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Krillin and Plasmus came to the center of the ring. Some of the spectators chuckled, making insults at Krillin's height and underdog appearance. "Laugh all you want," Krillin said. "I'll show you."
Plasmus let out a gibberish remark.
"Be quiet, you!" Krillin said, falling into stance.
"Welcome back, people!" the announcer said, walking toward the center of the stage. "I hope you're as fired up as our fighters; the second half of this round begins now!" He ran off stage. "Are we ready?"
Krillin nodded. Plasmus extended his arms and legs, ready to squish the small fighter like a bug.
"Begin!"
Krillin hopped over an irradiated arm and delivered a swift spin kick, knocking the monster's head off. He flipped back as another head formed and fired a long wave of energy balls into the sky.
"Krillin fired a bunch of shots into the air!" the announcer said. "Is he showing off, or is it strategy?"
"He just wasted all of that energy," Starfire said on her communicator.
"I don't think he wasted it," Robin said. "I know what he's doing. He planned on doing it to one of us."
"What is it?" Cyborg asked.
"You'll find out," Robin said.
Plasmus split into five smaller beings the same height as Krillin and charged, whipping balls of waste at him.
Krillin narrowly dodged the barrage and returned his own, fluently cutting through the monsters with the agility of a Shaolin monk. He paused to catch his breath. He looked into the air, seeing his energy blasts becoming tiny glints in the sky. "Perfect," he said. He looked around, seeing the five creatures closing in on him. He hopped high into the air, letting them smash into one another. Plasmus looked up and shot his hand out, grabbing Krillin by the ankle and slamming him into the ground. He pulled Krillin into him by unhinging his jaw and swallowing the short man as he futilely clawed at the ground, screaming for mercy. "Help me!" Krillin disappeared.
The crowd nearly went into panic. It was silent, but they were tense.
"Krillin!" the Titans shouted at once.
The announcer reluctantly approached the edge of the stage. "Was he... eaten?!"
Beast Boy stepped out of his block. "I've got to-"
"Wait," Gohan said, grimacing. "Damn it, Krillin."
Plasmus started to bubble and expand. He let out a shriek before his upper half exploded, revealing a laughing Krillin so red in the face he looked like a red cherry without the stem. "You should see your faces!" He stepped out of Plasmus's legs, holding his sides until he went blue in the face.
Plasmus slowly started to reform.
"Oh my god," Krillin said, sniffing as he tried to recompose himself. "Oh my god, that was-" He burst out laughing again.
The announcer laughed nervously in an attempt to jump-start the hearts of the crowd. Krillin had knocked them dead. Literally.
Krillin was wiping away tears. "You really thought I had died," he said, keeping Plasmus in the corner of his eye. "You guys came in thinking that I was gonna die first, and then when I-" Krillin laughed again, taking three counts to roll on the ground.
"That wasn't funny, Krillin," Yamcha said.
"I don't know, man," Krillin said, wiping the last tear from his eye. "I was laughing pretty hard."
Plasmus screeched in anger and charged at him, making the arena shake with every stomp.
Krillin looked up, seeing orange rings surrounding the energy balls. "It's over," he said. He burst into the air faster than Plasmus could reach.
"Are the energy balls Krillin threw at the start of the match gaining mass?" the announcer said, watching the energy balls get bigger.
"Nope," Krillin said, raising his arms. "They're coming down! Ryuuseikikoudan!"
The energy balls turned blue and raced toward Plasmus, hitting him like guided missiles. He was pushed out of the ring and pummeled to the ground until the human inside him succumbed to pain, blacking out and resuming his slumber. The sludge retreated into the naked, wiry boy's skin as the medics arrived, carrying him away.
Krillin turned to the cameras and pointed at the viewers. "You didn't expect that. It was over before it began."
The crowd went wild, drastically changing their opinions. Krillin put up his fist as the announcer told him of his victory and he left the stage, returning to his block.
The announcer grinned as he read the next cue card. "We've got a treat for you, folks! The long time veteran, Muten Roshi, is back to face off against the Dakota City gang boss, Holocaust! Let's welcome these two fighters into the arena!"
Roshi hobbled out of the block, his old, frail frame showed his bony arms under a Hawaiian tee shirt and khaki shorts with sandals and sunglasses. He looked nothing like a martial artist, let alone the famed Master Roshi. He slowly stepped on stage and approached the center.
