DRAGONBALL Z

THE LEGEND OF THE ULTIMATE

The Draw

Chapter 25

As Trunks, who had recently regained consciousness staggered back to his feet, Goten suddenly appeared standing in front of the lavender haired chibi with his hand outstretched and his regular boyish smile in place. Trunks stared up at Goten for a moment and, realizing that Goten was offering to help him to his feet Trunks reached up and grasped Goten's hand, allowing him to be pulled to his feet by his friend.

Once he was standing, Trunks dusted himself down and stared down at his slightly shorter friend. Though, he did not see Goten below him, but a strong warrior above him.

"Great fight Goten, guess I have to train and get stronger aye?" Goten chuckled while rubbing his hand behind his head.

"Yeah, I guess. But hey, you're really strong too Trunks. You must have been training hard with your dad haven't you", exclaimed Goten. Trunks nodded with a smile and his hands placed firmly on his hips in a way Vegeta did on a number of occasions.

"Yeah, but I'm impressed Goten. You're a lot stronger then what I gave you credit for. You can keep up with me even when I'm in Super Saiyan. Guess Gohan has been making you work hard too." Goten nodded.

"Uh-huh, Gohan is a really good teacher. He isn't really strict though, but he does encourage me a lot." Trunks grinned.

"Lucky, all my father does is make me work hard!" The two chibi's shared a laugh before they both hurried out of the stadium so to escape the eyes and cheers of the entire world tournament spectators.

However, before Goten could reach the warm up room, he was quickly pulled back onto the ring by one of the tournament officials and forced to stand by the tournament commentator. This made Goten nervous as he wasn't used to such big crowds. They were still cheering loudly and chanting his name, the crowd showing their appreciation and praise for the young fighter. This made Goten blush slightly, not being used to such attention.

The commentator smiled down at Goten reassuringly when he saw the young Saiyan look up at him in puzzlement before redirecting his attention towards the spectators in the stands around him. "Young Goten, as winner and new champion of the junior division titles I wish to congratulate you. You have just made it into the history books son and if I am not mistaken will most likely be one of the very fighters people would be looking to in the years to come. So young Goten, how does it feel to be junior world champion?" asked the commentator while lowering his microphone for Goten to speak into.

Goten stared at the microphone in surprise for a moment before shrugging. "I… guess it's cool."

The commentator chuckled and gave him a pat on the back. "Well, isn't that interesting. And, if you don't mind me asking Goten, who was your teacher? I'm betting your teacher must have taught you a whole lot of martial arts for you to be this good."

Goten's expressions brightened a lot and he nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, I have a teacher… two teachers. My mom taught me a lot about martial arts and how to fight but my big brother taught me a lot more about fighting and trained me to get stronger. I train with him almost every day. He's really strong and really cool too!"

Gohan blushed at hearing this and smiled brightly while the Z-fighters turned to him. Goku, Krillin, Videl and Piccolo gave him a smile while 18# and Vegeta merely stared at him. It was this sort of attention Gohan really didn't want to receive. Heck, Goten was really gifted, it wasn't just in his blood or that he taught him a lot. It was just something that occurred naturally for him.

The commentator nodded. "Interesting Goten. Well, thank you very much and congratulations again. Please see the tournament official over there to receive your prize winnings", replied the commentator, pointing out the monk standing guard by the junior division line up board. Goten looked away from the commentator towards where he was pointing and nodded before taking leave and jogging back to join his friend before heading over to the tournament official.

The crowds cheered as the young Saiyan exited the ring before the commentator returned his attention towards the crowds and spoke up so to make his next announcement.

"OK NOW! Let's get this tournament rolling. If you were blown away by the explosive moves let off by our younger competitors in the junior division then prepare to be amazed as we get the Adult division underway. Please standby as we make the draw. All fighters who are participating in the finals please make your way to the warm up pavilion so we can set you up to your opponents!"

Krillin grinned and punched his palm with his right fist. "OK. Come on guys, let's get going!" The Z-fighters agreed and, in order they had arrived, followed each other down the stairs, out of the stadium and back towards the preliminary areas. Along the way they all talked about the fight taken place between both Goten and Trunks. Vegeta remained silent throughout the entire conversation as he wasn't that much of a people person.

Back in the main stadium, Goten had already received his prize money and other awards including a bouquet and a trophy. Since Trunks was runner up, he was entitled to the prize as well which was a check half the value of what Goten received and a medal.

