The crowd was getting restless, which in the entertainment business was a very bad sign.

During the ten minute intermission, an inquiry was launched into the "controversial" sixth match. With Hercule raising a fuss about tricks and fake martial arts, the monks informed the judges that they would be investigating the ring for any traps and/or anything that could be considered suspicious.

And that was how a ten minute intermission was going on forty minutes.

"This is completely ridiculous."

Gohan nodded his agreement. After hearing the announcement of the delay, the disguised saiyan had walked over to the announcer and had a nice conversation with the guy. Apparently, the aged man was on his side, which was a good and bad thing. Good that someone believed in the demi-saiyan's abilities; bad that it was the announcer. If the guy even uttered a peep of his opinion, the whole tournament would be cancelled on the premise of bias judging.

Not exactly something you'd want to happen on your only day off from studying.

"They're not gonna find anything," the announcer said frustrated. "The crowd is getting bored and if we don't get this thing up and running again, we might as well cancel the whole thing."

"I hear ya," Gohan said. "I guess celebrity status can get you anything nowadays."

"True, true."

It was at that point that something unexpected happen. Sometime during the delay, Videl had gotten fed up with the whole charade and approached the judges' table. At the top of her lungs, the Satan girl shouted "Enough is enough already! You've checked the whole ring five times and have yet to find anything that could change the ruling on the sixth match! Let's get this thing going already!"

Visibly shaken, each judge nodded their head and gave a thumbs up to the announcer, who said "It's about time." Turning to Gohan, the man said "You probably should head back to the waiting area."

"Sounds good to me," the saiyan said relieved. As Gohan turned to head back, he suddenly had the feeling someone was watching him. Searching all around him, the demi-saiyan spotted Yamu staring at him, a not very friendly expression on his face.

As the two stared down, Gohan couldn't help this weird feeling building up in his gut. Then Yamu turned and walked back into the waiting area, disappearing inside the building. Frowning, the Son boy had the feeling he was gonna have to keep his eye on that guy. It was then that his thoughts were interrupted by a voice coming over the stadium speakers.

"SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT FOLKS, BUT NOW WE WILL NOW START THE SECOND ROUND!" the announcer said into his mike, much to the crowd's pleasure. "STARTING OFF, WE HAVE THE YOUNG BUT POWERFUL GOTEN TAKING ON THE NEW FAVORITE OF THE TOURNAMENT, MUALI!"

At this, both fighters walked out and entered the ring, Muali completely focused on the mission at hand while Goten shuffled a bit out of nervousness. Even after being in the tournament for as long as he had been, it was still unnerving to be surrounded by all of the people here.

"FIGHTERS READY? BEGIN!"

As Goten continued to shuffle, Muali closed his eyes and smirked, thinking 'I'm not sure how this little twerp beat someone like Pintaur, but he won't be defeating me that easily.' His eyes opening and his face twisting into a serious expression, Muali said aloud "I'll beat him with one blow."

Dashing towards the little boy, the dark skinned man readied himself to take the kid down.

Catching his opponent's movement out of the corner of his eye, Goten quickly forgot about the crowd and raised his hands in front of him. Mere seconds later, Muali's right fist was firmly secure in Goten's left hand.

Not deterred, Muali swung his other fist and got the same result as the Son boy caught that punch as well. Thinking quickly, the dark skinned man kicked out at his tiny opponent, who leapt into the air, seemingly hovering at eye level with the taller foe.

And then Goten swung his own foot out, connecting the tip of his foot with the man's chin and causing it to snap backwards. It was almost comical as Mauli seemed to be looking completely behind him, upside down, and his eyes bulging out of their sockets from the blow.

Slowly, the man fell backwards, knocked out from the simple attack. When the announcer counted to ten, he said "AND GOTEN IS THE WINNER BY KNOCKOUT!" which caused the crowd to roar with applause.

Walking into the fighter's waiting area, Goten looked up to Gohan and said "Mr. Saiyaman? I'm bored. This tournament isn't fun anymore."

Gohan chuckled as he rubbed his hand through his brother's hair. "Sorry about that Squirt. You'll just have to wait to fight me to have a challenge."

As the two interacted, Videl could only look on with wide eyes. That little boy wasn't having any fun? He had just taken down two of the tournament's favorites to win the whole thing and he hadn't broken a sweat! Who was this kid?


"FIGHTERS READY?"

Standing in the middle of the ring, Mighty Mask and Yamu faced each other; each one ready to take the other out. This would be an interesting match to say the least.

"BEGIN!"

It was faster than the eye could see. It left everyone wondering what had happened. But one thing was unquestionable. Whatever it was, it resulted with Yamu standing in his place with Mighty Mask's fist implanted in the man's gut.

Yamu just looked as if he was in a daze before he coughed up blood, falling to his knees as he covered his stomach with is hands. Soon, he fell into unconsciousness, despite the immense amount of pain in his body.

Completely surprised, the announcer slowly said "And Mighty Mask is the winner…"

Soon, the shock wore off and the crowd was cheering, none of their attention on the fallen Yamu, who was being taken off with a stretcher.

Meanwhile, Mighty Mask was entering the waiting area again when he felt a pair of eyes on him. Looking, he saw that Saiyaman fellow looking at him, a serious look behind his sunglasses. Grinning, the disguised man just continued his walk, paying no more attention to his watcher.

It was that simple action that really got Gohan on high alert. Who ever that guy was, he had no fear of him whatsoever. If anything, the guy was enjoying the knowledge he had someone's attention. That and the fact that the saiyan couldn't get a read on his power level were combining to make a very troubled young man worried.

That was until Videl approached him and poked him in the stomach.

Completely caught off guard from it, Gohan couldn't help but giggle like a little school boy. Once his fit was over, a blush covered his face as he saw the amused look on Videl's face. "That was an interesting reaction."

"Yeah…I guess," the disguised saiyan said.

"Well, just so you know, your match is about to start."

That got the demi-saiyan's attention. "Oh, thanks," he said before heading off to the ring. He was still a bit clueless as to who he would be fighting since he hadn't really seen the match before his. What kind of guy would he be fighting? Knowing his luck, it'd be a Hercule wannabe wanting to get revenge on him.

Sometimes it just sucked when he would be right.


To Brenthforever: I just can't help making references to past fics. Its definitely something I plan to continue.

RyRy tested; MaMa approved