A/N: Well, I think I'll do something different this time. Usually I wait
awhile before doing another addition, but I'm going ahead and putting up
the next part. If I don't get reviews...well, I don't really care, I'm
posting this story no matter what you people think! ^_^ Here we go now, the
first episode!
The Brolly Saga
Episode 1: A New Tournament and a New Strong "Ki"
In the tournament area, Piccolo, Trunks, and Vegeta were standing around, seeming to be waiting for something.
"Augh.....those two are annoying me..." Vegeta complained.
Gohan and Krillin were standing at a hot dog vendor, getting a snack. A moment later, the group was walking along again; Gohan and Krillin holding on to their snacks.
Trunks said playfully, "Gosh, guys, you'd think that you'd wanna have an empty stomach when fighting."
"Heh, I don't think that counts for the Son family. They seem to fight better when they're full!" said Krillin with a laugh.
Gohan looked down at his chilidog curiously. "Gee, I've never had a hot dog with.....um...what do you call this again, Krillin?"
"It's called "chili", Gohan. Try it, it's very good!"
Gohan lifted up his chilidog and took a big bite of it. He chewed for a minute, and then started to turn VERY red.
"AAAHH! HOT.....BURNING!!!"
Gohan ran over to a nearby fountain and tried to use it, but water ended up spraying all over his face. Krillin, Piccolo, and Trunks laughed as his face got drenched.
"Oh man, that packs a wallop!" Gohan exclaimed as he shook the water off his face.
Krillin chuckled, "Heh heh, I guess it's a little too spicy for you, kid. Just scrape the chili off then."
Gohan scraped off the rest of the chili and smiled. "Ah, now this way I can eat it!"
Gohan suddenly got a sweatdrop when he saw that he had eaten just about all of it in the first bite. "Ummm.....can I get another one?"
The others Z Warriors fell over at that.
"How can this baka enjoy food more than he enjoys fighting?.....bizarre....." said a twitching Vegeta.
Meanwhile, at the tournament entrance, the man for sign-ups was putting away his things when a person draped in a blue cloth suddenly came towards him. It was impossible to tell who it was.
"Have the.....sign-ups been completed?" the man said quietly.
The sign-up man gave the mystery person a look and said, "I'm afraid so sir. But, you can still watch the tournament from the stands.....if you would like to.....do so....."
The sign-up man appeared surprised that the person had not moved an inch.
"No matter, I made a reservation for a spot in this tournament a few days ago." (A/N: Yeah, I say they can make reservations, so what? It's my world, so they can do what they like! Nyah! ^_^)
"Hey now.....reservation? Are you sure? How do I know you aren't pulling my leg?" the sign-up man replied cautiously.
The person didn't speak. The sign-up guy continued with, "And don't think you can just trick your way into this tournament! I've already signed up one late person, and I don't intend to let in a second!"
The person walked forward a bit and said flatly, "Check the sign-up list, you'll see I'm right."
The sign-up guy looked at the person with doubt, then he reluctantly reached into his bag and pulled out the sign-up list. "Okay then..reservations, reservations...."
"They are at the end of the list, remember?" the person said as he cocked his head to the side, revealing his grinning mouth.
The sign-up man looked at him in surprise and said, "How silly of me.....of course they are....."
"...Well?"
"Ah.....yes, there is one reservation here.....the name is a "Sage"....."
"That is I.....Sage is who I am," the man said with a pleased tone.
"You are? I don't recall you being the one who made a reservation under the name Sage.....plus I can't even see your face under those cloths, how can I know you're not lying?"
Sage's voice lowered again with frustration as he replied, "Well then, I'll show you some proof, if it must be required."
Sage raised that hood of his cloth, revealing his face. The sign-up man came to a realization as he said, "Oh my, it really is you! I'm so sorry for being so suspicious back there.....you know how some people would do anything to get into these tournaments!"
Sage lowered his hood and began to walk past the man as he said, "Yes...perhaps much more than you do."