When Goten and Trunks were awarded their prizes along, they had their names inscribed into the world tournament history books and were asked questions by hordes of publicity seekers and journalists. However they left to rejoin their parents before they were interrogated any further.

Seeing their son's retreating the paparazzi who only had microphones since their cameras were broken, Chi-Chi let out a sigh of relief and rested back, her eyes staring half-idly up into the clear blue sky above. "What a fight. Wow… my Goten, I can't believe it."

Bulma smiled at her friend. "Well congratulations Chi-Chi. I must say your son has really trained hard to have beaten Trunks so easily."

Chi-Chi smiled in return. "Why thank you Bulma!. Hey, Trunks did well to. But we can't take all the credit our boys deserve it too!" Bulma nodded in agreement.

Master Roshi's eyes flashed and a smile crossed his lips behind his white beard. He leaned against his walking stick as he stared down at the ring. "Boy, what a fight. I haven't seen a fight so intense in all my life. Gee, I remember the times when I was in that ring facing off against Goku when he was only 11 years old and I tell you this he was no easy opponent. (Sigh) How I miss the good old days."

The Ox-King chuckled and gave Master Roshi a nudge. "Hey, cheer up there Master Roshi… you'll get your chance again."

Oolong sniggered. "Sure… when he reaches the age of 500 that is", commented the pig in a quiet voice so no one could hear him.

The Z-fighters continued walking, weaving their way through the mass of stadium back house buildings while staying on course for the pavilion. The Stadium and its surrounding area didn't look like much from above but when you actually come down to it, it was a pretty big place. People had better be careful otherwise they might get lost in here.

When they finally reached the pavilion after passing through a overhand connecting to two separate buildings, the Z-fighter spread themselves out and those closest to Goku began looking around for the commentator. They found him soon enough standing over at a table along with some other monks who were crowded around. A white board stood by the group of tournament officials as they busily went through the lists of fighters qualifying for the championship rounds of the world martial arts tournament.

Other then the many tournament officials scattered around the entire stadium grounds, there were also the other fighters who have past the preliminary rounds competing for the championship title. The Z-fighters didn't have a spare moment to check out their competition for they had already been spotted by the tournament commentator.

"Oh, hey there guys! You're finally here", called the competitor while waving to the group that had just entered the pavilion. The Z-fighters, who were all standing in according to rank and title with their group hero Goku standing at the front all turned their attention towards the commentator and replied in a matter befitting their personality.

"Hey there", replied Goku with a wave of his own. Those who mostly bore Goku's kind personality such as Krillin, Gohan and Videl smiled while 18#, Vegeta and Piccolo just stared with their regular, serious expressions.

The commentator nodded and turned to his list on his clip board, nodding as he counted the remaining absent names and marking them as 'here'. With a final nod, the commentator stood up and turned towards every fighter in the area and made sure his sights were focused on all 15 competitors with Hercule being unable to make a public appearance at the time for he was in his private training area getting ready. Or if anyone wanted to joke about it, hide.

"OK, I believe that we have everyone here. So let's get this show on the road!" said the commentator while bidding for everyone in the area towards him so they were within ear shot. Heck, you can't have a draw if your competitors are unable to hear their names called out.

While the Z-fighters approached, Goku took his time in taking in his competition. Of the many people who were competing, he was able to spot several others who had a power level above that of a human and were doing a real good job at hiding it. This made Goku feel a little uneasy as these unidentified competitors weren't any he had seen or heard of before.

Goku's eyes scanned the mass of fighters in front of him. He was able to divide them into groups so to distinguish the weaker one's from the stronger ones and the more devious ones from the more mysterious ones.

"OK, most of these guys don't really look like much of a challenge", thought Goku as he went over the four that didn't have that high ki level and who didn't know how to hide it.

One was a man wearing white top, yellow trousers, yellow boots, yellow gloves and a blue/dark green cape that was connected to a mask of a similar material and tone that covered his entire head and face with the top part being shaped like Santa Clause's hat. Another was an average sized man with long blonde hair like Sharpener's and had a medium build, wore a respectful martial arts uniform that was colored aqua with white in some of the button and sleeve areas. Third was a tall, muscular man with black skin coloration, wore a black muscle shirt, dark green trousers and white straps on his wrists and hands. Lastly was an incredibly large man with red skin, was basically fat but not like a sumo wrestler and wore clothes and bore an appearance to that of a royal from India.

