I'd Do Anything For You: The Tournament Begins!
Disclaimer: DBZ ain't mine. FTW!!! Gomen ::*sweatdrop*::
Author's Note: Sorry this took forever to get out, I've been working on a few other fics as well. Can someone say Zoids? I'll try to work more on this..
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Previous chapter...
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Gohan thought wonderingly, staring at her form, his eyes trailing over her hair to her eyes. She didn't seem to notice him, but at least she was there to begin with. The adolescent boy slowly twisted back in his seat, regretfully pulling his gaze away from her. He had a fight to concentrate on, emotions couldn't get in the way.
He'd have to win at all costs.
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"ARE WE READY TO SEE SOME FIGHTING!!"
The crowd roared.
"ARE WE READY TO SEE SOME ASSES BEING KICKED!!"
The audience started to scream louder, increasing it's volume and intensity.
"ALLLLRIGHT! HERE IS.... HERRRCULLLLEEE!!"
Everyone stood, yelling at the top of their lungs as a large burly form made its way to pose at the front of the stage. He stopped and flexed, which was met with a scream of approvement, then bent down in another pose, arms held out to the sides. The crowd somehow managed to get louder than before; it was almost deafening in the large dome.
Bulma and Chichi sat, side by side, sweatdrops forming on each side of their foreheads to slip down as their stared down at the arena, watching Satan Hercule with growing dislike. Vegeta smirked and leaned back in his seat as Trunks and Goten jumped over his legs to run back and forth, down the aisle, then up again, then down... Krillin occassionally clapped politely but then, looking around, realized it was unnecessary. Android 18 sat still, raising her hands slowly to cover her ears as her eyes narrowed.
"Who *cares* about some hairy barbarian who claims to have beaten Cell!"
yelled Chichi over the din to Bulma. The pink-haired woman turned, squinting her eyes and leaning forward.
"What??! You have to talk louder!!"
"I said, who cares about some hairy barbarian who claims to have beaten Cell!!!!!!!"
"Oh!!"
After this, all attempts at conversation came to an end.
[Inside the training room...]
Gohan waited nervously for the start of the match. As soon as Hercule was done with his introduction, the fighters would have to line up in front of the audience, so they could view who would be participating. He turned slowly, viewing who he would be competiting with.
A large, lanky man leaned against the wall, a fazed-out look in his eyes. Next to him, two short chubby men were talking, occassionally gesturing to the crowd outside. On the other side of the room was Sharpener, Idasa, and their gang of admirers. The two blonde adolescents flashed smiles and would occassionally bust out a pose, resulting in a squeal of delight from the girls and somes surprised grunts from the guys.
The Saiyan turned back to watch the scene going on outside. Hercule had just finished with his opening statement, which was a loud roar, and the assistants were telling them to stand and line up in an orderly fashion.
After several minutes of confusion, the two lines were formed and they all marched outside, spliting down the center to branch in opposite ways. The impact of the screams and cheers of the crowd hit them as soon as they took step outside, and many of the contestants waved as the announcer explained the levels they would go through to get to the finals.
The contestants were soon ushered back inside, and seperated into pairs. Gohan looked to his side and turned away, scowling slightly. Idasa stood next to him, grinning widely as he thumped his fist over and over again into his palm.
The fighters were called out, one by one, Gohan eventually lost track of who won and who lost. It wasn't too hard to tell - most of those who lost were carried off as they sobbed uncontrollably or were unconcious. One or the other.
"The Great Saiyaman and Hayn Idasa---!!!"
Gohan walked slowly outside as Idasa shoved past him to jump onto the platform, waving both arms around with fists raised as the crowd roared.
In the stands, a woman stood as she screamed and pointed excitedly at Idasa.
"That's my boy!! That's my Idasa!! Go win your mommy lots of money, sweetpea!!"
she shrieked as Bulma's eyes narrowed. Thankfully, Chichi hadn't heard any of the cheering for the boy that she knew her son had had troubles with. Unfortunately, Bulma had. In response to the woman's cheer, Bulma stood, stomping both feet and clapping. "Go *Saiyaman*! Go *Saiyaman*!"
She turned and smirked at the other woman who glanced at her crossly and sat, both arms crossed as she adjusted the large glasses on her nose.
On the platform, the announcer stood between the two boys, hand held out. He looked to each in turn.
"I want to keep this clean, eh, boys! So, no cheap play, if you know what I mean!"
With that, he raised his hand as a loud foghorn-like sound blasted off.
