1 Part Two- The Tournament
I'm sorry it's taken so long for the second part of Flaming Ki. I could make my usual excuses of how I have a lot of schoolwork and I couldn't find the time, but it doesn't matter now, since I've already finished writing it. Anyway, Thanks to a certain reviewer, the story was almost given away, but I think I will be pretty successful in keeping you on your toes…^_^. So enjoy, and please don't forget to R/R!
Also, this part isn't exactly what I wanted it to be, but I felt so bad for not updating for so long…So here's a little something to move the story. Part three will be the last part (hopefully). Aren't you guys glad I'm on spring break?
To Recap What Happened in Part One:
Bulma and Vegeta- separated over a fight one night
Vegeta- ran off to train, meeting Vibra; an overconfident female fighter who's got the hots for him
Vegeta- entering a tournament for "the chance to fight someone on his level"
Pan and Trunks- still in love with each other, but afraid to admit it
Pan- entering the tournament to 'claim' Trunks
Trunks- entering the tournament because he thinks that he is sponsoring Capsule Corps.
Bulma- Out for revenge against Vibra
Goku- Dead (lol)
Now for the Tournament…what will happen? What kind of mischief will ensue?
The Prince of Saiyans flew through the air at a blinding speed, simply feeling the wind fly through his hair and slap him in the face. It really was exhilarating, and one could forget all of their troubles when they were flying through the air at over 500 miles an hour.
He still had no idea why he was entering this blasted tournament in the first place. He already knew that he was stronger than Vibra, and he could beat her anytime that he wished.
Vegeta had kept completely to himself for the remainder of the week. He hadn't had the heart to go home and apologize to Bulma (not to mention because the words seldom came out of his mouth in the first place). However, he did crave a home cooked meal, even if Bulma was a lousy cook.
Vegeta slowly came to a stop above the tournament area, seeing the usual throng of clowns that were deluded enough to think that they had a chance at winning anything in the tournament. Vegeta sighed.
"This damn well better be worth it."
***
Trunks stepped out of his capsule car and clutched his duffel bag, which held his Capsule Corp gi. He pushed the button to put his car back into the Capsule, and heard a scream as Goten dived out for his life.
"Hey! I was still in there!" Goten yelled as the smoke from the capsule was blown away by the wind.
"Sorry, Goat…I guess I'm kind of distracted."
"Distracted? I think you're completely detached from the world!"
"I just don't really want to be here." Trunks said. He slung the duffel bag over his shoulder and walked towards the locker rooms. "I'll see you later, qualifying matches start in a few minutes."
Goten watched as his miserable friend walked away. Boy was he going to be in for a surprise when he ended up facing Pan in the final match of the tournament.
"Goten! Hi!" Goten turned around and saw Marron and Uubu walking towards him, looking rather solemn.
"What's wrong?" Goten asked as they ran towards him.
Marron and Uubu looked at each other.
"You tell him." Uubu said. "He's your boyfriend."
Marron gulped.
"Um…Goten, dear? We were just walking with Pan and Bra to the locker room, and we happened to see…*gulp*…Vegeta. He's entering the tournament, you see..."
"What?! I thought Bra said that he would never do something like this!"
"Well, I don't think he was very happy about it…" Uubu said. "He was scowling and almost punched out the registration guy."
"No, he was just being himself. If he was blond, then you'd have to worry."
"Anyway," Marron said. "Bra figured that she had better go undercover and enter the tournament. She thinks that she can beat her father if neither of them are allowed to go super saiyan."
"Well, let's hope." Goten said. "Come on, we had better get good seats. This is going to be well worth all of the trouble."
***
"Excuse me!" Bra said as she bumped into one of the larger fighters. He was already sweating, and Bra's saiyan sense of smell was going haywire. It was almost if the majority of fighters were trying to employ the technique of a fighter named Bacterian from one of the earlier tournaments. (FYI- for those who aren't familiar with Dragon Ball… Bacterian was a fighter in the first Tenkaichi Budokai that Goku competed in. His winning tactic was the fact that he had never bathed a day in his life. Kullilin had to fight him, and almost lost until he remembered that he didn't have a nose to smell Bacterian's horrific stench.)
"Why am I even here?" Bra asked herself quietly. Pan had better appreciate this…
She passed a large mirror and looked at herself. She had used some temporary dye to make her hair red, contacts to make her eyes green, and she was wearing an orange gi that was almost in the Son style. Repulsed by her appearance, she began to focus on the preliminary matches, which were starting. After the officials at the Tenkaichi Budokai had run out of bright ideas (For example- the punching machine), they had decided to go back to basics, and have the competitors chosen by the amount of skills that they had as a fighter.
