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 disappear. It's explained earlier in the fic.
Thanks for the reviews, but keep them coming. I also corrected some minor errors in the previous chapters. Just grammar and spelling, or added a line or two.
Disclaimer: Had I owned any of this, I would not have been writing this. Tu'sha?
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW, THIS IS MY FIRST!
Tournament Troubles
Once the World Tournament was over, Videl was going to apply for an Academy award. She was putting up quite the act so that Gohan would not suspect she was figuring out his secrets. The junior division championship all but proved to her that Goten, at least, had powers and abilities like Saiyaman's. Like brother, like son, or something close to it. She knew that Goten wasn't Saiyaman, he was way too small – Saiyaman was a tall person, and kind of skinny. Goten was a small yet powerful child. The cogs in her head were turning faster every passing minute.
But that was on the inside. Outside, she followed behind Gohan, not even giving him her usual glare. She also hated to admit it, but she kinda liked hanging out with Gohan. Of course, she would not admit it to anyone, especially to herself. Had Gohan been a normal witted person, he would have been worried about this change of behavior in Videl. However, Gohan was incredibly naïve, which Videl took into account. They made it to the fighter's area in under a few minutes, not having to push through a crowd because they were all gathered at the other end of the stadium area due to the fact that Mr. Satan was giving out autographs there. They were stopped outside of the fighter's area by one of the workers.
"Whoa! Hold on! The general public is not allowed in here. This is for the fighters only."
Gohan spoke up. "But, we are fighters…" Videl cleared her throat.
"Oh, Ms. Videl, I didn't see you back there! Please, go right ahead! You can use a sonna, take a whirlpool bath, get a massage, or enjoy our buffet style lunch. Make yourselves at home." Gohan started to drool at the mention of lunch.
Videl smiled and nodded. "Thanks." She lead Gohan under the enterance arch and proceeded though into the resort area. She looked up to Gohan. "So, what do you wa…"
She was interrupted by the growling of Gohan's stomach. "I guess that answered that question." Gohan grinned and scratched the back of his head. Videl shook her head. She knew that Gohan had an appetite – she had seen Gohan eat lunch at school. They headed for the eating area only to be greatly surprised.
Waiters were busting over to get food to one table. The mounds of food were pilled so high they couldn't see the person sitting at the table. Videl walked around but couldn't find an empty table, but Gohan came right up to the loaded table. "Hey, Krillin."
Videl walked around to find Krillin sitting at the table. Krillin looked over to Gohan. "Hey guys. Enjoy your private walk? Haha!" Krillin fell off the chair laughing at Gohan's embarrassed look. "Hey, I ordered for you already to give the cooks a decent head start. Oh, wait!" Gohan stopped half way between his first bite. Krillin pulled out a cell phone. "…Bulma? Yeah, he's here…You're good to go? Alright. See you later." He hung up and nodded to Gohan, who started to plow in.
"Hey, Krillin? You're not a fighter, so how did you get in here?" Videl looked down to Krillin with a questioning stare. Krillin looked over to Gohan, and every time he finished a plate Krillin made a tally mark on a scrap of paper he had. But he answered Videl.
"They mistook me for a fighter in the junior division, so they let me in here. Don't worry about it. Just watch the spectacle."
"Spectacle?" We looked over at Gohan. He was shoveling in food at a rate that couldn't be human. She, once again, was shocked into silence. Gohan was eating faster than the workers could bring the food out. It was an endless train of monks bringing out food and bring back empty bowls, a dozen at a time. Occasionally he would say he was out of something, and the cooks would labor hard to get whatever he was out of quickly. By the time they would get out his pasta, he would need some egg rolls. Curiously, she began to count the number of meals he eat. Half an hour later, it looked like he finally finished.
Krillin consulted his tally sheet. "…Wow…he's…eaten…68…full course…meals…"
"…Really?…I…lost track…around 50…"
"These saiyans are like bottomless pits, I swear…" Somewhere in the back of her mind, Videl wondered what a saiyan was, but most of her brain was stunned in shock at Gohan.
