IMPORTANT NOTE: For this chapter, you'll need either the audio or MV of Gangnam Style to create more of an effect. Your cue to turn it on will be self-explanatory. Enjoy!

After making sure that he was the only one left in the changing room, Marth pulled out his tiara from a small bag to make sure that it was undamaged. After all, it was a prized possession from his dear sister. Once confirming that there were no scratches or chips, he returned the headwear and began to undress.

Grumbling swear words, Samus walked into the changing room with her towel in hand, which effectively concealed her embarrassing bathing suit. She looked up in time to see Marth who was about to pull off his shirt and froze in place.

Wait. Were those rumors of Marth really true? But why would he come here if he/she wanted to hide his/her identity?

The king removed his shirt to reveal lean but well-defined abdominal muscles and a pair of decent pecs. The bounty hunter stood there as if in a trance for a few seconds before realizing, Shit… I'm in the men' room.

Marth was now pulling down his boxers, making Samus stumble back a little.

"Umm, hey Samus," the swordsman greeted awkwardly as he pulled up his swimming trunks.

The armored woman slowly backed out of the changing room until she was out of sight.

Marth furrowed his brows and scratched the back of his head perplexedly.

Reluctantly, Samus slipped into the bikini and looked at her reflection in embarrassment. She tried to adjust the outfit to cover up as much as it could and once knowing it was futile, made a quick phone call to Zelda.

"Hello?" the Hylian princess said.

"Zelda, I need to ask you a favor," Samus requested in a collected tone.

"S-sure, what is it?" Zelda asked, surprised that the independent bounty hunter would ask for help.

"Can you herd all the Smashers away from the right side of the beach? As long as I'm outside, I'm keeping my end of the bargain with Peach. If I'm with people who've never seen me before, no one else would know that I wore something as skimpy as this. Do you think you can do it?"

"I-I'll try-"

"Thanks. I'll be counting on you," Samus thanked and hung up.

What have I gotten myself into? Zelda mentally groaned. "H-hey guys! Can you come over here for a second?"

Samus Aran self-consciously shuffled out of the bathroom and looked around before sneakily running to the right side of the seashore that Zelda cleared out. Only regular tourists remained, so it was safe for her. Once she thought that she was home free, the bounty hunter slipped on a banana peel that was probably left by Diddy or DK and flipped up into the air.

Shit! I could do a back handspring and land safely, but it'll get unwanted attention from the other people here. Expecting a hard landing, she was surprised to feel a pair of arms catch her.

"Are you all right?" a smooth voice asked.

The bounty hunter was face-to-face with Marth of Altea. The person she'd just seen naked was now holding her; this was too much, even for her.

"I'm… um, fine," Samus answered in the most composed voice she could manage at the moment.

"That's good to hear. We wouldn't want someone as gorgeous as you to get hurt," he said with a smile.

This is way too close for comfort, the blonde thought. But it's a good thing he doesn't recognize me.

The king set her down as cameramen rushed over to the scene, asking questions for commenting.

"It seems like Marth really is a man after all," one stated. "And he's got one heck of a body to prove it."

"After much confusion about his identity, it seems like the alleged pretty boy is just a pretty boy after all," another confirmed.

Full of confidence, Marth went into his obnoxious boy mode.

"This is for the haters out there," the swordsman announced as he exhibited his torso and made a shooting motion at the camera. "Proof."

He's such a child, Samus thought scorningly and tried to push past the news crew. I can't stay here for long.

A small crowd soon formed around them, full of curious spectators and screeching & grasping fangirls. Now her chances of escape were decimated.

"And who's this lovely lady beside you?" a reporter asked.

"Just a damsel in distress whom I've just saved," the king answered casually.

I could have saved myself, thank you very much, Samus thought bitterly.

"A true gentleman like always," the reporter mused. "On another note, even all the villains of Super Smash Bros. are here, but we haven't seen any signs of Samus Aran. Did he stay at the hotel or could he possibly be here in disguise?"

The bounty hunter flinched at the query, now having an urge to jump over the people to safety.

Before Marth could answer, two burly guards broke up the crowd. "Okay, people, that's enough. They're here to relax not to have cameras in their faces."

