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"It's been too long, Trogaar," Vegeta said, putting Trogaar on the defensive with a barrage of melee attacks.

"It hasn't been long enough, Troq," Trogaar said bluntly, throwing an attack of his own.

Vegeta disappeared, hitting Trogaar in the back with a kick.

Trogaar whipped around, slamming the back of his palm into Vegeta's cheek.

Vegeta flipped back and landed on his feet. "You've grown slightly more powerful since last time."

"What do you mean slightly?!" Trogaar shouted. "Stop toying with me!"

Vegeta threw an actual punch into Trogaar's chin, shaking the mighty alien's vision. He followed with a knee strike to the stomach, making Trogaar stumble back in pain. "What's the matter?" Vegeta said. "Tired already?" He hopped into the air, kicking Trogaar in the chin. He flipped back and fired a volley of chi blasts faster than his opponent could dodge.

Trogaar crossed his arms, blocking the blasts through clenched teeth. "I will not lose!" He let out a battle cry and charged, throwing a punch toward the Saiyan.

Vegeta ducked the punch and followed with a burst of jabs to the alien's stomach. He rolled backward and fired a chi blast into Trogaar's face. "I'm afraid you just did." Vegeta leaped forward, finishing the battle with a flying kick to the chest. The force snapped all of Trogaar's ribs and crushed his sternum. Vegeta turned to the Gordanians. "Take your pitiful leader and leave before I decide that he'd look better in my trophy room than crying in space."

The Gordanians raised their blasters and fired. The beams bounced off Vegeta's hand.

"Your choice," Vegeta said, aiming a chi blast at Trogaar as the announcer said ten.

"We have a winner!" the announcer said. "Vegeta, congratulations!"

Vegeta deflected a volley of laser beams back at their owners and walked off stage. Trogaar climbed to his feet. "This is not over, Vegeta!"

"I'll be waiting," Vegeta said, returning to his block.

Trogaar scowled. He opened a communicator device on his wrist. "Scotty, beam me up."

The Gordanians vanished in thin air.

"Let's get on to the next fight!" the announcer said, pulling out a cue card. "Hailing from Gotham City and now a member of the junior Justice League, Young Justice, this redheaded femme fatale worked alongside Robin and the world famous Batman! Welcome our block two finalist: Batgirl!"

A tall, light-skinned girl with long, wavy red hair and a toned, curvy figure cartwheeled onto the stage in a black and yellow suit similar to Batman's costume. Her cape was yellow with a black bat emblem on the back. A yellow bat emblem spread its wings across her chest. Her gloves were yellow as well, but already stained red from beating other opponents. Her black mask concealed her eyes and nose. She folded her arms, copying her mentor's silent, brooding actions.

"And her opponent: a soldier bee and dean's list student from the infamous H.I.V.E Academy, Private H.I.V.E!"

Private H.I.V.E, a tall, muscular white man in a form-fitting uniform and mask with yellow and black stripes walked onto the stage.

"Come to center!" the announcer said, waiting until Batgirl and Private H.I.V.E reached the middle of the stage. "Begin!"

Batgirl sent a powerful kick into the honor student's chest, blowing him across the stage and sliding toward the edge.

"Wow!" the announcer exclaimed as the crowd went ecstatic. "In one kick, Batgirl has knocked her opponent to the edge of the ring! That's a distance of forty feet!"

Batgirl rushed toward her opponent with peak-human speed. "This is what your school offers?"

Private H.I.V.E hopped to his feet. "No," he said, cocking his fist back. "This is!"

Batgirl slid under the punch and returned with an uppercut, sending him into the stands twenty feet away.

"That's enough!" the announcer said. "Batgirl is the victor!"

The private climbed to his feet and pulled out a gun. "I'll be damned if that happens!"

A red, t-shaped boomerang knocked the gun out of his hand. "Get outta here, private, before I sink your teeth in!" Robin shouted, scaring the student away.

Batgirl turned toward Robin's block and blew a kiss. "I owe you one, Robin." She returned to her block.

"We can catch up later," Robin said.

"What is this?" the announcer said. "Batgirl and Robin in the same tournament? Is this a superhero reunion?" He realized no one was laughing. He cleared his throat. "Anyway, let's bring on our block three finalists: Static and Overload!"

A tall, lean African American young man with black dreadlocks wearing a black jumpsuit with yellow boots, a long, blue trench coat and a silver mask covering his eyes and nose walked on stage. In the middle of his chest was a yellow ring with a lightning bolt emblem inside of it. Following him was a large, humanoid mass of white electricity with a red computer chip in its face. A black "M" with curved ends and thin points was carved into the chip.