Gohan looked up at the waiters. "Could I have some more?" Everyone in the restaurant fell down off his or her chairs. Gohan laughed. "Yeah, I guess I should save some room for dessert." Everyone fell down again. Videl was speechless. 'Save some room!?! He's eaten more than his own body weight in food! Where is he putting it all? A black hole in his stomach?'
Gohan stood up. "Hey guys, we better get going. The qualifying round will occur in just a little while. We don't want to be late. You coming Krillin?"
Krillin shook his head. "No, I have to meet this the others to show them this tally sheet. They must be anxious to see who won the bet."
"You were betting on me?"
"Yep, how many meals you would eat. I put down twenty zeni on between forty and fifty, but it seems you didn't have a late breakfast like I thought." Gohan gave his Son grin and scratched the back of his head. Gohan and Videl walked off towards the side area of the stadium where the qualifying round would take place while Krillin headed off for the stands.
"Hey, Videl?"
"Um, yes Gohan?"
"Do you know what they are doing for the qualification round this year?"
Videl shook her head. "No, not a clue. I know that my dad had a hand in it though."
They made it to the entrance but before they could enter, a hand reached out a grabbed Videl's arm. "Videl, I've been looking all over for you!" She turned towards her attacker. Or rather, both of them.
"Hi, Dad!…Sharpener…" Videl smiled at her father, but glared at Sharpener. They both looked at Gohan.
Mr. Satan spoke up first. "So, what's you name, boy? Why are you with my daughter?"
Sharpener looked Gohan over. "…you look familiar to me. Who are you?"
Gohan had his naïve look on. Videl shook her head and glared at Sharpener. "Sharpener, put your eyes in. This is Gohan. He goes to our school, remember?"
Sharpener looked at Videl. "Bookworm? Yeah right. Spare me. He won't make it past the qualifying round. He can't fight."
Videl smiled wickedly at Sharpener. "Really? Did I hear jealousy in your voice, Sharpener?"
Mr. Satan looked over Gohan's gi. "Where did you get the idea to wear that?"
Gohan smiled at Mr. Satan. "It's family tradition. My father wore a uniform very similar to this all the time."
Mr. Satan little mind tried to work, but it was rusty from not having to do much. That uniform looked very familiar for some reason… "Where is you're master's emblem? You don't have one. That's pretty disrespectful to your teacher."
Gohan nodded. "Yeah, but my father nor I have enough room for all of them, with the Turtle, Master, Demon, etc. emblems. So, we decided to leave them off. It's no big deal."
Mr. Satan didn't like this guy. He was too weird.
"Would all contestants for the World Martial Arts Tournament please report to the warm-up pavilion. Preliminaries will begin with or without you."
Videl grabbed Gohan's hand and tore him away from her father. "We had better hurry, Gohan. See you later, Sharpener!"
Mr. Satan and Sharpener just looked at them. Sharpener punched the wall. "I'll find you out, Gohan. Nobody steals my girl!" Then he whimpered as he nursed his hurt hand.
Videl and Gohan entered the warm-up area without going thought the lockers because they didn't need to use them. They were already wearing what they were going to fight in. They entered the area to find over a hundred fighters practicing, stretching, napping, or meditating.
"Wow…are all of these people competing?"
Videl looked up at Gohan. "Yeah, I guess…" She was interrupted by the announcer running up to them.
"Is...That…Yeah, hey, is that you, Goku? You certainly have changed, wow!" The blonde, balding announcer who always refereed the World Martial Arts looked ecstatic.
Gohan shook his head. "Sorry, I'm not Goku."
"You're not? Oh, sorry, I mistook you and your uniform for someone else."
Gohan smiled. "You were pretty close, though. I'm his son, Gohan."
The announcer brightened up at his words. "Next generation, huh? Wow, I was beginning to think I would never see anyone like you guys again. Turtle trained masters haven't come out to compete in ages! But then I see those two young ones in the ring! The runner up was also a son of Goku, wasn't he?" Gohan nodded. "That's what I thought. He looked just like Goku when he was a boy! Listen, I can't tell you how glad I am that you're here. Without someone like you, these last few tournaments have been nothing but capital B boring. Huh? Ah, Videl, I didn't see you there!" Videl privately wondered why everyone was seeing Gohan first and her second. "Even better! If you are hanging out with Goku's son, you must be pretty strong yourself! I remember you from the junior competition five years ago. So, Gohan, right? Think you can get through the fights without blowing up the ring this time?"
