"Speaking English"
"Speaking Saiyan"
'Thinking'
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After months and months of training, the moment was finally here. Kakarot and Krillin made it to the World Martial Arts Tournament. The day of the fights, the two boys and their master showed up decked out in full suits. 'This is it! This is the moment where I truly test myself! After all, if I can't beat these puny humans, what hope do I have of defeating Frieza?! I can't wait-' "Kakarot! Hey Kakarot!" Kakarot's thoughts were cut off by a familiar voice yelling his name. He glanced around and saw Yamcha, Bulma, Oolong, and Puar heading his way. "Hey guys!" He called back with a friendly smile, "It's sure been a while, how have you been?" 'Been doing good man! Got some kickass training over the last few months, so you'd better watch out." Yamcha replied with a smirk.
"Hey Kakarot," Krillin whispered, tugging on the younger boy's sleeve, "Who're they?" Kakarot blinked in surprise, realizing that Krillin had yet to be introduced. "Oh, these are my friends, Yamcha, Bulma, Oolong, and Puar," Kakarot explained, gesturing to each friend as he said their name. "Oh, nice to meet you guys… My name's Krillin," Krillin mumbled with a wave. "Okay boys!" Master Roshi cut in, "Time to head into the competition hall. First, however, I want you to put on these." The elder opened a briefcase, showing the young boys two, bright orange gis with "Turtle" spelt on them in blue, along with various blue accents. Krillin and Kakarot snatched them up and rushed to put them on.
"They're kinda bright aren't they? It'll look bad if we lose in these..." Krillin muttered, pulling at his tunic. "I like 'em" Oolong announced, with everyone else nodding in agreement. "Now remember," Roshi said, "The eight who make it through the preliminaries will be fighting out front. I'll be out there watching, and I'd love to see you two make it out there, alright?" Kakarot and Krillin nodded excitedly. Everyone gave wishes of good luck to the young fighters, and then they split up.
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Kakarot, Krillin and Yamcha stood together in line in order to be divided into their blocks. "Did you hear that guy?! There's 137 monstrous guys here, how are we gonna compete against that?" Krillin whispered. Yamcha chuckled. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure you two got great training with Master Roshi, so this should be no sweat" He assured. Kakarot nodded softly as he moved forward in line 'I'd hate to end up in the same blocks.. But hey, there's 137 contestants after all, how hard will it be to separate three of us?' He thought as he reached the front of the line. He approached the box and pulled out a slip of paper. After walking a short distance away, he opened it. 'Number 70... so that'd put me in the first half of Block 3.' Kakarot stared at his paper in thought.
"Hey, Kakarot" Krillin asked as he walked over, "What number did you get? I got 93." 'I got 70," Kakarot replied calmly, "and you Yamcha?" 'I got 35. We're pretty lucky that none of us are in the same places, huh?" He said confidently. The two younger boys gave a nod before they all wished each other good luck and moved to their blocks. "Ya know..." Krillin began, "You and that Yamcha guy are pretty confident in yourselves, even with all these huge guys here… How do you do it?" Kakarot glanced at him and shrugged. "I don't know about Yamcha, but you and I were trained by Master Roshi, so we've got nothing to worry about," He assured the older boy. 'Not to mention, the three of us definitely have some of the highest power levels in here, but you don't need to know that.' Kakarot continued. "Yeah, but Master Roshi taught us nothing about fighting," Krillin contradicted. "Listen, we did all that the Old Timer asked us to do, so we're fine, okay?" Kakarot huffed.
"Okay, we shall now be beginning the block 3 preliminaries. Will numbers 69 and 70 please step up?" The judge called out, ending the young boys' conversation. "Well, off I go!" Kakarot exclaimed with a wave as he climbed into the ring. As he moved to stand in the middle, laughter erupted all around him. 'Hmph, I'll show them,' He promised himself as he waited for his opponent. Finally, a very large man stepped into the ring. "Hmm? Where's my opponent?" He called, looking around. Kakarot rolled his eyes. "Down here," he drawled. "Hah, what have we here?" The man mocked, "I won't have any fun winning against a puny ant like you, you know." Kakarot shook his head disapprovingly and just stood still. "Your time limit is one minute, now begin," the judge announced, uncaring of the "issue" presented.