The man looked at him with slight surprise as he walked off. "Just another weirdo to go along with the rest, I suppose. These tournaments have the strangest competition..."
In another area of the tournament, many fighters had gathered in a small arena. In the center of the room, the announcer guy was speaking with a mic.
"Annnd.....hello everyone! Welcome to the first step of our special tournament! As you all know, this is not a serious tournament, just one to raise charity, so let's have fun with this one!" he said with much enthusiasm.
"If it's for a good cause..." Piccolo said with a smile.
The Z Warriors were standing somewhere in the middle of the large crowd, minus Vegeta, who was in the back of the room by himself.
"Oh, it is! Just think, we get to have fun, and raise money for those who need it at the same time!" Krillin exclaimed, obviously pleased with the theme of the tournament.
"Sounds like a great idea to me," Trunks said with a smile also, "Of course, that's not what tousan's here for....
Krillin suddenly looked over at Trunks. "Trunks, I've been wondering...well..um, now that I think about it...why are you even back here?" he asked with slight concern, "You don't need our help fighting the Androids in your time, do you?
Trunks laughed and replied, "What? I can't even visit my old family and friends every once and awhile? I don't have any besides mom in my time."
"Heh, I guess not..."
"And I don't need help with them anyway. I already beat them!"
Piccolo smirks. "No really, they're still rampaging the Earth, right?" he said with sarcasm.
"And as an added bonus, I killed the recently hatched Cell. It was so easy, I still can't believe it!" Trunks said as he laughed again.
"Well that's no surprise!" Gohan exclaimed, "After your training in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, the Androids and that form of Cell would be nothing compared to your strength!"
Trunks nodded in agreement. "And now we've started rebuilding all the cities. I know a lot of the damage can't be undone, but I want to do all I can to help."
Meanwhile, the announcer was still speaking. "...only 12 finalists can actually enter the tourney," he glanced at the Z Warriors as he said this, "But those who do not make it in are welcome to stay and watch! Now, we are going to have some awesome elimination matches in this room, and the 12 left at the end will go on into the tournament!"
The announcer walked off the center of the area and prepared to leave. "Now, before I throw it over to the judges, I will remind you not to forget about what you're fighting for! To get money for all those needy children out there! And in return, you get.....well...there actually is no grand prize for this tournament. It's mainly just for having fun and showing the world how great you are!"
The crowd cheered as the announcer exited the area.
"Hmph, no matter. The only prize I have in mind is beating the stuffing out of Gohan." Vegeta muttered to himself.
Vegeta got up to pick a number for the eliminations with everyone else, but he suddenly felt someone staring at him. It was Sage, still in his blue cloth. Vegeta looked back over at Sage with a straight face, and Sage was smiling.
*What is that baka looking at?.....*
After a moment of staring, Vegeta saw a quick flash of gold inside Sage's hood, then it went away as quickly as it came. Sage then turned and walked over to pick his number. Vegeta looked slightly surprised.
"What the hell was that?" Vegeta said with a slight edge to his voice. "Eh...I must be seeing things. He's probably just trying to intimidate me. I'll be sure to beat him up real good in the tournament."
Vegeta walked over to where everyone else was going, and his expression suddenly became serious.
*But where did that guy get such "ki".....I didn't think any other humans were near our level...I'll have to look in on this.*
Vegeta grunted as he got in line for his number.
A short time later, Gohan was in the ring in front of a small boxer.
"Numbers 34 and 27 are to fight in their bracket now!"
"Alright Gohan, remember, don't try too hard!" Krillin said jokingly.
"I know, I know. I won't hurt him too bad."
Gohan turned to face the boxer. "Hear that, sir? I promise to be careful against you," Gohan said innocently.
The boxer wrinkled his nose in surprise. "What's that, boy? Be careful against me? Watchoo' think you is, a martial arts master?
The boxer began punching the air, trying to look tough. "You just lost your place in the tourney, little man. No one says they're gonna be careful against ME, especially not little brats like yourself!"
