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sue me. Okay, on to the story. Enjoy!
She looked among the crowd in the square. People were everywhere, but she swore she recognized that one ki. It was just as vivid as on the day that she lost him. The woman narrowed her eyes and lost herself in thought.
"Can I help you?" piped a voice.
She turned to the voice, which belonged to a rather portly man at a table.
"Yes," she replied rather abruptly. "I'd like to register for the tournament."
The man seemed startled by her quick reply, appearing to take it for rudeness. 'Damn,' she thought. 'I've been traveling alone for so long, that now I've forgotten my manners.'
"I mean, I need to register to fight for today's tournament. Could you help me?" she said calmly.
The man seemed to relax and smiled.
"Name?" he asked.
She thought for a moment, as if looking over her options. She decided on her 'adopted' name. Wretched as that name was, she couldn't use her birth name. No one on this damn planet would be able pronounce it, never mind spell it.
"Hana," she said.
The man asked other questions and she answered them, all the while focusing on that ki. She departed the registering table and was directed to the tryouts, which consisted of punching a block and getting a score.
'How barbaric,' she thought. 'But this is Earth after all.'
She snapped out of her reverie and noticed that the ki she had felt before was only a foot behind her. 'Father,' she thought. 'You will be avenged.'
"Damnit, Kakarot," Vegeta said. "Every tournament we have to stand in these stupid lines- just to punch a damn block. Maybe I should just knock out everyone in front of me in line and they'll let me into the final 16."
"You can't do that, Vegeta," Goku replied. "That wouldn't be fair. Besides, I'm in front of you..."
Goku paused for a moment.
"Hey! That's not funny!" He said, crossing his arms.
"Well, I thought it was," Vegeta said, smirking. "It would spare you the embarrassment of losing to me in front of all those people."
"Whatever," Goku said, rolling his eyes.
Hana watched the pair intently until her name was called. She strolled up the block. Yes, she would show the owner of the ki she'd sensed, whose name she now knew from listening in on their conversation, what she could do. She calmly approached the block and gave it a jab that seemed like nothing more than a mere nudge.
"350!" the official called out.
The other fighters in line were shocked. Goku raised his eyebrows and looked very curious. Goten, who stood behind Vegeta and Trunks, tapped his father on the shoulder.
"Dad!" he said. "Did you see that score?"
"Yes, son," Goku said. "It doesn't make sense."
"Who is she?" Trunks asked. "I thought we knew all of the strongest fighters out there."
"Yeah, Grampa G," Pan chimed in. "She's strong!"
Vegeta crossed his arms and scowled.
"Who cares?" Vegeta said. "Unless she's this home-grown Earth fighter you were going on about, it isn't important. The score means nothing. She has a weak power level."
"She could be suppressing her ki, dad," Trunks said, stating the obvious.
"However strong she is, she can't be stronger than me or Kakarot," Vegeta said. "So it's not worth worrying about for now."
Goten and Trunks just shrugged and seemed to agree. Goku, however, wasn't so sure. Wearing a simple outfit of grey gi pants, a black top and pale green sash, the woman appeared to be only 5' 3", but seemed very agile and strong. Her long dark hair, tied into a ponytail, and face seemed ordinary enough, but something was strange about her.
Hana heard the whole discussion from the sidewall she was leaning on. Her mouthed formed into a confident smirk.
'Weak? Not important?' she thought. 'You'll see how wrong you are, Saiyan.'
There's the first chapter to my first non one-shot story. More to come soon! Tell me what you think. But be warned, flame me, and you will feel my wrath ... yeah.
She looked among the crowd in the square. People were everywhere, but she swore she recognized that one ki. It was just as vivid as on the day that she lost him. The woman narrowed her eyes and lost herself in thought.
"Can I help you?" piped a voice.
She turned to the voice, which belonged to a rather portly man at a table.
"Yes," she replied rather abruptly. "I'd like to register for the tournament."
The man seemed startled by her quick reply, appearing to take it for rudeness. 'Damn,' she thought. 'I've been traveling alone for so long, that now I've forgotten my manners.'
"I mean, I need to register to fight for today's tournament. Could you help me?" she said calmly.
The man seemed to relax and smiled.
"Name?" he asked.
She thought for a moment, as if looking over her options. She decided on her 'adopted' name. Wretched as that name was, she couldn't use her birth name. No one on this damn planet would be able pronounce it, never mind spell it.
"Hana," she said.
The man asked other questions and she answered them, all the while focusing on that ki. She departed the registering table and was directed to the tryouts, which consisted of punching a block and getting a score.
'How barbaric,' she thought. 'But this is Earth after all.'
She snapped out of her reverie and noticed that the ki she had felt before was only a foot behind her. 'Father,' she thought. 'You will be avenged.'
"Damnit, Kakarot," Vegeta said. "Every tournament we have to stand in these stupid lines- just to punch a damn block. Maybe I should just knock out everyone in front of me in line and they'll let me into the final 16."
"You can't do that, Vegeta," Goku replied. "That wouldn't be fair. Besides, I'm in front of you..."
Goku paused for a moment.
"Hey! That's not funny!" He said, crossing his arms.
"Well, I thought it was," Vegeta said, smirking. "It would spare you the embarrassment of losing to me in front of all those people."
"Whatever," Goku said, rolling his eyes.
Hana watched the pair intently until her name was called. She strolled up the block. Yes, she would show the owner of the ki she'd sensed, whose name she now knew from listening in on their conversation, what she could do. She calmly approached the block and gave it a jab that seemed like nothing more than a mere nudge.
"350!" the official called out.
The other fighters in line were shocked. Goku raised his eyebrows and looked very curious. Goten, who stood behind Vegeta and Trunks, tapped his father on the shoulder.
"Dad!" he said. "Did you see that score?"
"Yes, son," Goku said. "It doesn't make sense."
"Who is she?" Trunks asked. "I thought we knew all of the strongest fighters out there."
"Yeah, Grampa G," Pan chimed in. "She's strong!"
Vegeta crossed his arms and scowled.
"Who cares?" Vegeta said. "Unless she's this home-grown Earth fighter you were going on about, it isn't important. The score means nothing. She has a weak power level."
"She could be suppressing her ki, dad," Trunks said, stating the obvious.
"However strong she is, she can't be stronger than me or Kakarot," Vegeta said. "So it's not worth worrying about for now."
Goten and Trunks just shrugged and seemed to agree. Goku, however, wasn't so sure. Wearing a simple outfit of grey gi pants, a black top and pale green sash, the woman appeared to be only 5' 3", but seemed very agile and strong. Her long dark hair, tied into a ponytail, and face seemed ordinary enough, but something was strange about her.
Hana heard the whole discussion from the sidewall she was leaning on. Her mouthed formed into a confident smirk.
'Weak? Not important?' she thought. 'You'll see how wrong you are, Saiyan.'
There's the first chapter to my first non one-shot story. More to come soon! Tell me what you think. But be warned, flame me, and you will feel my wrath ... yeah.