"What, no intro?" Static said. "I'm disappointed." He turned to Overload. "It doesn't matter anyway; Overload's about to go home."

"Confident, are we?" Overload said in a deep voice filled with static.

"That electronic red chip of yours provides you with power," Static said. "I can disrupt that."

"For how long?" Overload asked.

"Ten seconds," Static said. "Ten counts." He turned to the announcer. "I'm sure you want to get to the other events, so I'll stop talking."

The announcer nodded. "Come to center! Begin!"

Static slid back like he was on ice and slammed his fist into the stage. A blue energy field surrounded the entire stadium, shutting off cameras, cell phones, speakers, and microphones. Overload screamed in defiance as his humanoid form started to shrink. The computer chip that was Overload sat on the ground.

"Static wasn't kidding," the announcer shouted. He counted to ten. "Can you turn everything back on?"

"Oh, right." Static hit the stage again and the blue energy field disappeared. Anything electronic turned on again, including Overload.

Overload grew to his former self. "How dare you!" his fists started to spark. "I'll destroy you! I'll-"

"Overload," Slade's voice said from one of the blocks. "That's enough. You'll get your chance."

"I will get you for this," Overload said, stomping off the stage and leaving the arena as a bolt of electricity.

"For our next battle, we have Miss Martian, the mind-melting mistress from outer space, and her opponent, the silent boy of solitude, Jericho!" The announcer gestured the two young contestants onto the stage. Miss Martian was a tall, slender girl with green skin, amber eyes, and brown hair reaching down to her shoulders. She wore a short-sleeved white top with a red X on it, along with a blue skirt, a cape, blue gloves, and black, ankle high boots.

Jericho stepped onto the stage shortly after. He was a short, scrawny, light-skinned boy with blonde hair and green eyes wearing blue jeans, a purple vest over a white, long-sleeved shirt, and golden bands around his wrists and ankles on his black shoes.

"Are you ready?" the announcer said, pushing his sunglasses closer to his face. "Begin!"

Neither contestant moved. The crowd was filled with silence.

The announcer reluctantly stepped onto the stage. "I said start."

Miss Martian and Jericho continued to stare at each other in silence. They did not blink.

He waved his hand in front of Jericho's face but received no reaction. "Hello? Anybody home?"

The crowd started murmuring.

"Apparently there is an intense staring contest going on," he said. "Maybe if I tap him-"

"Don't touch them!" Raven shouted.

The announcer turned toward her block. "Why not?"

"There is a powerful psychic battle happening between their minds," Raven said. "If you disrupt them, you'll hurt them badly!"

"Oh," the announcer said. "Sorry." He cleared his throat. "Well, folks, it looks like I can't do anything about this."

The crowd started to yell in anger, shouting for what they came here for.

"I'm sorry," the announcer said. "I can't do anything about this."

"I'll give them ten minutes," a deep, booming voice said from inside The Master's watchtower, silencing the crowds. "Once that time is up, I'll snap them out of it."

"Well," the announcer said. "The Master has spoken." He rolled up his sleeve. "At three o'clock sharp, I'll tap both of them."

"It's sad they can't see this," Gohan said in his communicator, feeling Jericho and Miss Martian's chi signatures clash.

"I knew Jericho was good," Beast Boy said, "but Miss Martian has the upper hand. Jericho's done for."

"I'm surprised you know what's happening," Raven said.

"I was taught by Piccolo," Beast Boy said. "Mind reading and chi sensing were some of the first lessons." Beast Boy shuddered. "I remember them fondly."

"What's goin' on?" Billy asked.

"They're having a powerful psychic battle," Gohan said.

"Who's winning?"

"Miss Martian is," Gohan said. "Her power is remarkable."

Jericho's eyes rolled into the back of his head. He fell back and closed his eyes as he went unconscious.

Miss Martian's eyes widened as she took a deep breath. "That was close," she said, falling to her knees.

"We have a winner by knock-out!" the announcer exclaimed, running onto the stage to check Jericho's pulse. "Miss Martian is the winner!"

The crowd clapped, not only because she won but they could finally see other fights.

"Next up: Blue Beetle, the man with an exoskeleton, versus Fang, spider-man of Jump City!"

Medics rushed onto the stage and carried Jericho to the hospital. Miss Martian walked off the stage, receiving a fist bump from a young man of average height wearing a blue and black, full-body suit made of material similar to a beetle's shell. A blue, glowing scarab sat in the center of is chest. "Nice job," he said with a slight Spanish accent. "I could read your power levels. You were really off the charts."

"Thanks," she said cheerily. "Good luck to you-"

"Get back to your block," Fang said, crawling onto the stage.