Idasa immediately leapt towards Gohan, who easily stepped back out of the way. With a low growl in his throat, he charged forward, letting loose a fast flurry of punches at his opponent. Gohan blinked and raised both hands to block each attack, shoving his enemy's fists to the side. The blonde-haired teen's eyes widened as he realized he was landing no hits, but they soon narrowed as he increased his speed.
After several seconds of this, Gohan tired of the ordeal and ducked under the punches and swept his foot out, kicking Idasa's feet out from under him. The boy fell, stunned, and stood quickly, even though he was slightly dizzy. He stepped forward and almost slipped, but rightened himself as he cracked his knuckles uneasily. He shook his head then leapt forward, fist raised.
Gohan stepped to the side and grabbed onto his arm, yanking him forward into his knee which hit Idasa squarely in the stomach. The boy yelped as all the air was knocked out of him and fell forward, Gohan stepping back as he shook his head, smiling. Idasa turned and gasped as he looked up at the younger boy.
::*He hasn't even broken a sweat!*::
Muttering, Idasa stood and cracked his knuckles again.
"I was just warming up, pretty-boy. Get ready to meet the revenge of the Hayn!! Hiiiiiiii-----yaaa----!!"
The boy pulled his fist back and charged at Gohan, who blinked. The Saiyan knew it was time to end it already, it had lasted long enough. He ducked under the attack easily, then shot his fist up to slam into the bottom of Idasa's chin. The blonde-haired adolescent froze, then stumbled around the platform uneasily until he finally fell in a heap, shocked.
The announcer looked down at Idasa, slightly surprised, then recovered as he pulled his microphone to his mouth.
"And the Great Saiyaman wins!!!!!"
The crowd roared as Gohan turned, exiting the stage.
::*I wonder when Videl's up...*::
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Chichi sighed as she leaned forward in her chair, resting her head on both knuckles. The fight Gohan had had with Idasa was entertaining for the first few seconds, but grew boring. It was obvious that her son was just warming up with him, and hadn't really put any effort into the fight at all.
Bulma turned to the side and noticed the half-asleep wife of Goku.
"I'm sure it'll get.... umm.. interesting..."
she muttered, fading off, knowing that chances are, they wouldn't.
Chichi sighed as she looked out onto the platform again, hoping that someone would provide at least a little bit of a challenge to her son's abilities.
Vegeta grumbled something about getting popcorn then stood, knocking the seats out of his way, oblivious to the annoyed yelps of the audience that were moved so forcibly. Android leaned back in her chair, her hand on her temple as her head remained tilted to the side, and Krillin sipped on his fifth extra-large Pepsi. His face soon reddened, however, and he stood, running after Vegeta, screaming about the Men's Room.
Chichi let her head droop. The most interesting thing she'd seen in the last hour of fighting was the look on Android 18's face when Goten had asked her how she had a baby if she was an Android. Things didn't seem like they were going to get much more exciting than that.
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"Listen up here, punk."
Sharpener stepped in front of Gohan as he entered the tent, glaring down at the shorter teen.
"If you think you're so great just because you got past Idasa, don't think it'll be easy getting past me,"
he growled, stepping up to stand directly in front of the younger teen so that he was looking down at him, slightly. An official turned his head and called out for them to stop fighting and to save it for the match. With this, Sharpener turned and walked away, glancing over his shoulder to smirk at the Saiyan.
Gohan shook his head slightly and walked forward, raising his eyes only when he felt someone looking at him. He stopped, hesitant, then looked to the side, seeing that Videl was watching him intently. He looked back, blushing slightly as he opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again.
"Videl! Can you come here for a second?"
"Sure,"
The look was broken as she turned her head to talk to one of her friends.
::*One that her dad approves of, I'm sure, and one that he lets her talk to...*::
his mind added glumly. At times like these, he wished he didn't have a fascination with girls, especially the one who he couldn't even talk to, let alone ask out. His mind jolted at the sudden thought of going out with Videl; he had thought of it before, but not so seriously, it had been a distant possibility that he never believe would come true. And thinking of a love-life that would most likely be crushed during the Satan Tournament wasn't exactly within his best interests.
He slipped down to sit in the chair he had been in originally, and leaned back on a nearby wall, closing his eyes as he rubbed his temples with both hands. All this thinking was giving him a headache.
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"What a child-oriented guy this is! Come on, folks, give him a hand---!!"
Satan Hercule held up a child he had picked out of the audience; one that was crying because they'd apparently spilled their popcorn. He grinned widely and roared, his eyes bulging out of his head.
