Everyone who knew the truth about Vegeta was secretly half-expecting him to dash over to Mr. Satan and punch him out before the Announcer had even gotten to the second syllable of "begin."
Instead, he simply walked over to the current champion.
"I will give you ten blows on me that I will not attempt to block, defend, or counterattack against in any way. Once those are up, I will defeat you. Go."
Mr. Satan's expression changed to one of utter panic. He struck a chop on the side of Vegeta's neck.
"That's one."
The human punched the Saiyan in the stomach rapidly four times, hurting his hand in the process.
"Those were two through five. You'd better hope the last five are more effective."
***
"Amazing!" said the Budokai Announcer, faking the surprise in his voice. "Vegeta is merely standing there taking Mr. Satan's attacks!"
***
In the stands, Kuririn turned to face Yamcha.
"Is it wrong to be enjoying this?" asked the smaller man.
***
Mr. Satan continued his futile assault with a kick to Vegeta's temple.
"Six."
He kneed him in the stomach.
"Seven."
He punched him twice, square in the face.
"Eight and nine. Choose your final blow carefully."
Mr. Satan leaned back, and pulled back his arm as far as he could.
***
"We saw this move in the finals of last Budokai," said the Announcer. "It's the Satan Special Ultra Super Megaton Punch, the technique he used to defeat Juuhachigou!"
***
His punch landed right in the center of Vegeta's forehead. He did not budge, which was his same reaction--or lack thereof--as to the first nine attacks.
"And that was ten."
"W-wait!" said Mr. Satan, his panic even more evident. "You can't do this! I helped you guys save the universe!"
Vegeta grinned, nastily. "I know. That is why I am not going to give you any *serious* injuries." He cocked back his fist.
"This is a little something I learned from my son." He punched his opponent in the face, quite lightly by his standards.
Mr. Satan went hurtling through the air and into the arena wall. After a long moment, he slid to the ground.
The ensuing silence was broken only by the sound of the Budokai Announcer's footsteps on the ring floor as he quickly walked over to the Saiyan, who had not moved from his position. When the Announcer reached him, he grabbed the king's arm and raised it high.
"We have a winner and new champion, and his name is VEGETA BRIEFS!"
Murmurs of shock rippled through the audience, occasionally contrasted with sounds of celebration; they probably originated from spectators who had bet large sums of money on the new champion and were finding it returned to them five times over.
The Announcer let go of Vegeta's arm. He turned from to the crowd to him, only to find him already walking back to the fighters' area.
He was about to follow the new champion, when his eye was caught by Mr. Satan, who was staggering to his feet. The Announcer headed over to him instead.
"Mr. Satan! To what do you attribute your stunning defeat?"
Recovered from neither the physical injury nor the shock of losing, the fighter still managed to put on a good face.
"He found a way of countering many of my attacks, and I admit that I underestimated him. But just you wait! In three years, I'll regain my title!" He waved to the audience.
***
After hearing this proclamation, Gohan chuckled softly.
"He hasn't learned at all," Videl said, half disgusted, half amused. "But at least the world's seen that he's not as invincible as he's made out to be."
"Yes, there is that," replied Gohan, kissing her hair softly. Videl reached over and pushed the 'Off' button on the remote. And for the rest of the night, they thought no more of Vegeta, or of Mr. Satan, or of anything but each other.
***
The instant Vegeta stepped back into the fighters' area, Trunks leapt up to him and gave him a tight hug.
"Dad! Dad! You did it!"
Normally his father disapproved of this kind of behavior in public, and would have sharply reprimanded him with a few choice words, if not a light blow or two. However, Vegeta knew that the ridiculously soft public would see these actions as 'child abuse,' and he had no great desire to be thought of as the champion who abused his children. So instead, he merely pried Trunks off of him.
"Yes, I did it. I have shown the world that I am truly the strongest under the heavens."
"It's good to see that this has not affected your ego in any way," muttered Piccolo.
Instead, he simply walked over to the current champion.
"I will give you ten blows on me that I will not attempt to block, defend, or counterattack against in any way. Once those are up, I will defeat you. Go."
Mr. Satan's expression changed to one of utter panic. He struck a chop on the side of Vegeta's neck.
"That's one."
The human punched the Saiyan in the stomach rapidly four times, hurting his hand in the process.
"Those were two through five. You'd better hope the last five are more effective."
***
"Amazing!" said the Budokai Announcer, faking the surprise in his voice. "Vegeta is merely standing there taking Mr. Satan's attacks!"
***
In the stands, Kuririn turned to face Yamcha.
"Is it wrong to be enjoying this?" asked the smaller man.
***
Mr. Satan continued his futile assault with a kick to Vegeta's temple.
"Six."
He kneed him in the stomach.
"Seven."
He punched him twice, square in the face.
"Eight and nine. Choose your final blow carefully."
Mr. Satan leaned back, and pulled back his arm as far as he could.
***
"We saw this move in the finals of last Budokai," said the Announcer. "It's the Satan Special Ultra Super Megaton Punch, the technique he used to defeat Juuhachigou!"
***
His punch landed right in the center of Vegeta's forehead. He did not budge, which was his same reaction--or lack thereof--as to the first nine attacks.
"And that was ten."
"W-wait!" said Mr. Satan, his panic even more evident. "You can't do this! I helped you guys save the universe!"
Vegeta grinned, nastily. "I know. That is why I am not going to give you any *serious* injuries." He cocked back his fist.
"This is a little something I learned from my son." He punched his opponent in the face, quite lightly by his standards.
Mr. Satan went hurtling through the air and into the arena wall. After a long moment, he slid to the ground.
The ensuing silence was broken only by the sound of the Budokai Announcer's footsteps on the ring floor as he quickly walked over to the Saiyan, who had not moved from his position. When the Announcer reached him, he grabbed the king's arm and raised it high.
"We have a winner and new champion, and his name is VEGETA BRIEFS!"
Murmurs of shock rippled through the audience, occasionally contrasted with sounds of celebration; they probably originated from spectators who had bet large sums of money on the new champion and were finding it returned to them five times over.
The Announcer let go of Vegeta's arm. He turned from to the crowd to him, only to find him already walking back to the fighters' area.
He was about to follow the new champion, when his eye was caught by Mr. Satan, who was staggering to his feet. The Announcer headed over to him instead.
"Mr. Satan! To what do you attribute your stunning defeat?"
Recovered from neither the physical injury nor the shock of losing, the fighter still managed to put on a good face.
"He found a way of countering many of my attacks, and I admit that I underestimated him. But just you wait! In three years, I'll regain my title!" He waved to the audience.
***
After hearing this proclamation, Gohan chuckled softly.
"He hasn't learned at all," Videl said, half disgusted, half amused. "But at least the world's seen that he's not as invincible as he's made out to be."
"Yes, there is that," replied Gohan, kissing her hair softly. Videl reached over and pushed the 'Off' button on the remote. And for the rest of the night, they thought no more of Vegeta, or of Mr. Satan, or of anything but each other.
***
The instant Vegeta stepped back into the fighters' area, Trunks leapt up to him and gave him a tight hug.
"Dad! Dad! You did it!"
Normally his father disapproved of this kind of behavior in public, and would have sharply reprimanded him with a few choice words, if not a light blow or two. However, Vegeta knew that the ridiculously soft public would see these actions as 'child abuse,' and he had no great desire to be thought of as the champion who abused his children. So instead, he merely pried Trunks off of him.
"Yes, I did it. I have shown the world that I am truly the strongest under the heavens."
"It's good to see that this has not affected your ego in any way," muttered Piccolo.
