First things first, I'd better get a disclaimer sorted out.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Dragonball Z, and in the name of great anime, neither should FUNimation. This will NOT be a kiddified story, like what FUNimation did to DBZ. There will be SOME DBZ characters in it, but this mostly revolves around fictional characters with DBZ-like abilities, and not all of these are owned by me. Here's a list of who belongs to who:
Lisa-Chan, Amy, DJ (2BadGanje), Sephihimoto, Leanne = My characters. MINE! *huggles plushies.*
Zori = Knuckles14
Hawk Flamewind, Angel Icewind, Mystic Zeon = Hawk XIII
Bakaryu, Thomas Ridley = Zero Nightmare15
Basically, we found a Create a Character topic on the Dragonball Final Bout board on gamefaqs.com, made some bitchin' characters and decided that we should make fanfics, so here's mine.
The Ultimate Largely Massive Pointlessly-Named Big Final Bout Super Tournament. 5!!!
"Damn it! Sport is Hell!"
From this tone, it was easy for even a newbie to tell that a certain teenage boy with black spiky hair (yup, it's DJ) wasn't having a good day. There were few things in life that bugged him, one of them in particular being the fact that he gets dragged out of whatever he's doing (no matter what it IS he's doing) to do some kind of job, task or unbearable chore. This time, what had got his goat was the world of sport. Football, baseball, basketball, even blitzball. You name it, he'd tried it. and failed. But there had to be SOMETHING he could be good at, right? 'Hmm. martial arts tournaments are coming up.' DJ thought as he slumped into an armchair and glanced at the TV screen. 'But I guess I'm too powerful for everyone there. There won't be any challenge. Besides, I don't think I could actually use a lot of my moves in there.'
As you'd probably guess by now (or from reading the disclaimer), DJ and a couple of his friends had abilities that most people do not. An example would be the ability to fly, fire waves of energy from their hands or attack at blistering speeds. No way any regular martial artist could withstand that, or even survive it, so DJ would more or less be disqualified instantly.
DJ sighed as his eyes cast over one line of information after another, none whatsoever being of any use.
Until that one fateful second when he noticed a strangely long line of text.
'Ah, this could be the very thing I've been looking for!' DJ thought. 'Kind of a long title, though.' Before DJ could think another word, he found himself caught in a powerful grip. It felt like two cushy soft pillows were being pressed into his back. "Guess who, DJ!" a cheerful voice called. DJ could tell who it was: his cheerfully cute friend Amy Ziromohama. But this time, he thought he'd have a little fun.
"Gee, I dunno. Is it a strange guy pushing pillows into my back?"
Bad idea.
Of course, DJ's brain registered that maybe that wasn't such a good answer about three seconds after he had been propelled through the wall into the bathroom. The next thing he saw was Amy kneeling over him, her straight shiny black hair tickling his ear (huh?), saying "I'm sorry!" about seven hundred times a minute. Amy's gold eyes were sparkly and brighter than the brightest sun, as usual. "I'm sorry, DJ! DJ, I'm so soooooooo-rriiiiiiiiieeeee." Amy chimed. "It's just that sometimes. my body just reacts." DJ just grinned. "Gee, from the velocity of me crashing through here, I'd say you were training for that new tournament." After hearing this, a puzzled look crossed Amy's face. What tournament was DJ talking about? And why would she be training to do something she doesn't like? "Come on!" DJ interrupted Amy's trail of thought. "Haven't you heard about the. umm. Gawd, what was its name?" DJ thought for a while, until another female voice removed all need for recollection. "The Ultimate Largely Massive Pointlessly-Named Big Final Bout Super Tournament." said a very attractive young brunette with big, blue sparkly eyes. ".5." "Final Bout Super Tournament 5?" DJ asked, desiring confirmation. He hadn't seen this kind of tournament before. Where did the 5 come in? Had he missed out on the previous four while hanging out with his friends? Or had he just been under a rock the past four years? The world may never know. "Hi Lisa!" Amy said cheerfully. The cheer was shattered as Lisa gave her reply of "Word up, Meatball Head." DJ just sighed. He didn't know what was going to happen first: Were Amy and Lisa going to kill each other, or were the makers of Sailor Moon going to sue Lisa for calling Amy Meatball Head, and Amy for having 'meatballs' in her hair to begin with. "So, do you think we should enter this tournament?" DJ asked. "I mean, it WOULD be something to do, after all." "Couldn't I just cheer you on from the sidelines?" asked Amy. Lisa dragged Amy to her feet. "No way!" she exclaimed. "You're not backing out of THIS one, Blimp Boobs!" Now it was DJ's turn to let out a groan of disappointment. The author, Aire Tame Guh, had set out to do a Dragonball-style story without mentioning what's known at HQ as "the B word", and Lisa had to go and spoil it! "Let's just go to wherever it says we have to be for the tournament and get this done with before you two turn this story into an NC-17." DJ sighed. "OK!" Amy and Lisa chimed simultaneously.
