Chapter 11: The Champ Dethroned

A/N: What's up guys! I am now passing by the 10 chapter mark (a first for me) with this 11th chapter! I'm rather excited for this update, but before we get to the story I would first like to thank and respond to the many reviewers who have left comments for me:

Supersaiyaninfinitygohan: I'm glad you enjoyed the fight! Also, the gap in power isn't really all that large, Goten is just much faster than Trunks while the latter's strength is superior. Ah well, they're likely to become insignificant soon enough (as themselves, anyways. Not sure what use I may or may not have for Gotenks)

Ky111: You, my friend are quickly becoming one of my favorite reviewers. Believe it or not when I first made up my ladder for the tournament I did have Piccolo forfeiting his matchup to Supreme Kai, but when I read your review it reminded me of how insignificant canon made Piccolo look, so guess what? F*** forfeiting, Vegeta's fighting Shin now! Also, Bardock will be fighting, and while some people will be going all out, some will only sort of be going all out (for example Goku and Gohan may choose not to use SSJ2, but will use their full SSJ power.) Can Gohan go SSJ3? You'll have to wait for that one; hell, I'll have to wait for that one.

SSJ3 Kyuubi Gohan: Alright let's take this from the top. You'll have to wait and see for Gohan's full potential, Goten did not keep the tail, what Chichi said was supposed to be a halfhearted joke. Also, while I know most people hate the Saiyaman costume, I actually kind of like it…don't judge me Gohan did not go to school, the "Gold Fighter" never happened, just Saiyaman, and ASSJ is the equivalent to Super Vegeta. You want Videl to beat Mr. Satan? Well I guess you'll like this chapter then! Thanks for reading so much in one day, I appreciate it!

Dragonball256: Glad you liked the match! As for my tournament, it will be quite different from the canon one, in fact the only match that is the same is Gohan v Kibito, but the result will be quite different. I don't really know what role Bardock may or may not play beyond the tournament yet, I'm not sure if I just want him around for Goku at the tourney, or if I'll actually integrate him into the plot once Buu shows up.

Silverhawk88: The whole thing? Damn that's some dedication! Glad you like it so far!

Cottoncandy101: Phew I'm safe, thank god. Update soon? Well here ya go!

Exwindzz: You know…I thought what you said through, and that seems like a very intriguing idea. I'd be happy to write a story based on that premise, but since it's your idea I'll give you first dibs on that. If you don't want it, I'll write one and be sure to credit you for the idea. Just let me know through a review or PM!

Man I just love it when I get so many reviews for this story, just makes me feel like I'm really giving people enjoyment with it. Anyways, in this chapter Goten embarrasses Mr. Satan, the lots for the Adult division are drawn, and then Hercule gets destroyed some more! Onward to the action!

"Are you serious? I have to fight against that?" Goten asked Trunks in disbelief as he watched Mr. Satan show off to the crowd around them.

"Yeah, apparently the winner of this thing has to have a match against the previous champion of the adult division, so you get to fight the oaf," Trunks said.

Goten sweat dropped; not because he was afraid of Mr. Satan, but because he was worried about what would happen to the man when he lost this fight. Maybe I'll just go easy on him, Goten thought, since he did not want to do any real damage to the man.

Up in the stands, the Z-Fighters were quickly growing bored with the events that were taking place. The match between Goten and Trunks was great, but the general consensus was that this portion of the junior division didn't need their attention. After all, any one of them present, Videl included, could break Hercule like a twig. So nearly everybody turned away from the 'action' and prepared to go to their warm-up area. Videl, however, stayed right where she was. Gohan noticed this and turned back towards her, "Hey Videl, aren't you going to come with us?" he asked the girl.

Videl chuckled and shook her head. "Are you kidding?" She said with another chuckle, "I've wanted to see my dad get what's coming to him for seven years now; there's no way I'm gonna miss this." Gohan smiled and walked up next to her; he didn't really need to warm-up anyways.