The giant snorted. "I won't need a minute to squash this guppy," he boasted as he moved forward to grasp Kakarot. The young saiyan rushed under the large man's legs, spinning around to face him. "Wait! He-he vanished!" The giant exclaimed, looked around himself. "Wrong, I'm right here," Kakarot stated as he pushed the back of the man's calves, causing him to fall straight out of the ring. "Number 70 wins," the judge stuttered as Kakarot turned and hopped off the ring. "Wow, that was pretty lucky that your opponent lost his balance, huh?" Krillin asked with a grin. Kakarot tilted his head. "What? No he didn't." Kakarot stated confused. Krillin blinked. "He didn't? How'd he fall then?" Krillin questioned. "I- you know what, you'll see. Just…don't go all out, at least not unless you're having a hard time, okay?" Kakarot instructed. "Uh, okay..?" Krillin agreed, clearly still bewildered.
"Well well well if it isn't little Krillin!" A voice called from behind them. Krillin flinched and slowly turned around. "Elders..." He mumbled, fear written across his face. "It sure has been a while, hasn't it? You know, since you ran from the Orin Temple in tears." The taller elder jeered. "What are you doing in a place like this? Don't tell me you're trying to enter the tournament here, are you?" The shorter man mocked. "Uh, ye-yeah… I thought I would take part in this beca-" 'What an awful joke! Didn't I tell you that you didn't show any promise? If you're here, you're in the third block, so what number are you?" The taller man cut Krillin off. "93" Krillin mumbled, looking at the ground. Both elders began to cackle. "How funny!" The taller man laughed, "You're going to be fighting me! Don't go too hard on me, yeah?" Krillin's countenance was that of panic as the two older men walked away.
Kakarot looked from Krillin to the men he called elders. 'No wonder they make fun of him. He let them walk all over him and he wasn't strong enough physically or mentally to beat them. Yet, times have changed and he trained specifically to beat them, but he still is wimping out. Fucking chicken, grow a backbone. You're stronger than them now, don't let fear cover that.' Kakarot scoffed mentally, narrowing his eyes at Krillin. "It's no use! Those guys are incredibly strong! Maybe I'll just drop out of the match?" Krillin thought aloud. "Uh no way," Kakarot denied, "You trained with the old man for a whole year and got extra experience in new training styles that they never received. Don't chicken out." Krillin stared at him for a moment before nodding slowly.
/
In seemingly no time at all, Krillin's turn was up. "Krillin you've got this! Don't sweat it, I bet he'll go down in just one blow!" Kakarot encouraged as his friend climbed into the ring. Kakarot heard the elder taunting Krillin more, and shook his head. 'Don't act like a bitch Krillin! Let's go!' He grumbled. "Okay, begin." The judge announced. The tall elder immediately threw a punch at Krillin, but the young boy jumped high into the air before it could hit him. Landing behind his opponent, Krillin turned and rushed forward, planting a kick firmly in the elder's sternum, causing him to fly out of the ring. Everyone turned and looked at Krillin wide-eyed while Kakarot smirked. "I told you so," he teased. Krillin just nodded in shock as he hopped down from the ring.
/
After many fights and consecutive wins, Kakarot, Krillin, and Yamcha were each chosen to fight in the final eight, in front of the public eye. There was a break between the preliminaries, though, so the three young men rushed out to find the rest of their group. "Hey guys!" Yamcha called out as they jogged over. Bulma clapped softly. "You guys did well!" She exclaimed. "Yes, nice work," Master Roshi agreed with a nod. Kakarot placed one hand on the back of his neck and laughed softly. "Thank you Master! This is all thanks to you, ya know!" Krillin replied with a grin. Suddenly, a voice appeared over the intercom. "The Tournament will begin shortly. Would the eight fighters that advanced from the preliminaries please come to the main hall?" Kakarot looked at his friends. "Well, I guess we'll see you guys later! Bye," He waved as he took off with Krillin and Yamcha falling in behind him.