Goku finished looking over that particular group of competitors before turning towards the second group he had on his mind. Two bald, muscular men: One was larger and more muscular then the other, wore a black wrestling outfit and looked rather tense. The other man however was a smaller, more medium built man with an average human height and bore a similar resemblance to his friend. He wore no shirt and dark purple gi pants and black martial arts shoes. What was stranger about their appearances though was the two identical 'M' burned into their foreheads, both were pure black just like the ki emitting around them.

While Goku stared at them, the two bald men turned in his direction and glared with a menacing edge in their enraged scowls. Their teeth bore as well as their black dot like eyes that burned into Goku's own. This made Goku think that if looks could kill, then he would be dead right now.

"Egh… I wonder what's gotten under their skin. Maybe they didn't have a good breakfast", thought Goku. He then turned his attention away from the glaring pair since he was beginning to feel edgy under their intense stares and turned his attention towards the remaining pair he had divided away from the other groups.

This pair was more mysterious then the others as they both wore the same clothing and both were hiding an ancient ki source that was incredibly high despite being concealed. The first of the pair that caught Goku's attention was the short, purple man standing beside his taller companion. He had white hair grown in a Mohawk, wore blue earrings, a dark green body suit that looked to be the same material as Saiyan armor, an orange sash, baggy, darkened grey trousers, orange boots and a purple, long sleeved shirt underneath the armor like suit he wore over the rest of his clothes. Well, it was all the clothes Goku could spot on him from where he was standing.

The second man standing beside the purple fighter was a tall man who was twice the size of his shorter friend and was pink in color. He had an extremely manly and aged face and possessed a serious expression. He had long, white hair that made him look around his 40's and his outfit was very similar to that of the shorter man except it was red in most places and lighter blue shirts and trousers.

"I'm not sure about those two though. I can tell they are strong… real strong and are hiding much of their energy. Still, I'm really looking forward to the first rounds! Man I can't wait!"

Gohan, who was talking to Videl about the tournament however was distracted when he felt a strange ki flicker by him, like something of a radio wave but different. His expression turned serious suddenly and he glanced over his shoulder at the two bald men standing separate from the crowd they had gathered in. He could see them talking to each other silently and because of the murmuring erupting from the people around him their speech was inaudible but Gohan still could see and sense them.

Because of Gohan's hidden energy signal the two bald men couldn't see him so Gohan was safe from the glares they had recently shot at Goku before. Videl, who had suddenly noticed her mate's distraction, followed his gaze so that it nestled on the two fighters standing away from them. The sight made her skin crawl.

((Umm Gohan, you mind telling me what's going through your head at the moment)), asked Videl through their bond. Gohan shrugged slightly but didn't turn his sights away from the two bald men. They still hadn't noticed Gohan and Videl staring at them.

((Actually there is. I can't really describe it Videl, but I sensed a ki chain coming from somewhere and I narrowed it down on its source. Apparently it came from those two. I'm not sure if my sources are correct but I sense a connection somewhere, as if those two are being controlled by something or someone)) replied Gohan. From judging, Gohan could tell that these two did not use a personality suitable for the crowds and mostly kept to themselves. Their appearance was also appealing as Gohan had never seen those sorts of features in a man before. They were really pale and had veins bulging out of their already bulging muscles.

Gohan turned back to Videl, his expression still serious but softer when his attention was turned to Videl who stared up at him curiously. ((Just promise me Videl that if you are pitted to fight either of those two in the upcoming fights, please be careful.))

Videl smiled at how much her mate cared about her and nodded. ((I will Gohan, I promise. And if anything goes bad, I'll throw in the towel.))

Gohan smiled. ((That's if it really turns out that way. Let's hope it doesn't come to that.))

"OK fighters may I have your attention please!" called the announcer, catching the entire crowd of fighters' attentions. All the Z-fighters had their attention solemnly fixed on the commentator now and waited for the next instructions.

"Now that all of you are here we shall begin the draw. The draw is simple. The board you see behind me is set in a tree like chart, or a progression graph. Since there are 16 fighters participating today there are numbers labeled at the bottom from one to sixteen. Later I will be calling your names to draw a number from this box I hold before you", said the announcer while holding up the cardboard box in front of him. "Once each fighter has drawn a number, those numbers arranged into pairs will be the fighters battling against each other. Two fighters equal one round I believe you all know how it goes. OK then, let the pairings begin."

