Dragonball Z is owned by Toei Animation and Akira Toriyama.
This story is told in the POV of my OC, Trixie.
With this out of the way, let's begin.
Chapter 34
After telling everyone about the tournament and after training for a full week, everyone got on their way to Papaya Island to partake in the tournament. The West City denizens, including Launch, took a Capsule Corp jet-car, the residents at Kame House flew there along with the Saiyans and Piccolo, and I just warped all of Goku's family and Broly to the area in question with my ghost powers.
And once everyone had arrived, the short fortune teller arrived on Earth with Goku right by her side. "Here we are, Goku. Remember, 24 hours. And don't get killed again," Baba said to him sternly before she warped away on her own, everyone looking at Goku with a smile.
"Kakarot! Oh, I've missed you so much!" Gine smiled as she ran up and hugged Goku with tears in her eyes.
"Hey, guys, nice to see ya," Goku smiled.
"Goku! It really is you!" Krillin smiled.
"Love the hair, Krillin," Goku smirked as he also noted that he was being held by 18 and Krillin held onto their 3 year old kid Marron. "Did you have a kid with Lazuli? Cool!" Goku smirked.
"Hehe, what can I say, we're a family now," Lazuli smiled as Yamcha walked forward with his daughter next.
"Notice my kid? Onin and I got married and little Ayame here is going to destroy the Junior division," Yamcha smiled.
"Heh, I'll admit, didn't expect you to have a kid with Onin, Yamcha. And sensing her power, I can tell that she is pretty tough. How old is she again?" Goku smiled.
"One an' a haff," Ayame giggled as she flew out of her dad's arms happily and landed on the ground.
"And who's the one that looks like a little me? Is that Goten?" Goku asked.
"Daddy!" Goten smiled in happiness as he rushed up to Goku and hugged him tightly.
"Now that everyone has been acquainted, I say it's time to fight in the tournament," Launch smiled in her blonde persona.
"Agreed. Let's head off and register," Tien smiled, all of us heading out and going to registration.
"Okay, state your name?" the woman asked Goten.
"Goten," he smiled.
"Okay, you'll be in the junior division," the lady said, giving him his card and then him rushing into the fighter's lounge while Yamcha brought forth Ayame. "Excuse me... are you registering alone?" the woman asked.
"Not just me. Little Ayame may not look much, but she's going to be the toughest in the juniors," Yamcha smiled as Onin walked by him with a smile.
"Okay, Ayame, you're in luck. Only 2 spots were remaining. Who's the last Junior to fight?" the woman asked.
"That'd be me. Name's Trunks Briefs," Trunks smiled as he pushed past Yamcha with a smile.
"Okay, you'll be the final juniors. And your names?" the woman smiled at Yamcha and Onin.
"Yamcha and Onin. We're both competing in the tournament proper," Onin smiled.
"Very well, here are your cards. You'll be fighting with whoever is the first match on your cards," the woman said. I then approached the woman and she looked at me with a smile.
"Well, well, if it isn't the ghost girl that saved us from those blue-skinned aliens. You're name is Trixie 'Ghost Girl' Gunders, right?" she asked.
"Right on the money," I smiled at her.
"Okay, here is your ticket," the woman said as she handed me my ticket. And when I saw the number of who I was going to fight, I was all smiles as he had registered before the kids.
"Oh boy, I'm gonna be facing off with you, Bardock," I smiled at him.
"Hehe, I won't be holding back," he smiled at me.
"And I won't hold back on you," I smiled at him as we then proceeded into the next room and Hercule was just then demonstrating the punching power he possessed on the punching machine.
We then took our positions with me going to the punching machine first and foremost. I then smiled as I punched the machine with my gloved fist and it made the entire machine fly across the place and slam into the wall on the other side in a crumpled mess. Luckily Hercule wasn't around to witness it, but the MC was.
"Whoa! What kind of punch was that?! It was off the charts!" he exclaimed.
"That's the power of a super-powered ghost girl, buddy," I smiled at him as I then waltzed into the foyer with swagger following my every movement. It was also at this point that I saw Videl was in the place and limbering up in front of Gohan, me smiling at how they were already showing affectionate signs for each other.
"Would you two just stop teasing and kiss already?" I smiled, the duo gasping and blushing at that, which made Ayame giggle as we then heard the announcements outside.
"We will now be starting the Junior division! We have 32 contestants this year in the running, so let's get ready! Contestants number 1 and number 2, please enter the arena," the announcer said, Ayame already smart enough to read her ticket number and notice her number.
"Haha! Ayame Numbah 1! Ayame Numbah 1!" she chanted happily to herself as she went out to fight with her first opponent.
"The rules for the Junior Division are simple. There will be two different sets of endurance matches. The last two standing after the 16 battles each will be our finalists," the announcer said.
