The Grand Master's Tournament:
Mount Yousei October 9th Age 750
Goku was walking in a handstand across the mountain during his three years training for the 22nd Tenkaichi Budokai.
He moved his arms carefully and then sped up running across the mountain bridge when he heard someone scream.
"SOMEONE HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP!"
He looked under the bridge and saw the Teddy Bear Bandit and the Tiger Bandit holding an old lady hostage, with their sowrds pointed at her.
"You look good enough to eat, old hag!" yelled Teddy Bear Bandit "We'll have a good feed for lunch this afternoon!"
"Itadakimasu!" they both yelled, throwing the lady in the air and preparing to strike with their swords.
"STOP IT!" Goku screamed as he jumped down, catching the woman "What the hell are you two doing, attacking an innocent lady!"
"Whatever kid, stay outta this!" Teddy Bear Bandit spoke back at the monkey tailed boy.
"Yeah, she is our lunch, you can't steal other people's lunch!" yelled the Tiget.
"You wanna bet!?" Goku yelled before punching the Tiger out cold and then throwing the bear into the mountain.
"You're very strong kid." the old lady smiled at her savior "Hey I remember you, I went to Papaya Island and saw you against champion Jackie Chun last May."
"Thanks." smiled Goku "I'm actually on a training journey to train for the 22nd Budokai in three years time."
"I know, there's another Martial Arts tournament you should enter, it's called the Grand Master's tournament and it's being held in Dragon's Rock next week."" the lady enthusiastically informed Goku.
"It's a prestigious tournament where not everyone can enter, only the best are invited to the Tournament but I reckon you should be able to enter because of your runner-up status in the Tenkaichi Budokai, it'll be great practice for the next Budokai too."
"By the best, you mean these guys are very super-strong right?" Goku smiled at the chance of yet again, fighting powerful opponents. "I would love to enter then"
The lady smiled. "Only the very best."
"Which way is Dragon's Rock, anyway?" Goku asked the lady. "I wanna head there as soon as possible."
"The boat leaving for the tournamnt and the registry centre are in Yousei Town, down this way" the lady pointed south.
"Ok, I better get goin'" Goku declared running south to the town "Thank you!"
West City Senior High School October 10th Age 750
Yamcha struggled to keep his eyes open as the maths Teacher, Mrs. Shawtz, spoke of the national maths contest that was going to happen in one month.
He had been both studying hard for the contest as well as training at Kame House for the 22nd Tenkaichi Budokai in thirty-one months.
Juggling his duties as a teenager and a martial artist was really tiring him, but he HAD to try his best.
"What's wrong, Yamcha?" Bulma looked at her boyfriend struggling to stay awake. "You walked slowly to school today, and you even refused to walk with Cake and the others..." she asked, referring to the fanclub that was following him around for the past year.
Then Yamcha's watch phone rang.
"Yamcha-san, where are you? We gotta do our farming, so please put on your turtle shell and head back already." Kuririn called.
"Sensei, Please may I leave school for today?" Yamcha stood up and asked Mrs. Shawtz. "I have some serious buisness to attend."
"NO YAMCHA-KUN! YOU HAVE HAD ENOUGH TIME IN DETENTION IN MAY AND JUNE BECAUSE OF YOUR PARTICIPATION IN THE TWENTY FIRST TENKAICHI BUDOKAI!" yelled Mrs. Shawtz, slamming her hands onto her desk.
"IT'S UNHEALTHY, THAT MARTIAL ARTS HABIT OF YOURS, I SWEAR ONE OF THESE DAYS YOU WILL BE KILLED!"
But Yamcha was already gone.
"Danm it...today's generation are such karate-obssessed brats..." Mrs. Shawtz muttered.
Kame House October 11th Age 750
"What!? Dragon's Rock, you say?" Roshi was on the phone to the lady that Goku saved two days ago.
"But only the best are permitted in the island! Goku only won second place at the Tenkaichi Budokai this year! Are you sure he would be able to enter? Alright I'll go and tell Kuririn, Yamcha and the others, we'll be sure not to miss him fighting at the tournament!"
"What was it Muten Roshi-sama?" Kuririn asked as he ate breakfast. "Did something happen to Goku?"
