The Worlds Martial Arts Tournament: Surprise
Disclaimers: I do not own Dragon Ballz at all. But if any lawyers are reading this, I will gladly offer a jolly-rancher [believe me you need the joy] and a quarter that I found on the street. Yes I'll admit I'm broke! Waaaaaaaaaa! Hiya, this is only my second Dragon Ballz fanfic. So go easy on reviews. Please review this story b/c I need the motivation. By the way when you read this story you will notice that not a lot of people are named, but I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out sooner or later. Love to all how have read and reviewed my other story, Resurrection of an Android! Bai, for now^.^ The Worlds Martial Arts Tournament: Surprise

"All contestants for the worlds martial arts tournament please report to the warm-up pavilion. The preliminaries will get started with or without you." Projected the announcer from the speakers.

'Guess I better hurry'

"And where are you from?" asked an annoyingly cherry lady, holding a microphone to my face.

'Earth, you stupid blond'

"Ooookay, moving along," she drawled leading her camera man over to another loser.

'Guess she didn't hear me'

"Please move on to the locker rooms," whispered a short little man.

Finding a suitable locker I slipped into my fighting gi. A red tankini top, blue flares held on by a chain, black biker gloves and an orange bandana.

'I hope I can find him'

The warm-up pavilion was filled with losers.

'Where is he?'

"Hahahaha, they would cheer for a gold fish if you put a champion belt on it" laughed a familiar voice. More voices joined with his.

'Bingo'

"I'll get a picture of the real saiyaman then he'll be a laughing stock and Videl will be sure to like me!"

'Oh no you won't you blond haired freak'

Walking over I snatched the camera from his hands and crushed it in mine.

"You'll have to pay for that, you know! You've ruined everything!" cried the freak.

'Yeah, whatever.'

"Let the preliminaries begin. 194 people have entered this year and there are only 16 spots. According to rules the defending champion is automatically entered, that leaves fifteen spots."

*sigh*

"This year we will be using a punching machine to determine who gets the other 15 spots. Now to give us a score to go by we have asked the defending champion to go first. Hercule will you come on out please!" cheers erupted from the stadium and Hercule the walking dumb-bell came out.

'Oh boy, what a loser'

But instead of punching the machine he started posing. Cameras were taking pictures by the minute, until all the sudden all the cameras blew up. A smile graced my lips as I looked over at Picallo. Hercule made a lot of stupid noises and finally punched the machine.

"Wow and a amazing score of 137," cried the announcer.

'Pathetic'

"Good luck to all you fighters! I hope at least one of you can break a hundred so we can have a decent match" with that dumb-bell left.

'Probably off to put some salve on his hand'

Fighters went up and all got really low scores when finally I noticed one of the gang.

"774!" cried the announcer as she barley touched the machine.

They seemed to think there was a problem so she had to go again.

'hahahaha'

Next came more of the gang.

"192" cried the announcer looking astonished.

'Go guys'

"186 points!"

'You guys can do better then this'

"210 points!" The crowd was awed into silence.

'Oh no'

They switched the machine and the prince came up for his turn.

"Stand aside!" he growled and punched the machine blowing it apart.

'God help us' *sigh*

"Number 23" croaked the announcer.

'That would be me'

I walked past the snickers and catcalls and reached the machine. Deciding to hold back as the others had done I pushed the machine with my index finger.

"512 points!!"

'Oh well, so much for going easy'

I passed by the gang as I headed back towards the crowd. I could feel their eyes boring into my back.

A few more people went up and tried their best to break a hundred. No one did except for a black boy with a white Mohawk. But I knew he would I could feel his power.

'I can't wait to fight you!'

"Alright then. The next 15 numbers I call are qualified to fight in the tournament. Number 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 46, 53, 67, 84, 92, and 98. Every one else thank you for trying and we hope to see you next time."

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