"OK martial arts fans, are you ready for the next match?" the Budokai Announcer yelled. The roar of the crowd noise increased dramatically as they all answered in the affirmative.
"Then let's start it! It's father against son in what will no doubt prove to be one of the most intriguing fights of the whole tournament. Vegeta Briefs takes on his older son Mirai!"
The two fighters walked into the ring.
"BEGIN!"
Father and son met in a clash of blows. They had trained together just enough to be able to predict one another's moves. For a whole five minutes, none of their attacks landed, being either blocked or dodged.
Then Mirai tried something unorthodox. At the current point in his attack pattern, he would normally throw a punch at his opponent's head. This was a move that Vegeta avoided by leaping straight up.
So instead, he hurled himself forward. Vegeta, however, had already leapt in anticipation of the punch. As a result, Mirai managed to grab his father's legs. Taking advantage of his surprise, he brought him down crashing into the ring floor. He leaned down to followup, but Vegeta rolled to one side and lashed out with his leg, kicking Mirai in the jaw.
He leapt to his feet, only to be greeted by what actually was, this time around, a punch to the head from Mirai. He quickly shot out his arms and grabbed his son's right arm before he had a chance to fully retract it. He threw him over his head into the air, and then took off from the ground himself.
The younger man regained control of himself just in time to block another attack from his father, who had just arrived beside him. The fight continued as it had before, with each of them being able to guard against the other's attacks.
After several more minutes, Vegeta noticed that Mirai's attacks had seemingly become just a little bit more powerful, they seemed to hurt a little more whenever he blocked them. Was this some kind of new technique he had secretly developed, to get stronger the more damage he took?
No.
Now that he was looking for it, he could see it. Immediately before striking, Mirai sheathed the fist or foot in question in an aura of energy...and just after striking, he removed the aura. It was so quick that even warriors of their aptitude wouldn't notice it unless they were searching for something different.
"A nice trick, boy," he said. This was psychology; revealing that you knew the enemy's hidden trick was a good way to often throw them off-balance. "But not nice enough."
His son's normal look of totally focused determination changed into one of surprise. His guard slipped just enough for Vegeta to land three solid blows to his chest that sent him flying backwards.
"Then let's start it! It's father against son in what will no doubt prove to be one of the most intriguing fights of the whole tournament. Vegeta Briefs takes on his older son Mirai!"
The two fighters walked into the ring.
"BEGIN!"
Father and son met in a clash of blows. They had trained together just enough to be able to predict one another's moves. For a whole five minutes, none of their attacks landed, being either blocked or dodged.
Then Mirai tried something unorthodox. At the current point in his attack pattern, he would normally throw a punch at his opponent's head. This was a move that Vegeta avoided by leaping straight up.
So instead, he hurled himself forward. Vegeta, however, had already leapt in anticipation of the punch. As a result, Mirai managed to grab his father's legs. Taking advantage of his surprise, he brought him down crashing into the ring floor. He leaned down to followup, but Vegeta rolled to one side and lashed out with his leg, kicking Mirai in the jaw.
He leapt to his feet, only to be greeted by what actually was, this time around, a punch to the head from Mirai. He quickly shot out his arms and grabbed his son's right arm before he had a chance to fully retract it. He threw him over his head into the air, and then took off from the ground himself.
The younger man regained control of himself just in time to block another attack from his father, who had just arrived beside him. The fight continued as it had before, with each of them being able to guard against the other's attacks.
After several more minutes, Vegeta noticed that Mirai's attacks had seemingly become just a little bit more powerful, they seemed to hurt a little more whenever he blocked them. Was this some kind of new technique he had secretly developed, to get stronger the more damage he took?
No.
Now that he was looking for it, he could see it. Immediately before striking, Mirai sheathed the fist or foot in question in an aura of energy...and just after striking, he removed the aura. It was so quick that even warriors of their aptitude wouldn't notice it unless they were searching for something different.
"A nice trick, boy," he said. This was psychology; revealing that you knew the enemy's hidden trick was a good way to often throw them off-balance. "But not nice enough."
His son's normal look of totally focused determination changed into one of surprise. His guard slipped just enough for Vegeta to land three solid blows to his chest that sent him flying backwards.
