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Videl watched on in amazement as Trunks and Goten fought each other in the final round. The way they fought was very different from when that Broly guy had ambushed them. Of course, they had been able to do little against the beast, they fought bravely. This time though it was a friendly fight. They both had wide grins on their faces as they went at each other.

Vegeta had a much different view. The boy could use more training. He could admit to himself to being a little proud of Trunks for the way he had carried himself thus far. He'll make a powerful Super Saiyan one day. Bulma had wanted to see if she and Chi Chi could push the boys into it early but had been quickly vetoed by the Prince. They were far too young to endure the anger it would take to achieve such a transformation. Not to mention the out of control rage that they would need to master. No, Vegeta had said, it was far better for them to earn it on their own when their bodies were ready for it. Bulma had been disappointed of course but he quickly put that to rest later that night. The memory of it brought a wolfish grin to the prince for a moment before he wiped it away in favor of his normal, indifferent scowl.

Eventually, Trunks won by ring out and got to punch Hercule in the face. Vegeta had actually laughed at that. Watching MY son punch that buffoon into a wall is something that I will never forget. Videl had been baffled by the strength that Trunks had shown, to knock her father out of the ring and into the arena wall must have taken some strength. After the wrap up ceremony, they were given an intermission to eat and then to meet in the courtyard outside to decide preliminaries. It was during lunch that Videl witnessed something straight out of a horror film. She had known Gohan could eat, but this was ridiculous! Are they even breathing between bites!? She noticed Vegeta was a little calmer than Goku and Gohan were, but he was still plowing through food like it was about to get up and run away from him.

"Good Lord you Saiyans are relentless!" Exclaimed Krillin. Videl frowned. What in the world is a Saiyan? The three bottomless pits did not respond to the short warrior and just kept eating. Eventually, they were done. Gohan and Goku had satisfied smiles on their faces while Vegeta wore his trademark scowl. "Where do they put it all?" Videl wondered out loud.

"Who knows." Piccolo answered as his walked past her, disgust evident on his face.

They made their way to the courtyard where two tournament officials awaited alongside the announcer and Hercule himself, a large bruise evident on his face that was barely concealed by make-up. Videl rolled her eyes at her father's vanity. They joined the group of fighters waiting. "Alright fighters, gather round! Instead of wasting time with preliminary rounds, we decided to use this punch machine. It will calculate the power of your punch and only the highest numbers get to fight. Since Hercule is the Champ, he is exempt from this challenge but he has agreed to do it to 'show you all how it's done'." The announcer winked at Goku who fought his own smirk. As Hercule made his way to the front of the machine in his arrogant swagger, Videl couldn't help but roll her eyes again. Her father was insufferably arrogant sometimes, all the time when he was in front of a camera. The Champ got into a stance and reared back. "Megaton punch!" he yelled and punched the machine which automatically calculated the strength of his punch to be 137. Gohan sweat dropped. They could all beat that, easily.

The announcer looked at the champ disbelieving. That's it? Recovering his composure, the announcer had them all line up, doing his best to puff up Hercule's strength. Everyone agreed before hand that they would do just enough to qualify. Everyone except Vegeta who refused to hold back anything so it was agreed that he would go last. First up was 18 who, with her lightest tap, registered 203. The officials were stunned as she made her way inside. Next up was Krillin who registered a 186 followed by Goku's 198. Piccolo registered a 210. Videl, who had been in awe of the scores so far gave it her all, registering 160. Oh wow, she's a lot stronger than her father. I know she's been training with me but we didn't really do that much. Maybe helping her access her ki is what has helped. I mean, she was stronger than her dad before but I didn't think it was that much of a difference. Of course, she probably trains a lot more than he does. Gohan shook his thoughts as he stepped up. He took a breath to calm himself and got into a stance and, with his very lightest touch, scored 225. Videl was flabbergasted. It didn't even look like he was trying! Vegeta then stepped up in irritation and, with a single punch, demolished the entire machine. Everyone looked on in shock and a little bit of fear as the flame haired Saiyan Prince made his way to the arena.