What a concept.
"Fighter number 75- Bro Brafs! You're up!"
Bra put a hand to her head, wishing that she had had more time to come up with a name.
She got up onto the small ring, and inspected her opponent, another stereotypical fighter. He was at least 7 feet tall, covered in bulky muscles (which probably meant that he was as slow as dirt) and wearing a pair of pants with a black belt wrapped around his waist.
'You can shoot a man and take his belt…does that mean that you are stronger than he, simply because you now possess the belt?' Bra remembered her father's words quite clearly, and dropped down into a horse stance with a smirk on her face. Usually, the ones with belts were the ones thinking that they had something to prove.
The official made the signal for the two of them to begin fighting, and Bra ended her match in a single swift kick to the gut. She doubted that anyone there had even been aware that she moved.
"Hey! That guy just fainted!"
"What a wimp!"
Bra smirked again and stepped down from the ring.
"That was a nice shot." Bra heard spoken behind her and turned to see a woman with short spiky hair, that had blue and red streaks throughout. She had on red boots, black leggings, and a black t-shirt covered by a red tank top."
"Thanks." Bra…er…Bro said.
The woman smiled and walked away. Bro was left nothing short of puzzled. The woman had an incredible amount of fighting energy. Bro hoped that she wouldn't have to fight the woman and that she was wrong in her prediction of the woman's fighting ability.
She hoped to Kami.
***
"Trunks Briefs is the winner!"
Trunks stepped down from the ring and sighed. That made three matches down at his ring, and he would only have to fight one more before he officially qualified for the Tenkaichi Budokai.
Suddenly, Trunks turned around, quickly. Why hadn't he noticed it before? Why was his father at the Tournament? Sure he could feel the Kis of Bra, Marron, Ubuu, Pan, Goten and his mother, who were all in the audience, but his father never came to these things!
"You're getting slow." Trunks heard behind him and turned back around to see his father, wearing his saiyan armor and his customary scowl. His tail whipped back and forth behind him- a sign that no one at the tournament threatened him a bit. The only time that Vegeta wrapped the furry appendage around his waist was when he felt threatened by someone, something or a certain situation, and he was apparently not. He actually looked rather bored.
Trunks didn't say anything to his father at first, but stared absentmindedly at the saiyan.
"What are you doing here?" Trunks finally said. "I thought you wouldn't be caught dead at one of these."
"It is none of your business where I go and what I do, brat." Vegeta said, and walked away.
Trunks was beyond confused. His father had been acting rather strange the last few days, be he would have never thought that it was because of the tournament! Trunks actually suspected the full moon, which was said to bring out saiyan instincts. Even Trunks was starting to feel the effects of the moon that would come out that night, and he hated to admit it, but his thoughts continuously shifted back to Pan. How he wished that she was in the tournament and that he would get a chance to fight her again!
Their last fight had seemed so sensual, more like making love than fighting. Pan had been so into it, mirroring Trunks's every move sweat dripping from every inch of her body as she moved to counter his attacks with near perfection. He remembered her self-consciously licking a drop of blood from the side of her mouth, and without missing a beat, jumping back into the melee.
He wondered if Pan was having similar thoughts about him…After all, she was part saiyan too. The full moon should be having effects on her too, but then again, she was only 1/4 saiyan and there was a chance that she was merely in the audience to watch some good fighting.
"There's still a chance…" Trunks said softly to himself. "And today would be the best day to act upon something like this…"
Today is the day. Trunks thought to himself. After my father beats me senseless in the final match of the tournament, I'll grab a senzu and let Pan beat me. Then we'll truly be mates.
"Number 32- Trunks Briefs!"
Trunks smiled and walked to the ring where he would fight the final preliminary match before the tournament. His opponent, a lean fighter with darkly tanned skin and long blond hair.
"Ha! Look who it is, the Capsule Corps bitch!"
Trunks laughed softly, thinking of later. The more quickly he finished his matches, the closer he was to Pan.
***
"Son Pan is going to the Tenkaichi Budokai!" the official said as Pan finished her last match. She grinned from ear to ear as she stepped from the ring. One of the Capsule Corps employees tried to pass her a towel, but she refused, since she hadn't even worked up a sweat.
