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the characters in it. So please don't sue.
~Chapter
2: No Money, No Tenkaichi Budoukai~
'Tenkaichi Budoukai,' Peter wondered as he
walked down the empty streets later that evening. 'I wonder what she meant by striking
it rich there.' An image of Lena smiling at him was conjured up in his head.
'Damn, that woman was so fine! If only...' Peter quickly erased his thought.
"Moron! You don't even have enough money to
support yourself! Don't even think about getting a girlfriend!" he scolded
himself silently.
'Still…I need to find out what this Tenkaichi
Budoukai thing is, who knows? Maybe I just might get rich there.' Peter thought
to himself then after a few seconds pause, he let out a small chuckle. "Yeah
right, that's just about as likely to happen as flying pigs!"
He continued down the street. It was nearly
midnight and he didn't have a clue where he is going to sleep. The park bench
was totally out of the question – not only is it hard and uncomfortable, there's
a chance that squirrels might come and nibble at your nose. What about the old
rundown shack just beside Orange Star High? Nah, it's been rumoured that that
house was haunted and if there's anything Peter is really scared of, it's
ghosts.
So where is he going to sleep?
Peter glanced around the streets. 'Oh well…I
guess a corner that can shield wind will do.' He decided; he slumped himself
down to the ground and leaned back at the rock-hard concrete wall of a
building. He took out his winter coat and wrapped it around him, serving as a
comforter.
'How nice would it be to take a hot bath right
now!' Peter longed. He knew that he was beginning to reek since it's been three
month he had last showered. But for a guy who could barely keep his stomach
satisfied, smelling a little was not a big issue.
The wind howled…Peter closed his eyes and
tried to block the chilling sound from his ears. A few moments later, his
breath slowed down and a soft snore escaped his lips.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"What the hell?"
Peter felt something covering his face,
blocking the air passage through his nose and choking him. He lifted one hand
and grabbed at his face – turns out that his attacker was merely a piece of
paper, probably an unwanted flyer or something like that.
Peter grumbled loudly as he struggled to open
his eyes. When he finally managed to get both of his eyes open, he glanced down
at the paper clutched inside his fist.
It was a yellow flyer. On the centre, the word
"Tenkaichi Budoukai" was written in big block letters. 'Oh,' Peter raised an
eyebrow. Maybe he'll find out what this mysterious "Tenkaichi Budoukai" is once
and for all.
He quickly skimmed through the content of the
flyer. "Oh…" disappointment hit him like a punch to the stomach. It turns out
the fabulous Tenkaichi Budoukai is nothing more than an idiotic fighting
tournament that is taking place next Saturday in some stadium. Peter let out a
snort and started to crumple the flyer into a ball but stopped when something
caught his eye.
Peter unfolded the flyer and studied the flyer
more carefully. "Damn!" he cursed quietly when he saw the sum of money the
winner would receive; his eyes widened in disbelief. "Damn!" he repeated. With
that much money, he could really buy a whole city!
A huge grin spread on his lips; Peter had a
plan to get rich now – he was going to find a way to win Tenkaichi
Budoukai.
*~*~*~*~*
Unfortunately, things did not go as easy as
Peter had planned when he learned that the best fighters in the world gathered
to compete in this competition. The BEST fighters in the world against a person
who doesn't really know how to punch! His winning chances are so slim. Still,
Peter was going to try; he had studied the rules over and over and had
developed a few strategies for emergency times.
The next day, Peter did nothing but train,
train, and train some more. Although he had not ate much and his stomach was
growling like crazy, he didn't stop doing his push ups.
But he found out that it wasn't a good idea to
train so hard just before a tournament the day after that because now every
joint in his body ached and every muscle in his body was sour. So in the next
week, Peter just assumed his usual routine; he strolled around the town in
hopes that someone would take pity on the "poor, homeless man" and let his
muscles recover.
On the day of the Tenkaichi Budoukai, Peter
arrived at the stadium where the tournament was going to be held extra early to
register. But luck was not on his side that day – he found out that the
registration costs 5 dollars. He tried to argue with the old man sitting behind
the registration table but the old man refused to register him without the
money.
"No money, no Tenkaichi Budoukai." He informed
Peter before turning his attention back to the latest issue of Playboy he was
fingering through.
"Oh shit!" Peter cursed loudly as he slowly
walked away from the registration table. He doesn't even have one cent, much
less five bucks so there's no way he could register. "Kami-sama," Peter
muttered, looking up at the sky. "Please help me!"
He paused a moment and glanced around as if he
had expected a wad of cash to float down from the sky – no such luck. Peter
sighed and continued his way. 'Sorry Lena,' he apologized silently. 'If only
the registration was free…" he lowered his head and pulled the collar of his
coat up a little then continued on his way back to the streets.
All of a sudden, something shiny on the ground
caught his eye, and he bent down to study it more carefully. To his delight, he
discovered that the shiny stuff was a purse! It was the kind of purse that a
high school girl would jump and squeal over because of it's red fuzzy cover,
the dash of glitter sprinkled on top of the red fuzz, and the extremely cute
charm on the zipper. Peter rapidly opened the purse, dumped all of its contain
to the ground and began to sort through it.
He found a purple lipstick, a stick of
cinnamon gum (which he sneaked into his coat pocket), some face glitter, and a
tiny phone book scrolled over with a large, curvy handwriting. He found a lot
of things but no money.
"Urgh," he grumbled in disgust at the little
pile on the ground. "I guess Kami doesn't want me to participate in this year's
Tenkaichi Budoukai.
Author's note: Okay…so that was short but next
chapter will be longer. Anyways, since nobody knew Mr. Satan's first name, so it
will stay as Peter. This time period is around the Garlic Jr. Time…but Garlic
Jr. is not going to be in it. Now…review. PLEASE!