Gokan elected not to watch the Namekian's fight; the young warrior hadn't honed his skills at reading another being's energy quite yet, but he could feel power radiating from the Namekian warrior. From his limited understanding of Namekian culture and its people, he understood they were an incredibly powerful race that had become forever entwined with the legends of the Son family. The young warrior resumed his previous place on the bench, legs crossed and his eyes closed as he began the meditation technique Master Krillin had taught him; focus his energy, trying to draw from the innate energy reserves still yet to come to the surface, the power that only came in short bursts for him.

Soon enough, the announcer announced that a fighter named Tsumuri had won, in what Gokan realized was a fairly short fight. Sure enough, the Namekian warrior walked back into the training room calmly, his face emotionless. Gokan's eyes traveled to Beat, to find he was in the exact same position he had been in before. Completely undisturbed, eyes closed, back against the wall, arms crossed. Odd.

"Hello, Son Gokan."

The boy, deep in his thoughts, was startled; he turned to find Tsumuri, extending a hand; the Namekian was taller than him by a few inches. Gokan shook his hand.

"It's blatantly obvious it'll be us. I would like to tell you it is an honor to do battle with a member of the Son family."

"I look forward to it," Gokan said in a more serious tone of voice. Tsumuri smirked, and walked away to his own solitary corner.

A few minutes later, Gokan heard Beat's name called. He had a vested interest in how the fight would go down, so Gokan stood and walked to the entrance to the stage, poking his head around and looking at the ring.

Beat was in his same position as he had been in the training room; standing on his side of the ring, with his arms crossed and his eyes closed. His opponent was screaming at him to move; the man charged a small golden glowing ball of ki energy in his hand (Gokan remembered learning the technique in his younger years) and tossed it at Beat, who backhanded the globe of energy without looking. The ki blast flew up in the sky, fading into the atmosphere.

Beat's eyes opened, and with a speed Gokan wasn't expecting, crossed the ring, bowing his head down. His head crashed into his opponent's abdomen; the man let out a silent scream and flew backwards, landing on the grass, unconscious. Beat walked out of the ring, confidence oozing from every pore. He didn't even look at Gokan as he walked to the training room; he just continued on his way. Gokan wasn't one to judge, but Beat seemed like a bit of a jerk!

There were a few more matches until Gokan's next, so he struck up conversations with some of the fighters; Tsumuri's next opponent seemed intensely worried, Gokan noted. The boy hadn't watched Tsumuri's first match, but from the general consensus, it seemed just as decisive a victory as Gokan's and Beat's.

Soon enough, it was time for Gokan's second match; he stood across from the fighter named Suga. The fighter was tall and lean, with taped fists and red pants; he looked just as focused as Gokan.

There was a tense moment where neither fighter moved- and Gokan's vision went blurry as he was hit in the head from behind.

"What happened?!" Pan screamed, her hands grasping the railing, knuckles white.

"He utilized an after image!" Tien informed her, eyes staring intensely at the ring.

"That's incredible speed! Gokan's superior senses didn't even pick anything up!" Krillin said, equally as shocked as Pan.

With Gokan staggered, Suga launched a combination of high speed attacks that further staggered the Turtle School Student. Gokan was clearly surprised at not only the speed, but the surprising strength of the human, but Gokan did not lose his footing completely, managing to still stand despite the attack.

"Why won't you go down!?" Suga yelled, throwing an erratic punch in frustration.

Gokan ducked the punch, and as Suga stumbled forward, Gokan lifted his body up with force, send Suga up into the air- and Gokan caught the fighter with a side kick! Suga sailed across the ring and landed hard in the grass, skidding along the ground.

"Gokan wins!" The announcer yelled into the microphone, audible above the cacophonous cheering of the crowd. Gokan wiped blood away from the corner of his mouth, and walked to the back.

