Otherworlds: Dragonball

by Mutsunokami

"Wow... Look at this place. Yamcha! I'm nervous. What
if I don't make it?" Bulma, dressed in her fighting outfit,
glances about nervously. So many fighters!

"Don't worry, Bulma! You'll be fine. Just do the best
you can, and that's all that matters." Yamcha grins at Bulma.
"Oh, and I don't think Goku would recognize you in that getup,
either, so it'll be a big surprise for him."

Bulma glares at Yamcha. "And you aren't going to spoil
the surprise, got it?" Bulma wraps her tail around her waist
and covers it up with a sash.

Yamcha just laughed and scratched the back of his head.
"Not to worry, Bulma. I'll keep quiet. Heh heh heh. Oh, look!
They're starting."

An old monk walks up to the microphone on one of the mats.
"For five years, Contestants, you have trained and waited for
this opportunity to compete for the title of 'Strongest Under
The Heavens.' You have journeyed here from all corners of the
Earth." He pauses to take a breath and continues. "This year
we have a total of 137 masters from around the world, from whom
only eight will be allowed to enter the final rounds. This year
we will truly be honored by a very fierce competition indeed."

Opposite the mat from Bulma and Yamcha, Krillin starts
shaking. "A hundred... thirty-seven....!! Brr.."

"Listen well," continues the old monk. "I will explain
the competition's rules. All contestants will fight atop these
mats. Should you fall off, or lose consciousness, or plead
'mercy,' or cry, you lose. However, you may NOT kill your
opponent! Nor may you use weapons! The qualifying round will
last one minute, and if the match has not been settled by that
time, victory will be decided upon by the judges.

"Due to the great number of contestants, the qualifying rounds
have been divided into four blocks. The two ultimate victors
from each block will be named entrants in the finals. One by one,
please draw a slip of paper, compare the number on it to the chart,
and proceed to your block."

One by one, all the contestants line up and start taking
numbers from the box. Soon, Yamcha is at the box and pulls out a
piece of paper. Then Bulma takes one out as well.

"I've got 118, Yamcha. How about you?"

"33. Look like we're in different blocks."

"Guess we don't have to worry about fighting each other before
the finals, eh?"

"Yup."

Bulma wanders over to Block 4 and waits her turn. Soon enough
her turn comes up.

"117 and 118. You're on next."

Bulma climbs up onto the mat as a large, fat sumo wrestler
struggles up at the same time. "Ready?"

Both fighters take up a stance. The referee slices his hand
down. "Begin!"

The sumo wrestler grins and rushes forward. Bulma just stands
there in what the wrestler thinks is fright and is almost upon
her when he realizes that her fist is embedded in his gut. Bulma
just grins under her mask as the sumo wrestler's eyes cross and
he falls backwards with a crash. He moans and doesn't get up.

"Number 118 is the victor!"

*****

Over at Block 3...

Goku and Krillin stare at the girl in Block 4. "Wow...
S-she knocked that big guy down with one punch! I wanna fight
her in the tournament!"

Krillin just stares at Goku like he's crazy.

"69 and 70, up on the mat, please!" Goku starts climbing up on
the mat.

"I gotta start, huh?"

"Good luck, Goku!"

Fighters around the mat start laughing at Goku as he stands
there. "Huh?! That little squirt's hoping to qualify?!"

"69 must be somebody's lucky number!"

A mountain of a man with a huge mustache and bald head steps
onto the mat and stares down at Goku in disbelief. "Whot ees
thees---?! There ees no joy een croshing soch an ant!"

Goku falls into a stance. "Oh, yeah--!!"

"One minute! Let's GO!!"

Goku springs into action, rushing at the giant fighter! He
dashes behind the behemoth faster than the eye can see! The bald
fighter looks around for his opponent. "Eh?! He vanishes!!"

"Yoo-hoo!" Goku taps his opponent on the back of his leg.

"EEE-YAAA!!!" Z-DONG!! The large fighter crashes down off of
the mat!

"Huh?" Goku just stares at what his 'tap' has done. All the
others around the mat freeze in shock.

"....."

The fallen behemoth grips his leg and moans in pain. "Oo...
Oooooo......!!"

"...... ...?!"

The referee recovers quickly. "V-Victory... To Number 70!!"

The fighters start recovering. "H-Hey... What just happened?"

"Man's a fool! He just lost his balance and fell."

"Ohh... Yeah... Heh heh heh."

*****

"127 and 128! Up on the mat, please!"

Bulma looks on in interest at the old man that jumps onto the
mat. The big wrestler looks down at the old man in disdain. "Huh?
This scrawny little pipsqueek is my opponent? Don't make me laugh!"

The old man just smirks at the wrestler, who gets a bit angry
when he doesn't get a rise out of the old man.

"Begin!!"

"Heh. Better back out, Grampa. I'm the great Hercule Satan!"
With that, the buffoon charges forward! The old man merely sidesteps
the charge and trips Hercule out of the mat.

"ugh... what hit me?" The old man keeps grinning and gives
a victory sign.

"Victory to Number 127!!"

*Hmmm... Have to watch that old man. He could be trouble.*
Bulma gets another look at him as he passes by her. *Do I know
him?*

*****

Krillin lands and shoots forward and slams a kick into the bully,
sending him flying out of the mat and through the far wall.

"...v-victory... t-to n-number 93..."

"See? Thanks to the old timer's training, we've gotten real
strong even without knowing it!!"

Krillin just stares at his hands. "N-No foolin'~~~~!!"

*****

Bulma spins through the air, landing a flying roundhouse kick
on the girl she is fighting.

"Victory to Number 118!"

*****

Goku leaps at his opponent!

"Huh?!" The boxer doesn't have time to react before Goku gets
in a mighty kick to the jaw! POW! The boxer falls flat on his
back, out like a light.

"The Winner... Number 70!!!"

*****

"Wolf Fang Fist!!"

Yamcha's opponent flies off of the mat.

"Victory to Number 33!"

Yamcha grins and saunters off the mat.

*****

One punch later and the Dragon Fang Fu fighter is unconcious.

"Victory to Number 127!!"

The man known as Jackie Chun grins like a Cheshire cat.

*****

Next time on Dragonball!

Quantity! Quality! Qualify!
Looks like this Tournament is going to be a big one, folks! Goku and
Krillin are advancing at a rapid rate. Yamcha is going through
matches like a movie-goer goes through popcorn! Bulma is doing much
better than she expected. And the mysterious Jackie Chun is quickly
advancing as well. Find out what happens next time, on Bulma's
Tale!

*****

Author's Note:

Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out, but real life does
like to mess me up. For those of you who are wondering about the color
of Bulma's tail, I'm not gonna tell! ^_^ I'm going to let you fill that
blank in.