All the fighters expressions turned more serious at the announcement and all fixed their sights on the box before them containing the numbers that they would most likely be selecting. One of those numbers would be their's to draw and their opponent, the person who drew the number in the same pair they were pitted in.

The commentator turned to his clip board. "OK, first up is Krillin!"

Krillin, hearing his name called out scurried forward towards the monk holding the box and, once he reached the box, reached into the arm sized hole to draw a number. He smiled nervously as his hand fumbled around the contents of the box.

"Hope my number isn't in the first rounds", said Krillin. He grinned in success and pulled out one of the green, baseball sized balls and looked at the number painted on it. His smile faded when he saw the number.

"ONE! I'm in the first round. Oh… this is just not my day, how did I get dragged into this?" whined Krillin, handing the commentator the ball before walking back to his friends with his hands in his pockets and his head hunched forward with a downed expression on his face. The commentator chuckled at the former monk's misery and got the tournament officials closest to the board to write Krillin's name up on the tournament line up.

At the stadium main dome…

Another group of tournament officials and monks who were communicating with those officials in the preliminary area had a line up board of their own and ere writing down the names of the fighters and what their numbers were. The crowds cheered wildly when they saw that they were already starting the line up.

Chi-Chi, who was looking through a pair of binoculars, could easily make out the names on the board and she nodded when she saw who the first fighter for the first round was.

"Look, Krillin's number one. I bet he's disappointed," exclaimed Chi-Chi with a smile, not bothering to remove the binoculars from her eyes. Bulma nodded while Roshi, Oolong and Puar sniggered in the background.

"Well, that's his bad luck I suppose. But hey, I wonder who Vegeta would be fighting. I bet he's gonna win this thing no sweat!"

Chi-Chi removed her binoculars and looked glared at the blue haired woman known as Bulma. "Excuse me! Don't forget about my Goku! He has been training for this, and we all know he's the strongest out of all the Z-fighters", she protested. Bulma glared back.

"Hello, Vegeta has been in the GR 24-7 for the past few weeks training. So the way I see it, my Vegeta will beat your Goku easy!"

"Oh, so confident are we? Then wait till Vegeta fights Gohan! My son has been training a lot more then what Vegeta has been doing for the past 7 years!" During their little argument both women have stood up and were glaring daggers at each other. Both of them looked ready to lash out at each other.

Yamcha,, who was beginning to worry about the prospect of a fight up in the stands stepped in between them from the seat behind them and smiled reassuringly at the two. "Now, now girls, why don't we just sit back and wait and see who is fighting who."

The two women ignored the old bandit and both of them pushed him down making him yelp in surprise. Now that Yamcha was crushed underneath their feet, Chi-Chi and Bulma were free to glare at point black range with each other. Fearing for their lives, the spectators in the stands shuffled across so to not get involved into the fight.

Back in the preliminary area…

"OK, next we have… Shin!"

The Z-fighters all looked around for the fighter who the commentator addressed as Shin. It was only a split second later when the fighter made his appearance. It surprised all the Z-fighters when the short, purple man standing by the pink, taller fighter replied to the commentator's call.

The purple fighter walked over to the monk with the box and, reaching into the box drew his number. When his arm emerged holding his ball number, he smiled and showed it to the commentator. "I'm number three", he said in a calm, kind and respectful tone of voice.

Goku narrowed his eyes on the mysterious Shin as did Piccolo who was more suspicious then ever. The Namek had also sensed Shin's hidden energy level and he remembered sensing that energy level before, except it was far away on some distant planet. He just couldn't figure out where and when he had sensed it but he was positive he was able to sense it from the lookout.

Shin handed his number over to the commentator before heading back to stand by his friend again where they just stood and remained silent. The Z-fighter's who now all detected Shin's energy level followed him with their eyes before he was standing by his friend once again.

The commentator made sure that Shin's name was on the board and on his list before looking back up and at the group of fighters surrounding him. "Next, we have Jewel".

The blonde haired man wearing the aqua martial arts uniform standing in the group Goku referred to as the under 1000 division stepped out from his group and walked over to the monk with the box. He slowly and carefully rummaged through the box before pulling out his number. He smiled and held it up to the commentator.