Meanwhile, in a big massive jungle that's a million miles wide, devoid of life and couldn't possibly fit on the planet (but it's right over there), a youth who also had black spiky hair was training vigorously. Any stray branches that got caught up in this boy's ponytail would just break up instantly. Unfortunately, one of his blistering kicks was misaligned, sending a tree out of balance, and tilting heavily in his direction. 'Focus, Zori. remember what this training is for!!' he thought, narrowing his brown eyes. In the time it takes for a squirrel to run and hide (meaning you'll miss this if you blink!), Zori had flipped out of the line of fire, and back into it again! Except this time he had reversed the roles of himself and the tree from earlier! As 120'000 pounds of wood crashed onto the leaf-covered floor below, Zori just stood there, standing on top of the fallen tree, as though it had been there for ages and he was just striking a pose. 'Hmm. THAT wasn't too hard.' Zori thought. Effortlessly kicking the entire tree two and a half miles away, Zori caught sight of a flyer that must have fallen off the tree and got caught in the wind. Catching it in one hand, Zori brought the flyer closer to get a better look. "Ultimate Largely Massive Pointlessly-Named Big Final Bout Super Tournament 5?" Zori read aloud. "What happened to Ultimate Largely Massive Pointlessly-Named Big Final Bout Super Tournaments 1 through 4?" Why Zori said that we may never know. Maybe he was just bored? Or demonstrating his vocabulary skills? After all, that title's hard to say regularly, never mind three times fast!
Nevertheless, this seemed to interest Zori. He stuffed the flyer into his pocket for future reference. Walking out of the seemingly endless forest, Zori realised he had a new path opening to him. By defeating each and every contestant in the tournament, Zori would prove once and for all that he was the ultimate warrior. He wasn't all that bad, actually. Pretty strong, fast and agile, plus he has a sword, and sword beats gun! Not that the last part really mattered, as weapons weren't permitted. The weird thing was that to the unfamiliar viewer there wouldn't seem to be anyone Zori would be trying to prove himself to. But there WAS someone. Zori alone knew who he could prove his strength to, and he didn't really intend to let anyone else know. "Hey, Zori! You thinkin' about Lisa-Chan again?" As though stricken with the Great Fist of Surprise, Zori found himself knocked back. He looked to his left to see a friend of his, Mystic Zeon. Now, how to describe Mystic Zeon? Well, think Gohan, MYSTIC GOHAN. Change his clothes to a red Nike shirt with the Nike label in the middle, dark blue jeans that are kind of baggy. His hair is like Gohan's, as is his face. In his hair, he has blonde streaks. He acquired them when he was training to become mystic(Which really means sitting in front of the old Kai for 13 hours). All the girls (well, ALMOST all) swarm around him. He just wants to find 1 girlfriend, not 20. He is very nervous around the ladies, but there is one lady he has no hesitation in talking about, if just to see Zori get embarrassed. "Zeon, why do you have to surprise me like that!?" Zori exclaimed, his face turning beet red. "Sorry, Zori, just couldn't think of a way to say hello!" Zeon replied. "So, you ARE thinking about her?" Zori turned away. There was no way he could just tell Zeon that he WAS thinking about Lisa-Chan, even though there was no point in hiding it. "OK, OK, you're right." Zori finally admitted. "It's just that. out of all the girls I've seen, the only one I've ever wanted THIS badly." ".is Lisa-Chan." Zeon interrupted. "Dude, why not just ask her out?" "I. I can't. You should know what it's like, Zeon. I mean, you're shy around girls, too." Zeon stepped back. He knew that Zori was right. After all, he wouldn't expect his friends to do something that he wouldn't.
