This is an AU about the world martial arts tournament. It's a Gohan and
Videl fic, so those who for some twisted reason don't like those, just
click on that little button labeled "back". In this version, Gohan, Goten,
and Trunks are the only ones who have entered the tournament. Goku is not
coming back, and Vegeta and the rest of the gang are not entering either.
Some are spectators in the stands, like Yamcha was. Also, Gohan felt that
Videl was getting too close to finding out he was Saiyaman, so he had
Saiyaman disspear. It's explained later in the fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW, THIS IS MY FIRST!
Tournament Troubles
As Son Gohan finished signing his name to the registration form for the World Tournament, he became aware of all the attention some of the fighters were trying to get. To his left, a fighter chopped down a tree in front of a large crowd, only to be kicked away by another fighter with a big "S" on his shirt. Seconds later, the news crews came up to interview the guy. Gohan shook his head. He didn't what the publicity that so many fighters were craving these days, he just needed the prize money. His father, dead for seven years now, had earned a great deal of money from the tournaments he had fought in and won. Now, however, with two growing saiyans to feed and Gohan's high school expenses, that money was beginning to dwindle. Therefore, Gohan decided to enter a tournament and win some money. The prize money these days were enourmous. However, there was only one tournament that was coming up within the next year – the World Tournament. Videl and Mr. Satan were bound to enter it, and it was bound to be covered big time by the press, but Gohan didn't have a choice. It was either this or starving. Being a half-saiyan, Gohan would rather face Cell for an eternity, or Chi-Chi with a frying pan, then go without a decent amount of food for even a few days. Therefore, he followed his father's footsteps and signed up for the tournament. He was even wearing a fighting gi that matched his father's traditional gi. All he needed was the power pole strapped to his back and Gohan would be the image of his father, expect with a less stand outish hair style. Gohan laughed as he thought about that.
Goten and Trunks, hearing that Gohan had entered the tournament a few days ago, decided to join too. Unfortunatly, because they were so young, they had to enter a Junior division. "But with Goten here and the remarkable way he looks and acts like our father, it is just like Goku is entering the tournament!" Gohan chuckled to himself.
Gohan sighed again as he watched the reporters move off to find another fighter they could 'brown nose', as the reporters put it. "Ever since Mr. Satan won the tournament, all fighting has become is a big publicity gig, not a competition for strength…it's becoming worse than wrestling…" Gohan said to himself. (A/U I don't mean to insult the fans of WWF, but it is true…) He sighed again and checked his watch. He had a few hours before he had to worry about getting ready for the tournament, so Gohan decided to walk around for a while. He wished that some of the other Z-warriors had come to the tournament to compete, but every since the saiyans arrived and they became so strong, they had been staying away from the tournaments. They didn't want the reporters and publicity. Neither did he, although he did get a lot of media attention as Saiyaman, but he tried to just wave it off. Nowadays, he couldn't even be Saiyaman. Videl was clever, and it was only a matter of time before she finally figured out who Saiyaman really was. Therefore Saiyaman disappeared. He didn't want Videl to find out just yet the true extent of his powers since she was the daughter of Hercule. He didn't want to ruin her life by proving Mr. Satan did not beat Cell as he claimed. Now when Gohan saw trouble, he would get to a place where no one would see him, then use his super speed to knock the criminals unconscious without even stopping. At his top speed no one could even see him approach, strike, and retreat. The crooks just seem to have a spasm and faint. Cameras could not pick him up either. "Speak of the devil…" He barely made it ten feet before he noticed the reporters coming his way. Gohan stepped up his pace a bit and hoped that they wouldn't…
"Hi! Where are you from sir?"
Gohan's shoulders slumped as the reporter caught up to him. He could feel the camera on him. He waved his hand, indicating to the reporter to move on.
"Sir, please just a few quick quest…oh!" Gohan was surprised when he heard them run off. He turned around to see them running at full speed back towards the parking and landing area.
"What got into them? I didn't show any of my strength yet, at least I don't think I did…" Gohan looked around the area. "No broken walls…no energy blasts…I didn't jump…I didn't fly…fly…oh, duh!" Gohan finally noticed the large red plane decending towards the landing area. There were many jets and copters and planes, but this one was special for one reason, clearly stated on both sides of the craft. "That Mr. Satan. He was always a media pig. All he wants is publicity. I mean, you could read that 'Mr. Satan' on the plane from the moon. At least Videl isn't like that… she really is a true fighter… looks good too…huh? Where did that come from?" Blushing a little, Gohan closed his eyes and felt the energies around him. His mother was somewhere around the ticket area with Krillin, Eighteen, their daughter Marron, and Bulma. Yamcha seemed to be checking out some of the 'World's Fair Booths', as Krillin had put it, and Goten and Trunks were in the registration area for the Junior Competition. But Gohan wasn't looking for them.