Pan could feel Trunks's ki in the arena…it was so close…
Pan was completely ready for the match that was to come. Her smile widened as she thought of how surprised he would be when…well…when it was time for them to fight. As long as Bra could keep Vegeta out of the way (and Pan hoped to Kami that Bra was as strong as she thought she was), then she and Trunks would be able to fight in the last round of the tournament, or maybe even sooner than that, depending on how the match-ups worked out.
"Pan! Hey, Pan!"
Pan turned around and saw a girl with red hair and green eyes.
"Excuse me, do I know you?"
"It's me…Bra." The girl whispered, and Pan went into hysterics.
"Bra! *ha ha* I cant believe this! *ha ha*"
"Shut up. I'm only doing this for you and my lame-brained brother."
"So, did you make it to the tournament?"
"Of course." Bra said. "My opponents were all pushovers. And I'm pretty sure that both Trunks and my Tousan made it too."
"Well that's good."
"That's the good news. There's bad news too." Bra said, and Pan gulped.
"What's the bad news?" She asked reluctantly, hoping to Kame that Trunks wasn't hurt or something even more terrible.
"Word has it that there are two incredible female fighters who might win. Everybody seems to be putting their money on some chick named Vibra."
Vibra…why did that name sound familiar?
"What about the other one?" Pan asked.
"I didn't catch the name of the other one, but I did happen to see one of her fights. She's brutal. She doesn't even take off this black cloak that she wears over her gi. And when she wins, she doesn't' stop beating on her opponent until they're either unconscious or on the verge of death. Her fighting energy is enormous."
"Kuso…" Pan said. "This is going to ruin everything."
"Unless she ends up fighting someone else." Bra's eyes suddenly became as large as dinner plates. "Ahh! Pan quick, hide!"
"Huh?" Pan looked around, dumbfounded.
"My brother is coming!"
Pan looked behind her and saw Trunks walking in their direction, a look of determination plastered on his face.
"Ahh! What do I do! I can't let him know that I'm fighting yet!"
"Didn't you think he was going to find out when you fought your matches?"
"Bra! Hide me! I can't let him see me yet!"
"Too late."
"Pan? Pan, is that you?" Trunks asked as he walked up to the two girls.
"Trunks."
"I didn't know you were fighting. And…you're wearing Capsule Corp stuff…"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Um…So I guess I'll see you and your friend later…" He rubbed his head and walked away.
Abrupt ending, huh? Part Three will come soon…hopefully…
I'm sorry it's taken so long for the second part of Flaming Ki. I could make my usual excuses of how I have a lot of schoolwork and I couldn't find the time, but it doesn't matter now, since I've already finished writing it. Anyway, Thanks to a certain reviewer, the story was almost given away, but I think I will be pretty successful in keeping you on your toes…^_^. So enjoy, and please don't forget to R/R!
Also, this part isn't exactly what I wanted it to be, but I felt so bad for not updating for so long…So here's a little something to move the story. Part three will be the last part (hopefully). Aren't you guys glad I'm on spring break?
To Recap What Happened in Part One:
Bulma and Vegeta- separated over a fight one night
Vegeta- ran off to train, meeting Vibra; an overconfident female fighter who's got the hots for him
Vegeta- entering a tournament for "the chance to fight someone on his level"
Pan and Trunks- still in love with each other, but afraid to admit it
Pan- entering the tournament to 'claim' Trunks
Trunks- entering the tournament because he thinks that he is sponsoring Capsule Corps.
Bulma- Out for revenge against Vibra
Goku- Dead (lol)
Now for the Tournament…what will happen? What kind of mischief will ensue?
The Prince of Saiyans flew through the air at a blinding speed, simply feeling the wind fly through his hair and slap him in the face. It really was exhilarating, and one could forget all of their troubles when they were flying through the air at over 500 miles an hour.
He still had no idea why he was entering this blasted tournament in the first place. He already knew that he was stronger than Vibra, and he could beat her anytime that he wished.
Vegeta had kept completely to himself for the remainder of the week. He hadn't had the heart to go home and apologize to Bulma (not to mention because the words seldom came out of his mouth in the first place). However, he did crave a home cooked meal, even if Bulma was a lousy cook.
Vegeta slowly came to a stop above the tournament area, seeing the usual throng of clowns that were deluded enough to think that they had a chance at winning anything in the tournament. Vegeta sighed.
"This damn well better be worth it."
***
Trunks stepped out of his capsule car and clutched his duffel bag, which held his Capsule Corp gi. He pushed the button to put his car back into the Capsule, and heard a scream as Goten dived out for his life.
"Hey! I was still in there!" Goten yelled as the smoke from the capsule was blown away by the wind.