Of course, Tokyo and big massive jungles weren't the only places one could hear about this tournament. Even in the local Capsule Corporation Market Place, Bakaryu and his friend Hawk Flamewind can hear of such an event while merely shopping for supplies. "Yo Hawk, are you sure Angel needs all this food?" Bakaryu asked as he placed yet another pack of sausages into the shopping trolley. "Actually, all this is for a certain 'guest' who decided to crash out at out place because his wife is mad again." Hawk replied. Of course, many DBZ fans will have a good idea about what's going on. Chichi's mad at Goku again for some reason or another. "My guess is it's that dangerous Time-Of- The-Month." "What!? You mean Chichi lost in the monthly steeplechase again!?" Bakaryu exclaimed. "You'd think that after a whole year of betting, she'd win at least ten measly yen!" Of course, Bakaryu didn't know Chichi. She was as unlucky with steeplechases as the whole Briefs family were with getting Vegeta to admit his true feelings. Not once had anyone heard him say something like "I love you, Trunks." or something. Bakaryu and Hawk continued their shopping, although it seemed that Bakaryu was walking ahead. He stopped and walked back to Hawk, who seemed to be hooked on the TV. "Hawk, we have more important things to worry about than TV!" Bakaryu said. Hawk just pointed at the screen. "Check it out." he replied. "There's a sweet tournament on in a few days! Entries on the door! We should head over and participate!" Bakaryu looked at the screen, then back at his friend. "Think so?" he asked. "What if we're too strong?" "Or what if everyone else is too weak?" Hawk asked. Bakaryu suffered from a Faint a la Anime. 'Isn't that what I just said?' he thought. "Hey, we won't know until we find out!" Bakaryu exclaimed. "Let's go check it out! Could be fun!" Of course, what Bakaryu and Hawk didn't realise is that a character called Jedite was listening in on the conversation (It's NOT Jedite from Sailor Moon, I do NOT own him, quit finding excuses to sue me!). He turned to his friend, Thomas Ridley. "Dude, did you hear that? There's a tournament going on in a week or so!" Thomas just stayed silent, as though he wasn't that interested in entering the tournament. "Come on, Thomas, answer me! Don't tell me you're in one of those low pride phases again!" ".fine. I'll enter, just don't expect too much, OK?" Thomas finally replied. Thomas was the type to stay quiet most of the time. ". Jedite, won't you be entering?" "Uh-uh." Jedite replied as he shook his head. "Count me out, Tom. I'm not really into all that fighting and stuff." "Neither am I, yet you're encouraging me to challenge everyone anyway!" Thomas snapped. He seemed angry at this point. "Think about it. The prize is 47 billion yen! With a lot of money." ".I could help a lot of people." Thomas inquired. ".you could buy a lot of stuff." Jedite suggested. Thomas would think of a witty come-back, but it was true. It's like the old saying goes: "Mo' money, mo' money, mo' money." Thomas decided to give this a bit of thought. He didn't fancy his chances of winning at all, but if he did win, he'd have a lot to show for it. Something he could be proud of himself for. Maybe he could finally speak to a girl? After all, it wouldn't be just men entering the tournament, right?