Yes, that's right, he'd down it again; he'd won an audience's heart by using a child for his own purposes. People were so easy to manipulate. In his brain, this was known as "get way", since those other bigger words hadn't yet been added to his vocabulary.
"*Rawwwwrrr*!"
There, he did it. The nice family-guy gig, then the infamous roar. This sent the crowd wild, the girls fainting, and a rain of roses down over his head. He smirked mentally.
Hercule set the child down in his seat, patted him on the head, then gave him a new bag of popcorn. He left the child squealing in delight.
Chichi and Bulma, who'd been watching, stared, a large sweatdrop coursing down the sides of their foreheads. Krillin was still in the Men's Room, Vegeta had left for his tenth bag of popcorn, and Android 18 was still being harassed by Goten, and now Trunks, about how she had Marron.
The two friends looked to each other and burst out laughing, wiping tears from the sides of their eyes.
Hercule sure was something, alright, but they weren't too sure if it was "Great".
It was something more along the lines of "Idiotic".
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Gohan turned, banging his head against the wall, lightly. He had been doing that for the past ten minutes; for the first five, he didn't realize how hard he had been doing it, but after he heard a shriek and the tinkling of broken glass, he used less power and just barely tapped the side of the wood. This still made the entire training room vibrate, fortunately not enough for the contestants to notice.
With each bang of his head against the wall, he mentally yelled to himself.
::*She...*bang*...hates...*bang...you!..*bang...You..*bang*...messed...*bang*...every - *bang - thing *bang*.... UP!!!*::
He felt a tap at his shoulder and turned around. One of the officials had taken notice to the whacking of his head, and was apparently worried. He smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.
"It's an excercise my sensei taught me,"
he lied, trying not to make eye contact with the uniformed man. The official nodded slowly, eyeing him carefully, then walked away, clipboard in hand.
Gohan let out a breath of relief, then stopped. Videl's ki had moved, and it wasn't in the room... He turned, running up to the opening into the stage and looked through the curtain, his eyes widening.
Videl was going to fight, and it almost seemed like her opponent was too much of a match for her.
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To be continued...
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Sorry this chapter took forever to took out, and that it's pretty short!! Myyyyy bad!! Anywho, I'll try to get the next one out, soon. ::*Damn Finals! They're killing me!!*:: Oh, yeah, please Review if you've read this, I need feedback! Thanks to those who do **wink**
Disclaimer: DBZ ain't mine. FTW!!! Gomen ::*sweatdrop*::
Author's Note: Sorry this took forever to get out, I've been working on a few other fics as well. Can someone say Zoids? I'll try to work more on this..
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Previous chapter...
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Gohan thought wonderingly, staring at her form, his eyes trailing over her hair to her eyes. She didn't seem to notice him, but at least she was there to begin with. The adolescent boy slowly twisted back in his seat, regretfully pulling his gaze away from her. He had a fight to concentrate on, emotions couldn't get in the way.
He'd have to win at all costs.
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"ARE WE READY TO SEE SOME FIGHTING!!"
The crowd roared.
"ARE WE READY TO SEE SOME ASSES BEING KICKED!!"
The audience started to scream louder, increasing it's volume and intensity.
"ALLLLRIGHT! HERE IS.... HERRRCULLLLEEE!!"
Everyone stood, yelling at the top of their lungs as a large burly form made its way to pose at the front of the stage. He stopped and flexed, which was met with a scream of approvement, then bent down in another pose, arms held out to the sides. The crowd somehow managed to get louder than before; it was almost deafening in the large dome.
Bulma and Chichi sat, side by side, sweatdrops forming on each side of their foreheads to slip down as their stared down at the arena, watching Satan Hercule with growing dislike. Vegeta smirked and leaned back in his seat as Trunks and Goten jumped over his legs to run back and forth, down the aisle, then up again, then down... Krillin occassionally clapped politely but then, looking around, realized it was unnecessary. Android 18 sat still, raising her hands slowly to cover her ears as her eyes narrowed.
"Who *cares* about some hairy barbarian who claims to have beaten Cell!"
yelled Chichi over the din to Bulma. The pink-haired woman turned, squinting her eyes and leaning forward.
"What??! You have to talk louder!!"
"I said, who cares about some hairy barbarian who claims to have beaten Cell!!!!!!!"
"Oh!!"
After this, all attempts at conversation came to an end.
[Inside the training room...]
Gohan waited nervously for the start of the match. As soon as Hercule was done with his introduction, the fighters would have to line up in front of the audience, so they could view who would be participating. He turned slowly, viewing who he would be competiting with.
