Okay, I type these on a separate computer than the one I use to load them up, so I can't remember who wrote this to me. Someone asked me to cut the Junior Division short because it really had nothing to do with the story. When I looked back through my story, I realized that this person was correct, so it's only about a paragraph long this time. But one part of this is a sort of forshadow to things to come, so I had to leave the battle with Hercule in. (Duh, Angel wins. That's the point. She's much stronger than any of the others, come on!)
But I liked this chapter. Hercule is stupid and ignorant enough to mock Angel. Ooh, lets see what happens!
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Chapter 10
I grinned at Trunks like a wild woman, ready for action. My blue bandana fluttered in the soft winds that caressed the stadium with it's cool touches.
I don't know who made the first move. I was too drawn into the fight, too unconscious to the outside world to know exactly what happened. My kicks and punches were swift and true, and soon my brother was knocked out of the ring.
I grinned down at him and reached down to pull him back up.
"Great match, bro," I said as I shook his hand.
"Yeah, you too, sis," he smiled at me, looking like a younger version of Vegeta, "Have fun with Hercule, okay?"
"Okay!" I shouted and whispered in his ear, "I'll get him good, too. I don't care if this is an exhibition match or not, I'm going to win." He grinned at me as he walked away and back into the waiting area, where Vegeta, Goku, Goten, and all the others waited patiently for the next fight.
I waved to him and then stood straight as I awaited the arrival of Hercule, also known as Mr. Satan. Videl's father. He was weak, I knew this, but still, I wanted to let him at least think he had the upper hand on me because he was older than me.
I rolled my eyes as he leapt high into the air and landed with grace on two feet. Gee wiz! I thought, I could do that when I was three years old! That's nothing special!
He laughed his deep, throaty way and I blocked out the arrogant speech he threw at me. Until he said, "...I can't believe a runt like you became Junior Champion! And a girl too!" He roared with laughter but I stood firm. I felt rage boil in me madly. My uncle had said about the same thing when I'd been handed over to him.
*flashback*
"You-You're a girl!" Uncle Matyo shouted in utter disgust.
"Yes, is this a problem?" I asked calmly.
"No," he smirked evilly, "Not at all..." the next thing I knew, I was on the cold floor. But somehow I was still conscious.
"I gave you an herb that makes your muscles all be still," He said with disgusting glee, and then his eyes shimmered like as of a demon's. I watched in horror. Then I blocked it all out. When I came completely to, I had lost my most precious possession.
My innocence.
*flashback*
I shuddered in disgust and rage, all at once. I shriveled up my nose at Hercule.
"A discriminator?" I asked softly, dangerously, "We shall see what your ideas of discrimination are once I'm through with you." I raced forward and punched him in the jaw. He flew backwards, but I caught him and hit him again.
He was knocked around the ring like a rag doll.
I smirked once I'd beaten him. He would never dare discriminate again.
I walked with sheer confidence back to the waiting area.
"Sometimes," I said softly, "It is best to vent your rage out on someone who deserves it."
"And boy did he ever deserve it!" Videl cheered, "Thank you so much, Angel! How on Earth did you get so strong?"
"I'm only as strong as my dad is," I said with a shrug.
"No, Angel," Vegeta contradicted, "Stronger."
"Stronger," Trunks confirmed.
"Stronger," Goten, Gohan, and Goku said in unison.
"Stronger," Vegeta repeated and picked me up with shining eyes, pride swelling in his heart. I smiled at him and hugged him close. It felt good to hug my father.
After the announcer overcame his shock, he announced my victory. Hercule was carried from the ring on a stretcher and another fighter moved into his place on the adult tournament.
"Hey, Goten, Angel," Trunks whispered to us.
"Yeah, Trunks?" I asked softly.
"Wouldn't it be fun to fight in the adult tournament?" He asked with a mischievous gleam in his blue eyes.
"What do you mean?" I asked slowly.
"See that guy over there?" He pointed to a short, fat man in a goofy costume.
"Yeah." I didn't like where this was going.
"Let's take his stupid costume and fight in the adult tournament!" he suggested.
"No, Trunks, let's not," I said with a grim smile, "We'll get into trouble. I don't care how fun it is, I don't want dad mad at me. Especially not now. I have a bad feeling about today. It's coming from that purple guy and the weirdoes with 'Ms' on their foreheads."
Trunks closed his eyes and felt with his ki sense.
"Yeah, now that you mention it, they do feel strange," Trunks mused, "We should stick with Vegeta and Goku."
"Yeah, you're right," I nodded grimly, "If there was ever a time they needed us, it's now. I'll go tell mom, Chi-chi, and Yamcha." They nodded and raced off towards my dad and Goku. I raced up the steps towards everyone else.
"Hey, Bulma, Chi-Chi, Yamcha, Master Roshi, Puar, how did you like my fights?" I grinned at them modestly.
"Wow, I must say, you really knocked that arrogant beast off his high horse!" Master Roshi grinned down at me. I blushed crimson at his praise.
"You're a lot stronger than even Gohan was at his age," Chi-chi admired.
"I'm very proud of you, Angel," Bulma gathered me in her arms and squeezed me tight, "But where is Trunks?"
"That's what I really came up here for," I answered sheepishly, "Goten, Trunks, and I want to know if we can stay with the others."
"Of course you and Trunks can stay down there," Bulma answered with another hug.
"And tell Goten its all right with me," Chi-chi said, "He needs to spend as much of this day with Goku as he can."
"Thanks," I said, "I should be getting down there, Krillin is going to fight very soon."
"Yeah, Daddy!" Marron squealed from her place next to Yamcha.
"You got that right, girl," I grinned, "Your daddy is going to win this fight hands down, I can tell." I gave the little blond a wink
"Tell my Daddy and Mommy I love them!" she shouted as I headed down the steps. Many people called to me, giving me praise for winning my fights.
"I can't believe you beat Hercule!"
"That was amazing!"
"You da girl, Angel, you da girl!"
"Bravo!"
"Awesome!"
I heard shouts thrown at me left and right. I blushed and hurried a little faster down the steps. I got inside the waiting area just in time to see Krillin walking out of the room.
"Good luck, Krillin!" I shouted, "Marron sends her love!"
"Thanks, Angel," he shouted back and winked at me. He flashed a thumbs up sign, but was rudely pushed to the ground by his opponent's disgusting bulk.
"That was rude," I grumbled. Then I shouted, "Let him have it, Krillin!"
He smiled at me, then knelt to a fighting stance. The fight would begin right after the announcer said "Go!".
"Number 18, Marron said to tell you that she loves you," I told the Cyborg woman.
"Thank you, Angel," she smiled slightly at me. I understood her moods, so I grinned back and then turned back to the fight.
I had missed it.
Krillin had pulverized the man without much difficulty and held his hand in a fist in mock victory as the fans cheered for him.
Piccolo was next. Against the purple guy.
"Be careful, Piccolo," I whispered, "I'm getting major vibes from this guy."
"Me too, Angel," he growled in a low voice as to let the purple man not hear him, "Me too." He walked out of the room and onto the stadium floor. As the announcer introduced them, I saw
Piccolo's face contort in shock.
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I know, this part is still pointless, but I liked the part where Krillin beat up the stupid fat guy, so I let Krillin have his spotlight. I mean, come on, he's gone the rest of the time!
I decided that if I have them ready to be posted, I'd just go on ahead. I love the reviews I'm getting! Thank you so much!
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