Chapter 3: Bra vs. Trunks
IT SEEMS WE'RE IN FOR A SPECIAL TREAT TODAY MARITAL ARTS FANS, AS BOTH TRUNKS AND BRA BRIEFS ARE ABOUT TO GO AT IT TO SEE WHICH OF THESE TWO SIBLINGS WILL MOVE ON TO THE FINAL ROUND OF THE JUNIOR CHAMPIONSHIP!"
"Good to see he's still got the energy after all this time," Goku said as he cracked a small smile at the Announcer's enthusiasm. It was true, despite the years that had passed between the 23rd and 25th World Tournaments, the Announcer seemed to have just as much energy as he had all those years ago working on the 21st and 22nd Tournaments.
Some things, as they say, never changed.
Goku turned to Vegeta. "Still can't believe that your two kids are going to go at it though. Who do you think will-"
"Trunks," came Vegeta's gruff reply.
Goku blinked. "Really? What makes you say that?"
"If anything shouldn't Bra be the most likely winner?" asked Yamcha. "I mean, it looks as if Time did quite the number on the kid. Heck, the only reason why he won was-"
"Because, Kakarot and human friend, as much progress as my daughter has made in her training and even with becoming a Super Saiyan, the boy is still stronger than her. So loss of energy or no, I still trust my son to win in the end. It's as simple as that."
"Maybe so, but power isn't everything."
At that comment Yamcha couldn't help but let out a hardly fake cough (something that even Goku picked up on) as he muttered: "Says the guy who's one of the most powerful beings in the universe..."
Down below, the Announcer had give the two siblings permission to start, and Trunks wasted no time in going on the offense as he shot off and flew at his younger sister with the speed of a small personal capsule plane, launching a powerful kick at her with his right leg when he came within range.
Bra, to her credit, blocked the blow with her left elbow and tried to quickly counter by delivering a straight kick to the boy's jaw. Although his hand was already in mid motion, Trunks' reflexes were too slow and he caught the full force of his sister's kick with his chin.
The blow sent Trunks flying up in the air, where he halted himself after reaching above the stands of people. For a moment, he simply floated in midair as he caught his breath. This… isn't good, Trunks thought as he looked down at the ground to keep an eye out for his younger sister. Looks like my fight with Time took more out of me then I thought. And add in sis's training with dad and I'm not sure if-
WHAM! A powerful and sudden double handed smash to Trunks's skull cut him off as he was sent plummeting down to the arena ground like a meteorite. He stopped himself in midair just a few feet from the arena's hard flooring, preventing the worst of what would have been a very painful impact.
Trunks instantly looked up and glared at his younger sister. "Not bad sis! But it's going to take a lot more then that to bring me down!"
Bra's only reply was to hold up an outstretched arm, her palm flat, open, and facing her younger brother. An orange ball of energy appeared in said palm not a moment later. On her face was a VERY Vegeta like smirk that the young scientist in training would have been horrified to learn that she had on her face.
What is that fool girl thinking? Vegeta thought as he kept his intense focus on battle below him. She knows she lacks the control that Trunks has, so why summon that blast of ki.? Damn it Bra, if any of these fool spectators die it's on your shoulders!
Trunks looked at the ball of ki with a confused expression. "If you're trying to bluff me, sis, it isn't going to work. You and I both know you aren't dumb enough to start unleashing energy attacks considering your crap control over them."
Bra's only response was for the expression for her lips to turn into a smirk of such vast proportions that there would have been no doubt that she was the daughter of the Prince of All Saiyans. Suddenly the ki ball shot forth from Bra's hand with a speed that greatly resembled that of a baseball being thrown by a professional player, if said player was half Saiyan that is.
Not having much time to react or think, Trunks did the only thing he could think of and crossed his arms together in an X shape as he shuffled his legs and braced for impact.
The resulting collision was a billowing dark cloud of blinding black smoke and a mild stinging sensation that covered his whole body. Still, compared to what their father could dish out, the blast was nothing more then a mild annoyance.
"That the best you got sis?" Trunks called out to his sister, his voice sounding far more confident than his battered body suggested. Bra, who was still on the other side of the wide arena, said nothing. "Cuz it's going to take something more powerful then that to-"
Bra summoned forth another ki ball and blasted it at Trunks. Then another, and another, and another, until Trunks was under an onslaught of ki orbs.