Things were looking pretty rough in a suburban area of Tokyo. A shady character who looked a lot like DJ was trashing the place. The only differences in appearance were that this character had red eyes, and didn't wear anything but black, apart from dark red sneakers. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT!?" he boomed. "IT'S AS THOUGH YOU'VE NEVER SEEN A RUTHLESS CRIMINAL BEFORE!" Well, this was true enough. Nobody around the area, or the country, had seen a guy tear away an entire block of flats with one punch. Before he could smash up more streets, a flood of sirens deafened the area. "This is the Tokyo police service." One of the officers called. "We have you surrounded, come out peacefully and we'll shoot you!" Another officer whispered something in the first officer's ear. He nodded in agreement and added "Come out peacefully and we WON'T shoot you." The figure turned a blind eye to the police. "Hah. Like you could damage me. I am the great Sephihimoto. Shoot me if you can. I'm the only truly powerful character in this whole damned fanfic!" In a way, this opponent was a little scared, because although powerful, a good shot to vital organs would still kill him. "We have reason to believe you are highly dangerous. Please do NOT use your extraordinary powers to destroy us, otherwise we won't be capable of arresting you." Sephihimoto grinned as he turned to face the army of police officers. "That's the plan, dumbass." Suddenly, Sephihimoto's left glove started to glow brightly. The next action he took was to spin his left arm in a clockwise motion, almost like the wind-up for a baseball throw. Thrusting his arm forward, Sephihimoto sent forth the glove, which exploded upon reaching the police cars, leaving the entire area like an overcooked barbeque! Sephihimoto closed his eyes and walked away. "You see, it's obvious. Although a clone, I have no equal." Among the charred corpses and rubble, Sephihimoto somehow spotted a flyer underneath a brick. He picked it up and started reading. "A tournament. Cool! Thousands will be there, which means thousands can die at my hands." Sephihimoto read further. "Damn and crap! I have to wait a whole week before killing everyone! Oh, well. It's not THAT long, right?" Sephihimoto didn't know what waiting could get oneself into. Ya know those last few days before Christmas Day? They feel like weeks, don't they?
Right, so everyone knows about the tournament. Shibby! This means chapter one is finally done! I know this doesn't seem as long as some of my Final Fantasy stories, but that's because I'm trying to break this up into chapters, like so many of you do. It's a new experience, so bear with me! :p Lastly, I appreciate all reviews, but mindless flames will either be ignored, or sent to Prison Island to be put through the shredder. Thank you!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Dragonball Z, and in the name of great anime, neither should FUNimation. This will NOT be a kiddified story, like what FUNimation did to DBZ. There will be SOME DBZ characters in it, but this mostly revolves around fictional characters with DBZ-like abilities, and not all of these are owned by me. Here's a list of who belongs to who:
Lisa-Chan, Amy, DJ (2BadGanje), Sephihimoto, Leanne = My characters. MINE! *huggles plushies.*
Zori = Knuckles14
Hawk Flamewind, Angel Icewind, Mystic Zeon = Hawk XIII
Bakaryu, Thomas Ridley = Zero Nightmare15
Basically, we found a Create a Character topic on the Dragonball Final Bout board on gamefaqs.com, made some bitchin' characters and decided that we should make fanfics, so here's mine.
The Ultimate Largely Massive Pointlessly-Named Big Final Bout Super Tournament. 5!!!
"Damn it! Sport is Hell!"
From this tone, it was easy for even a newbie to tell that a certain teenage boy with black spiky hair (yup, it's DJ) wasn't having a good day. There were few things in life that bugged him, one of them in particular being the fact that he gets dragged out of whatever he's doing (no matter what it IS he's doing) to do some kind of job, task or unbearable chore. This time, what had got his goat was the world of sport. Football, baseball, basketball, even blitzball. You name it, he'd tried it. and failed. But there had to be SOMETHING he could be good at, right? 'Hmm. martial arts tournaments are coming up.' DJ thought as he slumped into an armchair and glanced at the TV screen. 'But I guess I'm too powerful for everyone there. There won't be any challenge. Besides, I don't think I could actually use a lot of my moves in there.'
As you'd probably guess by now (or from reading the disclaimer), DJ and a couple of his friends had abilities that most people do not. An example would be the ability to fly, fire waves of energy from their hands or attack at blistering speeds. No way any regular martial artist could withstand that, or even survive it, so DJ would more or less be disqualified instantly.
DJ sighed as his eyes cast over one line of information after another, none whatsoever being of any use.