His opponent, a large, muscular black man with long, black dreadlocks and orange eyes stepped on stage. He wore red pants, white Nike shoes and a black tank top. Fire floated above his fingertips. "I am Holocaust!" he shouted. "The end of life and humanity is what I am! The world dies in fire today, punks!" He closed in on the center, putting up his fists. "You'll be an example, old man."
"You are a fool," Roshi said.
"Are you ready?" the announcer said. "Begin!"
Holocaust threw a fiery punch. Roshi caught his fist and grinned. "Your strength is great," he said. "Now, how you use it is another thing."
Holocaust threw a second punch. His fist passed through Roshi's face like he was punching through air. Roshi chuckled from behind him and Holocaust blinked, seeing the floor in his face. The announcer counted to two before Holocaust regained his feet. "You're only making this harder for yourself, senile shit!"
Holocaust created a ring of fire around him, driving Roshi back.
Roshi flipped into the air, outlining his palms with chi and rushing through the fire. He slammed his palm into Holocaust's stomach and followed with a powerful chi blast, knocking the villain into the air. Roshi hopped into the air, kicking Holocaust in the temple. Holocaust fell to the ground on his back, seeing double vision. He climbed to his feet, taking another powerful strike to the top of his head. Roshi slammed his fist into Holocaust's cheek so hard that the entire arena heard it. Roshi finished him off with a strong roundhouse kick, sending the larger, younger man barreling out of the ring.
"We have a victor!" the announcer said.
Roshi put up a peace sign with his fingers and the crowd started to cheer over his victory. "I still got it!" He hopped off stage and walked back to his block, waving at all the ladies on the way there. "Come by my place tonight!" he shouted. "I can show you a good time!"
Raven gagged. "That's-"
"Disgusting," Beast Boy said, nearly puking as well.
"Next up: the green changeling who can turn into any animal," the announcer said, "Beast Boy of the Teen Titans!"
"Here I go," Beast Boy said, putting his communicator in his pocket and walking toward the stage.
"And his opponent, the massive mountain of a man, weighing in at four hundred pounds of muscle and power, Mammoth!"
Mammoth walked on stage, meeting Beast Boy in the center. "You ready to lose?"
"I don't plan on losing," Beast Boy said, morphing his hands into large bear paws.
"Begin!" the announcer exclaimed.
Mammoth threw a powerful punch at the green boy. Beast Boy caught the fist with little difficulty and smacked Mammoth aside with a backhand. Mammoth stumbled back and held the side of his face. "That hurt," he snarled.
"That's the point," Beast Boy said, morphing into a rhino and fazing out.
"Watch out, Mammoth!" the announcer warned. "A racing rhino is on your trail!"
Mammoth whipped around, taking a rhino horn to the chest. Beast Boy morphed into a large snake and spun around, slapping Mammoth to the ground with his tail. He reverted to his human form, standing above his opponent. "Yeah! What's up!"
Mammoth let out a battle cry and scrambled to his feet, throwing all his might at the Titan.
Beast Boy started to dodge. "You're too slow," he said. "I guess you could say that you have frozen feet."
"Damn it, Beast Boy!" Robin said, hitting his head up against the wall.
"Get it?" Beast Boy said. "Frozen? Mammoth?"
Mammoth screamed in rage and brought both arms down, breaking the arena floor and shaking the island.
"Most thick-skinned people don't appreciate jokes," Beast Boy said, making the announcer face-palm. "Mammoth? Thick-skinned? You're no fun."
"Shut up!" Mammoth barked, futilely trying to hit him.
"Sorry," Beast Boy said. "Okay, so you don't like jokes. I'll stop. Promise." He morphed into a gorilla and punched Mammoth in the stomach so hard the impact made the whole island cringe. Mammoth took another punch to the face, breaking his nose and sending him rolling out of the ring.
"We have a winner!" the announcer said, making the crowds go wild.
Beast Boy morphed into a wiener dog. "I think you mean a-"
"Beast Boy!" the Titans shouted. "Shut up!"
Beast Boy walked off stage. "Everyone's a critic."
The announcer read the next cue card. "Terra the Teen Titan versus the new hero, Argent!"
Terra walked on stage in a smaller version of Slade's uniform without the mask. Her long, blonde hair fell over one eye. The "M" symbol popping up everywhere appeared in the center of her forehead.
Beast Boy morphed into his human form as his entire attitude changed. "Terra," he said calmly, glaring at what used to be his girlfriend.