Gokan sat on the bench and crossed his legs, growing lost in his thoughts. The fight had surprised Gokan to say the least, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't slightly shook. He hasn't been paying attention, and it had nearly cost him the tournament. As Master Krillin had taught him to do, he needed to regain his focus, make the goal as clear as he possibly can in his head. Visualization, Master Krillin had called it. Gokan, standing in the center of the ring, clearly beaten up, but still standing victorious! He slowly lost awareness of his surroundings; he was absorbed into himself, his mind calming.

"Up next: Son Gokan and Tsumuri!" The Announcers' voice cut through his calm. He opened his eyes, surprised to see the training room had cleared out; a few meters away, a scrawny guy was cowered against the wall, avoiding eye contact with someone behind Gokan.

Gokan stood up, stretching, and turned to find Beat, still in his same position, staring at the scrawny warrior. His eyes slowly shifted to Gokan; the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk. This guy was arrogant, that was for sure; other than that, Gokan couldn't quite get a read on the fighter.

Gokan walked out into the arena once again, walking across the ring. He made eye contact with Krillin, who nodded solemnly. They both knew this fight would not be easy. Gokan assumed his fight position, surprised to see Tsumuri just standing there, looking quite nonchalant.

"Son Gokan, Tsumuri- when you are ready, FIGHT!"

"Are you wearing weighted clothing?" Tsumuri asked him. Gokan smirked.

"I am."

"Care to take it off for this fight? I'll allow you the advantage." Tsumuri said with smirk. Gokan removed his wrist bands, his shoes, and his white undershirt; he felt much more lighter without the weighted clothing.

"Are you ready?" He asked, a small crossing his face. Tsumuri nodded.

Gokan knew what Tsumuri was going to do within a millisecond, and copied the action; they took off at each other. Gokan corrected in air, realizing he wouldn't be able to block the punch. He tried to move his head to the side, but was too slow. His fist smashed into Tsumuri's face, and Tsumuri's fist smashed into Gokan's face.

They stood there for a moment, both very much fazed; then they both hopped backward. Gokan charged a little blast, not a whole lot of power behind it, and sent it at Tsumuri; the Namekian slapped it into the sky with ease, and Gokam took that one second of distraction to attack. He kept forward, bringing his right knee up, straight into Tsumuri's abdomen. The crowd let out a loud "oooooh!"

Gokan removed his knee, putting his fists together and bringing them down with the intent to spike Tsumuri to the ground; however, Gokan's fists hit nothing, and once he realized the Namekian behind him, it was too late. A solid kick smashed him in the upper back, taking him off guard, and he was sent flying forwards. Clearly Tsumuri had intended for him to fly out of bounds, but Gokan managed to stop himself-

He sensed the presence next to him, being his arm up and blocking Tsumuri's fist; they were face to face. Tsumuri smirked.

Gokan felt a haze of heat near his abdomen, and looked down to see Tsumuri's palm at his stomach; with no time to move, Gokan was blasted back by a golden blast of ki.

Gokan flew backwards and high up into the air, dazed and confused. Tsumuri launched forward, bringing his leg down into Gokan's rib cage; Gokan folded in half and flew down. He could feel white hot pulses of pain in his abdomen. He vaguely realized his was headed for the ground, and concentrated his energy; he stopped himself, and looked from side to side, coming to the conclusion he was a few inches from the ground. Tsumuri was above him, and Gokan regained himself, cupping his hands.

"Kame... Hame..."

Tsumuri disappeared.

Gokan floated upwards, flipping into the ring, his feet finally finding solid ground. He looked around the stadium and the sky. He couldn't find Tsumuri!

Gokan closed his eyes, concentrating; he could sense Tsumuri's power, but it seemed like it was all around him! The Namekian warrior had seemed to master some sort of energy clouding technique, and was using it too his advantage. Gokan's eyes screwed shut as he focused all of his energy, trying to pinpoint the physical location of the fighter.