Gohan had his naïve look again. "I'll…try…"
"And that's exactly the attitude this tournament has been lacking! Hey, with all the things I saw your dad do, it would be dumb to doubt you, am I right? Well, I've got business to take care of, but good luck to all of you! I'm expecting a super show! See you at ring side!"
Gohan gave the announcer the victory sign when the master of the sign walked in though the pavilion back entrance. "Yeah, line up if you want an autograph from the greatest fighter ever, because I'm not charging for the first fifty! Yeah, Haha, Yeah!" The fighters in the pavilion started to chant "Mr. Satan, Mr. Satan, Mr. Satan…" Videl shook her head at them. Her father didn't need his ego stroked any more than it already was.
"Attention, please! The prelims for the World Martial Arts tournament will now begin. One hundred and ninety four people have entered the adult tournament; unfortunately there are only sixteen spots. And by the rules, the defending world champion Mr. Satan is automatically qualified. If you do the math that leaves fifteen spots. To ensure fairness we will select the finalists by way of punching strength. The fifteen people with the highest scores on the machine will be given the fifteen spots."
Videl thought out loud, "Punch machine? Well, that's a new one…" She watched as five workers brought out a huge machine that was covered by a red rubber stopper on one end and had a number screen at the top.
"Now, to test out the new punching machine and give us a score to go by, we ask the defending world champion to make the first hit. Mr. Satan, would you come on out, please!?" Mr. Satan walked out of the pavilion exit in his superman pose.
Mr. Satan took off his cape and champion belt and lifted the belt up high in the air. "Hey, does anybody here want this?" The fighters cat called and cheered at him. "Yeah! Haha! Yeah!" Videl privately wondered which was worse – her father or his fans. Mr. Satan strolled up to the punching machine. "I'm sure you want a picture of this! Yeah!" Mr. Satan flexed and twisted himself into a variety of poses for the cameras. It only lasted a moment before all the clicking from the cameras stopped. It took Mr. Satan a moment to notice it. "Huh? Why did you stop?"
One of the reporters meekly walked up to him. "Um, sir? Most of us used up our film getting pictures of you in your dressing room, getting ready…" Mr. Satan looked stupefied for a moment, then fell over anime style. Videl sweat dropped.
He eventually picked himself up and said, "Oh, well. I'll give them something." He stepped up to the machine, drawing back for a punch. He started to make noises, pretending to gather energy. Then, he lunged forward, yelling "Satan punch!" The score was 137. The crowd yelled and applauded. Mr. Satan stood there, panting for breath.
"Incredible! Mr. Satan has just scored one hundred and thirty seven points!" The crowd cheered even louder.
As he retreated back towards the exit, Mr. Satan turned towards the crowd to say, "Good luck to all you fighters! And I hope that one of you can at least break one hundred so we can have a decent match!" Videl watched him scan the crowd, and when his eyes fell upon Gohan, his face turned into a nasty scowl.
"All entries please form a line behind the punching machine after you've been assigned a number." Videl come up to get their numbers. They were both in the sixties. Then they heard the worker call up for number six. They both let out a sigh. The pavilion was only large enough for a line of thirty people, so they walked around to the side so they could watch people on the punching machine. Most of the fighters scored between seventy and eighty, although there was the occasional number near one hundred. A few even made it to one hundred and ten, but still not even close to Mr. Satan's one hundred and thirty seven. Videl glanced over to Gohan to find that he was asleep. Finally, the worker announced for sixty three and sixty four to come up. Videl shook Gohan awake and lead him over to the machine. Up first, Videl gave the machine her all.
"Unbelievable! Videl Satan has just scored one hundred and fifty two points!" The crowd was speechless. Videl was rather surprised herself as she walked up beside Gohan.
"Not bad, Videl!"
Videl looked up at him, glaring. "Oh, and you can do better?"
"Alright, sixty four, you're up!" Gohan came up to the machine. Videl heard some of the fighters say things like "That kid's puny! I bet he scores a thirteen!" Gohan gave it a light tap, although Videl didn't realize he was barely hitting the machine. The score came up for Gohan.