/
All of the fighters stood together in a hot, humid room. Kakarot strained his ki to keep himself cool as he looked about the room. 'So we've got me, Krillin, Yamcha, A purple haired lady, Master Roshi dressed up, a dinosaur, and a monk… But that's only seven, where's the eighth- OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT SMELL?!' Kakarot thought as he whipped around to face the entryway. In the doors stood a large man wearing nothing but a speedo and his own filth. The man moved further into the room and the stench just got worse. Kakarot gagged and his two friends looked at him confused. "What's wrong Kakarot? Are you feeling okay... wait what's that smell?" Yamcha asked as he smelt the same stench. Kakarot backed against the wall, coughing and gagging all the while, as everyone else in the room began to cover their noses as well.
"All contestants, please come to the gather around," The fight commentator called, while motioning for the smelly man to stay near the back of the room. "Now," he continued, "We will have a drawing to determine your opponents and the order you shall appear in. When your name is called, please step forward and draw one slip from the box." In mere moments, the fights were aligned so that in the first match Krillin fought Bacterian, in the second match Yamcha fought Jackie Chun, in the third match Ranfan fought Nam, and in the fourth match Kakarot fought Giran.
"Now then, the matches shall begin shortly. Please wait in the area until your turn, or until you're eliminated," The commentator announced. Before he could walk away though, Kakarot ran up to him and tugged on his shirt. "Hey, hey!" He called further gaining the older man's attention, "Is there any place I can go to eat first?" The commentator blinked at him. "You… you want to eat before the matches? Wouldn't you rather wait until they're over?" He questioned. Kakarot shook his head. "Nuh uh, I wanna eat!" He said with certainty. "Alright, well then you there, could you please take this young man to go have some lunch?" The blond man asked the monk beside him. "Absolutely" the monk replied, "Follow me sir." Kakarot turned to his friends. "Do you guys wanna come?" Krillin scoffed and shook his head. "No way, I'm not crazy," He said surely. Kakarot shrugged. "Oh well, suit yourself," He said, turning to follow the monk.
/
After a nice, long lunch, Kakarot rushed back to the main hall. Once there, he found that Krillin's match had already started, and it was not looking too good. Krillin was sprawled on the ground with Bacterian stomping on his torso. Kakarot scoffed and leaned over the wall surrounding the ring. "Hey idiot!" He shouted, "What are you doing? You don't even have a nose you dope!" Krillin's eyes shot open, "That's right!" He shouted, standing back up, "Thank you Kakarot!" Kakarot just gave him a thumbs up as he thought, 'What a moron…' With that, Krillin launched up and planted a kick directly into Bacterian's face, knocking him unconscious.
Through the cheers of the crowd, the commentator announced Krillin the victor and allowed a few moments to pass for the crowd to quiet before he continued. "Now then ladies and gentlemen, let's move on to our second match! The second match will be a clash between contestant Jackie Chun and contestant Yamcha, so let's give them a warm welcome!" The crowd roared back to life as the two new fighters stepped out. "Let the second fight of the tournament commence!" The commentator shouted over the spectators.
Kakarot leaned on the wall as he observed. 'I feel bad for Yamcha… No one seems to know that this Jackie Chun is really just Master Roshi. Hell, I can only tell because of the power level and the fact that their scents are the same, but still. It seems a bit… I dunno obvious? Nevertheless, Yamcha isn't gonna win this fight which is a rather disappointing, but this means I'll be able to test my strength against the Master Roshi! That's gonna be one good fight!' He thought as we watched the two fighters square each other up.
In a flash, Yamcha launched into the air, going full speed toward the old man. He threw a punch directly at his opponents face, but the old man dodged. Yamcha landed and kept throwing blow after blow, but Jackie Chun managed to dodge each one. As fast as it began, Yamcha launched backwards to try once more. Before he could do so, however, Jackie Chun began speaking. "It's a shame you can't quite hit me isn't it. You seem to be trained well in actual fighting, but it's sad to see so much energy wasted in a single movement." Yamcha tensed up. "What was that?" he growled before lunging forward to swing at the old man again. Once more, he just kept dodging Yamcha's hits.
