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It is the day of the tournament. Everyone has arrived, and of course, by everyone, this means all of the Z-fighters and their families. Arriving in their vehicles, everyone dismounts and makes their way to the signup table. But unbeknownst to them, they are not alone. Elsewhere, Tote stays off to the side of the other contestants whom have already signed up. Arms crossed over her chest, she keeps head turned down. She silently awaits the arrival of her brother.
"I don't think I can expect any more changes to the tournament," Goku says once they're inside the arena. They are about to go up to the punching machine to attempt to qualify (or in their case, just qualify).
"You've thought right," Vegeta replies, then adds, "for once."
Ignoring this remark, Goku goes on, "So, who's fighting this time?"
"Well," Krillin says, "There's you, Vegeta, Gohan, Piccolo, me, 18, Videl, and, uh..." he trails off, not being able to count off anyone else on his fingers. He rubs the back of his head. "Well, basically everyone, I guess!"
"But remember, there will be some openings for others," Piccolo states. "Besides, there's no compromise that all of us are going to fight." He gestures to Gohan and his wife. Everyone turns to them in surprise, eyebrows raised.
"Gohan, you're not competing? And Videl, too?" Goku questions.
Gohan shrugs. "We figured we might as well give a couple of a people a chance this year."
Vegeta scoffs. "Ha, as if that makes any difference. All it comes down to is losing against me."
Bulma rolls her eyes. "Or losing against Goku." Vegeta stares daggers in her direction.
"Besides, my dad actually decided not to enter this year." Videl says to break the awkward silence. This further surprises everyone.
"Wow, Mr. Satan, too?" Goten asks.
"Well, at least this way nobody has to lose." Trunks adds.
"Shame," 18 says, "I was hoping to get the coward to cough up more money this year."
Everybody briefly glances in her direction with worried expressions, but then burst out laughing.
"Well, let's go, guys," Goku says, and waves goodbye to his leaving friends. "We'll look for you in the crowd!"
"And we'll be cheering you on!" Bulma yells back.
Goku and the others line up at the machine, Goku in the front and Piccolo in the back. Then, something not far catches his eye. Looking over his shoulder, he can spot a girl about ten paces. She stands with her head tilt down and her arms crossed over her chest. She wears a white T-shirt exposing one black strap and a pair of jean-shorts with black sneakers. Her black hair is put in a spiky ponytail. Piccolo can sense an unusually large power level coming from her, but nothing too shocking.
She suddenly notices him staring at her, her blue-grey eyes fleeting in his direction. He flinches and quickly averts his gaze, turning back towards the front of the line. He still feels her eyes on him.
Tote keeps a hold on the figure that was watching her. He's uncommonly large, towering over most of the others in front of him. Green skin, antennas, and lined arms with patches of pink, she almost immediately recognizes him as a Namekian. She had read about them once.
She scans the rest of the line leading up to the very front. She freezes in shock as she realizes: it is her brother. In the very front of the line, with their father's spiky hair, and a tail that only a Saiyan has. Her eyes widen.
Kakarot...
A wave of contradicting feelings flood into her. Longing. Uncertainty. Hate.
She grasps control of herself again, and her eyes narrow. She paces toward the back of the line, behind the Namekian. She minds to keep her tail tucked up her shirt.
Focusing, she searches his power level. It's one of the higher levels she's experienced, but nearly nothing compared to her's. She lets out a sigh of vague familiarity, contemplating the next move. However, her thoughts are disrupted by the blaring of a voice through a mega phone. One of the announcers exclaims, "Now, if there are any stray competitors who are to enter, please make your way to the punching machine!" A momentary pause as a few fighters find a spot in the lines to the machines. Once everyone is settled, the announcer continues, "Now, the try-outs will begin!"
Kakarot makes his way up to the machine. Carefully, he bounces a single knuckle off the plate. On the dial for the force of the hit appears: 198. The supervisor expression twists into complete awe. Kakarot then makes his way away from the machine.
Next is another recognizable face: Prince Vegeta. Tote smirks, the thought of the descendant of the king living in harmony with a species he would've almost definitely eradicated. Similarly, he takes caution to gingerly hit the pressure plate. 204. Generally the same. One by one, all of the others score high on their punches as well; a black-haired, short man earns 201. A blond woman scores 210. The Namekian's score is 213. Then comes Tote's turn. Off to the side where they think they're out of earshot, Vegeta mocks her, "I bet Ms. City-Girl here scores a 10."
She approaches the machine and raises her hand to the plate. As slowly as she can, she extends her index finger and lightly presses it into the plate. Then...
The machine explodes. Pieces of it go flying in every opposite direction, colliding into the walls that box in the try-outs arena and crumble them to bits. Tote watches as a particularly immense chunk of the machine cuts through a crowd of contestants, sending them running in every way. It finally ceases as it breaks through another segment of the wall and glides for another good distance. People gape at her with bugged-out eyes and gaping mouths, some sprawled on the ground.
The Z-fighters stare in complete and utter shock. Vegeta stutters, "Wha- Bu- How...?...HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!"
Nobody can come up with an answer. Tote strides past the group, her face remaining as it had, and makes her away far from the crowd.