"Sorry, Goat…I guess I'm kind of distracted."
"Distracted? I think you're completely detached from the world!"
"I just don't really want to be here." Trunks said. He slung the duffel bag over his shoulder and walked towards the locker rooms. "I'll see you later, qualifying matches start in a few minutes."
Goten watched as his miserable friend walked away. Boy was he going to be in for a surprise when he ended up facing Pan in the final match of the tournament.
"Goten! Hi!" Goten turned around and saw Marron and Uubu walking towards him, looking rather solemn.
"What's wrong?" Goten asked as they ran towards him.
Marron and Uubu looked at each other.
"You tell him." Uubu said. "He's your boyfriend."
Marron gulped.
"Um…Goten, dear? We were just walking with Pan and Bra to the locker room, and we happened to see…*gulp*…Vegeta. He's entering the tournament, you see..."
"What?! I thought Bra said that he would never do something like this!"
"Well, I don't think he was very happy about it…" Uubu said. "He was scowling and almost punched out the registration guy."
"No, he was just being himself. If he was blond, then you'd have to worry."
"Anyway," Marron said. "Bra figured that she had better go undercover and enter the tournament. She thinks that she can beat her father if neither of them are allowed to go super saiyan."
"Well, let's hope." Goten said. "Come on, we had better get good seats. This is going to be well worth all of the trouble."
***
"Excuse me!" Bra said as she bumped into one of the larger fighters. He was already sweating, and Bra's saiyan sense of smell was going haywire. It was almost if the majority of fighters were trying to employ the technique of a fighter named Bacterian from one of the earlier tournaments. (FYI- for those who aren't familiar with Dragon Ball… Bacterian was a fighter in the first Tenkaichi Budokai that Goku competed in. His winning tactic was the fact that he had never bathed a day in his life. Kullilin had to fight him, and almost lost until he remembered that he didn't have a nose to smell Bacterian's horrific stench.)
"Why am I even here?" Bra asked herself quietly. Pan had better appreciate this…
She passed a large mirror and looked at herself. She had used some temporary dye to make her hair red, contacts to make her eyes green, and she was wearing an orange gi that was almost in the Son style. Repulsed by her appearance, she began to focus on the preliminary matches, which were starting. After the officials at the Tenkaichi Budokai had run out of bright ideas (For example- the punching machine), they had decided to go back to basics, and have the competitors chosen by the amount of skills that they had as a fighter.
What a concept.
"Fighter number 75- Bro Brafs! You're up!"
Bra put a hand to her head, wishing that she had had more time to come up with a name.
She got up onto the small ring, and inspected her opponent, another stereotypical fighter. He was at least 7 feet tall, covered in bulky muscles (which probably meant that he was as slow as dirt) and wearing a pair of pants with a black belt wrapped around his waist.
'You can shoot a man and take his belt…does that mean that you are stronger than he, simply because you now possess the belt?' Bra remembered her father's words quite clearly, and dropped down into a horse stance with a smirk on her face. Usually, the ones with belts were the ones thinking that they had something to prove.
The official made the signal for the two of them to begin fighting, and Bra ended her match in a single swift kick to the gut. She doubted that anyone there had even been aware that she moved.
"Hey! That guy just fainted!"
"What a wimp!"
Bra smirked again and stepped down from the ring.
"That was a nice shot." Bra heard spoken behind her and turned to see a woman with short spiky hair, that had blue and red streaks throughout. She had on red boots, black leggings, and a black t-shirt covered by a red tank top."
"Thanks." Bra…er…Bro said.
The woman smiled and walked away. Bro was left nothing short of puzzled. The woman had an incredible amount of fighting energy. Bro hoped that she wouldn't have to fight the woman and that she was wrong in her prediction of the woman's fighting ability.
She hoped to Kami.
***
"Trunks Briefs is the winner!"
Trunks stepped down from the ring and sighed. That made three matches down at his ring, and he would only have to fight one more before he officially qualified for the Tenkaichi Budokai.
Suddenly, Trunks turned around, quickly. Why hadn't he noticed it before? Why was his father at the Tournament? Sure he could feel the Kis of Bra, Marron, Ubuu, Pan, Goten and his mother, who were all in the audience, but his father never came to these things!
"You're getting slow." Trunks heard behind him and turned back around to see his father, wearing his saiyan armor and his customary scowl. His tail whipped back and forth behind him- a sign that no one at the tournament threatened him a bit. The only time that Vegeta wrapped the furry appendage around his waist was when he felt threatened by someone, something or a certain situation, and he was apparently not. He actually looked rather bored.
