Champion

Summary: Hercule Satan has just won the 24th World Martial Arts Tournament! This makes him the greatest fighter alive, right? However he does not feel content. The winner of the 22nd and 23rd WMAT did not enter. In order to really be the strongest he must beat these previous champions. The only problem is he does not know where to find them. One year before Cell

"speech"

'thought'

'telepathy'

Author's note: In this story Hercule is going to be a much more likeable character (hopefully) and will have a power level of 64 at the beginning. Still no knowledge of ki just super human physical attributes. Like Nam only a little weaker. Also 10 year old Videl has a power level of 26.

Chapter One

Hercule was ecstatic he had won 'I can't believe it' he thought to himself as he thrust his hands into the air with a roar of triumph 'I am the strongest man alive!' something about this thought stuck him as odd but he dismissed it as he saw the announcer approaching him from the edge of the ring. "Well how about that folks!" the blond haired announcer shouted into his microphone "the new World Martial Arts champion is Hercule Satan!" The crowd went wild except for a few disappointed fans who had witnessed the epic battles of tournaments past. Over the screaming of the crowd the announcer continued "In a display of speed and power that I have rarely seen matched Hercule manages to win this tournament without breaking a sweat!"

After realizing that the announcer was going to continue for a while and with no help from him Hercule left the area to wait for the awards ceremony where he was supposed to give some sort of victory speech 'what do they expect me to say" he thought to himself. His thoughts were interrupted however by a shout of "daddy" and a surprisingly strong tackle to the stomach. He grinned looking down knowing what he would see, and there sure enough was his, just barely, 10 year old daughter Videl. 'she just hit me harder than anyone I fought in the tournament' Hercule thought to himself as he caught her and placed her on the ground. "I knew you would win" Videl continued "all the people here are super weak" Videl stated.

"Now Videl" Hercule scolded "these people worked hard to get here do not just casually insult them because you won." Videl frowned up at her father and said "but it's not my fault that they are weak, they should have trained more!" Hercule laughed at his daughter's logic and said "how would you feel if someone else won and you heard them talking like that?" Videl unsure of her father's point said "but I won daddy" Hercule seeing that she did not understand decided to change the subject.

"So Videl" Hercule said as they walked to the benches in the waiting area and sat "would you like some ice cream after the ceremony to celebrate our victories?" that would be great, can I bring Erasa and Sharpner?" Videl asked. "Of course you can" Hercule said ice cream for everyone but after today you and me are back on our diets" Hearing this Videl began to pout " Oh daddy can't we eat like regular people for just a few days?" Hercule was going to deny her strait away but he made the mistake of looking down at his daughter who was doing her best to look like a lost puppy 'damn it' Hercule thought to himself 'how can I say no to that?' "Fine" He sighed "but we have to train extra hard to compensate" he said sternly. "Hooray" Videl said "I want a pizza for dinner!" Okay honey" Hercule said. Any further demands of his daughter were interrupted by the arrival of one of the members of the tournament staff informing them that the award ceremony would begin in five minutes. Hercule remembering an earlier thought walked up to the short over weight monk and asked "did any previous champions enter this year?"

The monk blinked up at him in confusion and said "well I don't know about all the previous champions but I do now that the winner of the last 3 did not show up." "Really" said Hercule "did you see their matches?" he asked "well yes" said the monk "Those three tournaments had the best fights I have ever seen.

Even better than the ones today" Hercule was surprised by this but he also felt a stirring of excitement in his chest 'maybe these fighters could give me a challenge' he thought to himself. "How do you think I would have done against them?" Hercule asked out of curiosity. Seeing the monks nervous look he continued "be honest I will not be insulted if you think they are better" Hearing this the monk sighed in relief "well sir" the monk paused briefly in thought then continued " all three of them would probably defeat you without much effort"

Hercule was surprised to say the least but before he could respond they were interrupted by a girlish shout. For Unbeknownst to them Videl had been walking up to her father with more thoughts on what they should eat in during this week 'more pizza, barbeque pork buns, cake, pie, cookies…' however on hearing the announcers words all thoughts of food were driven from her head.

"WHAT" Videl shouted "My father is the strongest there ever you no good liar!" while saying this she stalked toward the monk with fire in her eyes. The monk was not overly worried about an angry child until he remembered that this child had just won a tournament against people over twice her size almost as easily as her father had won the adult division.

Luckily Hercule was right there and knew his daughter well. "Videl stop right now" Hercule said in a calm but firm voice "I asked this man to tell me his opinion; you have no right to insult him just because you disagree." "But daddy there is no way they can be stronger than you. You're the world champ. " Hercule laughed at this and said " I am the champion but these men he was talking about won the tournaments before this one and for some reason did not enter this year" looking down at his daughter he continued "its possible that if they had entered I would not be the champ right now"

"If you say so" Videl said dubiously "I still think you're the best." "Thank you sweet heart" Hercule said fondly. Turning back to the bald monk before him Hercule asked "do you have the name and addresses of the previous champions?"

"Well I can give you their names but only one of them has a known address" the monk responded "That's fine" Hercule said "please continue" Well the man who won the tournament before you was Son Goku. The winner of the 22nd tournament was Tien Shinnhan and the winner of the 21st was a man who called himself Jackie Chun."

"What do you mean called himself Jackie Chun was that his name or not?" Hercule asked. "Well the monk said that is the name he used to enter. But the tournament sponsor recognized who he really was" After saying this, the monk paused dramatically. "Well who was it" Videl asked losing her patience

"His true identity was none other than Lord Muten Roshi" the monk said excitedly "WHAT?" Videl and Hercule yelled simultaneously "That is impossible he would have been over three hundred years old" Hercule said in shock

"Well" said the monk "he was alive then whether or not he is still alive you will have to find out on your own" What do you mean" Hercule asked puzzled "The only address we have belongs to him" the monk said savoring the stunned looks on their faces.

"C-can I have it?" Hercule asked stuttering in his eagerness "Well I'm not really supposed to but you are the champion… I suppose it couldn't hurt" the monk said slowly

After triple checking the address the monk gave him saving it into his phone, into his jet copter, into his daughter's phone, and sending it to himself as an email. The rest of the day passed in a blur. He did not know what he said at the ceremony but the fans seemed to like it so that did not matter.

After making planes with his daughter do go to the coordinates in the morning they both fell into an exhausted sleep. Hercules last thoughts before drifting into sleep were of his dead wife 'I will become the stronger for you and our daughter. I swear it.' After that single thought sleep took him.

Please review. This is my first attempt at writing anything other than essays for school. Constructive criticism is appreciated but insults will be ignored.