Gohan just looked on blankly and said, "It will only hurt for a moment, I promise."
"You...I've had enough of your jabbering!" the boxer growled.
"And...begin!!" a judge yelled out, signaling the start of the fight.
"Alright boy, show me these skills you seem to think you have!"
"Okay," Gohan plainly said, and he began to walk forward.
The boxer looked shocked. *Just strolling along...not even in fighting stance. How dare he mock me in this way!!*
The boxer yelled out and jumped into the air.
"Take this, you little insect!" he rasped out. The boxer brought his palm up in a chopping position and it started to shake as he charged his attack.
"Um, sir?" Gohan said with concern, "It would be best if you just let me beat you. Using an attack will just waste your energy."
"That Gohan is so naïve..." Piccolo muttered with a chuckle.
"Well, this is his first tournament. He probably doesn't know that none of these people can sense "ki" like us," Trunks mused.
"I'll show you!!" the boxer exclaimed, "Super Dragon Chop!!"
The boxer brought his hand down and he chopped Gohan on the head, stopping the young teen in his tracks. The boxer grinned.
"See, told ya.....it hurts, don't it?" the boxer said proudly.
Just then, Gohan lifted his arms up and grabbed the boxer's hand.
"EH??!!"
"Gosh sir, I tried to warn you," Gohan said with a slight smile, "That attack took up a lot of your energy. You are not very strong, methinks."
The boxer was starting to look very angry as Gohan pushed his hand off of his head. "Why...you...PEST! I'll hurt you for sure this time!!"
The boxer charged up a punch with his other fist, but before he could release it, Gohan rushed up and punched him in the face. The boxer fell back in shock and he toppled of the edge of the ring. "There, it's over now," Gohan said calmly.
With a bloody nose, the boxer fearfully looked up at Gohan over his legs, then he went unconscious.
"And the winner is...Son Gohan," the judge announced.
As some medics carried the boxer out of the arena, Piccolo talked with Gohan. "Gohan, you have to remember that these people are not very strong. Acting superior will just make you disliked by everyone."
Gohan lowered his head. "I know, but I thought these fighters had decent skills.....you mean they can't?..."
"No. Only those who can actually use energy can feel it as well," Piccolo simply said.
"Huh. Well, I guess you guys were right in that no one else is as strong as us."
Piccolo scratched the back of his head. "Um...yeah, we are definitely the strongest..."
Piccolo suddenly turned his head to the side with concern. *But I still haven't located that one huge "ki" I sensed earlier. Who could it be generating from?..."
Gohan looked at Piccolo curiously. "Piccolo, what's the matter?"
Piccolo continued to look the other direction. After a moment, he looked back down at Gohan with a serious look. Gohan looked confused at first, then he came to a realization.
"It's that "ki", isn't it? That's what's bothering you?" Gohan guessed.
Piccolo stuttered, "Y....yes, it's just baffling to me. No human could have trained hard enough to reach our level of strength."
Gohan nodded. "Could it be an enemy?"
Piccolo shook his head. "No, couldn't be. I can tell when a "ki" is good or evil, but this one's kinda clouded. I still can't pinpoint him, but one thing's for sure...
Piccolo looked off to the side again. "Whoever it is...he will be one of the 12 finalists."
A short time later, back in the ring, Vegeta stood in front of a rather large sumo wrestler.
"Feh, what a waste of time."
The wrestler grunted and started pounding the ground with his feet.
"Be...!!" the judge began.
Vegeta rushed over and punched the wrestler in the gut hard.
"...gi..."
Before the wrestler could even show signs of pain, Vegeta jumped up and spin kicked the guy out of the ring, and he crashed into the crowd.
"...in...huh?"
Vegeta landed back on his feet just as the judge finished his word. He spit on the ground and walked off the ring.
The judge stared at Vegeta in surprise. "...Winner is...Vegeta..."
"Not bad, tousan. Two seconds, a new record!" Trunks said sarcastically.