"Don't worry," Blue Beetle said to his friend. "I got this." He hopped on stage.

"Come to center!" the announcer said, running off the stage. "Begin!"

Fang and Blue Beetle clashed in a battle of bugs. Beast Boy intently stared at Fang's spider body and Blue Beetle's suit. "Maybe I can do that." He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his body morph at his will. He opened his eyes again, seeing eight, giant, metallic spider legs. "Sweet." He morphed back into a human and continued watching the battle.

Fang spat venom from his mouth at the Blue Beetle. The scarab wielding teen hopped over it and landed a punch in Fang's eyes. "Yeah, I know, wings," Blue Beetle said. Four wide, blue, transparent wings shot out of his back like knives. "No, scarab, I'm not taking over the universe," he said bluntly.

"Who are you talking to?" Fang asked, firing a line of web at his opponent.

Blue Beetle caught the web and flapped his wings, pulling Fang into the air and spinning him around. "My scarab," he said. "It's a bit of a nuisance."

Fang whipped his head back, pulling Blue Beetle toward him.

"Look!" Blue Beetle exclaimed. "A bug!" A small, black lens protruded from his hands. He slammed his palms into Fang's face and a bright flash followed, blinding the spider.

Blue Beetle flew into the air as Fang dropped to his feet, using his human arms to rub his eyes.

"Here comes the boot!" Blue Beetle exclaimed, nailing Fang with a heel strike to the head.

Fang slumped over and fell into unconsciousness.

"Looks like I win," he said, dropping to the ground.

The announcer counted to ten. "We have a winner! Blue Beetle of Young Justice!"

The crowed cheered as Blue Beetle walked off the stage.

"The next one is going to be exciting, folks!" the announcer said. "Let's give a welcome to the lady of steel, putting the power in girl power, Supergirl!"

Trunks' jaw dropped as a blue-eyed bombshell with long, wavy blonde hair and full lipswearing a cheerleader version of Superman's costume burst from her block and into the air receiving cheers from her many fans. Her skin was lightly tanned and her blue, short-sleeved shirt adorned with the Superman emblem cut off at the bottom of her ribs, revealing her flat stomach and a short, blue skirt with a yellow belt showed off her toned legs. She also wore a red cape, white gloves, and red boots with yellow laces. He opened his communicator. "Cyborg, remember that thing with Blackfire?"

"Yeah," Cyborg said. "Who could forget?"

"Me," Trunks said.

"Say what?" Cyborg said.

Trunks put away his communicator.

"And her opponent," the announcer said. "The Herald!"

The Herald was an African hero wearing a blue cape over a blue and black marching band uniform with a silver trumpet emblem on his chest. He hopped onto the stage. Supergirl landed on her feet. "You're the Herald?" Supergirl asked. "I thought you were taller than that."

"I make up for it," Herald said, clearing his throat.

"Ready?" the announcer said. "Begin!"

The Herald hopped back and filled his lungs with air. "Try this!" He screamed out a loud, powerful B-flat like a trumpet, sending a powerful energy blast from his mouth.

Supergirl dodged with lightning speed.

Trunks felt her power spike. That's crazy!

Supergirl sent a sweep kick to Herald's legs, knocking him off his feet. She followed with a super fast volley of kicks to Herald's ribs, sending him flying out of the ring.

"In one of the fastest victories I have seen in my entire career," the announcer said, "Supergirl wins the match!"

Supergirl bowed to the audience. "Thank you all for coming!" she said, flying back to her block. She glanced at Trunks and rolled her eyes as he stared at her.

Trunks snapped himself out of it. "Damn it!" he cursed under his breath. "You killed Frieza and Cell. You're too cool to stare."

"Trunks versus Cinderblock!" the announcer called.

Trunks put his hair up in a bun and walked out. His opponent, a huge, humanoid creature made out of cement with red eyes and the "M" on Overload's chip on his chest, leaped onto the stage. "Meet doom!" he barked.

"What's he doing here?!" Cyborg exclaimed.

"It's called a secret plan, dork," Gizmo said.

"If it was a secret plan, why did you say anything?" Cyborg said.

"Because Robin's already suspicious," Gizmo said.

"So you are tapping our communicators!" Cyborg barked.

"I'm a bad guy!" Gizmo shouted. "That's what I do!"

Cyborg and Gizmo continued bickering and Trunks walked on stage in an outfit identical to Vegeta's.

"This newcomer is wearing a costume just like Prince Vegeta's!" the announcer exclaimed. "May I ask, are you two coordinating or-"

"He's my father," Trunks said.

"Vegeta has a son?" the announcer asked. "Wow! I didn't know that, folks!"