"Goku is going to enter the Grand Master's Tournament in Dragon's Rock." Roshi declared to the Dragonball Gang.
"Grand Master's Tournament, you mean at Dragon's Rock!?" Yamcha asked stunned "But that's where only the best Martial Artists are invited to compete every year! Are you sure Goku could enter with a runner-up status on his belt!?"
"Yamcha, this is the same kid who beat and single handly destroyed the Red Ribbon army five months ago." Bulma reminded everyone.
Yamcha was fast asleep, holding his pencil on his maths book.
He wore himself out today just doing the farming and milk delivery this morning on top of his studying for the maths contest.
"Yamcha, wake up!" shouted Bulma. "We gotta make preperations to sneak to Dragon's Rock to root for Son-kun!"
"Uh, Sorry" Yamcha apologized "I just fell asleep"
Roshi stood up "Well it IS time for our afternoon nap now, let's head off to the hammocks, you two."
Yamcha and Kuririn followed Roshi outside for the hammocks for their nap.
The Boat to Dragon's Rock October 12th Age 750
Goku looked over the boat at the ocean, wondering when they will get to Dragon's have left the station two hours ago and Goku was very excited for the martial arts tournament.
"All these people look very strong." He smiled to himself.
"I can't wait to kick all of their asses and become stronger for the Tenkaichi Budokai."
"Are you, Son Goku?" a young man walked up to Goku, he looked very simular.
"Yamcha!" Goku smiled .
"I thought you were training at Kame Sennin-Ojii-chan's and attending West City Senior High School."
"Yam...cha?" the man looked down at Goku confused, Goku looked closer and reliased this wasn't Yamcha.
He had wavier, slightly longer hair, paler skin and more slanted eyes and was wearing a purple hair was also pitch black and short and his eyes were black and he also wore a red headband, which must have led Goku to mistake him for Yamcha in the first place.
"You're Son Goku, right? Name's Yanshin, I saw you on TV at the Tenkaichi Budokai when I was training at home in Metropolis Island." the man introduced himself.
"Ossu! I'm Son Goku" Goku introduced himself. "Sorry I got you confused with a friend o' mine earlier."
"That's okay" Yanshin smiled.
Just then a tall burly man with short light brown hair and a beard showed up and introduced himself.
"Howdy there, I'm Chuck Norris."
"Ossu! I'm Son Goku" Goku introduced himself to the famous martial artist.
"You're Chuck Norris! Kame Sennin Ojii-chan, Kuririn and I have went to see some of your movies and saw you on TV!"
"and you're Son Goku! The runner up in the 21st Tenkaichi Budokai back in May!"
"Yep." Goku smiled "I wonder why Jackie isn't here though, I looked over the boat for him."
"I heard he was hard to contact and the Grand Masters couldn't locate him" Chuck said sadly. "Such a shame, I was hoping to fight against him in the tournament tommorow."
"Ah, I see" Goku looked down sadly, then he perked right back up a second later.
"Ah well! I can always fight him at the next Tenkaichi Budokai, I'll definitely be strong enough to beat him then!"
Yanshin and Chuck both fell over.
"HEY YOU! SON GOKU!" yelled a giant man wearing a doctor's coat and with shaggy blue hair. "I WANT MY REVENGE FOR YOU DEFEATING ME AT THE PRELIMINARIES OF THE TENKAICHI BUDOKAI IN MAY!"
Goku looked up and recognised him.
"Hey I remember you, I fought you in my last fight in the preliminaries at the Tenkaichi Budokai, you yelled at Bacterian for not taking baths and smelling too much, you kept talking to Bacterian about them High Jeans!"
"That's HYGIENE not High Jeans!" the giant yelled at Goku. "Anyways I'm going to defeat you in this tournament this time instead!"
"By the way, how did you get into the tournament when you couldn't even get past the preliminaries?" Goku asked naively.
"I won a different tournament!" the giant said. "That's why the Grand Masters invited can win or come second place in other tournaments aside from the Tenkaichi Budokai in order to enter, you know."
"Oh" Goku was stunned.
