12:47 PM – Local Supermarket

Vegeta was shopping around in the supermarket, looking for some stuff him and his college friends might need.

"Stupid Marcellous.." Vegeta mumbled, "Always making me go grocery shopping because he's taller than me... hey, spray cheese."

"Hey, Vegeta!" said Takeo as he came walking down to Vegeta.

"Dude, what are you doing here?"

"They're having a exhibition tonight against this new Russian dude."

"...And?"

"I'm gonna be his opponent!"

"Are you serious?"

"Is the Earth round?"

"Technically, it's not. It's flat at its poles."

"Dude, shut up."

"Does Marcellous know?"

"I'm on my way to tell him."

"I'm just doing some shopping, you want a ride?"

"You don't have a car."

"True, but Raditz always leaves his keys on the counter, where anyone can take them."

1:15 PM – Dorm 666

Raditz was looking around the dorm for something. "Hey Kakarot, did you see my keys anywhere?"

"No, not really."

"What do you mean, not really?"

"Your car is missing too, so I guess your keys went with it, too."

"Damn, I was supposed to go to the dentist today."

"Screw dentists." said Marcellous. "I can do the same thing with a power drill."

"I'm not letting you anywhere near my mouth with something that can be used as a weapon."

"Hey guys." said Takeo as he came in with Vegeta, who then put some groceries on the counter.

"Catch." said Vegeta as he threw some keys at Raditz. "By the way, your car has a HUGE scratch across the back bumper."

Raditz ran outside.

"Sucker."

"Marcellous, you know about that new boxing exhibition match tonight, right?"

"Yeah, they still haven't decided to dude's opponent."

"You're lookin' at him."

"NO WAY."

"Yes way!"

"How are you supposed to fight him? You haven't been in the ring for the last 20 years!"

"I've been training for the last 15."

"Well, I guess I could be in your corner."

7:30 PM – Hirokiwa Stadium

Marcellous and Takeo were in the locker room, getting ready for the match.

"Dad, are you sure you can do this?"

"Relax, I've done tons of exhibitions in my time."

"But this new guy is better, stronger, and faster. Plus, he's Russian."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"He works out to techno music!"

"That doesn't mean anything."

"Techno music is very invigorating."

"The match is about to begin."

In the arena....

"Welcome to the Hirokiwa Stadium. Tonight we are hosting a boxing exhibition between the Russian Nickolai Drago, who is currently undefeated since his debut in Russia 3 months ago. His opponent tonight is Takeo "The Terrible", who is a veteran boxer, best known for his TKO over George Foreman at Madison Square Garden. Takeo is planning to make a comeback after 20 years, but his chances don't seem so good."

"You are absolutely right about Takeo's chance being slim, Tony. But we must remember that Takeo is a two-time World Heavyweight champion."

"Quiet, Brandon. The match is about to start."

Then the announcer stepped into the ring.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to the ring....from Moscow, Russia weighing in a 356 lbs, at 6"11....NICKOLAI DRAGO!!!"

Then a tall, pale Russian stepped into the ring, and he was quite muscular, almost to the point where he was unnatural. He had blue eyes and spiky, blonde hair.

Then the crowd booed him.

"And his opponent, from the wonderful city of Hirokiwa, weighing in at 134 lbs, the former two-time World Heavyweight Champion...TAKEO THE TERRIBLE!

As Takeo came in with his corner men (Marcellous, Raditz, and Vegeta), the crowd started cheering wildly.

As both men got into the ring, the referee called them both to the center of the ring.

"Okay, I want a good clean fight. No hitting below the belt, no kidney punches,no rabbit punches. In the event of a knockdown you go to the neutral corner and stay there until I tell you otherwise."

Then both men went to their corners.

Round One

As the bell commencing the first round had rung, both men stepped out of their corners. Nickolai simply stood there. Takeo was maneuvering around the ring,until he started laying a few punches on the Russian.

"It doesn't look like Drago is feeling those jabs, Brandon."

"He must be joking."

Sick and tired of just standing around, Drago finally punched Takeo. But this was no ordinary punch. This was a knockout punch.

Takeo took a few steps back, and continued moving around the ring.

"It looks like Takeo was hurt by that punch."

Drago caught up with Takeo, and then he trapped him in a corner, where he unleashed a load of punches.

"I think the ref should stop this before he kills him!"

"The ref's not gonna stop the match because of a little blood, dude."

By this point, the ref had made Drago back off of Takeo, who was now bleeding. Thankfully the bell rung, and both men had end back to their corners.

End of Round One

Vegeta was taking care of Takeo's cuts, and Raditz was taking care of the bruises.

"Dad, I have to stop this. He's killing you out there!" said Marcellous.

"Don't....stop...the match."

"I have to! It's not even the second round yet, and he's already got you bleeding!"

"I swear to God, don't stop the match!"

Then the bell rung.

Start of Round Two

Both men started in the center of the ring. Takeo started to give a few punches to the body.

"Drago still isn't feeling it."

"It looks like Takeo's in some pretty hot water."

Then Drago started throwing jabs at Takeo, which the latter blocked. Before anyone knew it, Takeo was on the ropes, and Drago was unleashing on him. Then Drago backed off due to the ref's orders.

Takeo was down to one eye, the other one swollen and bleeding. Hell, most of his face was swollen and bleeding.

Then Drago connected a mighty knockout punch.

"And Drago comes with a powerful haymaker!"

"It looks like that could end the match!"

Then Takeo bounced off of the ropes and on to the mat.

"Dude, I think he's done." said Vegeta to Marcellous.

By this time, the ref had counted to 10.

Takeo still hadn't gotten up.

Then corner men and tabloid reporters alike rushed into the ring.

Marcellous went and turned his dad over. He checked for a pulse.

"Dude, is he okay?" asked Raditz.

"...I'm not getting a pulse."

"Hey, someone get an ambulance out here!" shouted Vegeta.

Meanwhile, reporters were simply crowding Nickolai.

"Mr. Drago, it looks like you just killed a man. Do you have anything to say?"

"..If he dies....he dies."

Then Marcellous and Drago stared at each other for a quick second.

2 weeks later...

2:45 PM – Dude Cave

Marcellous was sitting alone on the couch, watching the news channel.

"In other news, the funeral for the former boxer, Takeo "The Terrible" was held today. For those who don't know, Takeo was killed in his match last week against Russian Nickolai Drago, who the local press has nicknamed 'Death from Above'. Rumor has it that next month, Takeo's son is set to fight Drago in his hometown of Moscow, Russia. Back to you, Diane."

Marcellous turned off the TV.

"Hey." said Rae as she walked in. "Your dad's funeral was a few hours ago."

"Yeah, I know."

"Did you hear the rumor?"

"Yup."

"Tell me...is it true?"

"...Yeah."

"I'm going to Russia to fight Drago."

"But why? You didn't even know him that well!"

"But he was still my dad."

"I think you should know..I think this is stupid."

"To be honest, Rae...I don't care what you're opinion is on this."

"Are you saying...you don't care what I think?!"

"Well, if you think me doing what I want to do is stupid....I don't think we should be together."

"Are you...breaking up with me?"

"If you don't want be to do what I think is right...then yes."

Then Rae got up and walked away.

Marcellous buried his face in his hands.