After the new machine was brought out and calibrated, the officials tested the few fighters who remained, the rest had fled after Vegeta's demonstration, and they made their way to draw who would be fighting who. On the way, they ran into two odd looking fighters. The shorter one wore a smirk as he spoke. "You must be Goku."

The air got a lot thicker. The tension was palpable. "Yeah, who's asking?"

"My name is Shin and this is Kibito. I look forward to facing you."

Vegeta huffed in annoyance as the two walked by. Piccolo's eyes were narrowed. "Man, they are strong." Krillin exclaimed.

"It's an illusion." Piccolo stated.

"What do you mean?" Goku asked.

"I mean he made it feel as if they were stronger than what they are. I doubt you'll even need Super Saiyan to beat them."

"Who are they Piccolo?" Gohan asked.

"The short one is the Supreme Kai. The taller one must be his assistant." Videl looked skeptically at the Nemekian warrior. Piccolo shot her a sideway glance. "I was once Kami of this world before I became whole. Don't ask it's a long story. But I remember them from my time as Kami."

Gohan almost face palmed. He'd definitely have to tell her everything now. Once they made it to the box to decide who was fighting who, they noticed that Shin and Kibito had already drawn. Goku shrugged and went to the box, drawing a number and handing it to the officials who wrote his name on the bracket. Next was Gohan who drew and was matched with Kibito. Piccolo went next and was matched with Shin. Krillin was matched with a fighter named Pintar, Videl was matched with a fighter named Spopovitch, 18 was matched with Hercule, and finally, Vegeta drew and was matched with Goku. "Holy Kami! Vegeta and Goku in the first round!" Gohan smirked as Goku and Vegeta looked excited at the prospect. Some things never change.

"Looks like the other fighters have already drawn." 18 observed.

1. Krillin vs. Pintar

2. Piccolo vs. Shin

3. Videl vs. Spopovich

4. Gohan vs. Kibito

5. Mr. Satan vs. Android 18

6. Jewel vs. Yamu

7. Mighty Mask vs. Killa

8. Goku vs. Vegeta

"Who in the world calls themselves 'Mighty Mask'?" Gohan asked incredulously. Videl snickered into her hand. Despite the odd things she had seen and heard that day, she couldn't help but laugh. "I don't know but I have the same question for 'Killa'." The teens both laughed at that as the group made its way towards the waiting area room near the ring.

"It definitely looks different from the last time I fought here." Goku observed as he looked past the opening that led to the ring itself. "It is a lot bigger than before not to mention how commercialized it is. It doesn't even seem like it's about fighting as much as it is about putting on a show." He observed sadly.

"You know Kakarot, you scare me when you say something intelligent. This whole thing has been a disgrace so far." Vegeta observed. Videl simply frowned. They sounded oddly dismissive of the tournament and the fighters in it which irritated her, but she had a more important question. Why does he keep calling Gohan's dad 'Kakarot'? What does that even mean?

Finally, the announcer announced the first fight. Krillin stretched and made his way out as his name was called. He hopped into the ring and faced off against the fighter called Pintar. "This shouldn't take long." Krillin murmured. The announcer had barely said fight when Pintar raced at Krillin who merely batted him out of the ring without any effort. "A-and the winner is Krillin!" The announcer said excitedly. Finally! I knew I recognized Krillin and Goku! This is going to be great!

The next fight to be announced was Piccolo and Shin. Shin tried to force Piccolo to surrender but the warrior shrugged off his mental assault and the physical fight was on. "You're not nearly as strong as you should be Supreme Kai." Piccolo said lowly as they grappled.

"A conversation for another time Kami." Shin grit out.

"Former Kami actually." The fight didn't last long after that and Piccolo quickly claimed victory via ring out. As Piccolo made his way to the waiting area, he was met face to face with Kibito. "How dare you show such disrespect."