"Shut up, boy."
Trunks grinned sheepishly and laughed. "Oh tousan, you're so full of it!"
Even later, the decisions had been made. The announcer guy was back in the room. "And we have some finalists here, folks! Here they are!!"
The announcer guy gestured to a group standing next to him. "Entering the tournament, we have Son Gohan, Vegeta, Trunks, Krillin, Majunior, Shouto, Genba, Crochin, Sage..."
As he continued with the list, the name "Sage" floated in Piccolo's head. He motioned to Gohan.
"What?"
"Gohan, I've hit the jackpot," Piccolo whispered.
"Huh?"
"The strong "ki", it's coming from that Sage guy."
"Sage, huh? Hmmm...oh yeah, it's coming from him alright." Gohan looked over at Sage cautiously. Suddenly, Sage's gaze moved over to Gohan. Gohan gritted his teeth nervously, but Sage just smiled suspiciously and gave him a friendly wave.
Gohan laughed silently and waved back, then he stopped looking.
"Careful, Gohan," Piccolo warned, "Don't let him know we're on to him. I'm not sure what he plans to do, but I doubt it's to fight for charity."
As the announcer continued to explain rules and whatnot, Vegeta glanced at Gohan and Piccolo. "Fools, of course he already knows. He's known we can sense his powers."
"What? Did you know the whole time it was him?" Piccolo asked.
"Um...yes. I had somewhat of an...encounter with him, well, not really," Vegeta stuttered.
*Why am I getting all nervous about this guy?* Vegeta thought, *But that flash of light...I know only one thing that does that...no no, that's absurd.*
The announcer guy was just finishing up. "...and we will now be going to draw the positions in the tournament by lot! Gentlemen, if you'll please follow me..."
The announcer stepped around the group and exited through an archway. The twelve finalists followed him.
A/N: I know, the idea of a simple tournament for charity seems kinda dumb, but I don't wanna get Hercule involved in this. :p Oh he'll be around, but not fighting. Don't worry, it'll start to get more interesting around the next couple of chapters. You know how these stories start out slow. ~_O Alright now, get ready ta' CLICK! ^_^
The Brolly Saga
Episode 1: A New Tournament and a New Strong "Ki"
In the tournament area, Piccolo, Trunks, and Vegeta were standing around, seeming to be waiting for something.
"Augh.....those two are annoying me..." Vegeta complained.
Gohan and Krillin were standing at a hot dog vendor, getting a snack. A moment later, the group was walking along again; Gohan and Krillin holding on to their snacks.
Trunks said playfully, "Gosh, guys, you'd think that you'd wanna have an empty stomach when fighting."
"Heh, I don't think that counts for the Son family. They seem to fight better when they're full!" said Krillin with a laugh.
Gohan looked down at his chilidog curiously. "Gee, I've never had a hot dog with.....um...what do you call this again, Krillin?"
"It's called "chili", Gohan. Try it, it's very good!"
Gohan lifted up his chilidog and took a big bite of it. He chewed for a minute, and then started to turn VERY red.
"AAAHH! HOT.....BURNING!!!"
Gohan ran over to a nearby fountain and tried to use it, but water ended up spraying all over his face. Krillin, Piccolo, and Trunks laughed as his face got drenched.
"Oh man, that packs a wallop!" Gohan exclaimed as he shook the water off his face.
Krillin chuckled, "Heh heh, I guess it's a little too spicy for you, kid. Just scrape the chili off then."
Gohan scraped off the rest of the chili and smiled. "Ah, now this way I can eat it!"
Gohan suddenly got a sweatdrop when he saw that he had eaten just about all of it in the first bite. "Ummm.....can I get another one?"
The others Z Warriors fell over at that.
"How can this baka enjoy food more than he enjoys fighting?.....bizarre....." said a twitching Vegeta.
Meanwhile, at the tournament entrance, the man for sign-ups was putting away his things when a person draped in a blue cloth suddenly came towards him. It was impossible to tell who it was.