Goten, for his part, was wondering whether or not this match was ever going to start. It just seemed like Hercule was here to show off to the crowd; he had been spending no less than the last five minutes flashing victory signs, yelling about how great he is, and even posing. In actuality Mr. Satan was really only doing this to delay the match. After all, he had seen the finals between Goten and Trunks, and he was scared shitless. The still-unrepaired hole through the arena was a constant reminder of what could happen to him during this fight.

His antics, however, could only distract the announcer from the fight for so long. So, in a comparatively unexcited voice compared to the one he used in the championship, he said "Alright ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the exhibition match between the junior division champion Goten," he paused and allowed the crowd to cheer for the boy. "And our world champion Mister Satan!" At the announcement of their savior, the already frenzied crowd went even wilder, earning an exasperated sigh from Gohan and Videl.

"How can they still cheer for my dad like that after they saw what Goten and Trunks could do?" Videl wondered aloud.

Gohan shrugged his shoulders at the question. "Well, your dad's reputation has been built up pretty big, so I guess they think he can do everything the boys did as well, except maybe flying," he explained to Videl.

The two fighters took their place in the center of the ring, and Hercule was sweating bullets. Suddenly, like a strike of lightning, an idea hatched in the champ's mind. That's it! he thought, and rushed over to Goten, motioning for the announcer to hold on for a minute as he did so.

"Hey, kid," he said leaning in real close to Goten's ear, making it seem like an exaggerated whisper. "This is only a practice fight, okay? So I'm gonna let you hit me once, then you're gonna let me hit you, and we'll make it a good show for the audience. Just make sure you don't hit me hard, it's just for fun after all!" he said with a nervous laugh. Goten raised his eyebrow at the question, but nodded in response nonetheless. The crowd, however, was having the reaction that Hercule wanted them to. Whispers of "What's he telling the kid?" and "Is he telling him some fighting secret?" moved through the audience. In short, it was general confusion at his actions.

"Remember!" Mr. Satan said back from his starting position, "Hit me lightly!" Goten nodded, and then took his stance.

The announcer gave his cue for the match to begin, and Hercule jogged over to Goten. Once he reached his position, he leaned towards Goten slightly, cuing him to take his shot. The boy threw what he thought was a very soft punch to Mr. Satan's stomach, but unfortunately for the man is was far more than he could handle. All of the air was quickly expelled from Mr. Satan's lungs, and he was sent flying ten feet in the air. Then with a resounding crash, he landed headfirst into the grass outside of the ring. Oops, looks like I hit him a little too hard, Goten thought to himself.

Surprisingly, Hercule showed unbelievable resilience for a man who was just thrown no less than fifty feet through the air, and quickly got up from the grass. "Bahahaha! That was one heck of a punch you got there boy! You beat me fair and square, I lost!" He said in a parental tone to Goten. The crowd applauded the boy, and Mister Satan's plan came to fruition. "He's such a great guy!" people shouted, "He let the boy win, that's so sweet!"

Very few people actually knew the truth of the matter: the fact that Hercule had just been humiliated by the weakest punch Goten could throw. One of these people was Videl, who was currently rolling on the ground laughing her face off. "Did you see that?!" she said to Gohan in a fit of laughter, "Goten hit him so hard he flew fifty feet and he wasn't even trying! That was the funniest thing I've ever seen!" She continued to roll around laughing, so Gohan tried to snap her out of it.

"Come on Videl, they're going to draw our lots any minute here, we've gotta get going," he said to the girl. She, however, was having none of it, and continued to laugh like an idiot. Gohan was now ever so slightly annoyed. "I'm serious Videl, we need to go!" This still produced no response from her, so with a sigh Gohan thought to himself, Well, if she wont get up on her own…

He walked next to where the girl lay on the ground, bent over and scooped her up into his arms and began to carry her over to where they would be drawing lots. This quickly caused Videl to cease her fit of laughter and blush hard. Gohan smiled down at her, "Hey, you wouldn't come and walk with me, so this was option B," he said, however this did nothing to cause the girl's blushing to cease.

The two walked like this for a bit, and while Videl was thoroughly enjoying 'option B,' she thought it may be a tad embarrassing for her to walk into the warm-up area like this, so using her ki she lifted herself out of Gohan's arms and onto the ground beside him.