I smiled as I watched the match from the jumbo screen in the foyer and saw that Ayame was absolutely a beast on the battlefield, knocking the kids out of the ring nonstop with one punch each until she had 15 consecutive wins under her belt! And the final one she was supposed to fight? None other than Goten.
"This is going to be an interesting fight, don't ya think?" Gohan smiled.
"So you know, I'm voting for Ayame. Go girl power!" Videl smiled.
"Same here, girl. I want to see this little tyke win the prize money for papa Yamcha," I smiled at them as the fight started and Ayame managed to match Goten blow for blow, her going Super after a bit and Goten gasping as he went Super too, them actually taking to the skies to continue their fight until Ayame got the idea to punch Goten in the stomach and then wrap her tail around his body. She then twirled around insanely quickly before slamming Goku's youngest kid into the outside of the ring!
"Ring out! Ayame moves onto the finals!" the announcer smiled.
"Yippee! Yay!" Ayame giggled as she then went back into the foyer and ran to her dad with excitement, managing to topple him in the process.
"Ayame in the finals, daddy! Haha!" Ayame smiled.
"You sure are, hon. I'm proud of you," Yamcha smiled at her.
"That kid is surely going to be going up against Trunks soon. Let's see whose kid wins the prize money, huh, Yamcha?" Vegeta smirked at Yamcha.
"Uh, yeah, hehe of course," Yamcha said. I didn't blame him for being a bit nervous around Vegeta still. He saw firsthand how evil he was in the past when he sent his Saibamen to blow a hole in his torso.
"Okay, the next round of the Junior fights is going to begin! Junior contestants 17 and 18 please head out to the battlefield?" the announcer asked, Trunks smirking as his said 17. "Well, I wish we could go out there, but we'd only ruin the kids' fun," Lapis smiled, me laughing at that.
"That was a good one," I smiled at him.
"Agreed, that was pretty funny," Goku laughed a bit as well.
When the second endurance rounds were finished, Trunks had handled all of his opponents quite easily, including the kid whose mom exclaimed that he had cheated. Her voice was just as annoying in the anime and she looked hideous on top of that. "Looking at the video footage, we can find no means of foul play. Therefore, Trunks still remains as our finalist. Would junior contestant 1 please come out for the finals?" the announcer asked, Vegeta, Onin, Goten, Gohan, Yamcha, and I all gluing our eyes to the jumbo screen to see how the fight would go down.
"Okay, when the bell sounds, you may begin the fight," the announcer said, Ayame smiling as she sucked on her binkie from her tail for a few sucks before spitting it back out, making me smirk.
"Time to find out which is better. Trunks has the age advantage, but Ayame has the speed advantage and an extra appendage with that tail," I smiled.
"Indeed, this is going to be interesting," Krillin smirked as the bell rang and Ayame and Trunks immediately went Super and the duo then proceeded to match blows in the skies and Ayame looked to be toying with Trunks almost.
"You're quite skilled for a toddler, Ayame! You're amazing!" Trunks admitted to her.
"Haha! Purple hair cute!" Ayame giggled as she jumped above and started to pull at Trunks's hair, me giggling at how Trunks didn't like it one bit and it actually threw him off balance, the kid taking advantage of that and smacking him in the back of his legs with her feet and then elbowing him to the ground in his side, Trunks actually thrown for a loop as he fell out of the ring and the match was decided.
"Ring out! Ayame is the champion of the Junior rounds! Not only that, but give her a round of applause, ladies and gentlemen! She now holds the world record for youngest martial arts champion in the entire world!" the announcer exclaimed as he had a special camera and he looked at Ayame happily as she posed cutely afterwards before he took the picture.
"Ayame Numbah 1! Ayame Numbah 1!" the crowd chanted along with Ayame, which made her extremely happy.
"And now, we will have an exhibition match of Ayame versus the World Martial Arts Champ, Hercule!" the announcer said, Hercule looking to be a bit unprepared as he reluctantly went out to the ring and he looked at the kid with a smile.
"I promise to go easy on ya if you go easy on me, okay, kid?" Hercule smiled.
"Ayame Numbah 1! Ayame stwong!" Ayame smiled as she flexed her tiny muscles, them actually being much larger when she was in Super state.
"Oh boy, I don't think that Ayame got the memo to take it easy on Hercule," I admitted.
"Let's see how he handles this," Piccolo smiled as the match started. And it ended just as soon as it began with Ayame punching Hercule into the wall in one go. But then, he got up from it and smiled while laughing heartily.
"Ahaha! You got me, little one! Hahaha! What a punch! What a trooper! Haha!" Hercule laughed out loud, the crowd smiling and chanting his name, making me smile at how he managed to turn that loss into a victory.
"Dad... he knew he lost so he made it look like he let her win," Videl frowned as her brow furrowed.
"Well, better to let the masses believe that than for the media to hear that the champ lost to a baby," I smiled.
"Yeah, you got me there," Videl admitted.