Until that one fateful second when he noticed a strangely long line of text.
'Ah, this could be the very thing I've been looking for!' DJ thought. 'Kind of a long title, though.' Before DJ could think another word, he found himself caught in a powerful grip. It felt like two cushy soft pillows were being pressed into his back. "Guess who, DJ!" a cheerful voice called. DJ could tell who it was: his cheerfully cute friend Amy Ziromohama. But this time, he thought he'd have a little fun.
"Gee, I dunno. Is it a strange guy pushing pillows into my back?"
Bad idea.
Of course, DJ's brain registered that maybe that wasn't such a good answer about three seconds after he had been propelled through the wall into the bathroom. The next thing he saw was Amy kneeling over him, her straight shiny black hair tickling his ear (huh?), saying "I'm sorry!" about seven hundred times a minute. Amy's gold eyes were sparkly and brighter than the brightest sun, as usual. "I'm sorry, DJ! DJ, I'm so soooooooo-rriiiiiiiiieeeee." Amy chimed. "It's just that sometimes. my body just reacts." DJ just grinned. "Gee, from the velocity of me crashing through here, I'd say you were training for that new tournament." After hearing this, a puzzled look crossed Amy's face. What tournament was DJ talking about? And why would she be training to do something she doesn't like? "Come on!" DJ interrupted Amy's trail of thought. "Haven't you heard about the. umm. Gawd, what was its name?" DJ thought for a while, until another female voice removed all need for recollection. "The Ultimate Largely Massive Pointlessly-Named Big Final Bout Super Tournament." said a very attractive young brunette with big, blue sparkly eyes. ".5." "Final Bout Super Tournament 5?" DJ asked, desiring confirmation. He hadn't seen this kind of tournament before. Where did the 5 come in? Had he missed out on the previous four while hanging out with his friends? Or had he just been under a rock the past four years? The world may never know. "Hi Lisa!" Amy said cheerfully. The cheer was shattered as Lisa gave her reply of "Word up, Meatball Head." DJ just sighed. He didn't know what was going to happen first: Were Amy and Lisa going to kill each other, or were the makers of Sailor Moon going to sue Lisa for calling Amy Meatball Head, and Amy for having 'meatballs' in her hair to begin with. "So, do you think we should enter this tournament?" DJ asked. "I mean, it WOULD be something to do, after all." "Couldn't I just cheer you on from the sidelines?" asked Amy. Lisa dragged Amy to her feet. "No way!" she exclaimed. "You're not backing out of THIS one, Blimp Boobs!" Now it was DJ's turn to let out a groan of disappointment. The author, Aire Tame Guh, had set out to do a Dragonball-style story without mentioning what's known at HQ as "the B word", and Lisa had to go and spoil it! "Let's just go to wherever it says we have to be for the tournament and get this done with before you two turn this story into an NC-17." DJ sighed. "OK!" Amy and Lisa chimed simultaneously.
Meanwhile, in a big massive jungle that's a million miles wide, devoid of life and couldn't possibly fit on the planet (but it's right over there), a youth who also had black spiky hair was training vigorously. Any stray branches that got caught up in this boy's ponytail would just break up instantly. Unfortunately, one of his blistering kicks was misaligned, sending a tree out of balance, and tilting heavily in his direction. 'Focus, Zori. remember what this training is for!!' he thought, narrowing his brown eyes. In the time it takes for a squirrel to run and hide (meaning you'll miss this if you blink!), Zori had flipped out of the line of fire, and back into it again! Except this time he had reversed the roles of himself and the tree from earlier! As 120'000 pounds of wood crashed onto the leaf-covered floor below, Zori just stood there, standing on top of the fallen tree, as though it had been there for ages and he was just striking a pose. 'Hmm. THAT wasn't too hard.' Zori thought. Effortlessly kicking the entire tree two and a half miles away, Zori caught sight of a flyer that must have fallen off the tree and got caught in the wind. Catching it in one hand, Zori brought the flyer closer to get a better look. "Ultimate Largely Massive Pointlessly-Named Big Final Bout Super Tournament 5?" Zori read aloud. "What happened to Ultimate Largely Massive Pointlessly-Named Big Final Bout Super Tournaments 1 through 4?" Why Zori said that we may never know. Maybe he was just bored? Or demonstrating his vocabulary skills? After all, that title's hard to say regularly, never mind three times fast!