"What?" Terra said sharply, refusing to even look at him.
"You know what will happen if you get out of line," Beast Boy said.
"Bite me," she spat, coming to the center of the ring. She looked at the announcer. "By the way, if you ever classify me as one of the Titans, I won't hesitate to kill you."
The announcer quickly nodded, having death threats aimed toward him every tournament. He was used to it now.
Argent was a short, slender girl with light gray skin and spiked, black hair with red bangs. Her dress was black up until her waist, where she had a red skirt with black stripes. She also wore long, black sleeves and black boots with a bit of red coloring on the bottom. She had a small 'A' tattoo on her chest, and her eyes were red with black pupils. "Hello, Papaya!" she said in a New Zealander's accent. She hopped on stage and fell into a fighting stance as red energy started to build up around her fists. "What's up?" she said to Terra.
Terra looked up. "You."
"Begin!" the announcer exclaimed.
Terra flicked her wrist upward, throwing a rocky fist into Argent's chin. A merciless onslaught began with Terra repeatedly beating the girl with the earth. Argent could not fight back. Terra slapped in the air, tossing Argent out of the ring with a rock slam to Argent's temple. Argent fell on her stomach with a trail of blood leaking from her mouth.
The medical team quickly carted Argent away by a stretcher.
"That was cruel," the announcer said.
"I'll show you cruel," Terra said, walking off stage.
"Our next match-up will definitely be interesting, folks!" the announcer said. "Witch versus Wizard! Zatanna versus Mumbo Jumbo!"
A blue-skinned man dressed in a black, magician's outfit and a tan, curvy girl with long, black hair and blue eyes wearing an outfit similar to a magician's assistant with a top hat flew out of their block and onto stage. Both magicians wielded wooden wands about a foot and a half in length. "Those with weak constitution may want to leave the arena now," Mumbo said, waving his wand. "Things are going to get messy."
"Yes," Zatanna said. "They'll have to wipe you off of the floor."
"Begin!" the announcer exclaimed.
"Tremas Portave!" Mumbo said, firing a blue bolt of energy out of his wand.
"Fianto Duri!" Zatanna said, casting a ward around her to deflect the energy blast. "Expelliarmus!" she countered, knocking the wand out of Mumbo's hand.
Mumbo's eyes widened. "Oh boy."
"Expulso!" Zatanna said.
An invisible shock of sudden pressure sent Mumbo flying out of the ring.
"Zatanna is the victor!" the announcer said.
Zatanna bowed to the crowd and vanished with a wave of her wand, reappearing back in her block.
"An amazing performance by the Young Justice member," the announcer said. "Speaking of Young Justice, let's bring out our next competitors, Green Lantern and Andre Le Blanc!"
A young, light-skinned young man with short, brown hair and green eyes walked out in a black and green costume with a green lantern emblem on his chest. He wore a shining ring on his hand. His opponent was a tall, wiry Frenchman in a white spandex suit with a black skiing hat.
"Begin!" the announcer exclaimed.
Andre flipped back, landing on his feet. "Oh ho ho! So you think that you, a sssssstupid American can defeat ze likes of Andre Le Blanc?"
Green Lantern aimed his ring at Andre. A green beam of energy burst from his ring, slamming into Andre's chest and projecting him out of the ring. "Yes." He walked off stage to the crowd's laughter at Andre's defeat.
"Well, that was sad," the announcer said. "Let's continue to our next fight, yes? Blackfire, the dark-haired bombshell from Tamaran with an evil streak, versus Chesire, the scout for H.I.V.E Academy and various villain organizations! If you want to bring out your inner baddie, talk to her!"
The two girls walked onto stage. Chesire was a tall, Asian girl with her face covered with a cat mask. She had two long streams of black hair that were tied at the bottom and wore a short, green kimono with a belt covering all of her waist. Underneath her sleeves were iron claws and to complete her outfit was a pair of pointy, black boots.
"Hello, my subjects!" Blackfire said to the crowds. "Hail to your new ruler!"
"New ruler?" the announcer asked.
"Once I win the tournament, I'll use The Master's prize to gain control of the planet." Blackfire turned to the announcer. "Bow to me."
"That's not in my job description," the announcer said.
"Very well," Blackfire said, turning toward Chesire. "You get crucified first."
The announcer swallowed. "Begin!"