A large, lanky man leaned against the wall, a fazed-out look in his eyes. Next to him, two short chubby men were talking, occassionally gesturing to the crowd outside. On the other side of the room was Sharpener, Idasa, and their gang of admirers. The two blonde adolescents flashed smiles and would occassionally bust out a pose, resulting in a squeal of delight from the girls and somes surprised grunts from the guys.
The Saiyan turned back to watch the scene going on outside. Hercule had just finished with his opening statement, which was a loud roar, and the assistants were telling them to stand and line up in an orderly fashion.
After several minutes of confusion, the two lines were formed and they all marched outside, spliting down the center to branch in opposite ways. The impact of the screams and cheers of the crowd hit them as soon as they took step outside, and many of the contestants waved as the announcer explained the levels they would go through to get to the finals.
The contestants were soon ushered back inside, and seperated into pairs. Gohan looked to his side and turned away, scowling slightly. Idasa stood next to him, grinning widely as he thumped his fist over and over again into his palm.
The fighters were called out, one by one, Gohan eventually lost track of who won and who lost. It wasn't too hard to tell - most of those who lost were carried off as they sobbed uncontrollably or were unconcious. One or the other.
"The Great Saiyaman and Hayn Idasa---!!!"
Gohan walked slowly outside as Idasa shoved past him to jump onto the platform, waving both arms around with fists raised as the crowd roared.
In the stands, a woman stood as she screamed and pointed excitedly at Idasa.
"That's my boy!! That's my Idasa!! Go win your mommy lots of money, sweetpea!!"
she shrieked as Bulma's eyes narrowed. Thankfully, Chichi hadn't heard any of the cheering for the boy that she knew her son had had troubles with. Unfortunately, Bulma had. In response to the woman's cheer, Bulma stood, stomping both feet and clapping. "Go *Saiyaman*! Go *Saiyaman*!"
She turned and smirked at the other woman who glanced at her crossly and sat, both arms crossed as she adjusted the large glasses on her nose.
On the platform, the announcer stood between the two boys, hand held out. He looked to each in turn.
"I want to keep this clean, eh, boys! So, no cheap play, if you know what I mean!"
With that, he raised his hand as a loud foghorn-like sound blasted off.
Idasa immediately leapt towards Gohan, who easily stepped back out of the way. With a low growl in his throat, he charged forward, letting loose a fast flurry of punches at his opponent. Gohan blinked and raised both hands to block each attack, shoving his enemy's fists to the side. The blonde-haired teen's eyes widened as he realized he was landing no hits, but they soon narrowed as he increased his speed.
After several seconds of this, Gohan tired of the ordeal and ducked under the punches and swept his foot out, kicking Idasa's feet out from under him. The boy fell, stunned, and stood quickly, even though he was slightly dizzy. He stepped forward and almost slipped, but rightened himself as he cracked his knuckles uneasily. He shook his head then leapt forward, fist raised.
Gohan stepped to the side and grabbed onto his arm, yanking him forward into his knee which hit Idasa squarely in the stomach. The boy yelped as all the air was knocked out of him and fell forward, Gohan stepping back as he shook his head, smiling. Idasa turned and gasped as he looked up at the younger boy.
::*He hasn't even broken a sweat!*::
Muttering, Idasa stood and cracked his knuckles again.
"I was just warming up, pretty-boy. Get ready to meet the revenge of the Hayn!! Hiiiiiiii-----yaaa----!!"
The boy pulled his fist back and charged at Gohan, who blinked. The Saiyan knew it was time to end it already, it had lasted long enough. He ducked under the attack easily, then shot his fist up to slam into the bottom of Idasa's chin. The blonde-haired adolescent froze, then stumbled around the platform uneasily until he finally fell in a heap, shocked.
The announcer looked down at Idasa, slightly surprised, then recovered as he pulled his microphone to his mouth.
"And the Great Saiyaman wins!!!!!"
The crowd roared as Gohan turned, exiting the stage.
::*I wonder when Videl's up...*::
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Chichi sighed as she leaned forward in her chair, resting her head on both knuckles. The fight Gohan had had with Idasa was entertaining for the first few seconds, but grew boring. It was obvious that her son was just warming up with him, and hadn't really put any effort into the fight at all.
Bulma turned to the side and noticed the half-asleep wife of Goku.
"I'm sure it'll get.... umm.. interesting..."
she muttered, fading off, knowing that chances are, they wouldn't.
Chichi sighed as she looked out onto the platform again, hoping that someone would provide at least a little bit of a challenge to her son's abilities.