"Hmm…seems Videl came with her father. I know she doesn't have a lot of patience for the cameras. I thought she might come a different way to avoid the…press… guess I was wrong…" Gohan sensed Videl's energy moving quickly away from Mr. Satan's, towards the regerstration booth if he wasn't mistaken.
"Well, might as well go say 'hi'…" Ignoring the sudden butterflies in his stomach and gathering his courage, Gohan walked off towards where he felt her energy.
~0~
Videl waited for the plane to touch down, then immediately threw off her safety belt and bolted to the door. Her eagerness wasn't just because this was her first tournament in the Adult division, although it was a large part of it. She just wanted to get out and away before the press totally mobbed her and her father. He might live for that stuff, but she personally hated it. Fortunately for her, she was fast enough to get by with only a few questions from the hundreds of reporters that flocked to Mr. Satan's plane. Losing herself in the crowd, she started to move to the registration area, happy as she could be. One thing was bothering her. When she won this tournament, she wanted it to mean something. It bothered her when the mysterious 'Great Saiyaman' disappeared. She wanted to go up against the best, and it was clear that he was an awesome fighter. Whether or not his flying and strength were just tricks as her dad had claimed had yet to be proven in her book. All of that stuff he did seemed to be very real to her, and she was beginning to doubt.
"He disappeared because I was getting too close to finding out his identity. I heard him say it himself! Gohan, I will prove that you are not all that you seem to be…" Videl thought about all of the weird things about him: his ability to jump and throw like he did at that gym class baseball game, for example. No one should be able to jump like that, even with 'beginner's luck'. The fact that he got traveled over five hundred miles each day just to go to school. The fact that he seemed to disappear from class a lot, right after she would get a call from the police to help out, and Saiyaman would suddenly appear. The fact that he was stronger than he looked, even if he was a little skinny. His muscles were nice to look at, and the way he smiled so cute…
Videl shook her head, trying to clear that last thought from her mind. "Whoa there, girl, keep yourself together! You do not like him. We are just friends, schoolmates, nothing more…" Still, pictures of his cute smile seem to drift into her head. Videl had been doing this for a while, ever since she started to suspect him of having some secrets.
She looked up, registering where she was in the stadium.
Walking some more, she came to the registration table and began to fill out the forms. When she had finished, she gave the paper to the monk man who was working the table, and answered a few questions for him. As she was finishing, she noticed one of the workers putting up a list of names. Curious, Videl walked up to it and read it.
"This must be all those who have already registered. Must be for the crowds, or the reporters…" She noticed one of the monks coming up and putting her name on the board with the S's. Her curiosity getting to her, she began to read the rest of the list. She stopped when she read one name in particular. Her stomach seemed to quake with sudden anticipation. She also turned slightly pink at it.
"…Son Gohan…no way…"
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW, THIS IS MY FIRST!
Tournament Troubles
As Son Gohan finished signing his name to the registration form for the World Tournament, he became aware of all the attention some of the fighters were trying to get. To his left, a fighter chopped down a tree in front of a large crowd, only to be kicked away by another fighter with a big "S" on his shirt. Seconds later, the news crews came up to interview the guy. Gohan shook his head. He didn't what the publicity that so many fighters were craving these days, he just needed the prize money. His father, dead for seven years now, had earned a great deal of money from the tournaments he had fought in and won. Now, however, with two growing saiyans to feed and Gohan's high school expenses, that money was beginning to dwindle. Therefore, Gohan decided to enter a tournament and win some money. The prize money these days were enourmous. However, there was only one tournament that was coming up within the next year – the World Tournament. Videl and Mr. Satan were bound to enter it, and it was bound to be covered big time by the press, but Gohan didn't have a choice. It was either this or starving. Being a half-saiyan, Gohan would rather face Cell for an eternity, or Chi-Chi with a frying pan, then go without a decent amount of food for even a few days. Therefore, he followed his father's footsteps and signed up for the tournament. He was even wearing a fighting gi that matched his father's traditional gi. All he needed was the power pole strapped to his back and Gohan would be the image of his father, expect with a less stand outish hair style. Gohan laughed as he thought about that.
Goten and Trunks, hearing that Gohan had entered the tournament a few days ago, decided to join too. Unfortunatly, because they were so young, they had to enter a Junior division. "But with Goten here and the remarkable way he looks and acts like our father, it is just like Goku is entering the tournament!" Gohan chuckled to himself.