And while one might not have been much, a near endless barrage of them did build up in pain and, unless he was Super, would slowly force him back centimeter by unwilling centimeter until an eventual ring out.
He could always try to fly out of the way, but that wasn't an option, since once a blast left Bra's hand, she had no control over it. Which meant that some of the spectators could get hurt.
Which meant that all he could do was grin and bear it until he lost by a ring out by either touching the wall or the grass. Either way it would be disgraceful to lose in such a simple manner against his sister. Even if he had promised her he would give her the fight, it sure as hell wasn't going to be THAT easy!
It was at that moment, when he could start to feel the solidness of the arena leave his heels, that inspiration of a sort struck Trunks. What he did next was by no means clever, smart, or if Bra was a stronger opponent, sane. But it was in its own way genius in its simplicity.
Trunks was airborne once more, flying directly at his sister with fists balled tightly as he shrugged off the machine gun like hail of ki blasts that was now pelting his body with increasing power as he got closer and closer to Bra's position.
As for Bra, she didn't have an IQ of 200 for nothing. Letting out a small child level swear that was drowned out by the deafening noise of her blasts, Bra lifted her other hand and summoned another growing orb of raw energy.
But instead of a ball, she set out a beam of ki, followed about a second later by a second beam as she converted her balls of ki into a solid ray of ki to join the first.
Both beams hit their mark and Trunks let out a loud noise that was a mixture of a grunt and a cry. He tried moving forward, but his sister's dual beams were keeping him at bay. So, Trunks increased his ki as far as it would go without going Super. In response, Bra increased her power output and even placed her legs apart in an effort to brace her body.
That lead, to the surprise of neither Trunks nor, to Trunks slowly being pushed back to the ring's edge once more.
This is bad, Trunks thought, his eyelids shut tightly to protect them from a siege of ki output, the shock of his sister moving him back for a second time in one fight. Not only is she moving me back, but because dad's been training us separately for the past few months, I don't have any idea how much longer she'll last. If she keeps it up at this pace, I'll lose…
Suddenly his eyes shot open and the hair on his head began to rise up on its own accord, instead of from the force of the two beams. Then, it and the aura around him turned a brilliant gold color.
Having gone Super, Trunks then plowed through Bra's two beams of energy, and upon reaching her, pulled back a fist.
WHACK!
The resulting blow to the cheek should have packed enough power to send Bra crashing into the arena wall, thus giving Trunks the match, had she not halted herself in midair at the last moment. Having done that she floated over to her older brother, eyes narrowed and a vein of range now visibly pumping from her forehead.
"WHAT PART ABOUT NOT GOING SUPER DIDN'T YOU UNDERSTAND YOU BLOCK OF A MEATHEAD!? I mean transforming for a brief moment against Time wasn't bad enough, but were you THAT desperate to win that you had to go all out like that?"
Having broken her 'No pointless blathering in battle' rule, Bra balled her hands into fists, and tensed her whole body to brace itself. With a loud BANG a powerful blast of air erupted from Bra's whole body as her hair turned from straight and cut trimly, to spiky and gold like her brother's.
Trunks frowned. "It's not like any one of these slack jawed idiots will believe their own eyes, after our match is over with they'll probably just chalk it up to smoke and-"
CRACK! A powerful blow from Bra's knee cut Trunks off as he was sent hurtling to his left. He only flew back a few feet before stopping himself again, not bothering with complaining about Bra's cutting him off.
Bra shot at her brother, her fist pulled back for a punch that Trunks managed to block when she brought the blow in close to connect. Trunks tried to counter with a punch of his own, which Bra in turn also successfully blocked.
This just led to an all out, old fashioned brawl between the two Brief siblings, with both of them launching kicks and punches at speeds that led the already speechless crowd even further in.
"Now do you see what I mean Kakarot? Bra can't win even as a Super Saiyan, Trunks is stronger then her both in physical power and ki output. Furthermore she-"
WHAM!
"AND IT SEEMS AFTER A VERY INTENSE FIGHT BETWEEN SIBLINGS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THAT BRA BRIEFS IS THE WINNER OF THE FIRST SEMIFINAL MATCH OF THE JUNIOR CHAMPIONSHIP!"
Goku gave his rival a cheeky grin and nudged him with his elbow. "What was it you were saying about Trunks's victory being such a sure thing, Vegeta?"
"… Shut up Kakarot."