LOOOOK WHO'S BACK! Missed me? XD Yeah, I know, it took me long enough—like, four months? Goddamn, time does fly by—and I'm sorry. I know waiting sucks, but I've been really busy lately. School's kicking my ass right now, and I've had this massive writing block lately. But I've managed to update! :D
I apologize if there are any mistakes. It's time for the Junior Division! I hope you all enjoy!
"Why do those freaks have tails?" Idasa muttered to his two sidekicks as he looked at the group of young Z-Fighters that had apparently installed themselves on a corner and owned it.
The Saiyans had decided that it was pointless to hide their tails when Goku had already participated on the tournament before with his tail let loose and nobody really questioned it. And up to now, no-one had really questioned it much. Well, some did shoot them a look because people with monkey tails weren't what they normally saw but they shrugged it off quickly and didn't make a fuss about it. The other kids here didn't seem to care, but Idasa wasn't like them.
"I don't know," one of his sidekicks, the brunette one, shrugged. "They're probably fake."
"What if they're real? It'd be kinda cool to have a tail," the other one, the shortest out of the three, a black-haired kid, said.
"It wouldn't be fuckin' cool," Idasa said. "It'd make you a freak. And they're god damn freaks."
Idasa was fifteen years old, probably the oldest one participating, and he was extremely egocentric. He believed he was the best, and that he was a hotshot. He and his two friends were the popular ones at his school, and his little brother Ikose, who was only one year younger, was following his footsteps as well. Their mother was a very arrogant, obnoxious woman, and they definitely inherited those traits of her personality.
He strongly believed these kids wouldn't stand a chance against him. Actually, he believed he should've been participating with the adults. However, he wasn't sixteen yet, so he couldn't. He thought that was stupid because he considered himself cooler than most sixteen-year-olds he's met. However, being in the Junior Division made it that much easier for him. He'd beat them all and he'll be the one who shakes Mr. Satan's hand, even if it meant defeating his brother. 'Ikose can do that next year when I'm not participating.' He smirked. 'I'm gonna win this tournament.'
"That's true," the shorter boy shrugged.
"Yeah, it is. And you know what we do with freaks, right?"
His brunette friend caught on and smirked. "We're gonna fuck with them. Give 'em a scare."
"Exactly."
Idasa and his two friends walked up to the group of younger kids with a smirk in their faces. No-one of that little group was older than them, so naturally, they were cocky and believed the fact they were older would scare them, especially with their attitude. It scared kids back home, so it should be the same here. That group of kids will be terrified.
"I can't decide what to buy if I win," Trunks was saying as the three humans talked about them.
"Well, I guess when your family is the richest in the world, there aren't many toys that you don't have," Goten said with a smile.
"So, maybe you could buy us toys?" Rose suggested with a grin.
"I already lend you all my toys," Trunks complained. "I'm not gonna use all my money to buy you toys."
"Then what're you gonna buy?" Chimaki asked from where she was sitting with Cella and Cumber.
"I'm thinking!"
"Think quicker!" Daikon said. He wasn't really patient, just like his father.
Cella leaned back against the wall. "Well, if I were you and lived here and won the money, then I would—"
"Hey, freaks!"
They all turned to see Idasa and his two friends walking up to them, trying to give off that vibe of tough macho persona and failing completely. "Yeah, that's right. I'm talkin' 'bout you. What're a bunch of freaks doing here?"
"Oh, I don't know," Cumber said sarcastically as he stood. Idasa was a few months older than him, but that didn't mean Cumber would just stand there and let this human talk shit about them. He liked humans a lot, but there were idiots like Idasa whom Cumber really couldn't stand. "Maybe we're here to fight. What's a diva doing here though?"
"Diva?" Idasa gritted his teeth in anger. "You think I'm a diva? Look at your hair! It looks like you spent hours in a god damn hairdressing salon to get it done!"
"That's right!" Idasa's friends chorused.
"Believe it or not, my brother's hair is natural," Cella said with a smile, but the glint in her eye was anything but friendly.
"Same can't be said about you, though," Chimaki muttered in annoyance.
"Yeah! You look like a princess!" Kytsu exclaimed as she let out a laugh.
"Oh, you think so, little kid?" Idasa asked sarcastically, shifting his gaze to the little four-year-old. "What're you doing here anyway? There's no way a little peanut like you could even fight."
"You'd be surprised," Pia said.
