Chap. 2
"If yer signin' up for the contest, then line up right here!" the fat man screamed out from behind the small table. Immediately, about one hundred people got into line, including Vegeta, Trunks, Goten, and Majin Boo.
Humph, Vegeta thought. Pathetic, idiotic humans. They still haven't learned that the Saiya-jin and that pink guy, what's-his-name, are so much stronger than them. They refuse to acknowledge that the lot of us could beat them any day. I think they're still in denial. Slowly but surely, the line moved, and finally everyone had signed up. They all went to the locker room to change into their fighting uniforms.
After Vegeta changed, he looked around in the eliminating room to see if anyone, however unlikely, was really a challenge. The only person that looked like they could survive the elimination process was that weirdo dressed up like Piccolo. Wait a minute. Vegeta did a double take. Piccolo?
I thought that he decided he wasn't going to compete. Probably the only difference was that this person wasn't as tall as that Nemak, plus he was wearing a white cover over his head and a white handkerchief-looking thing over his face. A small gold dragon wrapped itself around his right arm. It couldn't be that Nemak. This guy isn't green, for one thing, nor does he have pointed ears. And I really doubt that he can regenerate his body parts like Nemaks can. Oh well, I guess I'll just find out when we really start this thing. He looked around to find his son. Ah, there he was, as usual, with Kakarot's son again, and that fatso Majin Boo. He decided not to be a loner and join the unusual looking group. Finally, after what seemed like hours of waiting, the elimination process began. First off, it was two humans, as usual. Trunks was #59, Goten #63. Rats. He was hoping that Goten would be eliminated in during this time. Oh well. The waiting would make Kakarot's son's defeat all the sweeter later on. Majin Boo was #108, and Vegeta himself was #19. Vegeta smiled. Ironic. He had the number of the fat robot that he had killed so long ago. He looked at the board. Suddenly they called his number. He stepped up. Another human. Bah. He decided to end the man's misery quickly. THWACK!
"The winnah! Number 19!" the referee called. Everyone stared in amazement at the short man that had just defeated the muscle-bound maniac who previously had been #20. Crossing his arms, Vegeta walked out of the ring. The rest of it passed by rather quickly. Vegeta soon found out that the guy dressed up like Piccolo sort of followed his manner. He seemed to want to get this done quickly, and the way he acted seemed to say, Ok, ok, now let's get this over with and get to the real competition. He also noticed that every once in a while, when neither of them was fighting, the stranger would cast a glance at him, as if he was trying to say something. Then, when Vegeta tried to meet his gaze, he would immediately look away. These were unusual actions, even for a human. He wondered if this guy was even human at all.
"Please get in line and draw a number," the bald monk said. There were ten contestants left, including himself, the rest of the gang, and the guy that was dressed up like Piccolo. "Mr. Ticco." Ticco? Who was that? The man dressed up like Piccolo stepped out and reached into the box for a number. Oh. "Number two, Mr. Ticco!" The name was immediately written down on the board.
"Mr. Vegeta! Number five, Mr. Vegeta!" and the calling was continued until all ten had gotten their numbers. The first two to fight were Goten and that Ticco guy. Then, there was Majin Boo and a stupid human called the Annihilator. Then Vegeta and another human, Trunks and another human, and two humans, neither of which were interesting.
"Go, Goten, go!" a voice rung out. Startled, Goten looked out a window. There was Pan, waving at him. "HI!" Grinning sheepishly, he waved back.
"All right, Trunks!" Bra's voice was heard next. Trunks, grinning, gave his little sister a thumbs-up sign.
"Pan, get back here!" Goten's big brother, Gohan, yelled as he grabbed his daughter's shirt.
"But, Daddy…" she wailed. But he shook his head.
"We already agreed that you caused enough trouble by running away like before, so you're staying right here, where you're safe from ki shots." He paused. "At least, I hope it's safe." Her daughter laughed and sat down between him and his wife, Videl, the daughter of the famous wrestler, Mr. Satan. Bulma nervously sat beside her energetic daughter, wringing a handkerchief and hoping that her two men/Saiya-jin would come back in one piece. Finally, the contest started.
"The first contestants to battle…Mr. Goten and Mr. Ticco!" a great hubbub arose from the audience as the two people walked out of the small structure into the middle of the ring. They bowed respectfully to each other, then got into their fighting stances. "FIGHT!" For a few seconds, neither of them moved. The audience began to murmur.
