"Now for the next match!" shouted the Budokai Announcer. "This fighter is one of the best in the world! He's won two championships and has saved the world! Your hero and mine...MR. SATAN!"

As the preening phony stepped into the ring, the man with the microphone sighed, and shook his head. He hated acting as Mr. Satan's free publicity man.

"Opposing him in the first round today will be Magai! This is Magai's first time in the Budokai at all!"

Magai entered the ring. He was a man of average height and build, with a look of cocky self-confidence on his face.

***

"C'mon Magai!" shouted Videl. "Take him out!"

From his position next to her, Gohan couldn't help but chuckle.

***

"BEGIN!"

Mr. Satan and Magai both dropped into fighting stances.

***

"This is going to be pretty damn boring," said Yamcha, rising from his seat. "I'm gonna get something to eat." He turned towards Bardock, Nappa, Raditz, and Turles. "Want me to pick you guys up anything?"

He really shouldn't have asked.

***

Magai lunged at Satan, who blocked his kick with his forearm. Magai then attempted to punch him in the face, but he just slid out of the way.

***

The Budokai Announcer couldn't believe it. Either his senses were deceiving him, or this Magai was actually less competent in the martial arts than Mr. Satan.

***

Videl, having reached the same conclusion, folded her arms and let out a small "hmph."

"Did I ever tell you how much you can resemble my mother?" Gohan said bemusedly, fingering her hair.

"Don't even joke about that!"

***

"...Nine...TEN! Magai is out! Winner, MR. SATAN!"

Yamcha moved his head around the ridiculously large stack of food he was carrying just in time to see Mr. Satan give the crowd an "OK" sign.

"It stinks," Yamcha muttered to himself as he reached his seat. He distributed the food out to the four Saiyans.

Damn Saiyan appetites. His wallet was much lighter than it had been five minutes ago.