Piccolo was unfazed. "This is a tournament. A competition. I won't be bullied out of it."

The assistant growled in irritation. "You don't know the peril that you put our mission in!"

Piccolo merely grinned. "Get past Gohan and maybe we can talk about it."

The next fight was Videl vs Spopovich which Gohan had a very bad feeling about. As the two met in the ring, Gohan felt out Videl's opponent. "There is a lot of dark energy around him." Gohan stated seriously. Piccolo nodded. "I feel it as well. Your friend needs to be careful and get this over with as quickly as possible." Gohan could only nod.

To her credit, Videl certainly tried to end it quickly. But no matter how hard she hit, Spopovich always recovered with the same manic grin on his face that made her blood run cold. What the hell am I up against? At this point, Spopovich decided to take control. He brushed Videl's defenses aside and began to pummel the poor girl. After a few minutes, Spopovich had her beaten. She struggled to get up, winced at the broken ribs she had sustained when the monster's foot crashed down on her head, bringing black spots before her and causing her to cry out in pain. Gohan had had enough. The demi Saiyan could feel his blood boiling as he made his way forward. His fists were clenched and his face set into that of a feral snarl. A hand closed on his shoulder, holding him back. "No Gohan. Not yet." Gohna looked back at his father who was looking at Spopovich with a hard expression on his face. "You'll get your chance son." Gohan merely nodded and looked on, glaring at Spopovich who met his eyes and blanched at the look. Instead of black, he met eyes of teal that looked at him with sheer hatred. That must be the one Master Babadi seeks. With a grin, he took his foot off of Videl and used it to shove her out of the ring. Videl had barely touched the ground before Gohan scooped her up, sparing one last glare towards the monster, he then hurried her to the medic area. Krillin met him in the back with a sensu bean. "I'll set her right Gohan, your fight is next."

With a nod, Gohan spared the poor girl one last look and made his way to the ring where a scowling Kibito awaited with an odd request. "I want you to turn Super Saiyan." Gohan was baffled for a moment before he responded. "No." And then he proceeded to handle Kibito as if he were a child, knocking him out of the ring with ease.

Videl had barely gotten back in time, still amazed at how good she felt, to see Gohan toss Kibito out. He didn't look the least bit tired. Gohan turned his glare to Spopovich who merely grinned at him. His father's words came back to him then. Not yet. "Not yet Spopovich. But I will make you pay." Gohan's voice was threatening and made Yamu's neck hair stand on end as the teen walked back to the waiting area. "Be careful with him Spopovich. He's dangerous." Spopovich merely grinned wider.

The next fight up was 18 vs Hercule. 18 rolled her eyes at the antics of the 'Champ' as she made her way nonchalantly to the ring. "Yeah! The Champ is here!" Hercule yelled. 18 closed her eyes. She couldn't wait to knock this idiot out of the ring. "Alright everybody! We have the champ Hercule and Miss 18!" The announcer said which drew confused stares at the blonde fighter.

"Uh-oh." Krillin murmured. He could almost feel the pain that Hercule was about to feel as the champ continued to boast in the ring.

"Ready? Fight!"

Hercule dropped into a stance as 18 just stood stock still, staring at the man. Hercule may have been grinning but on the inside, he was screaming. Man, what have I gotten myself into? He swallowed his fear and rushed the woman, pulling his fist back, he threw his strongest punch, striking her right in the forehead. She didn't even move. There was no reaction, she continued to stare at him impassively. Shit! Shit! Shit! Shi- His thoughts were cut off as 18 backhanded him halfway across the ring. Before Hercule could hit the ground, she was there and, with a kick, Hercule flew to the edge, landed just shy of falling out of the ring. The crowd was stunned into silence as Hercule struggled shakily to his feet. The hell was that?! He stared at 18, scared out of his mind before he recovered his composure. He had to give his fans a show. "Yeah! HA HA! That was a good shot, but I just tripped!"