Nevertheless, this seemed to interest Zori. He stuffed the flyer into his pocket for future reference. Walking out of the seemingly endless forest, Zori realised he had a new path opening to him. By defeating each and every contestant in the tournament, Zori would prove once and for all that he was the ultimate warrior. He wasn't all that bad, actually. Pretty strong, fast and agile, plus he has a sword, and sword beats gun! Not that the last part really mattered, as weapons weren't permitted. The weird thing was that to the unfamiliar viewer there wouldn't seem to be anyone Zori would be trying to prove himself to. But there WAS someone. Zori alone knew who he could prove his strength to, and he didn't really intend to let anyone else know. "Hey, Zori! You thinkin' about Lisa-Chan again?" As though stricken with the Great Fist of Surprise, Zori found himself knocked back. He looked to his left to see a friend of his, Mystic Zeon. Now, how to describe Mystic Zeon? Well, think Gohan, MYSTIC GOHAN. Change his clothes to a red Nike shirt with the Nike label in the middle, dark blue jeans that are kind of baggy. His hair is like Gohan's, as is his face. In his hair, he has blonde streaks. He acquired them when he was training to become mystic(Which really means sitting in front of the old Kai for 13 hours). All the girls (well, ALMOST all) swarm around him. He just wants to find 1 girlfriend, not 20. He is very nervous around the ladies, but there is one lady he has no hesitation in talking about, if just to see Zori get embarrassed. "Zeon, why do you have to surprise me like that!?" Zori exclaimed, his face turning beet red. "Sorry, Zori, just couldn't think of a way to say hello!" Zeon replied. "So, you ARE thinking about her?" Zori turned away. There was no way he could just tell Zeon that he WAS thinking about Lisa-Chan, even though there was no point in hiding it. "OK, OK, you're right." Zori finally admitted. "It's just that. out of all the girls I've seen, the only one I've ever wanted THIS badly." ".is Lisa-Chan." Zeon interrupted. "Dude, why not just ask her out?" "I. I can't. You should know what it's like, Zeon. I mean, you're shy around girls, too." Zeon stepped back. He knew that Zori was right. After all, he wouldn't expect his friends to do something that he wouldn't.
Of course, Tokyo and big massive jungles weren't the only places one could hear about this tournament. Even in the local Capsule Corporation Market Place, Bakaryu and his friend Hawk Flamewind can hear of such an event while merely shopping for supplies. "Yo Hawk, are you sure Angel needs all this food?" Bakaryu asked as he placed yet another pack of sausages into the shopping trolley. "Actually, all this is for a certain 'guest' who decided to crash out at out place because his wife is mad again." Hawk replied. Of course, many DBZ fans will have a good idea about what's going on. Chichi's mad at Goku again for some reason or another. "My guess is it's that dangerous Time-Of- The-Month." "What!? You mean Chichi lost in the monthly steeplechase again!?" Bakaryu exclaimed. "You'd think that after a whole year of betting, she'd win at least ten measly yen!" Of course, Bakaryu didn't know Chichi. She was as unlucky with steeplechases as the whole Briefs family were with getting Vegeta to admit his true feelings. Not once had anyone heard him say something like "I love you, Trunks." or something. Bakaryu and Hawk continued their shopping, although it seemed that Bakaryu was walking ahead. He stopped and walked back to Hawk, who seemed to be hooked on the TV. "Hawk, we have more important things to worry about than TV!" Bakaryu said. Hawk just pointed at the screen. "Check it out." he replied. "There's a sweet tournament on in a few days! Entries on the door! We should head over and participate!" Bakaryu looked at the screen, then back at his friend. "Think so?" he asked. "What if we're too strong?" "Or what if everyone else is too weak?" Hawk asked. Bakaryu suffered from a Faint a la Anime. 