"Have the.....sign-ups been completed?" the man said quietly.
The sign-up man gave the mystery person a look and said, "I'm afraid so sir. But, you can still watch the tournament from the stands.....if you would like to.....do so....."
The sign-up man appeared surprised that the person had not moved an inch.
"No matter, I made a reservation for a spot in this tournament a few days ago." (A/N: Yeah, I say they can make reservations, so what? It's my world, so they can do what they like! Nyah! ^_^)
"Hey now.....reservation? Are you sure? How do I know you aren't pulling my leg?" the sign-up man replied cautiously.
The person didn't speak. The sign-up guy continued with, "And don't think you can just trick your way into this tournament! I've already signed up one late person, and I don't intend to let in a second!"
The person walked forward a bit and said flatly, "Check the sign-up list, you'll see I'm right."
The sign-up guy looked at the person with doubt, then he reluctantly reached into his bag and pulled out the sign-up list. "Okay then..reservations, reservations...."
"They are at the end of the list, remember?" the person said as he cocked his head to the side, revealing his grinning mouth.
The sign-up man looked at him in surprise and said, "How silly of me.....of course they are....."
"...Well?"
"Ah.....yes, there is one reservation here.....the name is a "Sage"....."
"That is I.....Sage is who I am," the man said with a pleased tone.
"You are? I don't recall you being the one who made a reservation under the name Sage.....plus I can't even see your face under those cloths, how can I know you're not lying?"
Sage's voice lowered again with frustration as he replied, "Well then, I'll show you some proof, if it must be required."
Sage raised that hood of his cloth, revealing his face. The sign-up man came to a realization as he said, "Oh my, it really is you! I'm so sorry for being so suspicious back there.....you know how some people would do anything to get into these tournaments!"
Sage lowered his hood and began to walk past the man as he said, "Yes...perhaps much more than you do."
The man looked at him with slight surprise as he walked off. "Just another weirdo to go along with the rest, I suppose. These tournaments have the strangest competition..."
In another area of the tournament, many fighters had gathered in a small arena. In the center of the room, the announcer guy was speaking with a mic.
"Annnd.....hello everyone! Welcome to the first step of our special tournament! As you all know, this is not a serious tournament, just one to raise charity, so let's have fun with this one!" he said with much enthusiasm.
"If it's for a good cause..." Piccolo said with a smile.
The Z Warriors were standing somewhere in the middle of the large crowd, minus Vegeta, who was in the back of the room by himself.
"Oh, it is! Just think, we get to have fun, and raise money for those who need it at the same time!" Krillin exclaimed, obviously pleased with the theme of the tournament.
"Sounds like a great idea to me," Trunks said with a smile also, "Of course, that's not what tousan's here for....
Krillin suddenly looked over at Trunks. "Trunks, I've been wondering...well..um, now that I think about it...why are you even back here?" he asked with slight concern, "You don't need our help fighting the Androids in your time, do you?
Trunks laughed and replied, "What? I can't even visit my old family and friends every once and awhile? I don't have any besides mom in my time."
"Heh, I guess not..."
"And I don't need help with them anyway. I already beat them!"
Piccolo smirks. "No really, they're still rampaging the Earth, right?" he said with sarcasm.
"And as an added bonus, I killed the recently hatched Cell. It was so easy, I still can't believe it!" Trunks said as he laughed again.
"Well that's no surprise!" Gohan exclaimed, "After your training in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, the Androids and that form of Cell would be nothing compared to your strength!"
Trunks nodded in agreement. "And now we've started rebuilding all the cities. I know a lot of the damage can't be undone, but I want to do all I can to help."
Meanwhile, the announcer was still speaking. "...only 12 finalists can actually enter the tourney," he glanced at the Z Warriors as he said this, "But those who do not make it in are welcome to stay and watch! Now, we are going to have some awesome elimination matches in this room, and the 12 left at the end will go on into the tournament!"
