Vegeta gave them both a perfunctory nod as they returned, as close to approval as they'd probably get.

"Sorry about that, Trunks," said Goten.

"That's OK. At least now I don't have to fight Dad."

Mirai laughed. "Yeah, you got off lucky. I won't like the look on his face when I beat him." He grinned.

"I don't recall you being so cocky before," said Vegeta, still staring out at the ring and not changing his facial expression at all.

He shrugged. There was just something about his younger self that seemed to encourage it.

***

"Now that was a great match, ladies and gentlemen! Let's have a round of applause for both of them!" said the Budokai Announcer. Once the applause died down, he continued.

"And now for our next match! Mr. Buu has been taken in by the great Mr. Satan as his top pupil! But how will he fair against Jinsoku? This is his first time competing in a Budokai at all, but according to eyewitness reports, he dispatched his opponents in the preliminaries with amazing speed. Let's see how they do!"

Mr. Buu, the large fat pink blob who represented the good that had been in the demon, took up his position on side of the ring. Jinsoku, a weaselly-looking little man, took his own stance on the opposite side.

"May you be a worthy opponent and fight with great honor," said Jinsoku, bowing. Mr. Buu merely grinned and nodded.

"BEGIN!"

Suddenly, Jinsoku vanished.

Vegeta blinked. Jinsoku hadn't vanished to him, of course. He had simply seen the fighter run at an incredible speed across the ring over to where Buu awaited. But to the untrained eye, it would appear that he had simply teleported there.

Once Jinsoku had slowed down to where everyone could see him, he hopped up and kicked Buu square in the face. Unfortunately, this didn't seem to have any effect besides getting his foot caught in the odd, squishy material that comprised Buu.

As he struggled to extricate himself, Buu merely stood there laughing. Vegeta, forseeing the outcome, grew bored with the fight itself and began to muse on the weaselly little man's speed. It didn't appear to be ki-based, otherwise his strength would be increased as well and that didn't seem to be the case. The more likely case was that it was some kind of abnormal power, much as Baata of the Ginyu Force had been faster than Ginyu himself, whom in all other aspects outclassed him.

"Dammit! I can't get out!" said Jinsoku.

Buu reached up and pulled the man's leg free. "There you go."

"Uh, thanks..."

"Now it's my turn to fight!"

He picked up a startled Jinsoku and threw him at the wall, all the way across the ring. The flying fighter had enough time to do a mental assessment at superspeed.

He didn't want to try and stop his rush by planting his legs on the wall, that could shatter the bones and speed was his living. His arms would only be slightly better; he depended on them for good running form. His back would be inadvisable, as that could destroy his spine. Hitting stomach first could rupture his internal organs. That left one choice.

He quickly angled himself so that when he did hit the wall, he hit face first. He slammed into it and slid down onto the grass. His nose was bleeding profusely and his teeth hurt a lot, but it was nothing that time and some ice wouldn't fix. He got up and began to walk away, wiping his face on his sleeve.

"Jinsoku is out of the ring...winner, MR. BUU!" shouted the Announcer. The pink blob grinned and waved at the crowd.

***

After quickly fetching a bag of ice, Jinsoku joined his old friend Soumei in the bleachers.

"Nice angling at the wall there."

"Thanks. You had a nice forfeit yourself." They chuckled.