"Oh, really?" Idasa turned his glare to the five-year-old standing beside her sister. "Then why don't you show us what you're made of, pumpkin?"
Kytsu was about to say yes, and she would've if it hadn't been for her sister speaking up first. "We'll show you in the ring," Pia said, giving off that cute vibe, but her friends and family weren't fooled. Pia could be calm and shy, but she was still a fierce fighter even at her young age.
"It's not like it'll be hard for them to beat a weakling like you," Cumber said. He was blunt and proud, too reckless and careless to notice when he had to shut up. Maybe this wasn't a life threatening situation, but it wouldn't be a good idea to coax Idasa into a fight. It could get them into trouble, but Cumber didn't care. "I hope you realize you can't win, so you better just leave and go get your hair done, Princess."
"You little—" Idasa gritted his teeth.
"What, you wanna fight?" Cumber challenged, and Idasa was about to attack, and he probably would've, if it hadn't been for Chimaki standing up and pushing both boys away from each other.
"Okay, that's enough!" She looked at Cumber. "Cumber, lay off." Cumber looked like he wanted to argue but Chimaki sent him a look and he backed down. "And you!" She pointed at Idasa. "Get the hell out of here. You wanna fight something out? Do it in the ring."
"Just remember you're gonna be beaten," Trunks said with a smirk. "You have better walk away."
Idasa was shaking in anger. "That's it! I'm gonna fight you all in the tournament, and I'm gonna beat you so hard you'll all have a concussion!"
"Sounds fun," Trunks smirked.
Chimaki rolled her eyes. "Just get out," she ordered in irritation.
"This isn't over!" Idasa screamed as he and his friends walked away.
"Why did you stop it? It could've been an awesome fight, man," Daikon complained. He hadn't butted into the conversation simply because he'd wanted the fight to happen so he could watch it and Chimaki ruined it for him.
"We can fight him later in the ring," she said. "Just… whoever fights him, please teach that wannabe tough prick a lesson." They all agreed on that one.
That's when they heard the audience cheer excitedly. "I wonder what they're cheerin' about," Goten mused.
"Come on, Mr, Satan! Beat him!"
"Yeah, Mr. Satan! You can do it!"
"You're our hero!"
"SATAN! SATAN! SATAN!"
People cheered loudly as they watched the—clearly poorly done if you asked any of the Z-Fighters—reenactment for the Cell Games. The effects used to represent Ki attacks were downright terrible, as if it was trying to represent not only Cell's powers, but their own powers, as nothing but cheap tricks. Considering people always complained when superhero movies had bad editing, it was a wonder how they could actually cheer for a film that had bad acting and bad effects.
The costumes were badly done, the acting was poor (the actor of Cell could not talk without long pauses in between his speech), and it was a complete lie. The world didn't know, but what the movie was showing was nothing like what had happened in real life.
"This movie fucking sucks," Raditz managed to say as they watched it. The movie was so bad, it pretty much stunned all the Z-Fighters. They'd all flinched when seeing themselves in the screen.
"Why does my hair look like a bunch of bananas?" Goku had to ask.
"The acting is terrible, man. I mean, look at that. It's painful to watch," Seventeen commented.
"The effects are awful," Gohan mumbled. "They could've at least done that right."
Videl looked down at where her father was standing in the middle of the ring, and noticed him face palming as he watched the movie in embarrassment. "Well, at least my dad isn't particularly fond of this film either."
"It is a piece of crap," Tanip said, grimacing.
The movie ended with Mr. Satan 'defeating' Cell, kicking him into a mountain (which was completely ironic considering Cell bitch-slapped him into a mountain), and Cell exclaiming in a monotone voice, "I'm losing!"
"Mr. Satan is great!" 'Goku' in the film exclaimed.
"I wish I were him!" 'Vegeta' in the film nodded in agreement.
Both Goku and Vegeta stared at the screen before looking at each other, both with a perplexed look in their faces, before looking back at the screen.
Cell dramatically stood up in the movie. "I am beaten! …Ah." And he exploded.
And Mr. Satan stood in the film, doing a peace sign, and exclaiming, "Justice always wins!" And the credits rolled.
While everyone else was still cheering, the Z-Fighters were stunned into silence, their eyes wide.
"The fuck we just watched?!" Vegeta questioned.
"The most ridiculous and untrue yet entertaining movie of all time," Goku replied, letting out an awkward laugh.