The announcer walked off the center of the area and prepared to leave. "Now, before I throw it over to the judges, I will remind you not to forget about what you're fighting for! To get money for all those needy children out there! And in return, you get.....well...there actually is no grand prize for this tournament. It's mainly just for having fun and showing the world how great you are!"
The crowd cheered as the announcer exited the area.
"Hmph, no matter. The only prize I have in mind is beating the stuffing out of Gohan." Vegeta muttered to himself.
Vegeta got up to pick a number for the eliminations with everyone else, but he suddenly felt someone staring at him. It was Sage, still in his blue cloth. Vegeta looked back over at Sage with a straight face, and Sage was smiling.
*What is that baka looking at?.....*
After a moment of staring, Vegeta saw a quick flash of gold inside Sage's hood, then it went away as quickly as it came. Sage then turned and walked over to pick his number. Vegeta looked slightly surprised.
"What the hell was that?" Vegeta said with a slight edge to his voice. "Eh...I must be seeing things. He's probably just trying to intimidate me. I'll be sure to beat him up real good in the tournament."
Vegeta walked over to where everyone else was going, and his expression suddenly became serious.
*But where did that guy get such "ki".....I didn't think any other humans were near our level...I'll have to look in on this.*
Vegeta grunted as he got in line for his number.
A short time later, Gohan was in the ring in front of a small boxer.
"Numbers 34 and 27 are to fight in their bracket now!"
"Alright Gohan, remember, don't try too hard!" Krillin said jokingly.
"I know, I know. I won't hurt him too bad."
Gohan turned to face the boxer. "Hear that, sir? I promise to be careful against you," Gohan said innocently.
The boxer wrinkled his nose in surprise. "What's that, boy? Be careful against me? Watchoo' think you is, a martial arts master?
The boxer began punching the air, trying to look tough. "You just lost your place in the tourney, little man. No one says they're gonna be careful against ME, especially not little brats like yourself!"
Gohan just looked on blankly and said, "It will only hurt for a moment, I promise."
"You...I've had enough of your jabbering!" the boxer growled.
"And...begin!!" a judge yelled out, signaling the start of the fight.
"Alright boy, show me these skills you seem to think you have!"
"Okay," Gohan plainly said, and he began to walk forward.
The boxer looked shocked. *Just strolling along...not even in fighting stance. How dare he mock me in this way!!*
The boxer yelled out and jumped into the air.
"Take this, you little insect!" he rasped out. The boxer brought his palm up in a chopping position and it started to shake as he charged his attack.
"Um, sir?" Gohan said with concern, "It would be best if you just let me beat you. Using an attack will just waste your energy."
"That Gohan is so naïve..." Piccolo muttered with a chuckle.
"Well, this is his first tournament. He probably doesn't know that none of these people can sense "ki" like us," Trunks mused.
"I'll show you!!" the boxer exclaimed, "Super Dragon Chop!!"
The boxer brought his hand down and he chopped Gohan on the head, stopping the young teen in his tracks. The boxer grinned.
"See, told ya.....it hurts, don't it?" the boxer said proudly.
Just then, Gohan lifted his arms up and grabbed the boxer's hand.
"EH??!!"
"Gosh sir, I tried to warn you," Gohan said with a slight smile, "That attack took up a lot of your energy. You are not very strong, methinks."
The boxer was starting to look very angry as Gohan pushed his hand off of his head. "Why...you...PEST! I'll hurt you for sure this time!!"
The boxer charged up a punch with his other fist, but before he could release it, Gohan rushed up and punched him in the face. The boxer fell back in shock and he toppled of the edge of the ring. "There, it's over now," Gohan said calmly.
With a bloody nose, the boxer fearfully looked up at Gohan over his legs, then he went unconscious.
"And the winner is...Son Gohan," the judge announced.
As some medics carried the boxer out of the arena, Piccolo talked with Gohan. "Gohan, you have to remember that these people are not very strong. Acting superior will just make you disliked by everyone."
Gohan lowered his head. "I know, but I thought these fighters had decent skills.....you mean they can't?..."