When they walked into the warm-up area, the first thing they noticed was an argument between Krillin and Vegeta taking place. "Come on Vegeta, you lost the bet so pay up!" A laughing Krillin said to the angry Vegeta. Although he was having fun tormenting Vegeta with the fact that his 'all-powerful son' had lost to 'Kakarot's weakling brat," Krillin was borderline scared out of his pants. After all, when Vegeta gets angry, people generally die.

Luckily for him, however, Vegeta was not in the mood for killing the midget; at least not yet. "Fine! Take your ridiculous Earth currency!" he said gruffly, throwing the five thousand zenie at Krillin's face.

Krillin smirked as he caught the cash before it could smack his head. Now that the argument was over, Gohan walked up next to Goku, who was standing a few feet away from Krillin. "Hey dad," Gohan began, "why aren't the lots being drawn yet?"

The deceased man shrugged his shoulders. "Apparently we need to wait for everybody to be present before we start, and even though you two are here, we're still waiting on two more."

"Who's still missing?" Videl chimed in.

"Well let's see…" Goku said, making a mental list of all the people present. "It looks like your father is still 'recovering' from his match with Goten, and there's some guy named Mighty Mask who still isn't here yet."

"Mighty Mask? Never heard of him…" Gohan said, wondering where this mysterious person could be.

"There he is!" Trunks exclaimed in a loud whisper, pointing to the man in the white and blue outfit. He was walking towards the warm-up area where all the other competitors were, and if the boys didn't act fast he would make it there. Luckily for them, there was nobody else in sight. "Let's get him!" the lavender haired boy said, jumping over the fence that concealed them.

The boys' executed their plan like clockwork. Trunks ran in front of the man, whose name they did not know, and when he stopped to avoid hitting him Goten chopped him in the back of the neck. The competitor fell forward into unconsciousness immediately, and was only stopped from hitting the ground by Trunks catching him.

"Come on, Trunks! Let's hide this guy and take his outfit already!" Goten said eagerly. Trunks complied, and the two carried the man off to the showers, where they would lock him in until the completion of the tournament.

As soon as Goten walked into the warm-up area with Trunks on his shoulders, all eyes were instantly upon them. They were worried that they were being examined so thoroughly because their 'ingenious disguise' had been seen through; luckily for them, this was not the case.

"It's about time the weakling decided to show himself," Vegeta said, glad he no longer had to test his patience. "Although, it probably would have been better for you if you just stayed away," he said, now addressing the boys.

If it had been anybody else under the mask, they would have snapped back at Vegeta. Trunks, however, knew that this was the way his father always acted, so he instead tapped Goten lightly on the back with his legs, signaling him to walk away.

Mr. Satan had walked onto the scene a few minutes before the boys, and now that Mighty Mask was present and accounted for, the drawing of the lots could begin.

"Alright everybody," The blond-haired announcer began, without his microphone for the time being. "We're going to call you up in alphabetical order of the names you have given us, and when it is your turn you will pick a ball at random from this box next to me. The number on the ball you choose corresponds to a number on our tournament ladder, and this will determine the matchups for this year. Do we have any questions?"

Trunks was about to ask the announcer what his name was, but he realized what a ridiculous thing this would be to ask, so he bit his tongue. He and Goten would figure it out eventually. Nobody else seemed to have an issue with this system, so the announcer continued. "Okay then, first up is…18."

The blond-haired woman walked up to the box and reached her hand inside. "Is that really your name?" the announcer asked her with genuine curiosity.

She nodded and said, "Let's say my father was a rather dull man." With that, she grabbed onto one of the balls and pulled it out before showing it to the announcer.

"Number eight," he said, writing it down on his clipboard, "that puts you in the fourth match. Next up is…Bardock."

The Saiyan with the red band tied around his forehead stepped forward. So Bardock's his name, interesting, Gohan thought to himself as he watched the man reach down into the box. Bardock pulled out the first ball he felt and showed it to the announcer. "You are number 11, so you'll be in the sixth match." The Saiyan simply nodded in response and went back to the corner of the small ring.

