Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with DBZ
Note: Gohan's is telling this story
I felt a overwhelming urge to run onto the mats and lash out at the man kicking my father in the ribs, he was being smashed further and further into the corner at the fighting mats, his arms trying to protect him he was tired and looked half dead.
That man was beating up my father, the judges expressions were blank.
please let the round end please I really couldn't bear to stand it, one of the people I lived most in the world was getting beaten up.
I looked up to vegeta as a smile crept up onto his face, wide and wicked!
HOW CAN YOU SMILE LIKE THAT.
Just watch replied Vegeta
My dad's karate suit whipped as he threw a couple of punches at the guy.
YEAH WAY TO GO DAD I yelled as he spun around and punched the man in the stomach again and again and landed a kick so strong you could hear the thud and the air whooshing out of his lungs from the furthermost corners of the immense gymnasium
I knew exactly what he was feeling,
Anxiety, responsibility and also adrenaline, making every minute seen like a minute every punch to the stomach seem like a butterfly kiss.
Everything in the world non-existent as if it all came down to beating the person who was beating you!
He was very powerful, but he could tell what his problem was it was one we shared!
The unwillingness to hurt your opponent, only as a form of self-defence would we fight back.
Not a winning Quality well not for him!
I packed away MY first prize trophy in my bag and went to go congratulate dad as the judges signalled the end of the match
Winner?????
The dad basher
"great job" I said to my dad
"I really started to pick up at the end" said dad "I'm a bit disappointed that it's all over"
I said to my self
"one more minute and that guy would have jelly for insides, he's gonna be very sore tomorrow