"…Seven…hundred…and…seventy…four!?!"
~0~
Gohan was busy pushing his energy way down as he approached the machine. He didn't want to hit it too hard, but he need to qualify as well. He came up to the machine and gave it a light tap. Unfortunately, it wasn't light enough. Looking at Videl, he saw she was staring at him. No surprise, really. The worker came up to him. "Sorry, it seems to be out of order. Sorry about that…" Some of the workers came up to check out the machine. "All right, would you care to try it again?" Gohan made sure that he only tapped the machine, as light as he could. The score was two hundred and ten, a lot better than what he did previously. Gohan walked back towards Videl, who was staring at him with an open jaw, along with the rest of the fighters and workers there. Finally, the worker called up sixty-five to have his turn at the machine.
Then Gohan noticed him. The man he bumped into before the junior division. His hair and scowl were unmistakable. The man looked right at Gohan, but not with surprise or astonishment. It almost looked like…amusement? Gohan shook his head. He heard seventy-four called, and the man walked forward to the machine. Curious, Gohan watched him. The man casually punched the machine, but the punch caused the machine to fly backwards, disintegrating into junk before smashing though the wall and out of the pavilion. The man ignored the stares of all the people. He just folded his arms and smirked, walking off towards the exit as people scrambled to get out of his way.
Thanks for the reviews, but keep them coming. I also corrected some minor errors in the previous chapters. Just grammar and spelling, or added a line or two.
Disclaimer: Had I owned any of this, I would not have been writing this. Tu'sha?
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW, THIS IS MY FIRST!
Tournament Troubles
Once the World Tournament was over, Videl was going to apply for an Academy award. She was putting up quite the act so that Gohan would not suspect she was figuring out his secrets. The junior division championship all but proved to her that Goten, at least, had powers and abilities like Saiyaman's. Like brother, like son, or something close to it. She knew that Goten wasn't Saiyaman, he was way too small – Saiyaman was a tall person, and kind of skinny. Goten was a small yet powerful child. The cogs in her head were turning faster every passing minute.
But that was on the inside. Outside, she followed behind Gohan, not even giving him her usual glare. She also hated to admit it, but she kinda liked hanging out with Gohan. Of course, she would not admit it to anyone, especially to herself. Had Gohan been a normal witted person, he would have been worried about this change of behavior in Videl. However, Gohan was incredibly naïve, which Videl took into account. They made it to the fighter's area in under a few minutes, not having to push through a crowd because they were all gathered at the other end of the stadium area due to the fact that Mr. Satan was giving out autographs there. They were stopped outside of the fighter's area by one of the workers.
"Whoa! Hold on! The general public is not allowed in here. This is for the fighters only."
Gohan spoke up. "But, we are fighters…" Videl cleared her throat.
"Oh, Ms. Videl, I didn't see you back there! Please, go right ahead! You can use a sonna, take a whirlpool bath, get a massage, or enjoy our buffet style lunch. Make yourselves at home." Gohan started to drool at the mention of lunch.
Videl smiled and nodded. "Thanks." She lead Gohan under the enterance arch and proceeded though into the resort area. She looked up to Gohan. "So, what do you wa…"
She was interrupted by the growling of Gohan's stomach. "I guess that answered that question." Gohan grinned and scratched the back of his head. Videl shook her head. She knew that Gohan had an appetite – she had seen Gohan eat lunch at school. They headed for the eating area only to be greatly surprised.
Waiters were busting over to get food to one table. The mounds of food were pilled so high they couldn't see the person sitting at the table. Videl walked around but couldn't find an empty table, but Gohan came right up to the loaded table. "Hey, Krillin."
Videl walked around to find Krillin sitting at the table. Krillin looked over to Gohan. "Hey guys. Enjoy your private walk? Haha!" Krillin fell off the chair laughing at Gohan's embarrassed look. "Hey, I ordered for you already to give the cooks a decent head start. Oh, wait!" Gohan stopped half way between his first bite. Krillin pulled out a cell phone. "…Bulma? Yeah, he's here…You're good to go? Alright. See you later." He hung up and nodded to Gohan, who started to plow in.
