After receiving congratulations from Gohan and a weird-out Videl, Goten had made his way back to the buffet table to stuff his face. In the meantime, Muali and Rockie had made their way into the ring and were ready to fight.

When the announcer gave the signal, Rockie launched into a barrage of punches. Mauli, however, blocked them with ease, slowly moving backwards as his opponent pressed on. "If this is the best you've got," the dark man said, "then the match is mine."

"We'll see about that!" Rockie cried out as he continued his assault.

Watching from the sidelines, Gohan grew bored with the fighting. It was obvious to him that Mauli had the advantage and soon the fight, especially since all Rockie did was throw punches. It was just a simple matter of wearing the guy out.

Suddenly, a high power level popped up, catching the saiyan's attention. Checking the ki, Gohan paled and nearly swore out loud. What in the world was Frieza doing here? That guy was dead already or should've been; there was no way he could be here! Yet the ki signal was very much his as it was very much in the room with him.

Then as soon as it appeared, it disappeared, alarming the demi-saiyan. Something was up, that much he knew. What it was though, he didn't know and didn't like that he didn't.

Looking at the fighters in the room, Gohan did a quick check of who could and who couldn't be Frieza, including Videl. Much to his aggravation, none of the fighters came close to Frieza's level. But since the strongest people in the tournament at the moment were the very people in this room, it couldn't be anyone else.

Closing his eyes and letting out a sigh, the saiyan knew he had some work to do. Well, might as well get some senzu beans, just in case things got nasty. If Frieza was around again, he himself would be enough to take the tyrant down; though you never knew what would happen in a fight.

Taking a look at Videl and was happy to see she was too engrossed with the current match to be paying attention to him, Gohan slowly slipped away to a more secluded place before taking off in the direction of Korin's tower.


"AND THE WINNER IS MUALI!" the announcer cried out after the dark skinned man knocked his opponent out. Bringing his arms across his chest, Muali had a smug look on his face. The boxer was just not a challenge to his prowess, bordering on embarrassment. If the rest of the tournament was like this, he'd be holding that belt in no time.

Leaving the ring, Muali said to monks rushing to help Rockie out "Give the weakling my regards."

However, when he had said that, Videl had been within hearing distance, a scowl working onto her face. How could that guy be so cold to a guy who fought him with everything he had? This Muali guy better lose before she got to him; otherwise he'd be leaving the stadium in a body cast.

"AND NOW FOLKS, I WOULD LIKE TO INTRODUCE YOU TO OUR NEXT FIGHTERS!" the announcer said as the crowd roared its approval. "FIRST UP IS MIGHTY MASK! HE LOST IN THE FIRST ROUND HIS LAST TIME IN THE TOURNAMENT. HOPEFULLY HE'LL HAVE BETTER LUCK THIS TIME!"

"AND FACING HIM WILL BE KILLA! THIS FIGHTER MANAGED TO MAKE IT TO THE SECOND ROUND THE LAST TOURNAMENT, LOSING TO THE CHAMP HIMSELF. WE'LL SEE IF HE DOES BETTER THIS YEAR!"

Both fighters went to their places, Mighty Mask standing at ease while Killa hopped from one foot to the other, his arms up like a boxer's. Smirking, Killa knew this fight would be his, considering that his opponent had never gone beyond the first round in any tournament. A cakewalk if anything.

"AND LET THE MATCH BEGIN!" the announcer shouted.

Charging, Killa let out a war cry, ready to knock out his disguised opponent quickly. However, just as he threw his first punch, Mighty Mask simply drew his left arm across his chest, then flung it out, delivering a backhand to Killa's face.

While the blow was simple enough, the power behind it was anything but. Once it made contact, Killa was sent flying out of the ring, slamming into the wall with enough force to implant the fighter into it; cracks spreading all around the impacted area. A dazed look was on Killa's face, incoherent sounds leaking from his mouth.

"AND MIGHTY MASK IS THE WINNER!"

Completely surprised, Videl was trying to process this last match. There was no way Mighty Mask had that kind of power, at least he didn't have it before. True he could've accumulated it between the previous tournament and this one, but the Satan girl had her doubts. Plus, Killa wasn't an opponent that would be dealt with so easily, even giving her father a run for his money before the eventual champ got the upper hand.

Maybe it was possible that Killa had been slacking off? That seemed to be the only reasonable answer she could think of. Smirking, Videl couldn't help but think that this fight would be quite a wake up call for the other fighters. Goes to show you can't put off training because of previous results.

"MOVING RIGHT ALONG, LET'S MEET OUR NEXT FIGHTERS! LI JET AND YAMU!"

"Hmm, this should be an interesting fight, don't you think Saiyaman?" Videl commented before turning to look at the hero, finding him absent from his spot.

"What?! Where'd he go?!" the Satan girl shouted surprised, looking around for the caped bozo. Where the hell did he go? He was just standing next to her a minute ago.

Growling a bit, Videl turned to watch the present fight, a bit peeved. That guy better not have gotten too far since his match was coming up in the match after the next one.


"So you're fighting in the World Martial Arts Tournament, huh Gohan?" a fat samurai said, his arms across his chest.

"That's right Yajirobe," Gohan replied as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Well, you should've told me about it kid. I could've shown everyone there a thing or two," Yajirobe complained, leaning back against one of the thin columns of the tower.

The saiyan just smiled as he began shifting around on his feet. As far as he knew, his match was coming up and he needed to get back pretty soon if he didn't want to get disqualified. Apparently, Korin had done some spring cleaning around the place and had misplaced the tree that grew the mystical beans.

A perfect recipe to make a young demi-saiyan grow impatient.

"Don't fret too much there Kid, I've almost found it," Korin shouted from somewhere in the tower. A sudden crash came from below followed by the cat's voice again. "Well, it's not there. Better check some other place."

Blowing the air out of his mouth, Gohan could only wait as Korin searched his tower for the beans.


To R: Oy, another short one. Sorry about that. My notes called for it though and there wasn't much I could do to change it. Just checked my next one though and that should have some meat on it.

RyRy tested; MaMa approved