Jill was sent tumbling along a rocky plateau after Gine jumped back up and kicked her in the face mid-recovery. She had been knocked out of her Devil Trigger. Gine was still just a Super Saiyan. Jill stumbled back onto her feet and wiped the blood from her lip. She wasn't done yet... though she knew Gine was going to win anyways. Her eyes widened as she looked back over to Gine... she had just lifted up a huge boulder with one hand.
"Oh now that's just showing off..." Jill muttered.
"Hey Jill, up for some Tennis?!" Gine grinned. She chucked the boulder at Jill, the spherical rock hurling towards Jill with incredible speed. Jill dashed forward, fist-first. Boom! Jill punched straight through the solid rock with one advancing right hook: smashing it to pieces and flying straight for Gine. "Huh... didn't think you'd actually punch..." Gine was cut off as Jill's fist connected with her cheek and sent her flying into a wall. Jill landed back down and cracked her knuckles.
"I prefer bowling..." Jill remarked, responding to Gine's previous question.
"Alright... let's get serious..." Gine walked out of the smoke, her Super Saiyan aura growing more frantic... Jill readied herself. "This is Super Saiyan 2..." Gine ascended further: her hair turning spikier and leaving only a single bang over her forehead as sparks of bio-electricity began to zap around her. The ground started to crack beneath her. A grin grew on her face. Jill stared at Gine. She lowered her arms and exited her fighting stance. She let out a sigh.
"I'm barely standing from Super Saiyan 1... you win, I give up. I knew I couldn't win against you, but it was fun to fight anyway. Mind teaching me the Kamehameha some time? I'd save a lot of grenades and shotgun shells using it for crowd control..." Jill let her red aura die away and a smile grew on her face. Gine smiled back and nodded, returning to her base form.
"You'd rather take a forfeit then a knock out?" Gine asked.
"I know when to stop fighting... some times it's smarter to 'run' then fight." Jill shrugged.
"Okay then." Gine placed her left hand on her hip and raised her right in a shrugging manner.
"Match end." The computer voice called out. The virtual reality faded away and the two found themselves standing in the middle of an arena resembling the Tenkaichi Budokai arena, the crowds surrounding them. "Next match... Kuriza... vs... Mewtwo." Gine and Jill left the stage as Kuriza flew out of the crowds and landed where Gine once stood. Mewtwo teleported onto the stage just a few seconds afterwards, appearing where Jill had stood.
"Go Mewtwo!" Hilda and Red cheered the Ultimate Pokemon on, Red's Charizard and Hilda's Lucario joining in: Charizard roaring and Lucario using Aura to speak.
Mewtwo appeared before Kuriza as the son of Frieza tightened the black belt of his brown gi outfit. A brown cloak was wrapped around Mewtwo's neck as he stood there with his arms folded, the tattered cloth flowing to his side. Kuriza looked up to see Mewtwo standing there. They maintained eye-contact. Mewtwo had his signature frown and Kuriza was just looking at him curiously, studying the Pokemon.
"You seem strong..." Mewtwo lowered his arms. "I'd better go all out..." Mewtwo clenched his fists.
"Are you...?" Kuriza cut himself off. Mewtwo tilted his head, raising a brow. "Never mind... you're different after all."
"Huh?" Mewtwo questioned.
"It's nothing... you just look a bit like someone I knew..." Kuriza responded.
"Alright... you ready for a fight?"
"Ready as ever." Kuriza briefly smiled, adopting his Ansatsuken stance.
"Huh... like Ryu..." Mewtwo muttered. The virtual reality began to develop around the two.
"Virtua-World online. Base forms power levels altered to an even balance between participating fighters. Match commencing in... 3... 2... 1..." Mewtwo and Kuriza tensed. "Match start!" A virtual recreation of Planet Namek.
"Let's go..." Mewtwo blasted towards Kuriza, his aura leaving a light purple trail in his wake.
"So... who's got this, mr know-it-all?" Dante looked over to Vergil.