Vegeta grumbled something about getting popcorn then stood, knocking the seats out of his way, oblivious to the annoyed yelps of the audience that were moved so forcibly. Android leaned back in her chair, her hand on her temple as her head remained tilted to the side, and Krillin sipped on his fifth extra-large Pepsi. His face soon reddened, however, and he stood, running after Vegeta, screaming about the Men's Room.
Chichi let her head droop. The most interesting thing she'd seen in the last hour of fighting was the look on Android 18's face when Goten had asked her how she had a baby if she was an Android. Things didn't seem like they were going to get much more exciting than that.
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"Listen up here, punk."
Sharpener stepped in front of Gohan as he entered the tent, glaring down at the shorter teen.
"If you think you're so great just because you got past Idasa, don't think it'll be easy getting past me,"
he growled, stepping up to stand directly in front of the younger teen so that he was looking down at him, slightly. An official turned his head and called out for them to stop fighting and to save it for the match. With this, Sharpener turned and walked away, glancing over his shoulder to smirk at the Saiyan.
Gohan shook his head slightly and walked forward, raising his eyes only when he felt someone looking at him. He stopped, hesitant, then looked to the side, seeing that Videl was watching him intently. He looked back, blushing slightly as he opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again.
"Videl! Can you come here for a second?"
"Sure,"
The look was broken as she turned her head to talk to one of her friends.
::*One that her dad approves of, I'm sure, and one that he lets her talk to...*::
his mind added glumly. At times like these, he wished he didn't have a fascination with girls, especially the one who he couldn't even talk to, let alone ask out. His mind jolted at the sudden thought of going out with Videl; he had thought of it before, but not so seriously, it had been a distant possibility that he never believe would come true. And thinking of a love-life that would most likely be crushed during the Satan Tournament wasn't exactly within his best interests.
He slipped down to sit in the chair he had been in originally, and leaned back on a nearby wall, closing his eyes as he rubbed his temples with both hands. All this thinking was giving him a headache.
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"What a child-oriented guy this is! Come on, folks, give him a hand---!!"
Satan Hercule held up a child he had picked out of the audience; one that was crying because they'd apparently spilled their popcorn. He grinned widely and roared, his eyes bulging out of his head.
Yes, that's right, he'd down it again; he'd won an audience's heart by using a child for his own purposes. People were so easy to manipulate. In his brain, this was known as "get way", since those other bigger words hadn't yet been added to his vocabulary.
"*Rawwwwrrr*!"
There, he did it. The nice family-guy gig, then the infamous roar. This sent the crowd wild, the girls fainting, and a rain of roses down over his head. He smirked mentally.
Hercule set the child down in his seat, patted him on the head, then gave him a new bag of popcorn. He left the child squealing in delight.
Chichi and Bulma, who'd been watching, stared, a large sweatdrop coursing down the sides of their foreheads. Krillin was still in the Men's Room, Vegeta had left for his tenth bag of popcorn, and Android 18 was still being harassed by Goten, and now Trunks, about how she had Marron.
The two friends looked to each other and burst out laughing, wiping tears from the sides of their eyes.
Hercule sure was something, alright, but they weren't too sure if it was "Great".
It was something more along the lines of "Idiotic".
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Gohan turned, banging his head against the wall, lightly. He had been doing that for the past ten minutes; for the first five, he didn't realize how hard he had been doing it, but after he heard a shriek and the tinkling of broken glass, he used less power and just barely tapped the side of the wood. This still made the entire training room vibrate, fortunately not enough for the contestants to notice.
With each bang of his head against the wall, he mentally yelled to himself.
::*She...*bang*...hates...*bang...you!..*bang...You..*bang*...messed...*bang*...every - *bang - thing *bang*.... UP!!!*::
He felt a tap at his shoulder and turned around. One of the officials had taken notice to the whacking of his head, and was apparently worried. He smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.
"It's an excercise my sensei taught me,"
he lied, trying not to make eye contact with the uniformed man. The official nodded slowly, eyeing him carefully, then walked away, clipboard in hand.
Gohan let out a breath of relief, then stopped. Videl's ki had moved, and it wasn't in the room... He turned, running up to the opening into the stage and looked through the curtain, his eyes widening.
Videl was going to fight, and it almost seemed like her opponent was too much of a match for her.
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To be continued...
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Sorry this chapter took forever to took out, and that it's pretty short!! Myyyyy bad!! Anywho, I'll try to get the next one out, soon. ::*Damn Finals! They're killing me!!*:: Oh, yeah, please Review if you've read this, I need feedback! Thanks to those who do **wink**