"The next person is Gohan; come on up!" On cue, the teenage Saiyan walked up to the box. He could have sworn that when his hand went into the box the eyes of another one of the competitors sparkled for a moment, but he rode it off as nothing. After making his choice, he showed the ball to the announcer who read off his number. "You are number three, in the second match." Gohan nodded to him, and as he walked back to his spot he spared a glance at the purple man who caught his eye seconds earlier. The man in question looked back at him and smiled at him suspiciously. This odd smile was enough to confirm Gohan's suspicions that this man fixed his draw. Geez, first a Saiyan, now a purple alien with magic. This day just keeps getting weirder, Gohan thought to himself.

"Okay…Goku is next! It's nice to see you at this tournament again!" The announcer said warmly.

Goku walked up to the box and returned the greeting, "It's good to see you too!" As he reached into the box the announcer eyed him curiously.

"What's up with the halo over your head?" he asked.

Goku pulled out his ball and looked at the man with confusion for a second. Then, as if just remembering why he had the halo in question himself, he said, "Oh, this? I'm dead, so I have a halo. Here's my ball by the way."

The announcer just sweat dropped. He's kidding…right? he thought to himself. After a second or so, he recovered and looked at the number on the ball Goku had handed him. "You are number 10, starting out in match five." Goku nodded and walked back to his post next to Gohan, although a few strange looks were sent his way due to the statement he just made. "Okay, next up is Hercule." The afro-haired man stepped up to the box with a confident look on his face, and pulled out the first ball he laid hands on with authority. The announcer looked at the ball, and with his brain on autopilot said, "You're number one."

"BAHAHAHA!" Mr. Satan burst into his loud laugh. "You've got that right!" Several of the competitors simply rolled their eyes at the sad coincidence, and eventually the oaf returned to where he was waiting previously.

"Alright then," the announcer said after the small spectacle was over, "Next we have Jewel." The fighter who looked more like a pretty-boy strode up to the announcer and quickly pulled his lot. "Number fourteen, you'll be in match seven. Next up is…Kibito."

As the blond man Jewel walked back to his spot, the red skinned man now known as Kibito shared a look with the shorter purple man, and they nodded to each other. Gohan noticed this, and it came as no surprise when he found out that the number the man pulled was number 4. So they wanted to fight me in the first round…I wonder why? the half-Saiyan pondered.

"Krillin, you're up next, long time no see!" the announcer said cuing the once bald man to take his turn. Sadly, Krillin had to hover in the air a little bit to reach the box, however he managed to get away with this without people breaking out into laughter. He quickly pulled out his ball and showed it to the announcer. "You're number 16, so you'll be in the last match, number eight." The short man gave a quick "Okay" before returning to the waiting area with the others.

"Ma Junior, come on up," the announcer said. Piccolo silently stepped forward and reached his hand into the box, wasting no time on pleasantries. He pulled out one of the balls and handed it over like all those previous. "You're number seven, so that puts you in match four against 18." The Namekian smirked slightly, he knew that 18 would want payback for a month ago, and he was happy to make sure she didn't get it.

"Mighty Mask, you're next!" The announcer said. He waited a few seconds, but nobody seemed to step up. "Mighty Mask?" he repeated, "Where did you go?"

"Hey Trunks," Goten said quietly, "I think that's us. We're the only ones with a mask on!" This made perfect sense to the other boy, so after he gave a quick nod Gohan walked the two of them up to the box.

"Ah, there you are!" The announcer said once he saw the fighter stick his arm, which oddly seemed too short for his body, into the box. "You're number nine, so you'll face off against Goku in the fifth match!" Trunks looked over at said Saiyan, who gave him a friendly wave. Trunks raised his hand up as well, returning the courtesy.

"Alright then…next we have Shin," the man stated, and the man with the purple skin lightly floated up to the box. He pulled out number six, and was set up to be in the third match, with no opponent as of yet. Piccolo eyed the alien suspiciously; he didn't know what it was, but something seemed 'off' about this man. The Namekian noticed that Gohan too was examining the man thoroughly, so he reached out to his student telepathically.

You think something's off with these two as well? he transmitted.

Yes. That one fixed my match to have me face Kibito, the Saiyan broadcasted, before adding, do you think they are dangerous?

