Dragon Ball if I was Goku

The two fighters stood facing each other in the ring, the crowd's anticipation electric.

"So you're the one who killed Taopaipai-sama," Tenshinhan said coldly, his three eyes narrowing. "You don't look like much."

Goku tilted his head, hands in his pockets. "yep that was me..."

"I will crush you like I did to your friend!" Said yamcha with a smirk, Goku put his hands on his knees squatted and stretch his back "oh yeah ! Yamcha! I totally forgot ! I have to make you pay" said Goku,

"Fighters ready?" the announcer interrupted, raising his hand. "BEGIN!"

Tenshinhan exploded forward instantly, unleashing a vicious barrage of punches. His fists blurred through the air, each strike aimed to kill.

But Goku moved like smoke, weaving between the attacks with minimal effort. Duck, sidestep, lean back, parry—each movement precise.

He's not even trying, Tenshinhan realized with growing frustration.

Then Goku moved. His fist shot forward like a bullet toward Tenshinhan's stomach—and stopped an inch away.

The pressure wave hit like a sledgehammer. Tenshinhan's belly caved inward, his three eyes bulging as his mouth gaped open. He flew backward across the ring, feet dragging grooves in the tiles before catching himself at the edge.

"What... the hell?" Tenshinhan gasped, clutching his stomach. But despite the pain, a small smile crept across his face. "This is going to be interesting."

From the stands, Tsuru Sen'nin's face darkened. The boy who killed his brother was toying with his best student.

"Chaozu," he hissed quietly. "Use your psychic powers. Paralyze him."

The small, pale fighter floating nearby looked uncomfortable. "But that's—"

"Do it!"

Chaozu reluctantly raised his hands, focusing his energy.

Meanwhile, Master Roshi had made his way down to stand beside Krillin at ringside.

"Muten Roshi-sama! Did you see that?" Krillin exclaimed. "He didn't even touch him!"

"The boy's gotten even stronger," Roshi murmured, but his eyes narrowed. "But watch carefully..."

Tenshinhan charged again, ready for round two. Goku shifted his weight, prepared to dodge—

But nothing happened. His body wouldn't respond.

Tenshinhan's fist crashed into Goku's face, snapping his head to the side with a meaty crack. The crowd erupted in surprised cheers.

What the hell? Goku thought, his mind racing. Why can't I—

Then it clicked. That familiar sensation of invisible hands holding him in place. He'd saw it before.

Slowly, deliberately, Goku turned his head. Not toward Tenshinhan, but toward the small pale figure at the arena's edge. His usual carefree expression melted away, replaced by something that made everyone nearby take an involuntary step back.

His lips pulled back in a menacing grin that had nothing friendly about it.

"Two versus one?" His voice carried a dark amusement that sent shivers down spines. "...I don't mind. Hehe."

Tenshinhan froze mid-strike. "What? What are you talking about?"

But Goku wasn't looking at him. Those dangerous eyes remained locked on Chaozu, who had begun trembling under that predatory stare.