This guy isn't the same as the others, Goten thought to himself. I think he's waiting for me.
"Why don't you make the first move," Ticco said. He had a light voice, not high, just very androgynous. Almost feminine. It sounded very persuading, like a stranger offering a child candy. Goten just couldn't resist. He launched himself at the stranger. The instant that Goten thought he was going to make a hit, the stranger threw his head back, bent backwards, and Goten went right over him. Shoot, he's got almost the same power level as me, maybe even higher! He stopped in midair and turned around. Ticco was gone. Where'd he go?! He thought wildly as he looked around. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his nose and saw stars. Oh. He careened toward the ground below. Concentrating hard, he managed to keep himself from falling outside of the ring and then landed safely on his feet in the ring. He looked up. There he was, arms crossed staring at Goten mockingly.
"Please, show me your real power. Unless that was your real power. Then you're not going to survive long," Ticco said. He's so cocky! Does he know about Super Saiya-jin? I hope not. Then that gives me an advantage.
"Oh, don't you worry about me, feel free to lead off anytime!" he shouted back.
"All right then," Ticco replied. "Just come up here so that we're on even ground." Goten, not seeing any harm in this, floated up. The crowd gasped.
"They're flying!" someone shouted. People began to echo that voice.
"Ready or not, here I come!" Ticco chanted as he launched himself. I hope your trick works, Mr. Tien, Goten thought as he put three of his fingers next to his face.
"SOLAR FLARE!" he shouted. There was a blinding flash of light that radiated from Goten. The crowd shouted at the light. The rest of the Saiya-jin and other people related in someway, shielded their eyes, knowing this trick well. As the light faded into nothingness, Goten looked at Ticco, expecting to see him bent down, covering his eyes, screaming in pain. He was amazed to see Ticco floating there, looking at him with laughter in his eyes. Funny, those eyes don't seem to focus on anything. They seem almost foggy.
"B-but how?!" Goten gasped. Ticco shrugged.
"If you really must know," he started, "I'm blind." Then he threw himself at Goten. Goten was too astounded to put up much of a defense. The blows rained down on his chest and face.
"Goten!" Gohan shouted. "Goten, fight back!" But Goten was already falling toward the ground. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Ticco caught his foot. He floated slowly down and tapped Goten's head on the floor outside of the ring, ending the fight.
"The winner of the bout…Ticco!" the announcer shouted into his microphone. The crowd cheered. Gently, almost motherly, Ticco scooped Goten into his arms and carried him into the nursing room. Blood seeped out of Goten's mouth and nose.
"He'll be fine," Ticco said to the astounded nurse, "He's just unconscious." Laying him on the bed, he departed quietly to see the next fight. A minute later, Gohan rushed into the room, carrying a small bag.
"Goten, are you all right? Answer me!" he almost shouted. Then, remembering the bag he carried, he clumsily opened it up and pulled out a small green bean. "Here, Goten, it's a sensou bean. Eat it." He literally shoved the bean down Goten's throat. Goten moaned, chewing the crunchy bean, and then swallowed. Suddenly his eyes popped open. Gohan sighed in relief.
"Wh-what happened?" he asked, startled. Gohan looked in the general direction of Ticco.
"That Ticco guy almost beat the stuffing out of you, and then carried you to the nurse's office," Gohan said. "I'll get him back for this."
"No, Gohan, don't worry, it was just a contest," Goten defended Ticco. Gohan looked at him, then nodded.
"Yeah, right, like when you said 'It was just a car accident where I hit almost five other cars?' " Gohan said, laughing. Goten grumbled.
"For your information, it was only four cars, not five," he growled. Gohan laughed.
"All right, whatever you say. Now let's go watch the fight." They walked out of the room, followed by the stare of the astounded nurse. As they walked into the room overlooking the arena, Vegeta glanced at them.
"You were beaten," Vegeta said, not without satisfaction. True, he preferred that his own son beat Goten, but either way, this would give Trunks more glory if he beat Ticco.
"Yes, Mr. Vegeta," Goten said respectfully.
"Who's next?" Gohan asked. Vegeta shrugged.
"That pink tub of lard Majin Boo and a weak human," he said before turning his attention to the arena. "Boo will make short work of him." Goten and Gohan looked at each other before going to the special balcony where all the rest of the non-contestants were that were related to the Saiya-jin.