18's eye began to twitch in irritation as Videl sweat dropped and facepalmed. Krillin looked at her confused. Videl shook her head at him. "I don't see how anyone will believe that. It's obvious your wife is about to end this. There was no trip in that."

Krillin grinned. "You know, you're not like your dad at all. I won't lie, I was expecting you to act like him but you're way easier to be around. I can see why Gohan likes you."

Videl felt the blush come to her cheeks. "I don't like my dad's antics. He is my dad but I don't mind admitting when he's beat."

In the ring, 18 glared at Hercule. His antics were seriously pissing her off. She clenched her fist as she began to stalk towards her opponent who was still blustering in the ring, drawing cheers from the crowd. Hercule turned to find himself face to face with a very pissed off 18. He stumbled back in fright and then he really did trip, right out of the ring! There was a stunned silence before the announcer, who had been struggling to contain his laughter, was finally able to announce 18 the winner by ring out.

There was silence throughout the arena. The audience sat staring in shock, their mouths gaping open. 18 stared for a moment before she regained her composure and turned in a huff and stalked off of the stage. Hercule himself sat on the ground and stared on in shock. Videl, similarly, stared in shock at the screen showing her father sat on the ground, gob smacked. Finally, she put her head in her hands and tried to keep from laughing. Her father's antics had finally come back to bite him.

Vegeta refused to hold it in. He started laughing loudly, one hand holding his gut and the other holding his head as his body shook with laughter. Gohan and Goku fought the smirks that threatened to come on their faces as Krillin fought his on grin. Piccolo simply closed his eyes in irritation, ready to get to the next fight. As Hercule was helped to the back, 18 made her way to them, sparing her husband a look. "I hope you don't think I'll go easy on you dear."

"I expect nothing less." Krillin grinned at his wife.

The fight of Mighty Mask and Killa lasted several minutes as both humans fought to get an edge in their fight before Mighty Mask tripped over his cape which allowed Killa to knock him out of the ring. Jewel lasted all of 90 seconds against Yamu, holding the same dark energy as Spopovich.

Finally, the fight they had been waiting for, Goku and Vegeta made their way to the ring, the air around them thick with energy and tension. They both had smirks on their faces as they faced each other. The announcer had to hold back his excitement. He remembered the news about Vegeta when he and Nappa first landed on Earth so he was looking forward to the fight that was ahead. The announcer cleared his throat and began to address the crowd while Goku and Vegeta held each other's gaze. "It's now time for the final fight of the first round!" The crowd cheered wildly. Regardless of what happened here, a new champ would be crowned. "On one side, we have former World Martial Arts Tournament champion, Son Goku!" Videl's mouth dropped.

"What is it Videl?" Gohan asked amusedly.

"I-I knew your dad looked familiar! I've seen old tapes of some of his fights!" Videl exclaimed excitedly. It wasn't every day you get to see a living legend in action. Although her dad had spent plenty of time degrading Goku and his fighting style, she still used to watch the old tapes when she could. Now she knew for certain it was all real, she was beginning to wonder if her dad had lied to her about everything, including Cell.

"And on the other side, we have his opponent, a new fighter on the World Martial Arts scene, Vegeta!" The crowd screamed in readiness for the fight, not knowing nor suspecting the spectacle they were about to witness. "Are you ready?" The announcer asked Goku, who nodded. "Are you ready?" He asked Vegeta who nodded. Both fighters dropped into a stance. "Then fight!" The announcer brought his arm down to signal the start of the match before jumping out of the ring quickly.

Vegeta and Goku starred hard at one another, both in their stances. "Are you truly ready for this Kakarot?" Vegeta asked seriously, his body coiled tight like a spring.

"You bet I am! I've been looking forward to this!" Goku replied. Vegeta's only response was a grin before both fighters rushed at each other. It was truly on.