Me: I know, I know. RENAE724 POSTING ANOTHER CHAPTER SO QUICK! HAS HELL FROZE OVER? No, jerks, I'm just taking advantage of my internet time. Yesterday it stopped working and now it's working again...

Bardock: Ya should've seen her. She was bored out of her mind it was making me bored.

Kouga: You're always bored.

Me: Shush. Anyways, I've also posted to tell you all that the contest in the last chapter is off. Now it's just if you draw a character(s), scene, whatever, I'll write a Special for you.

Yamcha: My butt hurts sitting in this chair...

Me: I could make so many crude jokes right now but I'm not.

Kouga: Renae724 doesn't own Dragonball/Z/GT, Inuyasha, Vampire Diaries or anything related.

Me: I did menton my other Vampire Diaries story didn't I?...*wink*

Bardock: ONWARD!

Taylor glanced around, barley listening to the blonde host explaining how they were to be matched up.

She saw many men, and no women. She and 18 were the only females fighting. The two strangers that had approached them earlier were standing a few feet away. She saw two other men, both with huge, bulging muscles, bald heads, with the letter M on their foreheads, and black, spandex uniforms. They seemed to be angry at something.

Then Taylor saw someone that almost made her fall to the ground in laughter. A small person with a blue and red man on that formed into a cape, and a white, dress looking shirt.

Taylor was the only one who could obviously tell who it was.

"At least they tried…" Taylor sighed, and shook her head. Goten and Trunks were struggling to stand straight in their stolen costume. She watched the two as they awkwardly walked to the corner of the courtyard.

"Taylor! Is Taylor here?" The sound of her name brought her back from her thoughts. She looked back to see the blond host calling her name. For a minute, she was confused.

"She's right here!" Krillin called for her. "Go draw a number."

"Oh…" She remembered, and walked up to the green box. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"No need to apologize. Just pull a number. "The blonde man smiled. Taylor reached her hand in the box, and searched for a number. She pulled out a green ball with the number 16.

Everyone was soon matched.

Krillin was the first to fight against Pintar, then Shen versus Piccolo AKA, Ma Junior, Videl versus Spovavitch, Kibito versus Gohan, AKA the Great Saiyaman, 18 versus Mr. Satan, Goku versus Vegeta, Mighty Mask, AKA Trunks and Goten, versus Akilla, then last, but not least, Taylor versus Yammu.

Everyone was sent to the waiting room, just a few steps from the arena, and waited for their turn to fight.

Taylor stood by the entrance, laughing as she watched Vegeta stare down a frustrated Spovavitch and Yammu.

This fight should be fairly easy. She thought, and went on watching her opponent.

The first round went off without a hitch. Krillin winning easily against Pintar with one punch, three slaps and a kick. His opponent flew out of the ring, in pain and dazed.

Taylor, watching from the waiting area, smirked. "Good thing I didn't fight that guy. He probably would've died if I punched him even once!"

Next was Piccolo fighting Shen. For some odd reason, Piccolo was very nervous.

Everyone watched with curious eyes as Piccolo and Shen walked to the arena.

"I don't understand." Krillin said. "Is this guy really getting under your skin this much?"

"Yeah…" Goku said with an anxious tone.

"Yeah, so…He doesn't seem all that powerful to me."

"It doesn't matter if he seems powerful or not." Taylor interrupted from behind. "YOU don't seem that strong, but that doesn't mean you aren't. You won easily against that one guy you fought."

"So long, story short…don't judge a book by its cover?" Krillin asked.

"Exactly." Taylor nodded, then turned back to the arena. Piccolo and Shen stood absolutely still, staring at each other. Shen was perfectly at ease, while Piccolo was obviously not.

"Fighters!" The blonde host shouted. "Let the second match begin!"

For a few moments, nothing happened. Though it seemed as though Piccolo was having a hard time moving.

Is he THAT nervous? Taylor thought, eyeing Piccolo's shaking form.

"What'd wrong with Piccolo? Why won't he fight?" Gohan thought aloud.

Taylor glanced back at Shen companion, Kibito. He was a perfect statue, not moving at all.

A small chuckle caught her attention and she turned back to the arena.

"You'll know soon." Shen smiled.