"Ah! This is a wonderful seat so I can watch my Idasa and Ikose defeat all these kids," the mother of Idasa and Ikose grinned widely as she sat near Oolong, occupying most of his space and causing him to squeeze his soda and make most of it spray into his face. Oolong glared at the woman who hadn't even bothered to apologize—didn't seem to care he was there at all—before silently wishing his kids would have to fight one of the junior Z-Fighters so that the woman's happy mood ended up in utter disappointment.
"And now it's time for the Junior Division to start!" The announcer grinned as the people began to cheer. "Yes, I know. Exciting! Now, to begin, I would like to call our young participants to come to the ring!" The young fighters began making their way to the ring. "Unlike the adult division, there are no preliminaries in this division, which means all thirty-six participants will fight for the title of Junior Champion!" People cheered even more. "Let's give them a round of applause!" he exclaimed when all the kids were standing in the ring.
The audience began clapping.
"Great! Now it's time for the first match!" The announcer was grinning widely; glad the tournament was finally starting—even if it was just the Junior Division. "We have fourteen-year-old Cella versus twelve-year-old Bryson!"
Cella grinned. "Seems it's my turn."
"Kick his ass, Cella!" Cumber told her with a smirk as he and the other kids walked out of the ring. He knew his twin sister would win. It was a given.
Chimaki elbowed him in the gut as she rolled her eyes. "No need to hurt the poor guy," she said. She smiled at Cella. "Just you win!"
"You know I will." 'I wonder how I'll beat this guy. Depends on his attitude. If he's a dick, then he's definitely in for a humiliation. If not, then I guess I can fake weakness for a little…'
"Hey!" Bryson walked up to her and gave her a smile. "I just wanted to say I wish you good luck. You look tough. I hope we have a good fight."
Cella found herself smiling at the human. "Thanks. Same here." 'Okay, this guy definitely deserves to be given a chance. I'm gonna win anyway, but I won't humiliate him just because he's nice.'
The announcer looked at both young fighters, seeing they were both ready. "Fight!"
Cella was true to her word and fought with Bryson for a while. 'Considering he's a human that doesn't know how to use his Ki, he's pretty good. I mean he's pretty weak, but considering the circumstances, he's good.' Unlike her brother, Cella gave credit to people she believed deserved it, even if it was a little one. They exchanged blows for a while. Cella wasn't tired out and the boy's blows didn't hurt, but Bryson was obviously getting tired. 'I guess I have to end this.' She cornered Bryson until he ended up falling from the ring.
"Out of the ring! The winner is Cella!"
Cella bumped her first into the air, grinning. She turned to Bryson and helped him stand up. He didn't seem like a sore loser, and instead he smiled at her. "Thanks. You're really good. I guess I have to train more. I'll definitely be better next time!"
"That's the attitude to have!" Cella really was liking this kid. 'If the Earthlings find out the truth today—and they probably will—then people like him will be able to finally train and live up to their true potentials.' The two walked back to where the other kids were waiting, just talking about martial arts, and then they waved goodbye and walked their own ways.
"You sure seemed nice to that kid, huh?" Cumber muttered in annoyance.
Cella smacked him. "Don't be jealous, Brother. He's nice. It's not like I'll ever see him again anyway."
Cumber muttered. He loved to annoy his sister, but she was his family and he protected family. Even from harmless boys. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
Two fights later, it was Chimaki's turn. The girl grinned widely when she heard the announcer call for her. Her opponent was a 13-year-old boy, a year older than her. "I wonder if the guy I'll fight is nice or mean," she commented.
"It doesn't really matter 'cause you'll beat him anyway, sis!" Goten chirped happily.
"That I will!" she grinned and walked to the ring beside the boy.
'She looks familiar… And if I remember correctly, she was standing with Goku and the others. Is it possible that she's Goku and Chi-Chi's daughter?' The announcer looked at the girl. She did look a lot like Chi-Chi, but she had some few features that was definitely Goku. The spiky hair and that grin were definitely him. 'That is Goku's daughter! That is so awesome! Now we'll get to see what the real fighters are made of.'
The announcer couldn't stop smiling. Everyone who was part of Goku's group was probably super strong. He noticed the girl that fought first, Cella, seemed to hang out with Chimaki and everyone else, which meant she was part of that group as well. He was sure every single kid out of that group was super powerful and actually knew how to put a fight. It was exciting to know that things would be fun to watch again. He knew the fights between normal kids entertained most of the audience, but he was part of the group of people who wanted to see a badass battle. And he was sure he would!
"Fight!"
Chimaki's opponent was a mouthy, proud boy that was sure he'd win because he was older and because Chimaki was a girl. Chimaki quickly defeated him, proving him wrong, and the whole audience cheered while the announcer grinned in excitement.
"Next we have fourteen-year-old Cumber versus ten-year-old Justin!"
"Don't kill him," Cella warned.
"And don't hurt him too bad," Chimaki added.
Cumber rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, will do."
Cumber kept his word and defeated Justin quickly and as painlessly as possible. Justin hadn't been too happy, and he'd began to throw a bit of a tantrum, much to Cumber's annoyance. Despite how much he wanted to shut the kid up, he just ignored him and went back to his friends.
There were three other fights between Cumber's and Trunks'. In the second one, the kid who lost begun to cry, disappointed he'd lost. He was quickly comforted when Mr. Satan showed up, and after the champ gave him words of reassurance, he couldn't stop smiling. It was clear Mr. Satan knew how to win a crowd, gaining their love and respect.
But would he still have it when the truth came out?
Trunks had to fight Idasa, something he definitely didn't mind; he'd get to kick that mayor annoyance right out of the tournament. Most of the audience was convinced Trunks would lose because he was younger, but those who knew Trunks knew better. Trunks' friends cheered on him, telling him to teach him a lesson, something that Trunks was happy to do. As for Idasa, he was convinced he'd win against the kid. He had a smirk plastered in his face, genuinely believing he'd be champion.
"My handsome Idasa is gonna teach this kid how it's done! There is no way he'll lose against that bowl-cut little kid!"
Bulma glared at Idasa's mother for dissing her son, before yelling, "Come on, Trunks! Show him what you've got!"
"Oh, dear, that's not gonna be enough," the woman said arrogantly. "My dear boy is gonna defeat yours in a matter of seconds."
"I wouldn't be so sure. Trust me, my boy is gonna wipe the floor with yours," Bulma said.
"That's not gonna happen," the woman muttered with a glare at Bulma, fixing her stylish glasses.
"It fucking will, and it will be beautiful," Oolong muttered, happy that his wish had come true.
Trunks defeated Idasa in less than a few seconds. Two kicks and Idasa had flown into the air and ended up out cold. Trunks smirked—the guy who had tried to bully him and his friends ended up lying on the floor seeing stars—as he walked back to where his friends were. He hadn't tried to knock him out cold, but at least he finally shut up. Idasa had spent the entire time taunting Trunks and he had been getting tired of it.
"I told you," Bulma said proudly as the woman looked shocked.
"Your boy just got lucky! Don't be so proud. My son, Ikose, is definitely gonna do better!"
"I doubt it," Celga muttered under her breath, trying her best to ignore the annoying human.
After Trunks fought, it was Kytsu's turn to fight a ten-year-old boy. Similar to what happened with Trunks, everyone thought there was no way the four-year-old girl would defeat her opponent. People had to pick their jaws from the floor when the little Saiyan defeated the older kid with just three punches.
"That was boring," Kytsu pouted.
After Kytsu's fight, it was Rose's turn to fight against a nine-year-old girl. The girl was not half bad, and Rose traded some punches with her before getting bored and finally throwing the older girl out of the ring. The girl didn't hold it against Rose, though, and the two of them walked back chattering away.
A fight later, it was Goten's turn to fight Ikose. The boy hadn't been bothered at all by the fact that his older brother had lost to Trunks. If anything, he was grinning because that meant he had a better chance to winning the tournament himself! And he was convinced that, unlike his brother, he wouldn't lose against a kid that was seven years younger than him.
Goten was nervous. Not because he had to fight Ikose—he knew he would beat him—but because being in front of too many people made him nervous. He saw the just how many people there was in the audience and gulped.
"Goten," his sister put her hands on his shoulders. "Don't pay attention to the amount of people out there. I know it seems a bit scary, but they shouldn't worry you. Just go out there, beat that kid, and then come back here. It's just that simple, trust me."
Goten nodded and smiled at his sister. "Okay, Big Sister!"
Still, he was still nervous as he and Ikose went to the ring. Ikose noticed the kid's nerves and smirked, believing that Goten was nervous of the fight instead of the amount of people. "You look nervous."
Goten laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.
Ikose's mother laughed loudly. "Look at that other kid! He's so scared of my dear Ikose!" She laughed some more. She honestly believed, just like her son, that Goten was nervous of the fight and not the amount of people. "Ikose! Show that little tot just what you're made of! And don't hold back! Remember what happened to your brother? Show no mercy!"
"Goten!" Chi-Chi called, because she knew her son, and she knew that he was nervous for the amount of people. "Relax! You'll do fine!"
Ikose's mother immediately went and began saying how there was no way a little tot like Goten would be able to defeat Ikose. Chi-Chi and the others decided to ignore her, but not Bulma. The blue-haired genius decided to talk back to this annoying woman.
"Wasn't it your big strong son that my little boy knocked out cold with one little kick?"
The woman leaned in closer to Bulma, completely squashing poor Oolong as she yelled, "That was just pure luck! One miracle is enough for one day! This boy won't be so lucky!"
The announcer couldn't stop his shock when seeing Goten. "Oh my god! Goten, huh?" 'Okay, if that girl was Goku's daughter, then this is definitely his son. The resemblance is uncanny. He looks just like Goku did all those years ago!' He was amazed. 'Back when he and the others were just kids and participated. Goku fought against Jackie Chun in the finals. I'll never forget it!' He couldn't stop grinning. 'I'm sure this kid is gonna decimate all, just like his sister and his other friends have been doing!'
And the announcer was not disappointed at what he saw. Ikose tried to fight Goten, but the seven-year-old blocked every punch and kick that Ikose send his way, before just getting bored and punching Ikose. That one punch was enough to knock the boy out cold.
Ikose's mother looked shocked, and Bulma couldn't help but stick her tongue out at her childishly, laughing at the fact she'd proven the arrogant woman wrong. The woman couldn't stand Bulma mocking her, so she let out a screech and screamed, "I'm going to kill you!" She didn't even take three steps and Chi-Chi had already punched her, knocking her out cold.
"Thank you," Celga smiled at her childhood friend's wife.
"Finally some peace and quiet," blue-haired Launch agreed.
The people around them didn't even disagree.
It was Pia's turn, and she had to fight a twelve-year-old girl. By this point, people weren't even sure if they could pull the age card to determine the winner. And they were right not to do so, because the five-year-old Pia defeated the much older girl quite easily.
A fight later, it was Daikon's turn to fight. He was fighting a fifteen-year-old—one of Idasa's sidekicks. The other one had lost in a fight against another kid, so it only left him out of the three left, and Daikon was more than happy to kick him out of the tournament himself.
"Do not get out of hand," Chimaki warned her younger cousin.
"You are no fun," Daikon muttered.
"I'm being responsible. Now go, and remember not to hurt him too bad."
"Can I knock him out cold?"
"Yeah, sure," Chimaki shrugged. "Nothing too overkill though."
"Awesome!"
Daikon didn't waste any time in knocking the older kid out cold, although he didn't hurt him too much, and the crowd cheered at him. He smirked and threw his hands up in the air in celebration.
The next three fights were Cella, Chimaki, and Cumber against three other kids respectively. Obviously, the three Saiyans defeated their opponents. After those three matches and another one between an eleven-year-old versus a thirteen-year-old, it was time for Trunks to fight Kytsu. That was the very first match so far in which two Saiyans would fight.
"I hope you don't think you'll win," Trunks teased the younger girl with a smirk. He was aware he was much stronger than her, and he knew that she was aware of it, too.
Kytsu stuck her tongue out at him. She was young, and she was quite proud of her strength; she was still convinced Pia and Daikon were pessimists when they told her they wouldn't be able to beat Goten back when they last visited Earth. "I'm not gonna be so easy to defeat!"
The announcer was grinning. He had a feeling this would be a good match. 'Finally we get to see the good stuff!' "Fight!"
Kytsu didn't waste time in launching herself at Trunks, throwing punches and kicks at him. While her sister, Pia, usually tried to analyze her opponent before attacking, Kytsu was all about attacking head-first, using her speed as an advantage. And since she was just a four, her body was still little, which made it a bit harder to actually hit her. Trunks blocked and dodged most of her attacks, though there were some few that made it past his defense and actually hit home.
Annoyed that her physical attacks obviously weren't doing much, Kytsu jumped back and blasted Trunks; a barricade of energy balls coming right towards him. Trunks ran around the ring, dodging her attacks, and then counterattacked with his own energy blast. Kytsu dodged the blast, and used the opportunity to fly towards Trunks and punch him in the face. She only got three hits before Trunks blocked her again.