Piccolo thought about this to himself for a moment. After a few seconds, he gave the best response he could. I don't think there's anything unusual with Kibito, but this Shin…something is different about him.

With that, the mental conversation between the two of them was ended, and the drawing of lots continued. "The next person is Spopovich," the announcer said, struggling to pronounce the man's name correctly. A very large, very pale-skinned man stepped up to the box. He had veins protruding from nearly every muscle of his body, and on his forehead was a large "M" that was either tattooed or branded onto him. This man was also given the once-over by Piccolo, but after sensing his energy level he was ridden off as not much of a threat. "You got number 15, so that you'll face off with Krillin in match eight."

As the man walked back to his waiting area, Krillin laughed to himself. How come I always get the big ones? he thought, somewhat disappointed. "Tien, you're up!" the announcer said. The three-eyed man gave a friendly nod to the announcer before pulling his number. "You're number 13; you'll face Jewel in the seventh match." Although he wouldn't say it, the bald warrior felt that he was being given a bit of a bye this round.

"Okay, next up is Vegeta," The announcer said, gesturing towards the Saiyan Prince. With a short cry of "It's about time," the short angry man walked up to the box and pulled out a number just like the thirteen people previous. What he did not see, however, was the slight flash given off by Shin's eyes from behind him. "Okay Vegeta, you're number six. You'll face Shin in the third match." The Prince of all Saiyans spared a glance at his soon-to-be opponent; or as he liked to call every opponent, punching bag. This insect will prove no threat to me, he thought with certainty, all I need to do is get through the brat to face Kakarot in the finals.

The announcer looked down at his clipboard; there were only two names left. "Videl, you're up!" The only female fighter walked up to the man with a look of determination on her face. She reached down into the box, and after fumbling the first ball she felt, Videl grabbed the remaining ball and handed it to the announcer.

"Okay Videl, you're number two. So you'll be in the first match against…your father." Videl smirked at hearing this; it would feel good to take her dad down a few notches.

As she walked back to her place next to Gohan, the announcer went on about how since there was only one number left, the man named Yamu who, oddly enough, looked quite a bit like Spopovich, would be number 12 and face off against Bardock in the sixth match.

"So, looks like you get to fight your dad right away Videl," Gohan said casually to her.

"Yeah, looks like it. I can't wait to knock his block off!" she replied to the Saiyan. "How long until the match starts?"

Gohan looked at a nearby clock. The tournament was scheduled to begin at noon; it was now 11:50. "You've got about ten minutes, so you should have just enough time to change into your uniform and do a quick warm-up." Videl nodded to her master, and then quickly walked away to the locker room.

***Ten Minutes Later***

Gohan observed his student as she prepared to step into the ring with her father. She had a fire in her eyes that were it visible would match the same shade of red as her gi. The Saiyan had to admit; whenever Videl got that look in her eye she became increasingly attractive to him. After all, he was a Saiyan at heart, and a Saiyan loves a woman who loves to fight.

He was broken from his musings by the sound of the announcer's voice ringing out through the arena once more. "Hello again everybody!" he said with enthusiasm, "It is time for the adult division of the World Martial Arts Tournament to begin! We have a very interesting matchup to kick us off; so may I have Videl and Hercule Satan come on up to the ring!"

The crowd went wild at hearing the names of their champion and his daughter. Hercule had promised them a victory, but the crowd noticed that Videl didn't seem afraid of the man in the slightest.

"Good luck out there, Videl!" Gohan said to her as she was walking towards the ring. She looked back at him, smiled, and gave a quick nod before walking into the ring, where her egotistical father was waiting for her.

The large man actually stopped feeding the crowd for once and turned to face his daughter/opponent, showing that he actually had some form of respect. "Well Videl, good luck, but it's too bad that you have to face me in the first round!" he said to the girl,

Videl chose not to respond to the last part of that comment, and instead just replied "Good luck to you too, dad." With their short exchange now over, a loud bell sounded throughout the arena signaling the match to begin.

