A male classmate in the classroom scoffed. "Better than Mr. Satan? That's hard to believe."
Marron, her temper flaring, shot back, "If you doubt it, why don't you find out for yourself?"
The boy shrugged nonchalantly, clearly unimpressed. Marron's frustration was evident as she glared at him.
The homeroom teacher, sensing the tension, intervened. "Alright, Goten-san, please take a seat."
"Sure," Goten replied, nodding as he descended from the stage.
"Brother Goten, over here!" Marron called, waving enthusiastically.
Goten made his way to the seat beside Marron. As he sat down, a girl with long black hair leaned toward Marron with curiosity.
"Do you know him?" she asked, her tone intrigued.
"Of course!" Marron replied with pride. "Brother Goten's father and my dad are best friends."
"Brother?" the girl echoed.
"Yep! My dad used to be a martial artist too," Marron added.
"That's interesting," the girl remarked.
Marron turned to Goten with a smile. "Brother Goten, let me introduce my friend Yiran. She's been my best friend since I joined this school."
"Hello," Goten greeted Yiran with a polite smile.
"Hi," Yiran replied, nodding shyly.
As Goten settled into his seat, Yiran smirked playfully at Marron. "You two seem close. Is there something going on between you?"
Marron's cheeks flushed instantly. "No… no, we're just friends!"
"Really?" Yiran teased before the start of class interrupted their conversation.
When the bell rang for the first break, Goten found himself surrounded by curious classmates eager to learn more about him.
"You like martial arts, right?" one boy asked. "Why not join our baseball club?"
"Thanks, but I'm not interested," Goten replied.
"What about the tennis club?" another asked.
"Nope," Goten said flatly.
"How about karate?" a third chimed in.
Still, Goten shook his head. "Not my thing."
The boy looked puzzled. "But you said you liked martial arts. Why not karate?"
"I practice the martial arts of the turtle school," Goten explained.
" the turtle school?" the boy asked, frowning in confusion. "What's that?"
"You wouldn't understand even if I explained," Goten said with a dismissive shrug.
The earlier boy, who had doubted Goten, smirked. "Marron said you're the strongest in the universe. Is that true?"
"She was just exaggerating," Goten replied with a laugh.
Marron crossed her arms, annoyed. "I wasn't exaggerating!"
The boy laughed smugly. "As if someone stronger than Mr. Satan exists."
Goten smiled, choosing not to engage. Marron, however, wasn't as restrained. "What's so great about Mr. Satan? His daughter married Goten's brother!"
The classroom fell silent.
"Wait, you're saying Mr. Satan's daughter married Goten-san's brother?" a girl asked in disbelief.
"That's right," Marron said proudly. "Look it up if you don't believe me. His brother's name is Gohan, and he's a scholar now."
One boy quickly pulled out his phone and searched online. His jaw dropped when he saw the results. "She's right. Mr. Satan's daughter, Videl, is married to Gohan."
The doubting boy scoffed. "That doesn't prove anything."
Marron rolled her eyes. "Did I mention Goten's dad was once the champion of the World Martial Arts Tournament?"
Gasps filled the room.
"The World Martial Arts Tournament?" someone echoed.
"That's right. And Goten even won the youth division once!" Marron said triumphantly.
The doubter paled, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. The implications of Goten's lineage and accomplishments were sinking in.
"Alright, Marron, that's enough," Goten said, trying to diffuse the attention.
"Why stop, Brother Goten? I haven't even mentioned your grandfather or Master Roshi yet," Marron teased.
"Marron!" Goten exclaimed, exasperated.
"Fine, fine," Marron relented, but her grin didn't fade.
Meanwhile, the doubting boy slunk back to his seat, clearly regretting his earlier remarks. Goten, however, found himself surrounded by an increasing number of female classmates.
"Wow, Goten is so handsome," one whispered.
"And he's smart and athletic," another added.
Marron watched the scene unfold, jealousy bubbling beneath the surface. Before she could dwell on it further, a voice called from the doorway.
"Trunks-senpai!" a quiet girl with glasses exclaimed, her face lighting up.
Trunks strode confidently into the classroom, his presence commanding attention. As the heir to Capsule Corporation, Trunks was both famous and admired. His combination of wealth and charm made him a favorite among the students.
Trunks scanned the room, his gaze settling on Goten. "There you are," he said with a smirk.
"Senior Trunks, are you here for someone?" the girl asked shyly.
"Yeah, I'm here to see Goten," Trunks replied.
"Goten-san knows Trunks-senpai?" someone whispered.
"They must be close," another added.
Marron chuckled at their surprise. "They've been best friends since childhood."
The murmurs of astonishment grew louder.
Meanwhile, Goten walked over to meet Trunks. "What's up, Trunks?"
"How's your first day going?" Trunks asked.
"It's fine, but I'd rather be training," Goten admitted.
Trunks nodded knowingly. "I feel the same way. But Goten, I want to get stronger."
"Stronger?" Goten asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah. Is there anything you can suggest?"
Goten thought for a moment before replying. "If you're willing to put in the work, you could train in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber."