Sixteen fighters stood before a large white tile structure, thousands of people in the stands around them, cheering them on. A shorter human wearing a black blazer and sunglasses stood in the ring, "Ok, ladies and gentlemen, we are making our last preparations before we can start the tournament. We ask that you remain patient while we do this. The tournament will begin momentarily."

Among the group of fighters stood two children. This gained the attention of the audience and the other fighters. A young long-haired warrior with a bandana approached the older of the two kids. "How did a shrimp like you pass the preliminaries, Hmm?" he asked, getting in the mohawked warrior's face.

The young martial artist stood his ground, "I won because I was stronger than my opponents!" He declared, half to himself, I still can't believe I did so well, he added to himself, Only my last opponent was a challenge, but I have a feeling it's only gonna get harder from here. The tan human glanced around at his powerful and confident looking opponents somewhat nervously.

"Well, you sure talk big," retorted the brown haired finalist with a grin, "but we'll just see if you can back it up." The pair heard a high-pitched humming coming from behind them, turning to see the only one there younger than Uub, the man added, "Well, compared to her, you're a giant." Nok walked off, shaking his head.

"Good luck!" Nok looked up to see Krillin holding out his hand.

"Yeah right!" The confident human slapped the extended hand of the shorter man, "Like I need it against you, old man!" The old monk just shrugged and walked off.

Little Pan practiced her backflips as she hummed a happy tune. The little 4-year-old picked up speed as she went, getting to impressive, though not superhuman, speeds. Not watching where she was going, she hit a wall of flesh. "Ow!" the young girl cried as she landed on the ground ungracefully. The girl looked up to see a large man with a black ponytail.

"Watch where you're going, kid!" He snapped as he turned to the youngster, "It's bad enough that I have to fight a little kid like you, but don't get on my nerves!" The hulking finalist then marched off to put some distance between him and his welled up in the little girl's eyes as she scurried off to be comforted by her father.

"OK!" cried the announcer "Can I get the competitors Pan and Wild Tiger to come into the ring!" The first to enter the ring was the hulking man, "Wild Tiger was the semi-finalist of last tournament, losing to Buu before the match with Mr. Satan himself, and today he continues his try for the championship!" Following the lightly tanned man, Pan contrasted her opponent's size starkly. "This is little Pan's first tournament, if that wasn't already obvious," began the announcer, causing a few chuckles, "She is four years old, and did surprisingly well during the preliminaries. She may be small, but as the champion's granddaughter she maybe give us a surprise."

"Huh, that's the champ's granddaughter?" the huge Wild Tiger pondered aloud, "It's still ridiculous that I have to fight such a small child."

The announcer threw his hand up into the air, "Let the match begin!" he called out.

"Fine," grumbled the humongous fighter, "if I have to fight her, so be it." He charged at the young girl. I'll end it quickly, he thought as he approached his target. Pan stood motionless as her opponent approached. She's so scared she can't even move, Wild Tiger thought as he neared, This may be faster than I thought. When the hulk was in striking range, he let fly a lightning fast kick.

Suddenly, Pan disappeared. After finishing his kick, the adult martial artist looked around trying to discover what happened to his opponent. He felt a tap on his leg, "Excuse me, mister, why were you walking so slowly?" asked the innocent little voice.

"What? I was attacking!" retorted Wild Tiger, nearly dumbfounded. What had happened? How had he missed?

"Woah!" cried the announcer, "Pan seems to have been able to dodge Wild Tiger's attack somehow!"

"Oh, you were attacking? I couldn't tell. Okay, my turn," Pan moved into a fighting stance.

"Yeah Right!" yelled out the giant warrior, lifting his foot to stomp on the little girl, but she disappeared again. Only the other superhuman fighters saw the young fighter jump into the air and lightly punch her opponent's face, sending him flying. WIld Tiger picked himself up across the ring from his small opponent. "Ow… what hit me?" he grumbled to himself as he rubbed his left cheek. The audience was dumbfounded, even the announcer didn't have anything to say. The large fighter growled, "Fine! No more mister nice guy!" He charged with all he had in him, pulling back his right fist for a powerful swing. Halfway to his opponent she disappeared once again, and WIld Tiger was met with an agonizing pain in his abdomen as he flew out of the ring, landing in a heap in the grass.

"Astounding!" exclaimed the official, "Pan won by ring out!" The entire audience gasped, well, all but those familiar with the Z-warriors.

"I'm number 1!" the happy little girl repeated as she skipped off the ring up to her father, beaming.

"Yes, you did amazing, Pan!" Gohan smiled wide, "I'm so proud of you!" He picked up his young daughter, embracing her tightly. He gave her a kiss on her forehead and she giggled in his arms.

"Wow, Pan, you did awesome!" The girl's grandfather exclaimed as he messed up her hair with his hand. She met his smile with her own.

"Okay!" the announcer interrupted the congratulating, "On to the next match! Can I get Krillin and Nok to come to the ring!" Krillin was the first one in the ring, "Krillin has entered the tournament several times, twice getting to the semi-finals! He is a very accomplished fighter!" The midget was followed by Nok, "Nok entered the last tournament, only to be defeated in the first round! But I am sure he has been training, so we are in for a show as experience and youth clash!"

"Yeah, right," Krillin mumbled under his breath, "this is gonna be about as entertaining as watching grass grow."

"Well, old man, I'll end this quickly!" called the bandanna-wearing human, "This is going to be easy!"

"Fight!" interrupted the official, and the taller fighter sprang into action. He charged Krillin, letting loose a flurry of jabs and kicks. Krillin easily dodged with his eyes closed.

Suddenly the old monk disappeared entirely. Looking around, Nok noticed his opponent several yards behind him. "How'd you do that?!" the brown haired warrior demanded, dumbfounded.

"Easy, you're just so slow," Krillin stated matter of factly, shrugging. The short warrior still had his eyes closed.

The monk's opponent furrowed his brow, "Don't you mock me!" He cried as he charged. This time his fist connected with his adversary's motionless body. "OW!" Nok almost squeaked as he pulled his throbbing fist from his opponent's cheek, "What happen? How did you do that?"

"You're weak as well," the seasoned fighter retorted, "you need more disciplined training."

Many mouths hung open in the audience as they watch Krillin slowly walk towards his opponent, who backed up in fear. "Woah!" began the announcer. "Krillin hasn't even thrown a punch, but he seems to be beating Nok!"

"No! There's no way you can be this strong!" the young martial artist began punching his enemy wildly, ignoring the pain said punches caused. His attacks steadily increased in speed and power as he fought with everything he had in him.

Krillin suddenly stopped walking and opened his eyes,"that's the spirit!" he exclaimed, "if you approach your training that way, you'll get stronger." Nok continued his fruitless assault as the black-haired human resumed his forward advance. The superhuman soon pushed his opponent to the end of the ring, who proceeded, in his assault, to slip off the edge of the ring and land outside on the grass.

"Krillin is the victor without even throwing a single attack! Astounding!" called the official.

Krillin walked off the ring, and held out his hand to his prone, and in shock, opponent. The taller human took the outstretched hand and got to his feet. "You did well," Krillin began, "but you need to focus your training more. Train like you just fought me, and you will see results. Oh, and a little respectfulness goes a long way."

"I'm... sorry," Nok began, "C-Could you train me? I...promise to be respectful and work hard."

The superhuman midget suddenly beamed, "are you kidding? I don't have that kind of time, I have a family now. My days of training are over. Besides, I am actually one of the weaker fighters here." Nok gasped, looking at the other fighters in the tournament, trying to identify the ones that could be stronger than this incredibly strong man.

Vegeta was examining the boy Goku claimed to be the reincarnated Majin Buu, "Kakarot, are you sure this boy is really that powerful?" the spiky haired saiyan posed his rival, "I mean, he is obviously powerful for a human, but he hardly even holds a candle to Pan."

"Yep!" The taller saiyan replied instantly, "There is no doubt in my mind that he is Buu, well the evil part of Buu we killed."

The saiyan prince turned his attention to the son of his greatest rival, "so, Gohan, how has your training been going."

"Well," The purple gi-wearing saiyan stammered, "I have been doing a little training…"

"Give him a break, Vegeta," Goku interjected, "he trains some, I would say he's even stronger than he was when he fought Majin Buu, and his technique has improved as well."

"Really?" Vegeta asked rhetorically, "well, Kakarot and I might actually have some trouble then."

"Don't forget Buu," the spiky haired saiyan's rival reminded him, "He won't be a cakewalk either."

"Oh, right, that pink bubblegum," Vegeta smirked, "I'm honestly not that worried about him. You are right, though, he's not weak." Majin Buu was looking at some cotton candy in the stands, his mouth watering. "But what he has in strength, he lacks in concentration and discipline," finished Vegeta.

"Can I get Gohan and Captain Chicken to the ring, Please!" the announcer's voice boomed throughout the arena." Captain Chicken ran to the ring, clucking like a chicken all the way, "This is Captain Chicken's first tournament, but he has made a reputation of himself stopping crime in East City!" After the feather clothed fighter took his position in the ring, Gohan dashed at superhuman speeds and seemed, to the audience, to simply appear in the ring. "And Gohan competed in one tournament years ago to.. mixed results," continued the official, "He is the son of previous champion Goku and he used to be the Great Saiyaman! This clash of hero versus former hero promises to be a good one!" The blond man raised his hand, "Fight!"

Captain Chicken charged, but stopped short of Gohan, pulling out a pen and paper, "I can't believe it, bok-bok, it's the actual Great Saiyaman!" He exclaimed, beaming, "You are the one who inspired me to be a superhero, bok!"

"Oh, uh…" Gohan stammered, "Thank you, I guess?" Gohan quickly signed the piece of paper, "But can we get back to the fight," he asked.