Gokan's eyes snapped open, and he bent backwards as a fist passed right in front of his face. He wasted no time- a surprised Tsumuri couldn't react in time as Gokan pushed his arm away and let loose with a flurry of punches to his abdomen. Gokan reeled his hand back, a golden ball of ki materializing, and he brought it too Tsumuri; it blasted the Namekian back. Gathering all of his energy for speed, Gokan appeared behind Tsumuri, spinning and bringing his leg around. It crashed into the Namekian's side, sending him flying into the opposite direction. Gokan appeared behind him again, but Tsumuri anticipated it, materializing behind Gokan, punching him in the back and sending him forwards; Gokan flew a few meters, and Tsumuri appeared above him, dropping down on him with a hard kick and flipping off. Gokan landed in the ring hard, cracking the stone surface deeply. Tsumuri landed on his feet near him.

Gokan slowly stood to his feet.

The top of his gi was shredded, exposing the left side of his upper body; he ripped it off, tossing the fabric away. He took a deep breath.

He cupped his hands, bringing them to his sides. Tsumuri quickly went into action, bringing his arm back to charge his own attack.

"Kame..." A glowing blue orb materialized between Gokan's, growing larger by the second.

"Hame..."

"Gastropo Blaster!" Tsumuri roared, pushing his hand forward; Gokan's eyes widened in shock at the speed in which Tsumuri charged an attack of such power. A beam of green energy launched forward; Gokan only has time to cross his arms in front of him defensively; the beam crashed into him, and he planted his feet; even still, he feet dug into the stone tiles, digging deep cuts into the surface. He felt his left forearm bend in the pressure; he let out out a scream of agony as it gave in, snapping in half.

Tsumuri tired his energy supply and the blast stopped.

Gokan stood, his feet on the edge of the ring; deep grooves in the surface showed where he had started from. His left arm hung down, useless and slightly bent to an odd angle. A cut was leaking blood, which dropped down his arm, off of his fingertips, and dripping on the ring surface.

Tsumuri was breathing heavily. It was clear he had expended a lot of energy into the attack. Gokan focused his energy into his right palm.

"Kame..."

One more try.

"Hame..."

Tsumuri growled, bringing his hand back again, putting everything he had into the green orb of energy. Gokan focused everything into it, as the blue glow brightened tremendously.

"HA!" He screamed, bringing his palm forward; blue energy blasted forward, meeting Tsumuri's attack midway; they clashed with a sonic boom that sent a powerful wind in all direction. Gokan could feel the push of the attack of against his own; he could also feel his heels right on the edge of the ring, threatening to tip him over at any point.

He brought his right foot forward, planting it firmly forward; he felt the pressure of his attack against Tsumuri's own build up. It was going to give. The question was which one would give.

Gokan knew that the building pressure would only cause an explosion that would level the arena. He had to push Tsumuri backwards.

Gokan's eyes closed; his could feel the energy coursing from within him, flowing forwards; he could feel the waterfall-like rush of it. He had to do better. He had to push himself. He had to release his energy.

Gokan's eyes snapped open, and a scream was ripped from within him; he beam brightened tremendously, and he felt the pressure lessen a hundredfold, until his vision was overtaken by white as the beams reached their peaks.

Gokan stood in the ruined ring; a deep ravine had cut through the ring, straight through the ground; it continued past the boundaries of the ring, and it came to a massive mound of broken stone and dirt; Tsumuri lay on it, unconscious. Gokan smiled in victory, as the crowd could only stare in disbelief.

"Uhh... oh wow... uh... Son Gokan wins!"

The crowd came to life, cheering at the spectacle. Every inch of Gokan ached, and he didn't want to move. He felt a warm hand press upon his back, and he felt energy course through his body; his cuts closed and healed, and he felt the bones in his arm knit back together, and his energy began restoring.

He turned to the Namekian healer, bowing slightly in appreciation.

"Thank you very much."

The healer nodded, and waved his hand; Gokan looked down to find his gi restored. He began his walk back to the training room.

"Please wait while out attendants restore the ring and surrounding area. Thank you for your patience!" The announcer said over the loud speaker.

As soon as he entered the training room, his eyes locked with Beat. Gokan took a seat, breaking eye contact.

Beat and his opponent were called to the ring.