Blackfire dodged a roundhouse kick and lunged toward her opponent, battering her stomach with lightning-fast punches. Blackfire punched Chesire in the face, cracking the mask and making her stumble back. Blackfire knocked her to the ground with a sweep kick and smashed the heel of her boot into Chesire's face, making sure Chesire wouldn't get up. "That was boring."
The medical team carried Chesire away as the announcer called the match.
Blackfire returned to her block.
The announcer brought out the next two fighters. "The founder of Young Justice along with Superboy, Wonder Girl, will face off against 400 pounds of primal rage, Wildebeest!"
A hulking man wearing black and silver armor with the head of a wildebeest ran onto the stage, grunting and pounding his fists on the ground. Following him was a tall, fair-skinned young woman with long, black, wavy hair, blue eyes and an athletic build. She wore a smaller version of her predecessor's outfit along with the golden lasso and metal wristbands. She grinned toward the crowds, revealing her perfect, bright white teeth. "I'm so excited!"
"Good," the announcer said, "so is your opponent."
Wonder Girl and Wildebeest faced each other.
"Begin!"
Wildebeest charged headfirst, expecting to blow through the girl.
Wonder Girl held her palm out, bouncing Wildebeest back. Wonder Girl disappeared, delivering a powerful kick to the back of his head.
Wildebeest whipped around, smacking Wonder Girl back with a wide swing of his arm. He roared and charged again, clashing with the heroine. Both competitors threw a punch into each other's cheeks, knocking them both back to the edge of the ring. Wildebeest charged again, preparing to ram her with his horns.
Wonder Girl flipped over him and kicked him in the back, sending him rolling out of the ring.
"Ring out!" the announcer said. "Wonder Girl is the winner!"
Wonder Girl walked back to her block, flashing her brilliant smile to the crowds and the other heroes.
"Our next fight features another member of Young Justice, Offspring, facing off against a world renowned martial artist, Katarou!"
A tall, muscular, bald Asian man wearing black and red Karate gi rushed onto the stage, throwing his fists into the air as several banners of his face in numerous languages rose from the stands. His opponent walked on stage in a white and black jumpsuit with four black cubes arranged like a tetrahedral ball and stick model as an emblem on his chest. Hiding his identity was a red eye mask and a white buzz cut. "Can we hurry this up?" Offspring said, stretching his arms like it was a rubber band. "You stopped me in the middle of a fun game of I Spy-"
"You were the only one playing it," Katarou said.
"Hey," Offspring said, "does it matter who plays as long as you have fun?"
"Yes," Katarou said.
"Oh well," Offspring said. "I was enjoying myself."
"I hope you enjoy the ground," Katarou said.
"Begin," the announcer said.
Katarou threw a punch into Offspring's face, sinking his fist into the elastic boy's cheek.
"That hurt," Offspring said, returning a punch of his own. Katarou was raised into the air. "My turn?"
Katarou landed on his feet and beckoned him to charge.
"My turn," Offspring said. A white aura surrounded his fists. "Pistol Shot!"
Both his fists burst into Katarou's stomach like rockets. Offspring slowly moved forward, hitting Katarou so many times that the martial artist could not fight back.
Offspring's foot morphed into a hammer. He whipped around in a circle and shot his leg out.
Katarou flipped over it and landed on Offspring's leg. He leaped forward, kicking Offspring's rubber chest.
"You wanna know something?" Offspring said. "You don't look like a Katarou."
"What are you blabbing on about?" Katarou snarled, throwing a punch into Offspring's face.
Offspring sent another pistol shot into Katarou's chest, blowing him back. "You look to angry for that name." His face lit up. "That's it! Your name is actually Steve!"
"Finish him already!" Superboy shouted.
"Fine," Offspring said, morphing his arm into a large fan and smacking Katarou out of the ring. "Seeya later, Steve."
"We have a winner!" the announcer said. "There are six fights of the preliminaries left, folks, but things are just heating up! Chiaotzu and Bumblebee, come on out!"
Chiaotzu floated above stage and still had to look up to the tall, African American young woman with brown eyes and curly, black hair in two pompoms. Her outfit was bee themed, with a yellow and black striped tank top and black pants with a pair of large, transparent wings on her back. "Are you ready to taste mud?" Bumblebee asked.
"Are you?" Chiaotzu asked with a blank expression.
Bumblebee frowned. "Don't get too confident."
"I am not confident," Chiaotzu said. "I am certain in your defeat."
So yeah. Krillin versus Pasmus.
