Discalimer: i don't own DBZ, i do own my own characters though.
woohhoo 2nd chapter up already phew, this chap took sooo long to do! but finally it's up and don't you worry there is no organ stealing in this one lol unfortunately =P
Bold: past
normal: present
Chapter 2: So your name is?
2 days later
The last few days had gone like that for Hercule, or at least he wish they had, the last 2 days had felt like years for him, primarily because of what had happened after the cage fight, his "companion" had beat him to a bloody pulp, breaking his bones every hour of every day for the last 2 days…ouch.
The only thing that Hercule could do now was speak; the bum was planning on stopping this very soon. Hercule saw the bum walking around outside from his bedroom window, flinching at his very sight but, plucked up the courage to shout for him to join him as he has something on his mind that he hoped the bum would acknowledge and not beat him up again for it.
"I-I have ent-entered y- you I-in a-another t-t-tournament". The bum glared at him preparing to strike again to finally end his life, he had been waiting for a reason to do this in the last two days. "Wait!!!!!!!!!! It's a real tournament! Official! Please don't hurt me!" The world champion cowered under the bums glare trying to find a way to get him to co-operate "it will be televised and they'll be rules this time! Death is illegal in this tournament honest!"
The bum lowered his arm and took time to think about the prospect of entering another tournament, no one had to die and they'll even be rules this time so it'll be fair, making his decision, the bum smirked, leaving Hercule alone in his room. "I-I'll take that as a yes ok!? An-and don't forget the tournament is tonight be prepared!!" the bum gives him a "whatever" wave and continues walking "I mean it don't slouch off!!!!" the bum turns around and gives him a menacing glare "or you know whatever floats your boat hehehe".
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Later that afternoon, Hercule and his "fighter" set off for the annual tournament held in west city. After hailing a cab, Hercule explained to the bum about the tournament that he was going to fight in. "they'll be 8 people consisting of 3 rounds per person, the winner would be given an invitation to the final at the World Martial Arts Tournament, they'll be 32 people entering this and hopefully you'll be one of them". The bum glanced at him wondering why he said hopefully, was he planning on setting up a big wager like last time? He didn't know but at least there wouldn't be any bazookas flying around this time. He hoped.
After about 30mins they arrived at the Annual Tournament, it was much nicer and classier then the other tournament, also, it wasn't underground nor did it attract the wrong crowd as they were many families out and about enjoying the warm summer evening. After panning through the crowds both the bum and Hercule made it to the entry desk. From behind the desk sat an obese, clearly out of shape guy, around 40, balding with an "enthusiastic smile" on his face which says: I'm gonna be here for the rest of my life and nobody gives a fuck. Hercule looked at the man like he's gone mad but asked nether-the-less; "I'm here to enter a new contestant, he's really strong and I have no doubt that he'll be champion of this here tournament!" Hercule had no doubt that this kid wouldn't be entered; after all, Hercule was "champion", the ultimate fighter, he was pretty sure they would let his "fighter" in.
"Well we'll be the judge of that, so before your contestant is entered he will have to pass the strength challenge" the judge stated, the creepy smile never leaving his face.
"What! The strength challenge!!!?? But I'm the great Hercule! Ultimate champion! Surely anyone I enter is powerful!?"
"Its policy I can't give freebies to anyone sorry" the creepy smile still evident in the judge's face, though Hercule could swear that there was more malice in his voice this time.
"So…… what would my fighter have to do to pass this strength challenge?"
"He will have to try his might against the machine, your fighter will have to punch this machine and the machine will tell you how powerful he is, if his strength is good enough or better, he will pass". The judge was enjoying pissing Hercule off but was stunned when Hercule smirked.
"I guess that's reasonable it'll be good for my guy to get a little exercise before the fight anyway" Hercule glanced towards the bum and back at the judge instructing him to guide them to the punching machine, with a creepy grin, he showed them to the punching machine which was right behind the judge in plain sight, embarrassed as to not have saw it before with a big flashing arrow saying "punching machine right here" on it, the bum gave Hercule a look of shame and went towards the machine to test his strength. Using all his strength, the bum hit the machine with a powerful blow, the numbers above the machine increased madly; slowing down as it reached the appropriate level for his strength "Level 1,328.594"
"Wow that's amazing you're definitely in" the judge replied sincerity in his voice, which quickly turned into a demeaning tone "shame your only the 3rd best we've had today though still good, you should of saw the other guys scores they were in the millions! After last time we had to reinforce and strengthen up the machine to handle these sorts of super warriors"
"What!!!!" Hercule had a quick image of Goku and Vegeta participating in this tournament and angrily banged his hand on the desk demanding the name of the other two warriors that had such strength "what are there names!"
"They didn't leave a name so there anonymous"
"What do you mean anonymous?"
"It means that they didn't give a name dumbass"
"I know what it means wha-what well what did they look like!!!" seeing an image of Goku or Vegeta battering his "investment" into oblivion.
"well one was small, balding and had 6 weird dots on his head, Hercule sighed in relief knowing it was only Krillin, a least a human, a easy fight. "the other was…..well green, dark green, had antenna and was wearing a white cloak, Hercules jaw dropped knowing it was none other than piccolo, not a saiyan but still a hard fighter to beat, it seems this tournament wasn't going to be a walk in the park after all. "So what is your fighters name don't tell me he's gonna be anonymous as well?"
"No!!!" Hercule glanced over at the bum and shouted "name!!!!" the bum glanced down at him for a few moments confused as to what to say, slightly going red, Hercule tried to get his name out of him before, which led only to him walking away or resulting in pain.
The bum walked up to the desk and muttered under his breath "err-erm well I erm don't have erm a name" the judge looked at him questioningly before replying
"Everyone has a name so you must have one", the bum slammed his hand forcefully against the desk
"Well I don't okay!!!!!!!!!!!!!" completely angry and touchy about the subject, the bum angrily threw a punch at the judge, the judge flinched, when he heard a beeping sound, turning around he saw the bum's fist had hit the punching machine, and the machine was reading a higher number then before: 1,000,000 exactly. Wasting no time, the bum walked off clearly pissed off towards the fighting arena. The bum was pissed off to not know or more like not remember his name, he felt that he had one, he knew he did, he just couldn't remember what it was, it tore him up inside knowing that everyone else had what he didn't; an identity.
"Wa-wait!! I don't care about your name but I need to know your age!" the bum glared at him menacingly, even more pissed of not knowing his age neither and continued walking away. "I-I-I'll just keep you as anonymous okay?"
oooh you thought you were gonna find out his name already? well you were wrong =P but don't worry you will find his name in the upcoming chapters...maybe =D please remember to rate and review and please don't flame too much, global warming is caused primarily by flamers, you flame me you kill a polar bear! lol =P
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