red Ribbon guy shows up, Kuririn's awfully nervous about something, and...what's this? Someone new just showed up in ano-yo...masaka...it couldn't be...!

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