Not wanting to waste any time securing his victory, Hercule rushed straight at Videl intent on punching her in the gut. Videl, however, simply grabbed his wrist and brushed the blow aside. Surprised by his daughter's swift reactions, the champ tried to send another few blows at Videl's head; however the girl just dodged all of these without any real effort.

Mr. Satan was becoming slightly worried. Well if speed can't get the job done, let's see how she likes this! he thought. Hercule leapt in the air towards Videl, and with a shout of "Dynamite Kick!" he lashed out with the most powerful jump kick he could muster.

Videl saw this attack coming before he even started it. Did he always telegraph his attacks so much? she mused to herself while the man's foot was sailing through the air. Rather than dodge this one, she simply chose to raise up her arm and block his leg, stunning both Hercule and the audience.

The Z-fighters looked in on this fight with semi-interest. "Wow Gohan, looks like you've got yourself a halfway decent student there," Krillin said half-jokingly to the Saiyan, who simply smiled in return.

Back in the ring, Videl had had just about enough of her father's pathetic attempt at fighting. She was yet to attempt to hit her father, who had already tried and failed to harm her with any of his strongest techniques. The girl decided that it was time for her to end this fight, so when Mr. Satan rushed at her once more and launched a punch aimed for her face she effortlessly ducked under the blow, grabbed her father by the sides of his stomach and threw him over her head and clear out of the ring.

The crowd was stunned; sure Hercule hadn't had very much success in the fight so far, but they never actually thought that their hero, the one who had saved them all from Cell, would be defeated in battle. "Mr. Satan is out of the ring, Videl is the winner!" the announcer shouted. The crowd, apparently over Mr. Satan's defeat, now began to cheer Videl's name with all the vigor they cheered her father's only minutes ago.

Although she was slightly embarrassed with the attention she was now receiving from all of the people, she didn't run away from it. Rather, she moved over to help her father back to his feet. She offered the man her hand, and he took it without hesitation. "It was a good fight dad," she said with a smile. Hercule smiled back at her, but then noticed her new uniform for apparently the first time and his smile changed to a look of confusion.

"Videl, what are those clothes you're wearing?" The now "former champ" asked.

Videl was expecting this question to come up at some point today; after all, she couldn't hide the fact that she was training with a superhuman (as far as she knew, anyways,) for very long. They started walking back towards the waiting area, and she began explaining. "Well dad, for the past four months or so I've been taking martial arts training from somebody."

Hercule was appalled. "WHAT?! How could my little girl be taking martial arts lessons with anybody besides me? I swear to Kami it had better not be a boy or I will knock his block off! Who is the runt you've been training with; I want to give them a piece of my mind!"

Videl smirked slightly as she pointed to the spiky-haired teen they were fast approaching, and as fast as Hercule's anger had come, it was just as quickly replaced with a look of pure terror. He had seen, hell, he had felt, what this boy's brother had done to him; there was no way he wanted to know what this kid could do.

As Hercule ran away afraid, Videl looked back to her master and smiled. After one final glance towards her father she sighed. "Well, he had to find out some time."

A/N: With that, our eleventh chapter is completed! Only a short/medium length chapter this time, so I was able to write it pretty quickly. For the most part, expect an update every one-two weeks for the time being. Having said that, here are the power levels for this chapter:

Goten (Suppressed Punch): 1,500

Mr. Satan: 140

Videl: 2,000

I still can't believe I have people raging at me for Videl's power level way back from chapter 7. Honestly, she doesn't really do anything significant for the plot fighting-wise anyways, so who gives a shit if she's stronger than canon? Hell, the whole point of AU fics is for things to be different than canon, but I digress. Anyways, next chapter will include the fights between Gohan and Kibito, as well as Vegeta vs. Shin. How will Gohan handle Kibito's insistence for him to transform? You'll just have to read it to find out!

I have one more thing for all of you guys. The number of reviews for my story is quickly approaching 100. I have the entire tournament decided except for one battle: the final. So guess what? The 1ooth reviewer gets to decide the outcome. I don't mean an "I win!" type of review either, an actual review. Now then, as always, thank all of you for reading my story; and please be sure to let me know what you think with a review. I'll see you guys in a week or so, until then!

-HRR2b23