"Say, Kakarot," Krilllin whispered from beside him, "I thought you said Yamcha was very strong?" Kakarot glanced over at his friend before quickly returning his gaze to the match. "He is, Jackie Chun is just faster." Kakarot responded simply. "WOLF-FANG-FIST!" Yamcha called out suddenly, rushing at Jackie Chun. The older man simply stood there, allowing his opponent to approach. Then, at the last possible moment, Jackie Chun leaped out of the way, displaying an even more impressive display of speed. "I think I'll give you a nice refreshing breeze," Jackie Chun stated as he swung his palms in a wide arc towards Yamcha. A fast gust of wind was created, effortlessly pushing Yamcha out of the ring.
"Ring out! Contestant Jackie Chun wins!" The commentator shouted after a few moments of silence. Kakarot nodded in acknowledgement while Krillin blinked in shock. "If Yamcha lost to that old man, then the next person to fight him would- would be me, right?" He squeaked. Kakarot glanced at him slyly as he gave a curt nod. Yamcha strolled out of the ring, a disappointed smile on his face. Kakarot watched as he walked past them without a word and shook his head sadly. 'Oh well, there's always next year Yamcha...' He thought as his friend disappeared down the hall.
/
Kakarot was more than ready to go by the time that Nam won the third fight. He was pumped, he'd been waiting all year for this. He'd even argue he was born ready, waiting and yearning for the fight all his life. After all, now was the moment in which he truly tested himself against Earthlings. "Will contestants Son Kakarot and Giran please step out!" The intercom replayed. Kakarot ran out, bouncing in excitement. After him, Giran came stomping out, roaring all the while. "Now then, let's begin the fourth match!" The commentator called. Kakarot turned to face Giran and stretched a little. "You half-pint! I'm gonna smash you to bits!" Giran promised, lunging towards Kakarot and swinging his tail.
Kakarot gracefully leapt over the massive appendage and scoffed. "You know, attacking an opponent when they're stretching is very rude," He mocked. Giran growled and charged the young Saiyan, but every punch he threw was blocked by Kakarot with ease. 'Man this guy really doesn't know how to defend himself. He's probably not used to people being fast enough to hit him though. Oh well, this will teach him.' Kakarot thought as he threw a fist straight through the monster's guard, hitting him hard in the stomach. As Giran was dazed, Kakarot threw him as hard as he could out of the ring. The large dinosaur went soaring through the air, before catching himself and flying back.
Kakarot huffed impatiently as Giran flew back. As the large creature landed, however, a glob of pink shot out of his mouth, encompassing Kakarot's body. 'What?! This can't be allowed, you cheating scum!' Kakarot hissed as he shifted around in the hardened material. Giran began walking over to Kakarot as he analyzed the material. 'Hmm, it feels as hard as a rock so it must be some sort of carbon based material. Hard materials are also very brittle so if I hit it just right...' As Kakarot pondered, Giran made it to the smaller opponent. "Now then, any last words before I crush you?" Giran asked, raising his scaled brow bone. "Ah ha!" Kakarot shouted with a grin. "Ah ha? How pathetic," The monster jeered as he chucked Kakarot's body forward.
Except, it didn't go forward, rather, he disappeared. "What?" Giran stammered, "Where did he go?" The crowd gasped and pointed towards Giran's arm. Around his wrist was a small, furry brown tail, with a certain someone hanging underneath. Kakarot snickered and let go of the monster. Then, he tensed his body and slammed his tail into the underside of Giran's "glob attack," causing the whole thing to shatter like glass. Kakarot gently brushed himself off and wrapped his tail around his waist once more. "So," Kakarot taunted, "Shall we continue?" Giran shook his head wildly. "No-no way! I surrender!" He announced, backing away from the small contestant.