"Hard to say... I'm unfamiliar with this Kuriza fellow, haven't seen him fight yet... he seems to have good form though. But Mewtwo is a genius in combat, he's a very tactical fighter and his techniques are quite varied... but I sense Kuriza has a trick or two up his sleeve: things could go either way... but who knows, maybe Mega Evolution and the Poke Planet Keys will give Mewtwo an advantage." Vergil admitted.
"Poke... Planet Keys...?" Megatron leaned forward, talking with a mouthful of Energon popcorn.
"What about 'em?" Dante looked behind him.
"Sounds familiar... I think I've heard something about 'Planet Keys' before..." Megatron rubbed his chin.
"Hmm, it does sound familiar." Optimus muttered.
"I think he's about to use one." Vergil pointed out, everybody turning back to the fight.
Mewtwo teleported behind Kuriza, reappearing behind him instantaneously and kicking him through a plateau before he teleported again and reappeared just in front of Kuriza to sent him crashing into the water below with a Shadow Ball.
"Let's see how you handle this... Poke Key power!" Mewtwo flew higher up and the skies darkened...
Picture Mewtwo was in a purple vortex with a red streak down the middle. A circular metal object with a purple rim and white centre rushed towards him, a Poke Key: a fragment of a Poke Planet Key's power. It fused with Mewtwo, disappearing inside him before a pure white aura developed around him. Mewtwo spun around before raising his right arm up above his head. "Let's try this on for size first! Poke Key power! Super Psystrike!" A sphere of psychic energy swirled developed above his open palm, the Super Psystrike ball growing larger each second as Mewtwo channeled his power. "How will yo handle this attack?" Mewtwo inquired as the Super Psystrike reached completion... the sphere twice the size of a regular Psystrike.
"Well... that was overly anime..." Kuriza muttered as he flew back out of the water. Mewtwo chucked the Psystrike at him, the ball of energy rushing straight for him. Kuriza grinned. "I'll just have to counter with my own..." He adopted his Messatsu Senpuu Ken charging stance, placing both hands to his right side and cupping them. Mewtwo narrowed his eyes. Teleport! As Kuriza began to charge up his Messatsu Senpuu Ken to counter the Super Psystrike that drew ever closer, Mewtwo reappeared behind in an instant... a Shadow Ball at the ready. "Damn it! That's a Goku trick!" Kuriza whined before Mewtwo blasted him into the Super Psystrike with his Shadow Ball, the Super Psystrike then forcing him into the ground as Mewtwo teleported away to safety... avoiding the incoming blast...
"I'm almost impressed..." Megatron waved his right hand casually in the air.
"By a Pokemon that could most certainly kick your ass at this point?" Dante chuckled, inquiring to the Cybertronian. Megatron growled at him.
"Don't tempt me..." Megatron reached for his fusion shotgun.
"Megatron, we're in public." Optimus frowned. Megatron hesitated before lowering his left arm.
"Grr... I miss Africa..." He grumbled.
"What do you even do out there besides asert your dominance over elephants and giraffes?" Dante questioned.
"I sit around... doing... things..." Megatron hesitantly replied.
"He runs a daycare for hatchlings." Optimus quickly followed up.
"Damn it, Prime!" Megatron snapped.
"You trust him with that?" Vergil looked over his shoulder.
"I kicked the Decepticons out... they're Starscream's problem now." Megatron took another handful of Energon popcorn.
"Do you even pay child support?" Dante smirked.
"I will murder you!" Megatron snapped again.
"You couldn't even kill Shia LaBeouf!" Dante threw his arms in the air.
"The frack is a LaBeouf?!" Megatron threw his own arms up in the air. "I am this close to shooting you!"
"Well, just do it!" Dante flexed in a mocking manner.
"AARRRGGHHH!"
"This is why I never take you places..." Optimus rubbed his optics, smacking Megatron round the back of the head.
"The frack, Prime?! The frack?!" Megatron turned to his brother.
"At least it wasn't an axe..." Jill muttered.
"I swear our adventures just get weirder..." Vegeta spoke to himself, watching the bickering from the other side of the stadium.