Jeri laid unconscious on the arena platform, the black metal floor underneath him with a pattern consisting of squares etched in, like the Tenkaichi Budokai arena's platform, from which blue light shined out. Rayne's ebony scarf flowed to her left in the wind as she looked down at the Synthetic Xenomorph. Her eyes returned to their natural green color as her crimson hue faded away. Jeri's pulse rifle re-materialised, next to him, at the same time as Rayne's wrist-blades re-materialised on her. Rayne turned her back to Jeri and began to walk off as Kiyoko ran up to the platform, jumping up and rushing to her companion's side. Rayne came to a halt. Kiyoko looked Jeri over. He was clean out, systems offline. Rayne looked over her shoulder, her gaze focused on Kiyoko as she shuck Jeri gently: trying to wake him.

"He's fine. There wouldn't be anything left of him if this was a to-the-death tournament, so don't worry yourself." Rayne spoke up. Kiyoko looked to Rayne. The dhampir's gaze was unsettling, spine-chilling. "Heh... If I was fighting for real, there'd be blood everywhere: I have a tendency to make it rain 'red'. Enjoy the stay, I'm gonna go get a bite to eat, wait for another fight..." Rayne was a blunt individual. She transformed into a cloud of mist and flew off, disappearing from sight. Kiyoko was left in silence.

"Urrrgh... you look just like I feel..." Jeri's chuckled weakly, coughing afterwards. Kiyoko jolted to look at Jeri as he stirred. His systems back online.

"You had me worried." Kiyoko frowned.

"Oh come on, I've had worse... I feel insulted you have such little faith in me... I'm barely fazed..." Jeri stood up. Silence. "And there go my legs..." He fell back down, Kiyoko catching him and holding him up: holding his right arm over her shoulder to support him.

"You've had worse? No, no you have not." Kiyoko remarked.

"I was stabbed through the chest with a Xeno tail, damn thing ripped straight through me: you were there!" Jeri defended.

"You just took a tower-destroying blast!" Kiyoko exclaimed.

"I thought I told you to close your eyes!" Jeri responded.

"They had a slow-mo replay afterwards." Kiyoko informed. Jeri frowned.

"Alright, you two might wanna clear the area: we're up next." Vegeta floated down to Kiyoko and Jeri. Shadow teleported in on the other side of the platform.

"Vegeta! It's supposed to be Goten and Ryuka's turn!" Goku called out from the stands.

"I've waited long enough to finally have my turn, Kakarot! They can wait one more match!" Vegeta snapped back.

"You're really that eager to lose? Fine by me, you're just my warm-up for blue anyway." Shadow interrupted.

"What was that?!" Vegeta turned to Shadow.

"Shadow, don't be so rude!" Rouge called out. Shadow frowned.

"I'm the prince of all Saiyans, you'd be wise to watch your tongue and not get cocky... I've fought a god you know." Vegeta unfolded his arms.

"Congratulations, I've beat several." Shadow unfolded his arms.

"We'd better go..." Kiyoko helped Jeri get away from the two, picking up Jeri's pulse rife before leaving for the sidelines.

"I need a drink..." Jeri mumbled.

"You're bluffing..." Vegeta responded. Shadow just glared.

"You didn't win then?"

"Grr..." Vegeta assumed his fighting stance.

"I won't even need to take off my inhibitor rings..." Shadow muttered. He got into his own fighting stance.

"You're too cocky." Vegeta growled.

"Humph, far from it. Speak to my younger self and you'd be correct, I've been through enough now to know what I can and can't win." Shadow replied.

"Then you should know I'm going to be the winner of our little fight..."

"I may underestimate you a little, but it won't change the outcome. Surprise me." Shadow chuckled.

"You're looking at the ultimate warrior." Vegeta grinned.

"Hah! You're comparing yourself to me? You're not even good enough to be anywhere near 'ultimate'..." Shadow retorted.

"I'll make you eat those words!" Vegeta snapped.

"That's what blue said... he wasn't successful." Shadow smirked.

"Virtua-World online. Base forms power levels altered to an even balance between participating fighters. Match commencing in..." The platform's lights began to glow intensely.

"This'll be fun." Dante rubbed his chin.

"He's not even going to go all out..." Vergil muttered.

"He's going to go Super and Hyper at least." Dante shrugged. "But that Vegeta guy has more forms, he could overpower him."

"No doubt, but Shadow is invincible in his Super and Hyper forms." Vergil reminded.

"Don't remind me..." Dante sighed.

"Maybe Vegeta's god forms could knock Shadow out of them... but I'm not expecting it. Super Shadow alone has tanked blasts capable of destroying reality... an impressive feat." Vergil went on.

"No shit, Sherlock... what about their techniques?" Dante grinned.

"I don't know for sure, apart from Shadow's Chaos Control, I'd say they could be fairly even. But then there's..." Dante cut Vergil off.

"He won't go that far... hell, I wonder if Vegeta would even be able to go to his god forms, what if the machine can't handle that level of power?"

"It will, just barely, but it will be able to handle the Saiyan's god forms..." Vergil assured.

"Then this really will be a blast. Pass me a beer will ya?" Dante clapped his hands together.

"That 'Alien' creature just took the last one... I think he needs it more than you..." Vergil pointed over to Jeri and Kiyoko sat at the far-end of stadium seats, away from others as Jeri held a bottle of chilled beer whilst sat back: recovering.

"He's a Synthetic! He doesn't need it!" Dante exclaimed.

"Anybody who fights Rayne, and lives, needs a drink." Jill interjected.