Kakarot pouted and turned to make his way back to the main hall. "Ka-Kakarot, you have a tail?!" Krillin blanched. "Uh yeah?" Kakarot replied confused. "Excuse me boys, could I invite you out front for some questions?" The commentator asked softly, leaning back into the main hall. Kakarot and Krillin glanced at each other before nodding slowly. "Now then folks, since we've got a little break before the semi-finals, I thought I'd get our two little contestants that bear the same uniform on out here so we can ask 'em some questions, yeah?" The blond man asked into his mic. The response from the crowd was near overwhelming and Kakarot winced at their volume.
"Awesome, now guys, first off, why don't you tell us your ages." The commentator handed Krillin the mic. "Um, I'm 13..." He mumbled, passing the mic to Kakarot. "I'm 12." Kakarot responded with a smile. "Wait," Krillin whispered, "You're younger than me?" Kakarot smirked. "Yup! And you're shorter than me," He teased, patting his friend's bald head. Krillin glared, but the commentator cut him off before he could say anything. "Wow! So Kakarot, you're the youngest contestant in the semifinals that I've ever seen! Now, about that tail of yours, is it real?" Kakarot nodded simply.
"Interesting, I've never seen a human with a tail before!" The blond man continued, "More interesting, though, is your matching uniforms! What dojo did you two train at?" Krillin leaned closer to the mic to answer this one. "There wasn't a dojo, per se, but we were taught by Master Roshi, the Turtle Hermit." 'Wait, you don't mean the Master Roshi, do you?! The one that they call the God of martial arts?!" The commentator gasped. Krillin nodded gently. "Yes sir, Master Roshi said he wasn't taking any more pupils, but he made an exception for the two of us," He explained. "Incredible! Absolutely incredible! To think that these two youngsters were trained by Master Roshi himself! That explains why they're so uncommonly strong! Now, as for the semifinals, Krillin! What have you to say about your opponent, contestant Jackie Chun?" The commentator continued.
"He seems like a powerful challenger!" Krillin exclaimed with a small smile. The blond man nodded. "Yes, indeed, but as Master Roshi's student, you'll take care of him no problem, right?" The commentator questioned. "Um, maybe?" Krillin responded with a shrug. The commentator nodded slowly. "Alright, well folks it's time for our semi finals to begin! Kakarot, we'll see you next round, but for now, we need Jackie Chun to come on out!" Kakarot gave the crowd a tight smile and rushed back into the main hall. With a sigh, he climbed back up onto the wall to observe his friend's fight against their master.
Krillin wasted no time in launching an attack. At full speed, he swung at the old man's face, following with a right hook to his ribs. However, Jackie Chun proved to be too fast. However, the elder fighter was clearly not as calm and collected as he was in his first fight. That could be seen when he had to still out a palm to catch the young fighter's fist. "You're quite good if you made me have to stick my hand out like that," He chuckled, "Now then..." Suddenly Jackie Chun's fist cracked against Krillin's skull, sending him flying into the wall. Krillin quickly got back up, but the damage was clear. With a scuffed face and bleeding nose, Krillin blanched. "I didn't even see his fist move at all!" He remarked to himself.
Krillin silently made his way back to the center of the ring. "Oh?" Jackie Chun questioned, "So you don't concede? Good, because this punch will certainly be way more precise than the last." Krillin audibly swallowed, but steeled himself in his position, watching the elder's hands like a hawk. Unlike last time, Krillin was able to see Jackie Chun's hands move, and quickly countered with his own punch. Jackie Chun smiled softly. "You've done well to see through that" He complimented, "It's been a long time since anyone has been able to keep up with my speed. Let's see what you do with this!"
In the blink of an eye, the two fighters rushed at each other. At a speed in which untrained eyes could not see, Jackie Chun landed two firm karate chops into the back of Krillin's neck, causing him to fall. The judge began the count to 10 and the old man smirked. "Let's see if he can recover from this," He laughed. As the judge reached 7, Krillin slowly began to move, finally raising to his feet by the count of 9. Kakarot admired his friend's determination and resilience, but he knew that that blow was critical.