"I'm number 16", he stated. The Commentator nodded as the monk wrote his name down on the board. When the monks here communicated with the tournament officials out in the stadium dome, loud cheers were heard as Jewel's name was written up on the board.

When Jewel moved back to join his friends, the Commentator went on with the draw. Looking back down at his clip board, he grinned when he saw the next name up.

"Alright, next we have Goku!"

Goku smiled brightly and walked over to the monk with the box, reaching into the box and fumbling around for his number. He searched for a moment or two before he pulled one out. He smiled and handed it to the commentator. "I'm Number 11"

The commentator nodded and wrote down Goku's name on the clip board and white board. "Great. Thanks a lot Goku!" Goku smiled with a nod and headed back to his friends who were waiting for him.

"OK… is there a Spopovitch around here?" called the announcer, scanning the crowds of fighters. The Z-fighters looked around for the one known as Spopovitch however, after a few seconds time; everyone began looking around for Spopovitch.

A few seconds later, Spopovitch came into view in the form of the large bald guy talking with his smaller friend. He was rather stiff when he walked and his angry expressions didn't change in the slightest. When he reached the commentator, he reached into the box with as little bit of trouble since his wrist couldn't fit into it. But with a few grunts of effort, Spopovitch finally drew his number from the box and held it up to the Commentator.

He nodded with a smile and wrote down Spopovitch's name and number. "OK, so you're number 6. Welcome back Spopovitch."

Spopovitch let out a growl before tossing his ball into the spare numbers box lying beside the table before heading back to rejoin his friend. The Z–fighters watched him with curious and suspicious eyes but returned their attention to the commentator when Spopovitch rejoined his friend.

The commentator checked his list again before looking up, his expression crossed with slight puzzlement and surprise. "Umm, is there a Mrs. Number 18# here?"

The female blonde walked forward with her arms crossed and a disgruntled look on her face, since she didn't like people saying her name in such tone. When she reached the commentator he looked up at her in surprise. "Is uhh… Number 18# your real name?"

The former Android nodded. "My father was pretty dull." With that simple reply, 18# reached into the box and rummaged around for the number she would be assigned as. After carefully rummaging through the box, 18# pulled out her ball and, after a quick glance, tossed it over to the commentator. His reflexes were quick but his catch fumbled a bit before he was able to grasp it firmly.

"Now I'm number 9", said the blonde haired woman before heading back to join her husband. The Commentator chuckled nervously and directed the monk to write her name down on the board while he wrote her number and name on his clipboard.

After the screaming from the nearby stadium had died down a bit, the commentator went on to the next name on his list. His pen skimmed the list thoroughly as he looked for the point he had finished at.

"OK, next up, Gohan!"

Gohan grinned and jogged forward before slowing his pace down to a stroll once he was within 5 meters on the commentator. When he reached the monk holding the box, Gohan reached down and rummaged for his number. All the while Videl was watching on with curiosity as Gohan busily looked around for his number.

Gohan let out a triumphant sigh as he pulled out his number and, glancing at the number painted on the ball, he looked back up at the commentator who was also looking at his number. "I'm number 8"

The commentator nodded and wrote down Gohan's name and number before turning to the officials at the board so to get down the new fighter and number. While they did this, Gohan handed the ball to the commentator then walked back to Videl who smiled in greeting to her mate when he returned.

"Alright, lets see, we have a Mr. Kibito."

The pink tall fighter standing next to Shin stepped forward with his arms firmly laid by his sides. He reached the box with only a few strides and after looking through the box blindly with his hand, pulled out his number and held it out to the commentator. After a quick glance, the commentator nodded and turned to the monk at the board who was waiting patiently for the next fighter's name.

"Kibito is number 7!" The monk nodded and wrote Kibito's name under his number. With the first parings set up, Gohan looked at the board intently.

"Me and Kibito huh? What a coincidence…"

At that moment Goku came up behind him and laid a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. Gohan glanced over his shoulder to see his father staring at him seriously.

"Listen son Kibito may be a big guy but he's not unbeatable. We know he's with that strange Shin character but that doesn't give us a reason to fear them. Remember, stay confident and focused, a true warrior fights with the mind", instructed Goku in a reassuring tone of voice. Gohan nodded with his own serious expression.