Kytsu growled and took off, flying up as fast as she could. Trunks followed after her, and she tried to blast him, but Trunks dodged once again. They exchanged a few blows in the air. While Trunks wasn't too tired, it was clear little Kytsu was starting to tire herself. That's when Trunks decided he should end the fight. "Sorry about this," he said before punching her, sending her crashing into the ground and out of bounds.
The audience was speechless; clearly shocked at what they'd just seen. Some of them even thought that Kytsu had been killed when Trunks punched her. The poor girl had fallen from pretty high. They were a little reassured when Kytsu stood up, not looking too happy as she was pouting and crossing her arms, but she was living; something the audience found impressive—it should've been impossible.
They felt amazed; completely shocked. They didn't even know what to think. What they saw was even real? It couldn't be real, now, could it? They were probably tricks. After all, they were a bunch of kids. But how come the tricks were that well-made? They couldn't even point out flaws or fakeness. There just didn't seem to be any ropes or lights for the tricks.
But isn't that the idea?
Everyone in the audience stood completely speechless; shocked. And the reactions were varied. Some refused to believe it was real; they had to be tricks, just like the Golden Warriors from seven years ago. They chose to embrace that idea, because that was their beliefs and their reality would crash down on them if told otherwise. Others were starting to doubt they were tricks. It just seemed too real.
Some few, however, were excited. Some were delighted to see such powers; it was something amazing, something that shouldn't be possible yet apparently it was—something so intriguing. The others who were excited were those who—like the announcer, Mr. Historia, and many others—remembered the old tournaments; remembered the fights, remembered just how real it was. It was like they'd gone back in time. Like if the real fighters finally showed up and decided to make their grand entrance.
Trunks and Kytsu were just kids, but these people didn't underestimate them, because they did remember just how much ass Son Goku and Krillin kicked back when they were two kids participating in the tournament for the first time.
The announcer was one of these people, and he couldn't stop smiling. "Folks! We have a winner! Give it up for Trunks!"
The few people that were excited of this show of powers—the memories of old tournament battles coming back—began clapping in excitement, cheering and making loud noise over the general silence that had owned the place. This prompted some other people—mainly the ones who were doubting these powers were actually tricks—to join and clap as well. And the others; those who tried so hard to hold onto their blinded version of reality, could do nothing but keep staring in shock.
Some of them, however, managed to get over their shock and booed as loudly as they could. This only prompted the fans of the old tournaments to cheer louder, trying to show the kids that they supported them. Some of these people didn't have any problems with Mr. Satan, but most did wonder when the real fighters were going to come back, and now they were finally here. They wouldn't allow the haters to take them away.
Vegeta looked at his son with a proud smirk. Bulma was cheering loudly. Mato and Tanip grinned at their pouting daughter. She hadn't won, but she had definitely improved. That was good.
"Told you, you wouldn't win," Trunks teased the pouting four-year-old.
"Shut up."
"Mr. Satan! There's something you should see!"
Hercule gave a sideways glance at his assistant as he sat on his very comfortable chair. "What is it?"
"The Junior Division. The last battle—"
Hercule let out a laugh. "Ah, those are just some little kids fightin'. I'm sure they can become great fighters one day, but for now they're still amateurs."
"But, sir, you don't understand—"
Hercule waved him off. "There's nothin' to understand. I'll go out there and see what's up in some few moments. Until then," he took a drink of his beer, "I'll just relax. I'll have to start my warm up soon, so I rather rest a little before then." He let out a loud, booming laugh. "Can you get me another one of these?" he gestured to his beer. He was a good man, but he clearly enjoyed living a life of luxury and being worshipped. It had clearly worsened his ego.
The assistant thought about arguing some more, but he just sighed, knowing Mr. Satan wouldn't listen, and went to get the beer. 'They're probably just tricks anyway, and they're kids. Nothing to worry about…'
And that's the chapter. The Junior Division should be done with in a chapter or two, and then we're moving on to the Adult Division! *cheers* Big shout out to Gotrix for writing the fights! He's good at that, and fights are really not my forte, so yeah. XD
Also, I've uploaded Stories of Our Lives. It's a one-shot collection that takes place on this AU. Just in case you're interested. XD Right now, it's got two one-shots. The second one was one of my attempts to get over this writer's block to be honest. I started to experiment with writing in present tense and I like it. It's fun. :)
sabina21: Thank you!