"Um, excuse me," The commentator stammered, moving up to Jackie Chun, "I hate to interrupt in the middle of a match, but we were completely unable to see what just happened… Could you two perhaps demonstrate at slower speed?" Jackie Chun and Krillin both agreed and moved to their previous positions. Kakarot snorted as he watched them act out what just occurred. 'Why are you even watching a martial arts match if you can't see half the things that are going on? Seriously, there's no way that Yamcha and I were the only ones on the side lines that were able to see that.' He judged.
"Please excuse the interruption! You may now continue the match!" The blond man declared after the reenactment. Immediately, the two fighters took their stances. They didn't move so much as a centimeter, at least not until Krillin took a pair of panties out of his gi top and threw them at the old man. His eyes went wide and he lunged at them, only to receive a powerful kick from Krillin. Jackie Chun went soaring into the sky, and Kakarot sighed. 'This is what you get for being fucking gross Roshi. Absolutely disgusting' He grimaced while thinking, 'Wait, why is his Ki being powered to his hands? As far as I knew, Master Roshi was the only one known to do that technique, so he'll blow his cover!'
"Ka-me-ha-me-ha!" Jackie Chun shouted, releasing the energy wave against the ground, pushing himself back into the ring. He landed with a bow and Krillin shrieked, "What was that?! WHAT WAS THAT?!" 'It couldn't be! Was that the legendary Kamehameha?! The only person who has been said to know this technique is Master Roshi, but someone here seems to be able to do it as well!" The commentator exclaimed. Kakarot blinked in confusion. 'Wait, what? You people really aren't seeing this? You've got to be kidding me...' He thought in disbelief.
"Now then, this has gone on long enough," Jackie Chun stated calmly, "We can't let it interfere with the final round now can we? Let's end it here." Krillin growled and raced forward. "No, no, no! Krillin, you're heading right into his-" Kakarot shouted, but he was too late. Krillin let his emotions overwhelm him and ran without thinking, leading him directly into a projection of the old man. The real Jackie Chun appeared behind Krillin, chopping him hard on the neck. Kakarot sighed as he watched his friend fall unconscious. "Trap," he finished with a frown.
The judge began the countdown, but Kakarot knew it was too late; his friend had lost the fight. Jackie Chun apparently knew too, as he walked straight into the main hall before the countdown had finished. "10… Contestant Krillin has been knocked out! Jackie Chun moves on to the finals!" The commentator called as the crowd began to cheer, "Now we shall begin the second round of the semi finals! Contestants Son Kakarot and Nam, please enter the ring!" Kakarot hopped off the wall and walked into the ring, significantly less excited than last time. 'Hopefully this guy doesn't give up too, it's no fun,' He thought with a pout. Nam entered the stage, looking as stern as ever.
"So, then, please begin match number 6!" The commentator shouted alongside a loud gong. 'Hmm, perhaps I could try that afterimage technique Master Roshi did earlier… even if it doesn't work, it'll be good practice,' Kakarot thought with a grin. Then, he raced off to Nam's left side, leaving a projection of himself behind. Nam closed his eyes tightly and jumped, barely avoiding Kakarot's kick. As the older man came down, he lifted one leg and pointed his toes, aiming at Kakarot like a jackknife. Kakarot flipped backwards. With a growl, Kakarot launched forward once again, and the two fighters began trading blows.
As the hits were consistently blocked, dodged, and brushed off, Kakarot backflipped to the center of the ring. He crouched and his tail flicked out in a frustrated manner. 'Come on dude, do something other than punch back at me!' He growled. Right as he thought that, Nam jumped high in the air. Kakarot watched as his opponent turned in the air and began falling face down. 'What a silly technique,' Kakarot thought with a tilted head, 'If he misses, he'll smash his head; if he hits, he'll smash his head. Furthermore, with the height he jumped to, there's no way he'll be able to redirect himself if I move. This is really a lose-lose technique… Oh well, I suppose I can help him out so he doesn't embarrass himself again.'