Trunks didn't say anything to his father at first, but stared absentmindedly at the saiyan.
"What are you doing here?" Trunks finally said. "I thought you wouldn't be caught dead at one of these."
"It is none of your business where I go and what I do, brat." Vegeta said, and walked away.
Trunks was beyond confused. His father had been acting rather strange the last few days, be he would have never thought that it was because of the tournament! Trunks actually suspected the full moon, which was said to bring out saiyan instincts. Even Trunks was starting to feel the effects of the moon that would come out that night, and he hated to admit it, but his thoughts continuously shifted back to Pan. How he wished that she was in the tournament and that he would get a chance to fight her again!
Their last fight had seemed so sensual, more like making love than fighting. Pan had been so into it, mirroring Trunks's every move sweat dripping from every inch of her body as she moved to counter his attacks with near perfection. He remembered her self-consciously licking a drop of blood from the side of her mouth, and without missing a beat, jumping back into the melee.
He wondered if Pan was having similar thoughts about him…After all, she was part saiyan too. The full moon should be having effects on her too, but then again, she was only 1/4 saiyan and there was a chance that she was merely in the audience to watch some good fighting.
"There's still a chance…" Trunks said softly to himself. "And today would be the best day to act upon something like this…"
Today is the day. Trunks thought to himself. After my father beats me senseless in the final match of the tournament, I'll grab a senzu and let Pan beat me. Then we'll truly be mates.
"Number 32- Trunks Briefs!"
Trunks smiled and walked to the ring where he would fight the final preliminary match before the tournament. His opponent, a lean fighter with darkly tanned skin and long blond hair.
"Ha! Look who it is, the Capsule Corps bitch!"
Trunks laughed softly, thinking of later. The more quickly he finished his matches, the closer he was to Pan.
***
"Son Pan is going to the Tenkaichi Budokai!" the official said as Pan finished her last match. She grinned from ear to ear as she stepped from the ring. One of the Capsule Corps employees tried to pass her a towel, but she refused, since she hadn't even worked up a sweat.
Pan could feel Trunks's ki in the arena…it was so close…
Pan was completely ready for the match that was to come. Her smile widened as she thought of how surprised he would be when…well…when it was time for them to fight. As long as Bra could keep Vegeta out of the way (and Pan hoped to Kami that Bra was as strong as she thought she was), then she and Trunks would be able to fight in the last round of the tournament, or maybe even sooner than that, depending on how the match-ups worked out.
"Pan! Hey, Pan!"
Pan turned around and saw a girl with red hair and green eyes.
"Excuse me, do I know you?"
"It's me…Bra." The girl whispered, and Pan went into hysterics.
"Bra! *ha ha* I cant believe this! *ha ha*"
"Shut up. I'm only doing this for you and my lame-brained brother."
"So, did you make it to the tournament?"
"Of course." Bra said. "My opponents were all pushovers. And I'm pretty sure that both Trunks and my Tousan made it too."
"Well that's good."
"That's the good news. There's bad news too." Bra said, and Pan gulped.
"What's the bad news?" She asked reluctantly, hoping to Kame that Trunks wasn't hurt or something even more terrible.
"Word has it that there are two incredible female fighters who might win. Everybody seems to be putting their money on some chick named Vibra."
Vibra…why did that name sound familiar?
"What about the other one?" Pan asked.
"I didn't catch the name of the other one, but I did happen to see one of her fights. She's brutal. She doesn't even take off this black cloak that she wears over her gi. And when she wins, she doesn't' stop beating on her opponent until they're either unconscious or on the verge of death. Her fighting energy is enormous."
"Kuso…" Pan said. "This is going to ruin everything."
"Unless she ends up fighting someone else." Bra's eyes suddenly became as large as dinner plates. "Ahh! Pan quick, hide!"
"Huh?" Pan looked around, dumbfounded.
"My brother is coming!"
Pan looked behind her and saw Trunks walking in their direction, a look of determination plastered on his face.
"Ahh! What do I do! I can't let him know that I'm fighting yet!"
"Didn't you think he was going to find out when you fought your matches?"
"Bra! Hide me! I can't let him see me yet!"
"Too late."
"Pan? Pan, is that you?" Trunks asked as he walked up to the two girls.
"Trunks."
"I didn't know you were fighting. And…you're wearing Capsule Corp stuff…"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Um…So I guess I'll see you and your friend later…" He rubbed his head and walked away.
Abrupt ending, huh? Part Three will come soon…hopefully…