"Wait…What? We'll know WHAT soon?" Taylor thought aloud. Then Piccolo's overly surprised form caught her attention.

"But for now let's enjoy our little match." Shen said. Taylor was getting a headache from looking back and forth between the two.

"So is this gonna happen or what?" The host asked.

"I'm sorry." Piccolo turned to the host. "I can't."

Everyone, well, everyone who knew Piccolo, gasped.

"Quitting?" Gohan asked, surprised.

"UH! Does…this…mean you're withdrawing from the match?" The host asked as Piccolo walked off the stage.

"Yes, it does." Piccolo muttered. Shen stood on stage, smiling at his victory.

"Well you heard it folks! Ma Junior has withdrawn from the match, and that makes Shen the winner by default!" the host shouted into his microphone.

The next match was soon to begin. Videl versus Spovavitch.

Taylor watched as Videl and Spovavitch made their way to the ring. She sighed, completely bored.

"Wake me up when it's time for my fight…" She huffed and slid down the wall she was leaning on. Within minutes, she was fast asleep.

As the fight went on, Taylor slept peacefully. Videl had the advantage of strength in the first few minutes of the round, but it soon became obvious Spovavitch was stronger. He took every one of Videl's hits, and got back up every time.

Soon it was a bigger challenge was Spovavitch fought back harder. Then, with one kick to the head, Spovavitch's head was spun completely around.

Samantha and Marron watched with wide eyes from the crowd as Spovavitch fell back to the ground.

Then suddenly the world went dark for Samantha and Marron.

"No, Don't look!" Yamcha cried. He had his hands over their eyes, keeping them from seeing the sight not meant for children.

"But daddy! I wanna see!" Samantha huffed and tried to pry Yamcha's hands off her face.

"No Samantha, you can't look. Children can't see this stuff." Yamcha said sternly. Samantha immediately stopped moving. She knew her father was serious when he used her full name, and not "Sam" or "Sammy".

"Okay Daddy…" Samantha said quietly and listened intently.

"HE'S ALIIIIVVE!" This sentence startled Taylor out of her 10 minute nap and had her jump to her feet. She spun around to see Spovavitch get to his feet, his head twisted around.

"Oh my god…" Taylor was disturbed by the image. She glanced to the crowd and saw Yamcha covering Marron and Samantha's eyes, but a sick expression on his face.

She looked back in time to see Spovavitch straighten his head. It was then when she knew, with what little she had seen, that Videl would not win this match.

Videl fought mercilessly against Spovavitch, but she was no match for him. His unlimited energy provided him extreme amounts of power. Videl was nothing compared to him.

Taylor watched as helplessly as Videl was crushed multiple times by Spovavitch. He threw her far enough to get her out of the ring, and just when she was about to touch the ground, Spovavitch caught her by the leg and threw her back.

Taylor hoped and prayed that Videl would not get up. Unfortunately, Videl was like somewhat like Taylor as a fighter. Not as strong, not as merciless, not as cunning but just as much as a headstrong fighter. Videl WOULD get up, against her better judgment, and Videl WOULD get beat.

AS much as Taylor LOVED mocking the human race for being so weak and pathetic, she couldn't help but feel sympathy for the girl. And such, Taylor wouldn't mind beating the crap out of a weaker opponent, just for the heck of it, but to torture that weaker one, just for entertainment…it didn't sit well with her. Even Taylor had her limits.

Beat the holy crap out of someone weaker, just until they can't walk anymore, and leave them be. Not beat them, and continue until they die. Sure, the OLD Taylor would've done that…but this wasn't planet Vegeta. These humans were no match against a Saiyans strength. She would never think of doing anything like that! Considering her husband was a human, and her daughter was half-human...

"Videl! Don't stand up!" Gohan's cry caught Taylor's attention. Her eyes moved from Gohan, to the arena, where Videl, barley able to stand…well, stood up.

Taylor cursed Videl and continued to watch as she was beat to the ground once more.

Me: At first this chapter was...698 words but I decided to add a little more...sorry if it's short.

Yamcha: Okaaayyyy.

Bardock: The fighting was good, a little intense but good.

Kouga: I liked when his head got twisted and stuff...

Me: Indeed.