"If yer signin' up for the contest, then line up right here!" the fat man screamed out from behind the small table. Immediately, about one hundred people got into line, including Vegeta, Trunks, Goten, and Majin Boo.
Humph, Vegeta thought. Pathetic, idiotic humans. They still haven't learned that the Saiya-jin and that pink guy, what's-his-name, are so much stronger than them. They refuse to acknowledge that the lot of us could beat them any day. I think they're still in denial. Slowly but surely, the line moved, and finally everyone had signed up. They all went to the locker room to change into their fighting uniforms.
After Vegeta changed, he looked around in the eliminating room to see if anyone, however unlikely, was really a challenge. The only person that looked like they could survive the elimination process was that weirdo dressed up like Piccolo. Wait a minute. Vegeta did a double take. Piccolo?
I thought that he decided he wasn't going to compete. Probably the only difference was that this person wasn't as tall as that Nemak, plus he was wearing a white cover over his head and a white handkerchief-looking thing over his face. A small gold dragon wrapped itself around his right arm. It couldn't be that Nemak. This guy isn't green, for one thing, nor does he have pointed ears. And I really doubt that he can regenerate his body parts like Nemaks can. Oh well, I guess I'll just find out when we really start this thing. He looked around to find his son. Ah, there he was, as usual, with Kakarot's son again, and that fatso Majin Boo. He decided not to be a loner and join the unusual looking group. Finally, after what seemed like hours of waiting, the elimination process began. First off, it was two humans, as usual. Trunks was #59, Goten #63. Rats. He was hoping that Goten would be eliminated in during this time. Oh well. The waiting would make Kakarot's son's defeat all the sweeter later on. Majin Boo was #108, and Vegeta himself was #19. Vegeta smiled. Ironic. He had the number of the fat robot that he had killed so long ago. He looked at the board. Suddenly they called his number. He stepped up. Another human. Bah. He decided to end the man's misery quickly. THWACK!
"The winnah! Number 19!" the referee called. Everyone stared in amazement at the short man that had just defeated the muscle-bound maniac who previously had been #20. Crossing his arms, Vegeta walked out of the ring. The rest of it passed by rather quickly. Vegeta soon found out that the guy dressed up like Piccolo sort of followed his manner. He seemed to want to get this done quickly, and the way he acted seemed to say, Ok, ok, now let's get this over with and get to the real competition. He also noticed that every once in a while, when neither of them was fighting, the stranger would cast a glance at him, as if he was trying to say something. Then, when Vegeta tried to meet his gaze, he would immediately look away. These were unusual actions, even for a human. He wondered if this guy was even human at all.
"Please get in line and draw a number," the bald monk said. There were ten contestants left, including himself, the rest of the gang, and the guy that was dressed up like Piccolo. "Mr. Ticco." Ticco? Who was that? The man dressed up like Piccolo stepped out and reached into the box for a number. Oh. "Number two, Mr. Ticco!" The name was immediately written down on the board.
"Mr. Vegeta! Number five, Mr. Vegeta!" and the calling was continued until all ten had gotten their numbers. The first two to fight were Goten and that Ticco guy. Then, there was Majin Boo and a stupid human called the Annihilator. Then Vegeta and another human, Trunks and another human, and two humans, neither of which were interesting.
"Go, Goten, go!" a voice rung out. Startled, Goten looked out a window. There was Pan, waving at him. "HI!" Grinning sheepishly, he waved back.
"All right, Trunks!" Bra's voice was heard next. Trunks, grinning, gave his little sister a thumbs-up sign.
"Pan, get back here!" Goten's big brother, Gohan, yelled as he grabbed his daughter's shirt.
"But, Daddy…" she wailed. But he shook his head.
"We already agreed that you caused enough trouble by running away like before, so you're staying right here, where you're safe from ki shots." He paused. "At least, I hope it's safe." Her daughter laughed and sat down between him and his wife, Videl, the daughter of the famous wrestler, Mr. Satan. Bulma nervously sat beside her energetic daughter, wringing a handkerchief and hoping that her two men/Saiya-jin would come back in one piece. Finally, the contest started.
"The first contestants to battle…Mr. Goten and Mr. Ticco!" a great hubbub arose from the audience as the two people walked out of the small structure into the middle of the ring. They bowed respectfully to each other, then got into their fighting stances. "FIGHT!" For a few seconds, neither of them moved. The audience began to murmur.
