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Dragonball:NEXT The New Story
Chapter 2 The Tournament Begins
The three touched down at the entrance to the tournament. This year, it was being held at the newly constructed stadium in Washington D.C. They found their way to the main entrance. Marcus flashed the identification card that he had been sent in the mail. The workers at the gates recognized it, and allowed him through. He was instructed as to how to get to the fighters area. His kaasan and toutochan used their previosly purchased tickets to gain entrance. Marcus talked to them briefly. "Well kaasan I guess this is it. wish me luck, even though I won't need it." Brandon took this time to chime in, "You're the greatest niichan, kick all their sorry asses." Marcus smiled, surprised that his kaasan hadn't said anything about the language, "I will, and afterwards we'll go get pizza." He hugged his kaasan again, and ran off to go to the fighters waiting room.
After walking for a bit, Marcus came to the room. There was a man behingd the counter there eyeing him as he checked over his registration on a laptop computer. He looked big enough to occupy two chairs. "So, you are Spinachu, you're fighting in the elite class. Are you sure about this?" Marcus looked puzzled at this statement, but didn't let it faze him. Dark skinned saiya-jin or not, this was a severe blow to his pride. "You think I can't hack it? The look on your face speaks volumes. Well look here fat boy, I came to fight with the best, ok. If you have a fucking problem with it, you can test my strength personally. If you are too weak, which you obviously are, then just complete the registration and let me into the goddam rooom. If you dare challenge me, I'll kill you. That's all I have to say, now let me in and fuck off." He was quickly registered an let into the room. He took a corner, faced the wall, and began to meditate until it was time to start.
"Shimatta Kakarotto, must you make those noises" Vegita was sick of Gokuh gnawing on his cotton candy. "Chill out Vegita, this stuff's good, you should try some. "Low class baka" Was all Vegita could reply. He just wante to see some fighting, even if the warriors were weak by his standards. The announcer took to the center of the fighting platform, eager to start. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 42nd Tournament of Saiya-jin arrival!!" The crowd, most of whom were drunk already, began yelling and cheering loudly. "Right now we will start to draw for the 64 positions open for this tournament. And here are the fighters!!"
The fighters all started to process from the gates at the ends of the arena. One in particular caught Vegita's eye, and he started laughing hysterically. "Vegita, what's so funny?" Gokuh asked, with his mouth still full of cotton candy. "Oh Kakarotto, do you see the one with dark skin?" "Yeah." Gokuh said. "Well he is a dark saiya-jin, they don't fight, and have ridiculously low power levels, and are usually very smart and become scientists or something, what a joke. If they let him in, then this was a waste of time" Gokuh stopped eating his cotton candy for a secone and concentrated on him for a second. Suddenly it him like a frying pan over the head. But he kept it to himself. He wanted another chance to show up Vegita.
The fighters had all picked their numbers and were given slots in the brackets. The announcer continued, "First match, Spinachu vs. Tomatu.