Kakarot stood stock-still as the other fighter flew down from the sky, getting closer and closer. At the last possible moment, Kakarot lunged out of the way and then planted his feet firmly in Nam's ribs. The older fighter flew out of the ring and hit the grass. "He's done it!" The commentator announced, "Contestant Son Kakarot moved on to the final round against Jackie Chun!" The crowd burst into cheers and Kakarot gave them a slight wave as he moved to face Nam. He gave the elder man a nod of respect, before moving back to the main hall.
Kakarot heard the commentator discussing his match, as well as what he thought may occur in the finals, but Kakarot disregarded it all. He flew up onto the roof of the main hall and sat down. 'Hmm, the matches before this have been nothing but a breeze, but I know Master Roshi is undoubtedly much stronger than my previous opponents. The real question is, is he strong enough to challenge me? I'll give it to Grandpa Gohan, the old man is a good teacher and he has good techniques, but he is only human. I can't expect the world from a species as naturally vulnerable as that, even if this particular human is very strong. I was born to fight, born to gain strength. Humans, well, they most certainly aren't.
Humans are resilient for being so weak, though, so perhaps he will pull through. I generally just think that I have not had the fight I really need to gain strength. If I were home, it'd be easy to find other Saiyans that match my strength, but I will have to look for something different here. Furthermore, regardless of the outcome of this match, I'll have to find someone else to fight because my strength will just continue to grow whereas theirs will not. I could train myself, but my skill won't ascend fast enough if that's all I'm doing.
I need to find someone, somewhere, who could pound my face into the dirt without breaking a sweat. I need to be broken down in the most brutal manner possible, that way my strength will rise faster than it ever could with me training myself… Maybe I could fly around, looking for higher power levels? Given the nature of Earth, however, I may not find anyone. In that case, I may have to sneak into Bulma's home and make myself some sort of machine to fight against. I could-' "Now then, we are about to begin the final round! Contestants Jackie Chun and Son Kakarot, please step forward!" The announcer called, shaking Kakarot out of his thoughts.
The young Saiyan lunged down from the roof and landed gently on the ground before walking calmly into the ring. "Hey, good luck!" He heard Krillin and Yamcha call as Jackie Chun made his way into the ring. Drums began playing as the two fighters took their stances, "I won't hold back on you," Jackie Chun assured. "Good," Kakarot replied with a smirk. With that, a gong sounded and Jackie Chun rushed forward. Kakarot crouched low to the ground and let the old man approach. Kakarot lunged over Jackie Chun's swing and landed behind the elder. The young Saiyan quickly spun and thrust his leg out to trip the old man, but Jackie Chun backflipped over both the leg and the boy. Kakarot followed through with his kick, swinging back into a standing position.
Kakarot frowned as he faced the elder man. Before the young fighter could decide what to do next, however, Jackie Chun fell into a squatting position and cupped his hands at his side. "Ka-me" The elder began. Kakarot rolled his eyes and got into the same position as his teacher. "Ha-me" He continued, catching the elder off guard. "HA!" They finished at the same time, throwing their palms forwards towards the other. The blue energy beams collided and began pushing at each other, neither one gaining or losing distance. Kakarot growled loudly. 'Why. Can't. I. Push. His. BACK?! I have so much more Ki than him, there's no way I'm weaker!' He mentally hissed.
Kakarot planted his feet more firmly into the ground and poured more energy into his blast. That, however, caused the two blasts to react, exploding violently and throwing the two fighters back. Kakarot hit the ground and slid backwards to the edge of the ring. Kakarot leaned onto his upper back and flung himself back into a standing position. Jackie Chun, Krillin, and Yamcha were all looking at him with their eyes wide and mouths agape. Kakarot huffed frustratedly and slid back into his stance.