This guy isn't the same as the others, Goten thought to himself. I think he's waiting for me.
"Why don't you make the first move," Ticco said. He had a light voice, not high, just very androgynous. Almost feminine. It sounded very persuading, like a stranger offering a child candy. Goten just couldn't resist. He launched himself at the stranger. The instant that Goten thought he was going to make a hit, the stranger threw his head back, bent backwards, and Goten went right over him. Shoot, he's got almost the same power level as me, maybe even higher! He stopped in midair and turned around. Ticco was gone. Where'd he go?! He thought wildly as he looked around. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his nose and saw stars. Oh. He careened toward the ground below. Concentrating hard, he managed to keep himself from falling outside of the ring and then landed safely on his feet in the ring. He looked up. There he was, arms crossed staring at Goten mockingly.
"Please, show me your real power. Unless that was your real power. Then you're not going to survive long," Ticco said. He's so cocky! Does he know about Super Saiya-jin? I hope not. Then that gives me an advantage.
"Oh, don't you worry about me, feel free to lead off anytime!" he shouted back.
"All right then," Ticco replied. "Just come up here so that we're on even ground." Goten, not seeing any harm in this, floated up. The crowd gasped.
"They're flying!" someone shouted. People began to echo that voice.
"Ready or not, here I come!" Ticco chanted as he launched himself. I hope your trick works, Mr. Tien, Goten thought as he put three of his fingers next to his face.
"SOLAR FLARE!" he shouted. There was a blinding flash of light that radiated from Goten. The crowd shouted at the light. The rest of the Saiya-jin and other people related in someway, shielded their eyes, knowing this trick well. As the light faded into nothingness, Goten looked at Ticco, expecting to see him bent down, covering his eyes, screaming in pain. He was amazed to see Ticco floating there, looking at him with laughter in his eyes. Funny, those eyes don't seem to focus on anything. They seem almost foggy.
"B-but how?!" Goten gasped. Ticco shrugged.
"If you really must know," he started, "I'm blind." Then he threw himself at Goten. Goten was too astounded to put up much of a defense. The blows rained down on his chest and face.
"Goten!" Gohan shouted. "Goten, fight back!" But Goten was already falling toward the ground. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Ticco caught his foot. He floated slowly down and tapped Goten's head on the floor outside of the ring, ending the fight.
"The winner of the bout…Ticco!" the announcer shouted into his microphone. The crowd cheered. Gently, almost motherly, Ticco scooped Goten into his arms and carried him into the nursing room. Blood seeped out of Goten's mouth and nose.
"He'll be fine," Ticco said to the astounded nurse, "He's just unconscious." Laying him on the bed, he departed quietly to see the next fight. A minute later, Gohan rushed into the room, carrying a small bag.
"Goten, are you all right? Answer me!" he almost shouted. Then, remembering the bag he carried, he clumsily opened it up and pulled out a small green bean. "Here, Goten, it's a sensou bean. Eat it." He literally shoved the bean down Goten's throat. Goten moaned, chewing the crunchy bean, and then swallowed. Suddenly his eyes popped open. Gohan sighed in relief.
"Wh-what happened?" he asked, startled. Gohan looked in the general direction of Ticco.
"That Ticco guy almost beat the stuffing out of you, and then carried you to the nurse's office," Gohan said. "I'll get him back for this."
"No, Gohan, don't worry, it was just a contest," Goten defended Ticco. Gohan looked at him, then nodded.
"Yeah, right, like when you said 'It was just a car accident where I hit almost five other cars?' " Gohan said, laughing. Goten grumbled.
"For your information, it was only four cars, not five," he growled. Gohan laughed.
"All right, whatever you say. Now let's go watch the fight." They walked out of the room, followed by the stare of the astounded nurse. As they walked into the room overlooking the arena, Vegeta glanced at them.
"You were beaten," Vegeta said, not without satisfaction. True, he preferred that his own son beat Goten, but either way, this would give Trunks more glory if he beat Ticco.
"Yes, Mr. Vegeta," Goten said respectfully.
"Who's next?" Gohan asked. Vegeta shrugged.
"That pink tub of lard Majin Boo and a weak human," he said before turning his attention to the arena. "Boo will make short work of him." Goten and Gohan looked at each other before going to the special balcony where all the rest of the non-contestants were that were related to the Saiya-jin.