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Dragon ball Z

The Preliminary rounds

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The morning came, and everyone was led to cars, and driven to where the preliminaries would take place. Goten and Trunks stepped out of the car, and looked around their surroundings. In front of them was an enormous stadium, its walls at least ten stories tall. Like everyone else, the two entered the building, following a long hallway. It branched off every now and again, but they continued in a straight line until finally emerging into the open.

The crowd dispersed, and Goten was lost amongst them, having absolutely no idea just where the hell Trunks had gotten to. He called out, but his voice was lost in the cacophony of everyone else's.

"Everybody!" a loud voice called over a PA system, "please settle. Let us begin." Goten looked around, but couldn't see the man that the voice belonged to. "Welcome to the preliminary rounds of the sixth king of iron fist! I'm sure you are all eager to begin, but please allow me to turn your attention to the centre of the stadium!" He did, seeing four large fighting cages. He'd noticed them earlier. "These will be where the fighting shall take place! Each contestant shall participate in a total of five matches! Four of these matches shall be fought at a Time! There will be four-hundred matches, four faced at a time, makes one-hundred! These matches shall be fought in a round robin fashioned. Even a defeat does not mean that you will not make it into the Tournament. Each contestant shall be marked out of ten from each of our four judges. Will everyone please turn their attention to the jumbo-tron above!"

Goten looked up at the large screen. It soon came to life. "Ladies and gentlemen. These are your judges."

There were four men sitting at a panel. "Wang Jinrei!" The old man bowed and smiled. "Heihachi Mishima!" The man nodded, with a neutral expression on his face. "Lee Chalin." The silveret winked and smiled, and many women giggled, though Goten failed to see the man's appeal. "And finally, it is our pleasure to introduce-"

"Mister Satan!" Goten chocked. He was one of the judges!?

"Mister Satan!"

He laughed and introduced himself.

"Now then, let us begin. Will the following contestants step forward. To the far left, Kazuya and Ganryu. Centre left…"

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Kazuya didn't waste time listening for the rest of them. He didn't care. He headed for his destination, as did the large Sumo wrestler. Once they entered the cage, the only entrance was closed, and they took to their sides.

"Begin!"

Ganryu charged at Kazuya, throwing his open palms at him. Kazuya dropped, and brought his fist up into the fat man's gut, launching him into the air. He came back down, and another punch sent him flying back to the other side of the cage.

"Kazuya Mishima is-"

But he wasn't finished yet. With an enormous smirk on his face, he charged and, with glee, slammed his fist into his head with all his strength, crushing his skull. The audience was shocked, and many screamed. One of the attendants, the one who had closed the cage, opened it again with shaky hands. Kazuya left without giving him a second thought.

"The judge's final score is thirty-two out of forty."

He walked, and passed a man in a blue Gi, with big, black, spiky hair. He passed him by, their eyes meeting, and never breaking.

I know him…

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Jin was next up, stepping into the cage, and was soon met with his opponent. Raven, the ninja, beaten by his father in the last tournament. They exchanged no words, and simply stared at one another.

"Begin.

Raven jumped at Jin, sending a kick toward his head. Jin grabbed it, and threw it to the ground, bringing down his elbow and breaking the appendage. Raven screamed in pain.

"Jin Kazama is the winner!"

And without so much as a word, he left, the paramedics entering and taking Raven out on a stretcher.

The rounds followed quickly until mid-afternoon, where the final fight, Vegeta and some kick boxer, ended in a quick victory to the former.

"Thank you, everyone." The voice on the PA boomed. "Now that all fights have been completed, our judges have decided who the finalists shall be. If your name is not called, then please leave. In order from highest points to lowest. Son-Goku. Vegeta. Kazuya. Son-Gohan. Trunks Briefs. Son-Goten. Jin Kazama. Hwoarang. Marshal Law. Paul Phoenix. Asuka Kazama. Jay Neartsu. Lira Septa. Ling Xiaoyu. King. Craig Murdoch. Brian Fury. Eddie Gordo. Christie Monterio. And finally, Yoshimitsu.

Many disappointed faces made their way out, leaving only the twenty final contestants. They were hastily pushed into a straight line, and two new men entered the stadium, one holding a microphone, and the other holding a camera. "Ladies and gentlemen of the world!" the man with the microphone said, standing in front of the camera. "These are our final contestants. These-"

Vegeta looked to his left, to where Kazuya was standing, his eyebrows narrowed. How he could have scored higher than his and Kakarot's sons, the Saiyan prince wondered. Gohan was out of practice, and Trunks and Goten were slackers, but surly not to such a degree that some random earthling could score higher than them. He shook his head. It didn't mean anything, other than that the judges were fools. After all, that buffoon mister Satan was one of them, wasn't he.

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Once they were separated, the contestants were approached by an aid, and given a room number. Happily, Trunks and Goten were in the same hotel room. Room 191 on the top floor of the Mishima hotel. Once they were in, Goten whistled. "Not bad," Goten said exploring the room. There were three bedrooms, and a main living room with an open kitchen. In the room was a large, king-sized, double bed.

"Call it."

"Call it. Damn it!" Goten let out an overly dramatic sigh, but he soon got over it as his eyes shifted to the fridge in the kitchen. He moved at full speed, racing to the kitchen before Trunks even realized what was going on.

"What have they got?" Trunks asked.

Goten opened the fridge, but was soon disappointed. "Well, they have a lot of peanuts, but not much-"

The door opened, and he quickly looked up from the fridge, seeing another man at the door. "This is room 191, right? I was in 161 before but-" he stopped, his eyes on the double bed in the room. "Call it!"

"Too late," Trunks retorted.

"Kami, damn it," he swore under his breath, dragging his bag to one of the bedrooms. A few seconds later, he returned. "Name's Hwoarang. And you're…"

"Goten."

"Trunks."

"Right, I remember now,' the redhead turned to the fridge. "I'm starving."

"Then I hope you're in the mood for peanuts. 'cause that's all we've got."

Hwoarang sighed. "Figures. Some things never change. Cheap bastards." Not long after he had spoken, the door opened again, and a final man stepped in.

"Kazama!" Goten and Trunks both turned to face the man, and Goten scarcely remembered him. Yeah, he was the one Asuka had talked about. The 'pervert' who'd tried to get fresh. The old fake being dead then surprise puff-puff routine apparently. Kazama walked passed them without a glance, and entered one of the rooms. Hwoarang sighed. "Like I said. Some things never change."

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