"Hey, Krillin? You're not a fighter, so how did you get in here?" Videl looked down to Krillin with a questioning stare. Krillin looked over to Gohan, and every time he finished a plate Krillin made a tally mark on a scrap of paper he had. But he answered Videl.
"They mistook me for a fighter in the junior division, so they let me in here. Don't worry about it. Just watch the spectacle."
"Spectacle?" We looked over at Gohan. He was shoveling in food at a rate that couldn't be human. She, once again, was shocked into silence. Gohan was eating faster than the workers could bring the food out. It was an endless train of monks bringing out food and bring back empty bowls, a dozen at a time. Occasionally he would say he was out of something, and the cooks would labor hard to get whatever he was out of quickly. By the time they would get out his pasta, he would need some egg rolls. Curiously, she began to count the number of meals he eat. Half an hour later, it looked like he finally finished.
Krillin consulted his tally sheet. "…Wow…he's…eaten…68…full course…meals…"
"…Really?…I…lost track…around 50…"
"These saiyans are like bottomless pits, I swear…" Somewhere in the back of her mind, Videl wondered what a saiyan was, but most of her brain was stunned in shock at Gohan.
Gohan looked up at the waiters. "Could I have some more?" Everyone in the restaurant fell down off his or her chairs. Gohan laughed. "Yeah, I guess I should save some room for dessert." Everyone fell down again. Videl was speechless. 'Save some room!?! He's eaten more than his own body weight in food! Where is he putting it all? A black hole in his stomach?'
Gohan stood up. "Hey guys, we better get going. The qualifying round will occur in just a little while. We don't want to be late. You coming Krillin?"
Krillin shook his head. "No, I have to meet this the others to show them this tally sheet. They must be anxious to see who won the bet."
"You were betting on me?"
"Yep, how many meals you would eat. I put down twenty zeni on between forty and fifty, but it seems you didn't have a late breakfast like I thought." Gohan gave his Son grin and scratched the back of his head. Gohan and Videl walked off towards the side area of the stadium where the qualifying round would take place while Krillin headed off for the stands.
"Hey, Videl?"
"Um, yes Gohan?"
"Do you know what they are doing for the qualification round this year?"
Videl shook her head. "No, not a clue. I know that my dad had a hand in it though."
They made it to the entrance but before they could enter, a hand reached out a grabbed Videl's arm. "Videl, I've been looking all over for you!" She turned towards her attacker. Or rather, both of them.
"Hi, Dad!…Sharpener…" Videl smiled at her father, but glared at Sharpener. They both looked at Gohan.
Mr. Satan spoke up first. "So, what's you name, boy? Why are you with my daughter?"
Sharpener looked Gohan over. "…you look familiar to me. Who are you?"
Gohan had his naïve look on. Videl shook her head and glared at Sharpener. "Sharpener, put your eyes in. This is Gohan. He goes to our school, remember?"
Sharpener looked at Videl. "Bookworm? Yeah right. Spare me. He won't make it past the qualifying round. He can't fight."
Videl smiled wickedly at Sharpener. "Really? Did I hear jealousy in your voice, Sharpener?"
Mr. Satan looked over Gohan's gi. "Where did you get the idea to wear that?"
Gohan smiled at Mr. Satan. "It's family tradition. My father wore a uniform very similar to this all the time."
Mr. Satan little mind tried to work, but it was rusty from not having to do much. That uniform looked very familiar for some reason… "Where is you're master's emblem? You don't have one. That's pretty disrespectful to your teacher."
Gohan nodded. "Yeah, but my father nor I have enough room for all of them, with the Turtle, Master, Demon, etc. emblems. So, we decided to leave them off. It's no big deal."
Mr. Satan didn't like this guy. He was too weird.
"Would all contestants for the World Martial Arts Tournament please report to the warm-up pavilion. Preliminaries will begin with or without you."
Videl grabbed Gohan's hand and tore him away from her father. "We had better hurry, Gohan. See you later, Sharpener!"
Mr. Satan and Sharpener just looked at them. Sharpener punched the wall. "I'll find you out, Gohan. Nobody steals my girl!" Then he whimpered as he nursed his hurt hand.
