The next few days passed rather quickly and uneventfully, Fukiko spent most of her time avoiding Goro, who had decided to become her friend, whether she wanted him to or not, and she really wanted to focus on training rather than friends. Then, Monday came, and the World Martial Arts Tournament was set to begin.
Trunks walked into Fukiko's room early in the morning, Giru waking hearing the door creak, and flew over to visit his old friend. Trunks patted him on the head, and Fukiko awoke.
"Monday already?" She said as she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and letting out a yawn. Her father nodded. "Showtime I guess," she swung her legs from her bed and walked over to the closet, and dawned her training outfit. Trunks smiled.
"I can't believe my daughter is going to be a fighter."
"Well start believing," she said sticking her toungue out at him. The pair headed downstairs, where Vegeta sat waiting. Fukiko nodded at her grandfather, who returned the gesture. The trio set out flying and headed for the arena. Within thirty minutes, they arived there. Fukiko checked in and sat, waiting amongst the other contestants for their turn to fight. The first few matches passed rather quickly and idly. Then, she saw a familiar mass of frazzled black hair heading into the arena.
"The next match is between Son Goro and Yamamoto Tanaka," roared a speaker somewhere nearby, though invisible to Fukiko through the crowd. She cheered. The match was over before Fukiko even blinked. Yamamoto was lying in a heap against the stands, the announcer walked over and raised Goro's hand. "The victor is Son Goro." The crowd clapped, still in awe from the speed of the match. Fukiko gulped slightly. Lucky shot... Goro returned to the stands and took the empty seat next to her.
"Hiya Fukiko, did you catch my match?" He beamed. She nodded. "It's not to fair though, they let anyone fight in this thing," he said with a shrug.
"Don't put yourself down, it was still a good fight," Fukiko smiled. Goro's face flushed, thought Fukiko didn't notice as the next match began. The next few continued uneventfully, as Fukiko stood in the wings, until at last it was Fukiko's turn. She walked into the ring and stood facing her opponent. He was large and muscular, with bright green hair and eyes. He laughed as she entered.
"A little girl? Piece of cake!" Fukiko's eyes narrowed.
"And now, the last match is Briefs Fukiko and Hana Mizu," the announcer said entering the ring. The bell rang and the big lunk of Mizu headed over to her. She turned swiftly and kicked her leg up, Mizu went flying and made the stands behind him crack. The crowd stared in awe. "The victor is Briefs Fukiko!" The annoucer said as the audience roared.
Fukiko returned to her seat, and Goro clapped her on the back.
"Well done!" Goro smiled. Fukiko shrugged. The next series of matches passed painfully slowly, until Goro disappeared and headed back down to fight. His opponent managed to put up little resistance, and again he was declared the victor. Several matches later, it was Fukiko's turn to fight. This time she faced a girl named Hon Akai. Akai managed to stand for about three of Fukiko's hits before she went soaring out of the ring. She returned and was again praised by Goro, she stared across the stands searching for her family, but to no avail, and sighed. Soon enough, Goro headed down and fought again, winning after a minute or so of fighting, and returned, excitedly asking if Fukiko thought he was a good fighter. She shrugged and his shoulders drooped as he sat beside her. Fukiko then got up and headed down to the ring, this time fighting a man similar in stature to her first competitor, named Ishyouni Heya. The two fought for all of thirty seconds before she sent him flying out of the stadium. She returned and was once more praised by Goro, to which she rolled her eyes. He pouted. Weirdo... She thought. The round ended quickly and Goro again headed down to fight, struggling slightly until his opponent fell from the ring. He headed back up to the stands, hoping for Fukiko's praise, but she instead insisted he use more control in his swings, else she feared he might strain a muscle. He again drooped into his seat as Fukiko left to fight. This time she fought another large man named Fakkusu Kuroi. Their match ended quickly as he fell stepping back to spring at Fukiko, and slid outside of the ring. She groaned and returned, Goro insisting she would get a good fighter next round. Goro headed down and quickly ended the match. He returned ignoring Fukiko and sat with a thunk, Fukiko headed down wondering why he looked upset, and almost fell from the ring during her match, but caught herself and flew back and kicked her opponent out of the ring. She stood next to the announcer.
"And now, time for the final match," He said, as the audience cheered. "Son Goro against Briefs Fukiko!" Her stomach dropped as she watched him enter the arena. "When these two's fathers met here, Fukiko's stood victorious. Will history repeat itself, or will Son Goro change this?" He stared across at her and flushed red again. She raised an eyebrow. The bell rang and the two headed towards each other.