"Oh, o-of course!" The feather clad warrior composed himself, "I get to test myself, bok-bok, against my Idol." The muscular human took a fighting stance, "Prepare yourself!" He charged, landing a left fist on Gohan's right arm block. Gohan grabbed his opponent's outstretched arm and threw him across the ring, running to where the thrown fighter would land. Captain Chicken blocked the saiyan's strike as he fell, counterattacking with a foot to Gohan's neck. The tall saiyan absorbed the impact, planting both of his fists in his opponent's upside-down gut. The poultry powerhouse grunted, landing on his shoulder, then flipped into the air and landed on his feet.

"Why is Gohan holding back so much of his power?" A confused Goku posed, scratching the back of his head.

Piccolo scowled, "I'm not quite sure, it might be that Gohan is testing his technique, he may feel bad about being this man's idol and defeating him quickly and easily, or maybe he just wants to give the audience a good fight."

Gohan went on the offensive. His first two punches were blocked by his opponent, then his foot connected with his opponent's side. The avian fighter ignored the throbbing pain each of Gohan's attacks left, socking the latter's face and pushing him to the side a few feet. The Spiky haired saiyan grinned, spinning with the punch, he kicked out low, sweeping his adversary's feet out from underneath him. As the white-clothed warrior fell, the saiyan continued his spin, rounding again on his opponent and kicking him away. Captain Chicken skid across the ring, coming to a halt several yards away. The bird-like martial artist slowly got up.

"You're amazing, , and finally fighting you almost feels surreal!" the human martial artist beamed, "This fight has been a dream come true, bok-bok!"

"Good, you're not bad yourself," Gohan calmly replied, "This has been fun, but it's time to end it. You are a good fighter with potential, but you are far too early in your training to take on me. I have been holding back to test you, but it's time I move on." Suddenly the tall saiyan disappeared, then reappeared inches away from Captain Chicken. The shockwave from his opponent's incredibly quick approach sent the feathery warrior flying out of the ring and onto the grass border.

"Woah," began the announcer as the defeated fighter picked himself up, "I don't know about you folks, but I sure wasn't expecting that! Gohan wins by ring out!"

Gohan walked over to his beaten opponent, and outstretched his hand. The chicken man took it and the two men smiled at each other, each congratulating each other on a battle well fought. The adult saiyan walked back over to his friends.

"Good job, Gohan," Krillin pat the taller warrior on his back, "that was some battle." The midget gave the saiyan a knowing smile, and gohan returned it. They had both been idolized and looked up to by someone in the martial arts community today.

"That was an interesting battle, big bro," Goten put in, grinning, "I hope that wasn't your best, because you were terrible!" he teased. The older brother gave the younger a light punch on the shoulder.

"Moving right along, can I get Tien Shinhan and 18 to come up to the ring for the next match!" Began the referee. Almost simultaneously 18 and Tien flew into the ring, astounding the audience, and faced each other. "Tien was is a former champion from many years back and has repeatedly left his mark on this tournament, especially the ring! Tien was a student of the crane school in his youth, and is a master of many techniques. 18 is a runner-up from several tournaments ago, where she defeated all comers besides the Champ himself! If I may make a prediction, I would say this will be one explosive fight!"

"Oh, this is going to be easy," boasted 18, "I won't even have to try to beat you."

"Really?" retorted her opponent, "I wouldn't count me out just yet, I may have a trick or two up my sleeve."

"Fight!" announced the blond official, and a white aura appeared around Tien as he pulled out his power, then charged his opponent. 18 easily caught the triclops' fist and retaliated with her own fist in his abdomen. Faster than he could react she kicked him towards the stands. The bald martial artist stopped mid air, flying back towards his opponent, firing an energy blast which was easily caught and extinguished by the cyborg.

The smoke created by the blast distracted the blond long enough for Tien to get close and outstretch a forefinger, "Dodon Ray!" The small blast detonated on the cyborg's back, pushing her forward several inches. The blond reacted by elbowing the triclops across the ring, where he landed on his feet.

"Not bad," the powerful female walked slowly forward, "but I could end this fight at any time if I wanted to."

Tien took a defensive stance, "just try, then," he smirked. 18 suddenly disappeared instantly, flying towards her opponent. Anticipating her actions Tien sidestepped, and let her momentum almost took her out of the ring. "If you weren't so predictable, that definitely would have gotten me,"

"Maybe I should stop holding back, then?" 18 replied with a smile.

"That makes two of us," Tien shot back, causing 18 to lose her smile, "Kaioken!" a red aura enveloped the triclops as he charged.

"Kaio-what?" the dumbfounded 18 asked as her opponent moved much faster than she was expecting and kicked her up into the air.


Hello again! I enjoyed this chapter, but I think I will enjoy the next one even more! I have a bit of unfortunate news, though. I am going camping for a week, so I will not be posting next Friday, 6/21, but will post chapter 4 the following Friday, 6/28. Sorry for the delay. Feel free to leave a review and have a great day!

R: So far so good! Keep up the good work!

A: Thank you, I will!

R: I'm liking this so far, but i suppose that's because it's still mostly the same. I'm interested to see what you do when things really start changing.

A: things are a little different here, and will be different going forward. If you mean future arcs, then I hope I can make them believable and enjoyable!