'Isn't that what I just said?' he thought. "Hey, we won't know until we find out!" Bakaryu exclaimed. "Let's go check it out! Could be fun!" Of course, what Bakaryu and Hawk didn't realise is that a character called Jedite was listening in on the conversation (It's NOT Jedite from Sailor Moon, I do NOT own him, quit finding excuses to sue me!). He turned to his friend, Thomas Ridley. "Dude, did you hear that? There's a tournament going on in a week or so!" Thomas just stayed silent, as though he wasn't that interested in entering the tournament. "Come on, Thomas, answer me! Don't tell me you're in one of those low pride phases again!" ".fine. I'll enter, just don't expect too much, OK?" Thomas finally replied. Thomas was the type to stay quiet most of the time. ". Jedite, won't you be entering?" "Uh-uh." Jedite replied as he shook his head. "Count me out, Tom. I'm not really into all that fighting and stuff." "Neither am I, yet you're encouraging me to challenge everyone anyway!" Thomas snapped. He seemed angry at this point. "Think about it. The prize is 47 billion yen! With a lot of money." ".I could help a lot of people." Thomas inquired. ".you could buy a lot of stuff." Jedite suggested. Thomas would think of a witty come-back, but it was true. It's like the old saying goes: "Mo' money, mo' money, mo' money." Thomas decided to give this a bit of thought. He didn't fancy his chances of winning at all, but if he did win, he'd have a lot to show for it. Something he could be proud of himself for. Maybe he could finally speak to a girl? After all, it wouldn't be just men entering the tournament, right?
Things were looking pretty rough in a suburban area of Tokyo. A shady character who looked a lot like DJ was trashing the place. The only differences in appearance were that this character had red eyes, and didn't wear anything but black, apart from dark red sneakers. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT!?" he boomed. "IT'S AS THOUGH YOU'VE NEVER SEEN A RUTHLESS CRIMINAL BEFORE!" Well, this was true enough. Nobody around the area, or the country, had seen a guy tear away an entire block of flats with one punch. Before he could smash up more streets, a flood of sirens deafened the area. "This is the Tokyo police service." One of the officers called. "We have you surrounded, come out peacefully and we'll shoot you!" Another officer whispered something in the first officer's ear. He nodded in agreement and added "Come out peacefully and we WON'T shoot you." The figure turned a blind eye to the police. "Hah. Like you could damage me. I am the great Sephihimoto. Shoot me if you can. I'm the only truly powerful character in this whole damned fanfic!" In a way, this opponent was a little scared, because although powerful, a good shot to vital organs would still kill him. "We have reason to believe you are highly dangerous. Please do NOT use your extraordinary powers to destroy us, otherwise we won't be capable of arresting you." Sephihimoto grinned as he turned to face the army of police officers. "That's the plan, dumbass." Suddenly, Sephihimoto's left glove started to glow brightly. The next action he took was to spin his left arm in a clockwise motion, almost like the wind-up for a baseball throw. Thrusting his arm forward, Sephihimoto sent forth the glove, which exploded upon reaching the police cars, leaving the entire area like an overcooked barbeque! Sephihimoto closed his eyes and walked away. "You see, it's obvious. Although a clone, I have no equal." Among the charred corpses and rubble, Sephihimoto somehow spotted a flyer underneath a brick. He picked it up and started reading. "A tournament. Cool! Thousands will be there, which means thousands can die at my hands." Sephihimoto read further. "Damn and crap! I have to wait a whole week before killing everyone! Oh, well. It's not THAT long, right?" Sephihimoto didn't know what waiting could get oneself into. Ya know those last few days before Christmas Day? They feel like weeks, don't they?
Right, so everyone knows about the tournament. Shibby! This means chapter one is finally done! I know this doesn't seem as long as some of my Final Fantasy stories, but that's because I'm trying to break this up into chapters, like so many of you do. It's a new experience, so bear with me! :p Lastly, I appreciate all reviews, but mindless flames will either be ignored, or sent to Prison Island to be put through the shredder. Thank you!