The old man smirked out of the blue and then rushed off, leaving behind an after image. Kakarot snorted as he tracked the elder with ease. 'He must think he's so fast,' Kakarot mocked, watching as his master ran about the ring. Quickly, Jackie Chun rounded on the young fighter, swinging at him hard from behind. Kakarot grinned before rushing off himself, leaving his own after image behind. "You silly boy," Jackie Chun jeered as he stood still, "You're all monkey-see, monkey-do aren't you? Don't you think that using my techniques means I'll have an easier time countering them?" Kakarot growled viciously as he moved. 'Monkey-see, monkey-do? That's what you've got? That's how you choose to insult me? Whatever dude... Just fuck off, you racist piece of shit,' He seethed.
He promptly rushed in and slammed his clasped fists into Jackie Chun's head as hard as he could. The elder hit the tiled floor, sliding away from his opponent. Kakarot blinked in shock and looked around. 'I didn't knock him out did I? This was just starting to get good...' Kakarot pouted. The crowd was silent and Kakarot nervously bounced from foot-to-foot. "Come on, get up, get up, get up..." Kakarot mumbled anxiously. After what felt like and eternity, the elder man stood up, cradling his head. As he lowered his hands, Kakarot saw a large gash on his forehead and winced. 'I shouldn't have done that, he didn't know what he was saying… Stupid Kakarot, stupid!' He reprimanded himself.
Jackie Chun wiped the blood off his face to the best of his ability as he regained his stance. "You fight well," He began, "You're much stronger than I gave you credit for; but here is where it ends. With this next move, the fight will be over." Kakarot blinked. "Yeah sure…, I've parried all of your attacks, but please do tell me how you're going to win," He replied sarcastically. "This is no time for jokes!" Jackie Chun shouted, "Now, I've only used this technique on one person before. His name was Son Gohan, and now you, Son Kakarot, will be the second."
Kakarot narrowed his eyes as he began to feel the elder man's Ki circulate around his palms. Out of the blue, arcs of lightning appeared between the old man's hands. Kakarot took a step back with wide eyes. 'This asshole better teach me this shit afterwards,' He told himself as he watched more and more lightning appear around his master. Suddenly, Jackie Chun shouted, "Lightning Flash Surprise Attack!" and launched the electricity he built up towards his pupil.
Kakarot grimaced as the lightning surrounded him, effortlessly zapping his strength. Kakarot gasped and hit the ground, barely able to keep from falling flat on his face. "Give up now boy! Not even Son Gohan could take it for this long!" Jackie Chun shouted. Kakarot shook his head as his body began trembling. He panted loudly as the old man poured more volts into his attack. His tail flicked about uncontrollably as Kakarot knelt, sweat pouring down his face. All of a sudden, Kakarot felt the pain grow a bit less. He lifted his head as best he could and looked about. Once he realized what was going on, he squeezed his eyes shut and slammed his head back down.
'No, No, NO! Not now please!' He begged as he felt more and more Blutz Waves get released from the raising moon, which happened to be full. His whole body tensed as he struggled against the transformation. Everyone else assumed he was still struggling against the elder man's attack and called for him to surrender, but he couldn't. Not now. In fact, the only thing keeping him from transforming was the pain of the lightning. Kakarot's head twitched back and he felt his teeth sharpen. He growled as he fought the transformation. Short, ferocious snarls escaped Kakarot's mouth as he repeatedly slammed his head into the ground. He let the pain of the volts coursing through his body overwhelm him, and promptly passed out on the ground.
Author's Note: Yes, yes I know, a pretty disappointing end to the fight. However, I didn't want Kakarot to win, and with all the strength that's been gained from his training, he would have won, at least realistically speaking. Soooo, I had to come up with something, ey? Secondly, I can't remember if I said it or not, but calling a Saiyan a monkey is a huge affront to them and it's one of the rudest things you could call someone. It's completely inappropriate and is never everused, even when joking. That's why Kakarot got so pissed when Roshi said "monkey-see monkey-do." Also, the Blutz Waves from Earth's Moon aren't strong enough to completely transform Saiyans, unless they looked directly at it of course, but the waves werestrong enough that small changes still took place. For example, teeth sharpen, they get a little stronger, eyes get red, etc. Only smallchanges. Anyways, yeah. I hope you enjoyed the chapter!