"No. Only those who can actually use energy can feel it as well," Piccolo simply said.
"Huh. Well, I guess you guys were right in that no one else is as strong as us."
Piccolo scratched the back of his head. "Um...yeah, we are definitely the strongest..."
Piccolo suddenly turned his head to the side with concern. *But I still haven't located that one huge "ki" I sensed earlier. Who could it be generating from?..."
Gohan looked at Piccolo curiously. "Piccolo, what's the matter?"
Piccolo continued to look the other direction. After a moment, he looked back down at Gohan with a serious look. Gohan looked confused at first, then he came to a realization.
"It's that "ki", isn't it? That's what's bothering you?" Gohan guessed.
Piccolo stuttered, "Y....yes, it's just baffling to me. No human could have trained hard enough to reach our level of strength."
Gohan nodded. "Could it be an enemy?"
Piccolo shook his head. "No, couldn't be. I can tell when a "ki" is good or evil, but this one's kinda clouded. I still can't pinpoint him, but one thing's for sure...
Piccolo looked off to the side again. "Whoever it is...he will be one of the 12 finalists."
A short time later, back in the ring, Vegeta stood in front of a rather large sumo wrestler.
"Feh, what a waste of time."
The wrestler grunted and started pounding the ground with his feet.
"Be...!!" the judge began.
Vegeta rushed over and punched the wrestler in the gut hard.
"...gi..."
Before the wrestler could even show signs of pain, Vegeta jumped up and spin kicked the guy out of the ring, and he crashed into the crowd.
"...in...huh?"
Vegeta landed back on his feet just as the judge finished his word. He spit on the ground and walked off the ring.
The judge stared at Vegeta in surprise. "...Winner is...Vegeta..."
"Not bad, tousan. Two seconds, a new record!" Trunks said sarcastically.
"Shut up, boy."
Trunks grinned sheepishly and laughed. "Oh tousan, you're so full of it!"
Even later, the decisions had been made. The announcer guy was back in the room. "And we have some finalists here, folks! Here they are!!"
The announcer guy gestured to a group standing next to him. "Entering the tournament, we have Son Gohan, Vegeta, Trunks, Krillin, Majunior, Shouto, Genba, Crochin, Sage..."
As he continued with the list, the name "Sage" floated in Piccolo's head. He motioned to Gohan.
"What?"
"Gohan, I've hit the jackpot," Piccolo whispered.
"Huh?"
"The strong "ki", it's coming from that Sage guy."
"Sage, huh? Hmmm...oh yeah, it's coming from him alright." Gohan looked over at Sage cautiously. Suddenly, Sage's gaze moved over to Gohan. Gohan gritted his teeth nervously, but Sage just smiled suspiciously and gave him a friendly wave.
Gohan laughed silently and waved back, then he stopped looking.
"Careful, Gohan," Piccolo warned, "Don't let him know we're on to him. I'm not sure what he plans to do, but I doubt it's to fight for charity."
As the announcer continued to explain rules and whatnot, Vegeta glanced at Gohan and Piccolo. "Fools, of course he already knows. He's known we can sense his powers."
"What? Did you know the whole time it was him?" Piccolo asked.
"Um...yes. I had somewhat of an...encounter with him, well, not really," Vegeta stuttered.
*Why am I getting all nervous about this guy?* Vegeta thought, *But that flash of light...I know only one thing that does that...no no, that's absurd.*
The announcer guy was just finishing up. "...and we will now be going to draw the positions in the tournament by lot! Gentlemen, if you'll please follow me..."
The announcer stepped around the group and exited through an archway. The twelve finalists followed him.
A/N: I know, the idea of a simple tournament for charity seems kinda dumb, but I don't wanna get Hercule involved in this. :p Oh he'll be around, but not fighting. Don't worry, it'll start to get more interesting around the next couple of chapters. You know how these stories start out slow. ~_O Alright now, get ready ta' CLICK! ^_^