Gohan sighed again as he watched the reporters move off to find another fighter they could 'brown nose', as the reporters put it. "Ever since Mr. Satan won the tournament, all fighting has become is a big publicity gig, not a competition for strength…it's becoming worse than wrestling…" Gohan said to himself. (A/U I don't mean to insult the fans of WWF, but it is true…) He sighed again and checked his watch. He had a few hours before he had to worry about getting ready for the tournament, so Gohan decided to walk around for a while. He wished that some of the other Z-warriors had come to the tournament to compete, but every since the saiyans arrived and they became so strong, they had been staying away from the tournaments. They didn't want the reporters and publicity. Neither did he, although he did get a lot of media attention as Saiyaman, but he tried to just wave it off. Nowadays, he couldn't even be Saiyaman. Videl was clever, and it was only a matter of time before she finally figured out who Saiyaman really was. Therefore Saiyaman disappeared. He didn't want Videl to find out just yet the true extent of his powers since she was the daughter of Hercule. He didn't want to ruin her life by proving Mr. Satan did not beat Cell as he claimed. Now when Gohan saw trouble, he would get to a place where no one would see him, then use his super speed to knock the criminals unconscious without even stopping. At his top speed no one could even see him approach, strike, and retreat. The crooks just seem to have a spasm and faint. Cameras could not pick him up either. "Speak of the devil…" He barely made it ten feet before he noticed the reporters coming his way. Gohan stepped up his pace a bit and hoped that they wouldn't…
"Hi! Where are you from sir?"
Gohan's shoulders slumped as the reporter caught up to him. He could feel the camera on him. He waved his hand, indicating to the reporter to move on.
"Sir, please just a few quick quest…oh!" Gohan was surprised when he heard them run off. He turned around to see them running at full speed back towards the parking and landing area.
"What got into them? I didn't show any of my strength yet, at least I don't think I did…" Gohan looked around the area. "No broken walls…no energy blasts…I didn't jump…I didn't fly…fly…oh, duh!" Gohan finally noticed the large red plane decending towards the landing area. There were many jets and copters and planes, but this one was special for one reason, clearly stated on both sides of the craft. "That Mr. Satan. He was always a media pig. All he wants is publicity. I mean, you could read that 'Mr. Satan' on the plane from the moon. At least Videl isn't like that… she really is a true fighter… looks good too…huh? Where did that come from?" Blushing a little, Gohan closed his eyes and felt the energies around him. His mother was somewhere around the ticket area with Krillin, Eighteen, their daughter Marron, and Bulma. Yamcha seemed to be checking out some of the 'World's Fair Booths', as Krillin had put it, and Goten and Trunks were in the registration area for the Junior Competition. But Gohan wasn't looking for them.
"Hmm…seems Videl came with her father. I know she doesn't have a lot of patience for the cameras. I thought she might come a different way to avoid the…press… guess I was wrong…" Gohan sensed Videl's energy moving quickly away from Mr. Satan's, towards the regerstration booth if he wasn't mistaken.
"Well, might as well go say 'hi'…" Ignoring the sudden butterflies in his stomach and gathering his courage, Gohan walked off towards where he felt her energy.
~0~
Videl waited for the plane to touch down, then immediately threw off her safety belt and bolted to the door. Her eagerness wasn't just because this was her first tournament in the Adult division, although it was a large part of it. She just wanted to get out and away before the press totally mobbed her and her father. He might live for that stuff, but she personally hated it. Fortunately for her, she was fast enough to get by with only a few questions from the hundreds of reporters that flocked to Mr. Satan's plane. Losing herself in the crowd, she started to move to the registration area, happy as she could be. One thing was bothering her. When she won this tournament, she wanted it to mean something. It bothered her when the mysterious 'Great Saiyaman' disappeared. She wanted to go up against the best, and it was clear that he was an awesome fighter. Whether or not his flying and strength were just tricks as her dad had claimed had yet to be proven in her book. All of that stuff he did seemed to be very real to her, and she was beginning to doubt.
"He disappeared because I was getting too close to finding out his identity. I heard him say it himself! Gohan, I will prove that you are not all that you seem to be…" Videl thought about all of the weird things about him: his ability to jump and throw like he did at that gym class baseball game, for example. No one should be able to jump like that, even with 'beginner's luck'. The fact that he got traveled over five hundred miles each day just to go to school. The fact that he seemed to disappear from class a lot, right after she would get a call from the police to help out, and Saiyaman would suddenly appear. The fact that he was stronger than he looked, even if he was a little skinny. His muscles were nice to look at, and the way he smiled so cute…
Videl shook her head, trying to clear that last thought from her mind. "Whoa there, girl, keep yourself together! You do not like him. We are just friends, schoolmates, nothing more…" Still, pictures of his cute smile seem to drift into her head. Videl had been doing this for a while, ever since she started to suspect him of having some secrets.
She looked up, registering where she was in the stadium.
Walking some more, she came to the registration table and began to fill out the forms. When she had finished, she gave the paper to the monk man who was working the table, and answered a few questions for him. As she was finishing, she noticed one of the workers putting up a list of names. Curious, Videl walked up to it and read it.
"This must be all those who have already registered. Must be for the crowds, or the reporters…" She noticed one of the monks coming up and putting her name on the board with the S's. Her curiosity getting to her, she began to read the rest of the list. She stopped when she read one name in particular. Her stomach seemed to quake with sudden anticipation. She also turned slightly pink at it.
"…Son Gohan…no way…"