A Capsule Plane near the ship, October 12th Age 750
"Alright, there's Son-kun, you guys!" Bulma declared from the driver's seat. "Right next to three other guys!"
"HEY ISN'T THAT CHUCK NORRIS WITH GOKU!?" Kuririn yelled, jolting Yamcha awake from the seat behind him.
Yamcha quickly got up and looked out the window.
"You're right Kuririn, it IS Chuck Norris!" Yamcha shouted from the window.
"I wonder if there are other popular Martial Artists on the boat!"
Kuririn and Yamcha looked and spotted heaps of Martial Artists all over the boat heading for the Grand Master's Tournament.
"I wonder if there are any hotels on that island or any shops." Bulma pondered as she piloted the ship.
"It's an island where only the best Martial Artists are permitted and the Grand Masters themselves so we better hide among them." Roshi explained. "There's a quick chance the Grand Masters will find us and boot us off the island."
"Well Oolong will have to shapeshift into one of the Martial Arists or one of the Grand Masters won't he?" smiled Bulma.
"You too, Puar" smiled Yamcha.
"WHY DO I HAVE TO SHAPESHIFT INTO A MARTIAL ARTIST!?" Oolong complained. "IT CAN'T BE ONE OF THE GRAND MASTERS BECAUSE YOU ALL KNOW MY TRANSFORMATIONS CAN ONLY LAST FIVE MINUTES!"
"You want me to yell "Pee Pee Pee" again, Pig!" Bulma threatened.
"Oh, Alright, fine..." Oolong gave in "I will transform as soon as we arrive on the island..."
Dragon's Rock, October 12th Age 750
Both the boat and the Dragonball Gang's airplane arrved at the island, all of the passengers walking their way to a large palace where everyone would be staying during tommorow's tournament.
"Wow, such a big place!" Goku said in wonder "The Grandmothers must be very rich!"
"That's Grand Masters, Goku" corrected Yanshin.
"HEY SON-KUN!"
Goku looked around and saw all of his friends behind him, Bulma having put the plane back in it's capsule.
"EVERYONE!" Goku shouted in surprise "HOW DID YA ALL GET HERE ON DRAGON'S ROCK!?
"We heard you were entering the Grand Master's Tournament so we decided to sneak abroad to cheer for you when you win the tournament!" Bulma smiled.
"We wouldn't miss your chance at winning the Grand Masters Tournament." Kuririn smiled "And seeing you defeat Chuck Norris, Bruce Lee and the others!"
Goku realised he hadn't introduced his new friends to his old ones.
"Everyone, I'd like for you to meet Yanshin, Chuck Norris and Sukuriki Kuriin, guys this is Bulma, Yamcha, Lunch, Kuririn, Oolong, Kame Sennin Ojii-chan, Turtle and Puar."
Everybody greeted eachother.
Then a trio of old people showed up and Bulma and the others hid behind a pillar, Oolong and Puar shapeshifting into Martial Artists.
"Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to the Grand Master's Tournament! You are all only the best Martial Arts masters across the world and have all been invited to participate in this yearly prestigious contest, there are weapons allowed, but there is to be no killing, rape or any other vicious assult outside combat. May all of you enter the palace and sleep well in your rooms and do your best tommorow" declared the fat man wearing the asian robe in the middle.
"This fucking sucks, what if I'm picked to fight someone in the first round, I don't know shit about Martial Arts!" Oolong muttered.
"Shut up, Oolong, you're here to root for Son-kun, it's just a disguise..." Bulma told Oolong from behind the pillar.
"Ugh..." Yamcha groaned.
They both turned around to find Yamcha leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.
"Yamcha, are you ok?" Bulma looked worried, her boyfriend hadn't really been looking his best these past two weeks.
"Huh?" Yamcha snapped awake. "Yeah, I'm fine...No need to worry!"
The Martial Aritsts started to move towards the palace.
"Come on you guys, we gotta follow Goku!" Kuririn yelled at the three of them.
"RIGHT!" the other three yelled in unsion and joined the rest of the Dragonball gang into the palace.
Goku and the gang had their dinner and then all went to bed in Goku's room.
Tommorow, the Grand Master's tournament will begin.
To be continued