"Yeah, I know dad… I know…"

The pairings went on with the commentator calling out for Piccolo who actually used the name Majunior, which the Z-fighters found strange and amusing. But they did understand Piccolo's motives as he wanted to keep his true identity away from the Piccolo, after all, he did murder millions in his previous form as King Piccolo and was well known throughout the tournament and history books. The fight between him and Goku in the previous world tournament didn't go on unnoticed. He drew a number 4, pitting him up against Shin, the mysterious fighter.

When Krillin's opponent number 2 who was known as Pintar was called up, it appeared that Krillin's size odds was tested to the limits when the red skinned fat, Indian fighter came up to the plate. When he drew his number, he actually approached Krillin and gave him quite a hard time. But the monk, known for his retaliations and teasing abilities was able to repel the giant's insults for the time being.

After Pintar left, the Z-fighters redirected their attention to the line up board. During Pintar and Krillin's verbal abuse war, they had missed out a couple of other calls. Those included Killer's call who was the tall, black fighter standing by Jewel. He was number 13. The other one was Might mask, the strangely short but muscular man wearing the weird witch's hat cape and outfit Goku had spotted before. He was number 14.

The commentator continued on with the draw. "OK, will Vegeta please approach the stage!"

Vegeta, who had been silent through most of the time and was leaning against a nearby wall looked up and headed over to draw his number from the box. As usual he wore his regular serious scowl as he retrieved his number form the box but when he did, his scowl turned into a smirk and he held his number out towards Goku. The older Saiyan gasped when he saw the number as did every other Z-fighter around them.

"Number 12", declared Vegeta with an evil grin.

"What! Goku and Vegeta are at it in the first bout!" shouted Krillin.

"N-Not those two", stuttered Piccolo.

Vegeta and Goku were well known for their rivalry and their determination was what made their fights so intense. And because they were full blooded Super Saiyan's, they knew that the fight would be colossal and destructive. They'd be lucky enough to have a ring at the end of their bout.

Goku smiled as he stared at Vegeta. "That's just fine with me…"

"A fight with Kakarote… PERFECT! Just the opportunity I've been waiting for to test my true Saiyan abilities!" With a final smirk, Vegeta tossed the ball over to the commentator and walked back to his wall where he leaned against it, crossed his arms and closed his eyes.

The commentator looked a little surprised at the reaction between both Goku and Vegeta however, merely shrugged the entire incident off and went on with the draw. Looking back at his clip board went over the list and smiled, looking back up to announce the name of one of the well known fighters competing.

"Ahh yes… Miss Videl!"

Videl grinned and exclaimed a silent 'yes' before walking over to the monk with the box. She was just rummaging through the contents when she became curious about her father's absence and decided to try and get some answers. "Do you know where my dad is", she asked looking up at the tournament commentator. The glasses wearing commentator shrugged.

"I think Hercule is still in his private gym going through some last minute training", he replied. Videl nodded and, after several more seconds of looking through the box, found her number and pulled it out. She looked at it and blinked, turning to the white board with the tournament line up on it.

"I'm number 5." The commentator smiled in return and wrote down Videl's number and name. While the officials looked basically excited about the upcoming fights, Gohan and the Z-fighters looked a little bit uneasy.

((Videl, you're fighting Spopovitch)) Gohan said through his link with Videl when she returned.

((I know. Great, what am I supposed to do Gohan?))

((Just try to stay focused OK, try to beat him quickly if you have to. If anything else comes up, you know what to do…))

Videl nodded and turned back to watch the last of the draws. Next name to be drawn was Yamu, the smaller, bald guy standing with Spopovitch. He approached the monk with the box along the same route however used a more graceful, firm posture, unlike Spopovitch who had a rather stiffened posture in his walk. Yamu drew number 15. And last but not least, Hercule. Since the champ wasn't present at the moment, the commentator drew it for him, and it turned out to be number 10.

The commentator let out a cheer and pointed towards the line up ion the white board behind him where two monks were standing by ready for the next move.

"There, we finally have a full board of fighters!"

Finally, now that the line has been drawn, there was no way of changing it. The World Tournament adult division was finally underway.

The line up:

Krillin vs. Pintar

Shin vs. Piccolo

Videl vs. Spopovitch

Kibito vs. Gohan

Number 18# vs. Hercule

Goku vs. Vegeta

Killer vs. Mighty Mask

Yamu vs. Jewel

TO BE CONTINUED…