Obligingly, the blonde began to sneak away before the blunette grasped her hand. "Are you going to leave without a word of thanks?" he questioned lightheartedly.

"Thanks," she grumbled incoherently and tried to leave again, but Marth's grip tightened.

"Wait. Can you at least give me your name?" he asked hopefully.

"Ummm… Virginia," she mumbled, trying not to make eye contact.

"Virginia? Doesn't really suit you, but okay," he said, unconvinced, as he loosened his grip. "Maybe we could hang out later?"

"Yeah," she mumbled awkwardly as she started to walk away.

"You, you're a fighter, aren't you?" Marth asked.

Samus almost froze. How-?

"Not everyone has those types of calluses on their hands," he continued matter-of-factly. "But don't worry; I like women who can take care of themselves."

Damn it. He's too perceptive. I should keep my distance," she considered as she hurried her pace.

"And try to make eye contact when you talk, Virginia. Your eyes are beautiful!" he called after her.

Samus silently swore to herself for giving out her late mother's name.

On the left side of Sirena Beach, Zelda tried to entertain the gathered Smashers with karaoke. As she stumbled over her words, the villains booed loudly over the tambourines of the younger fighters.

"Get off the stage!" Bowser bellowed rudely.

"Take it all-a off!" Wario crowed and even threw his precious Monopoly money onto the platform.

Link buried the biker's gargantuan head into the sand and went over to the dejected princess to comfort her.

King Dedede took the stage, wearing a pair of sunglasses and lying lazily down on a beach chair. "This is how you really do it."

A familiar beat echoed from the speakers as Dedede said, "Oppan Dreamland style!"

The Smashers cheered, not because the self-proclaimed king was the most popular guy around, but because Gangnam Style is just that awesome.

"Oppan Dreamland style!" he repeated as he got up from his seat.

"Naje-neun ttasaroun inkanjeo-gin yeoja
Coffee hanjanye yeoyureuraneun pumkyeok i-nneun yeoja
Bami omyeon shimjangi tteugeowojineun yeoja
Geureon banjeon i-nneun yeoja," he sang as Lucas did a modest shuffle dance beside him.

Naneun sana-i
Naje-neun neomankeum ttasaroun geureon sana-i
Coffee shikgido jeone wonsyas ttaerineun sana-i
Bami omyeon shimjangi teojyeobeorineun sana-i
Geureon sana-i!" he continued as the Smashers joined in on every "sana-i."

"Areumdaweo sarangseureoweo
Geurae neo, (hey) Geurae baro neo (hey)

Areumdaweo sarangseureoweo
Geurae neo (hey) Geurae baro neo (hey)

Jigeumbu-teo gal dekkaji gabol-kka~!" he sang the last line and lustfully gaped point-blank range at the posterior of Peach, who was tanning in the sun, which earned him a destructive kick to his nose from the princess.

"Oppan Dreamland style," he continued with a bloody nose, dancing as the dripping blood seemed to dance with him. "Dreamland style. O- O- O- O- Oppan Dreamland style. Eyyyyyyyy~ sexy lady!"

Soon, the rest of the Smashers joined him in the dance craze and Dedede confidently began the second verse.

"Jeongsu-khae boijiman nol ttaen noneun yeoja
Ittaeda shipeumyeon mukkeot-deon meori puneun yeoja
Garyeot-jiman wen-manhan nochulboda yahan yeoja
Geureon gamkakjeo-gin yeoja," he sang while having a mini dance battle with Waluigi.

"Naneun sana-i
Jeomjanha boijiman nol ttaen noneun sana-i
Ttae-ga dwehmyeon wahnjeon michyeobeorineun sana-i
Geunyukboda sasangi ul-tungbul-tung-han sana-i
Geureon sana-I," he sang while lying on his stomach with an annoyed Ganondorf doing the pelvic thrust over his head.

"King Dedede, aka D, has drawn quite a crowd of followers with his new smash single, Dreamland Style," a reporter from Smash Central stated. "Looks like he's set to go on the upcoming show, Smash Idol, which will air next January."

Yeah, that whole Gangnam Style thing was just a small experiment of mine to try out different stuff. But what's that reporter talking about "Smash Idol"? Maybe a premonition for future stories? who knows...

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