"Right," Trunks said, fastening his red scouter to his face. He fell into a turtle-style stance. "Let's get on with it."

"Okay! Come to center, Cinderblock!" the announcer said.

Cinderblock pounded his fists together and walked to the center of the ring.

"Begin!"

Cinderblock attacked first, smashing his fist into the ground. Trunks flipped back and charged, pummeling the cement man with punches. Trunks attacked fast and furiously, not allowing Cinderblock to brace himself.

"Even with Cinderblock towering over the young fighter, Trunks has the upper hand!" the announcer said.

"Remember why you're here," Slade said. "Fight."

Cinderblock let out a battle cry and returned a punch. Trunks fazed out, kicking Cinderblock in the back. The brute whipped around, smashing the back of his hand into Trunks' side. Trunks disappeared again, delivering a heel kick to Cinderblock's head. The Saiyan disappeared and reappeared numerous times, battering his opponent from attacks on all sides. Trunks knocked Cinderblock to the ground with a sweep kick and hopped back, falling into a Daimao stance and waiting for Cinderblock to rise.

"It may end here, folks!" the announcer said. "One.. Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine..."

"Cinderblock!" Slade shouted.

Cinderblock slowly rose to his feet.

"Cinderblock is up again!" the announcer said. Trunks disappeared again. "I don't think he will be for long!"

Trunks appeared in front of Cinderblock and sent a punch into his face, reopening a crack left by another fight. Trunks followed with a powerful uppercut, lifting the cement man into the air. Cinderblock slid to the edge of the ring, but was on his feet again in no time.

"You're resilient," Trunks said, rushing toward him. "I'm afraid I have to stop that." He kicked Cinderblock in the chest, putting a long crack in it and knocking him out of the ring.

"Trunks wins by ring-out!" the announcer exclaimed, followed by the roars of Trunks' new fans.

Trunks glanced at Supergirl. She was on her phone. Trunks cursed himself again. Better luck next time, I guess? He hopped off the stage and returned to his block.

"Trunks is faster than what you told us," Robin said to Cyborg over his communicator.

"And stronger," Raven said. "You and Blackfire underestimated him, didn't you?"

"I'm gonna have to apologize to him after that display," Cyborg said.

"We have reached the moment you've all been waiting for!" the announcer exclaimed. "The returning champ has breezed through the preliminaries and is now to face Superboy in the ring, please welcome him home, Mister Hercule Satan!"

Mister Satan leaped onto the stage. He was a tall, hairy Japanese man with a black afro and handlebar mustache. He wore a brown vest with white pants and a golden championship belt. "Praise the champ!" he exclaimed, making the entire stadium shake with excitement.

Superboy flew onto the stage. He was a tall, muscular Kryptonian with short, black hair and blue eyes. He wore a black tee-shirt with a red Superman emblem on it with blue jeans.

"I'm afraid Superboy is out of luck," the announcer said. "Come to center and begin!"

Hercule charged. "Alright, super-punk, prepare to get-"

Superboy punched him in the cheek, sending him spiraling out of the ring. The crowd gasped. The announcer took his glasses off to gawk at the alien. "Was I the only one who saw that? Superboy managed to knock Hercule out of the ring with one punch! I can't believe it! The champion loses!"

Hercule hopped to his feet. "Hey! I declare a rematch! I lost my footing!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that," the announcer said. "You lost, and now you have to leave the fighting grounds and try again next year."

The crowd angrily protested. Hercule took the microphone. "Do not fear, fans! I will be back next year to reclaim my title!"

Boos turned into cheers as Hercule sorely left the arena and Superboy returned to his block.

The announcer cleared his throat. "There's still hope, folks! Hercule will return next year, no doubt with a vengeance! However, I cannot dwell on Hercule's fight for too long; let's welcome our block nine finalists: the Teen Titan's mysterious mistress of magic, Raven, and her opponent, the beacon of bad luck for all who face her, Jinx!"

Raven and Jinx walked onto the stage. "Take her down, Raven!" Beast Boy shouted.

"Isn't that cute?" Jinx said. "Your little boyfriend is cheering you on!"

"I'm impressed," Raven said. "You used 'friend' in the right context."

Jinx scowled. "I'll make you wish you never said that."

They stopped walking at the center of the ring. "I'll make you wish you never came here." Raven took on a Crane stance.

"I'm so scared," Jinx said, rolling her eyes.

"You may be sarcastic now," Raven said, "but I'll make you know fear."

"Are you ready?" the announcer said. "Begin!"

What do you guys think so far? Who else do you think is going to be in the tournament? Who do you think should fight?