J. Hellscythe: Oh, Bardock would probably brood, but he probably just managed to convince Gine to stay with him in Planet Vegeta and be happy that they don't have to deal with grandkids for a day. XD
sakurahimeo7777: Thank you! :) I actually have had the fights arranged for over a year. I'm not sure how long. But it's a long time. XD
Ern Estine 13624: Thanks! Well, the audience had different reactions. There were people who were in denial, and people who accepted it. Because I refuse to believe that everyone suddenly thought Mr. Satan was right and that Ki were just tricks. The announcer couldn't have been the only person in the world who remembered Goku and the others. No way.
Shigure Toshiro: Thank you!
Ninuhuju: I adore the announcer guy! XD Well, in the old school tournaments, no. In this tournament which has 16 slots for some reason (well, 15 considering Hercule gets one automatically, which is bullshit), there's actually enough space for everyone. XD
aira240302: Hola! Perdón por la espera, pero la vida… xD Sí he visto Super, y ya no sé qué pienso. Podría ser mucho mejor. Y sí, Trunks vuelve. Es una de las cosas buenas, aunque me molesta que tenga el pelo azul. XD Ame Civil War! Bucky 3 Y también vi Suicide Squad. Me gustó, habían algunas escenas que no deberían haber sacado pero me gustó. Amé a Harley! :)
jazocoti: Indeed!
Sam8: Thank you! :) And that's okay. English's not my mother language either. (Spanish is!)
I'm Insane From Earth: I adore your penname. XD And I'm really glad to hear that. I know stories with OCs can be infuriating; especially when they're Mary Sues and Gary Stues and all that.
Black Rose of Twilight: Gotta love Vegeta! XD
Tepicminer: Thank you! :) I'm glad you like this story!
Faux Fox: I had to have Vegeta destroy the machine. How could I not?! It's a glorious scene! And I hope the tournament won't disappoint. :)
: Videl will survive. She's tough. But she's worried about her dad. Will this make or break him? And they're going all out. That ring is still alive, but they're not holding back. And yeah, but it's Toriyama, man. I don't think he cares about those things. It's probably so it's easier to animate. Or something. I don't know. XD And yeah, that does suck. I love DBZ, but I adore DB too. Loved the Dragon Ball gang. Loved Launch. Why did Toriyama forget about her?! Also, yeah, it is. Love this anime so much. XD
IxiaLiliana: That's one big review, Ixi! XD Thank you! I'm glad you like it! :)
Guest: Thank you! :) Glad you like it!
rainne.2000.16: Hello! :D Hahaha, I decided to put this story up on there like, huh, maybe someone will find it here. Guess I was right. XD I'm glad you like this story. J Haha, yeah, my ANs are pretty random and they can be long, but people don't have to read them if they don't want to. XD I think it's nice to share knowledge with the world, even if it's as stupid as a funny dub video. :P
hayabusa girl: Thank you! :) Yeah, I know, I took a long time. I know how waiting sucks, but as I said, I was busy. As for the other story, I just write whatever I feel like, so no chronological order. XD
antipodean: Thank you! That means a lot. :)
AkaNeko-Sesshy: Hercule's gonna lose his shit. XD
Fanficlover175: Thanks! I'm glad you like it that much. That means a lot! :)
Lerris: Videl's smart, yeah, but she was on denial. It's not nice to know you've been lied to all your life. And Gohan wouldn't make finding out the truth easy for her. Although it is true that this story is way longer than what I originally anticipated. XD
alphawolf2196: I don't know. Maybe. I'm not sure. We'll see.
LOLZZZZ: Oh, the over 9000 joke is overused but it's a classic. XD Also, yeah that'd be hilarious. I should write it sometime. XD
aznalpha: Eh, pretty much what they got on the show. Pretty much everyone, even the Saiyans, had around 150-210 points I guess. Enough to freak everyone out. XD
So many reviews! Thank you so much, guys! :)
So lately I've been obsessed with The Pretty Reckless. Listening to them a lot. They're awesome. XD Also, I watched American Horror Story: Murder House (well, kind of; I did skip some parts to be honest—kind of "skimmed" through it, I guess—but I got the whole story anyway), and I swear I spent days trying to figure out Tate Langdon. I haven't yet, but I have a possible diagnosis. Yes, I'm not a psychiatrist, but it makes sense. So I'm proud of myself. XD
So, random question of the day: What do you guys think of Super?
Until next time, guys! :D