Videl and Gohan entered the warm-up area without going thought the lockers because they didn't need to use them. They were already wearing what they were going to fight in. They entered the area to find over a hundred fighters practicing, stretching, napping, or meditating.
"Wow…are all of these people competing?"
Videl looked up at Gohan. "Yeah, I guess…" She was interrupted by the announcer running up to them.
"Is...That…Yeah, hey, is that you, Goku? You certainly have changed, wow!" The blonde, balding announcer who always refereed the World Martial Arts looked ecstatic.
Gohan shook his head. "Sorry, I'm not Goku."
"You're not? Oh, sorry, I mistook you and your uniform for someone else."
Gohan smiled. "You were pretty close, though. I'm his son, Gohan."
The announcer brightened up at his words. "Next generation, huh? Wow, I was beginning to think I would never see anyone like you guys again. Turtle trained masters haven't come out to compete in ages! But then I see those two young ones in the ring! The runner up was also a son of Goku, wasn't he?" Gohan nodded. "That's what I thought. He looked just like Goku when he was a boy! Listen, I can't tell you how glad I am that you're here. Without someone like you, these last few tournaments have been nothing but capital B boring. Huh? Ah, Videl, I didn't see you there!" Videl privately wondered why everyone was seeing Gohan first and her second. "Even better! If you are hanging out with Goku's son, you must be pretty strong yourself! I remember you from the junior competition five years ago. So, Gohan, right? Think you can get through the fights without blowing up the ring this time?"
Gohan had his naïve look again. "I'll…try…"
"And that's exactly the attitude this tournament has been lacking! Hey, with all the things I saw your dad do, it would be dumb to doubt you, am I right? Well, I've got business to take care of, but good luck to all of you! I'm expecting a super show! See you at ring side!"
Gohan gave the announcer the victory sign when the master of the sign walked in though the pavilion back entrance. "Yeah, line up if you want an autograph from the greatest fighter ever, because I'm not charging for the first fifty! Yeah, Haha, Yeah!" The fighters in the pavilion started to chant "Mr. Satan, Mr. Satan, Mr. Satan…" Videl shook her head at them. Her father didn't need his ego stroked any more than it already was.
"Attention, please! The prelims for the World Martial Arts tournament will now begin. One hundred and ninety four people have entered the adult tournament; unfortunately there are only sixteen spots. And by the rules, the defending world champion Mr. Satan is automatically qualified. If you do the math that leaves fifteen spots. To ensure fairness we will select the finalists by way of punching strength. The fifteen people with the highest scores on the machine will be given the fifteen spots."
Videl thought out loud, "Punch machine? Well, that's a new one…" She watched as five workers brought out a huge machine that was covered by a red rubber stopper on one end and had a number screen at the top.
"Now, to test out the new punching machine and give us a score to go by, we ask the defending world champion to make the first hit. Mr. Satan, would you come on out, please!?" Mr. Satan walked out of the pavilion exit in his superman pose.
Mr. Satan took off his cape and champion belt and lifted the belt up high in the air. "Hey, does anybody here want this?" The fighters cat called and cheered at him. "Yeah! Haha! Yeah!" Videl privately wondered which was worse – her father or his fans. Mr. Satan strolled up to the punching machine. "I'm sure you want a picture of this! Yeah!" Mr. Satan flexed and twisted himself into a variety of poses for the cameras. It only lasted a moment before all the clicking from the cameras stopped. It took Mr. Satan a moment to notice it. "Huh? Why did you stop?"
One of the reporters meekly walked up to him. "Um, sir? Most of us used up our film getting pictures of you in your dressing room, getting ready…" Mr. Satan looked stupefied for a moment, then fell over anime style. Videl sweat dropped.
He eventually picked himself up and said, "Oh, well. I'll give them something." He stepped up to the machine, drawing back for a punch. He started to make noises, pretending to gather energy. Then, he lunged forward, yelling "Satan punch!" The score was 137. The crowd yelled and applauded. Mr. Satan stood there, panting for breath.
"Incredible! Mr. Satan has just scored one hundred and thirty seven points!" The crowd cheered even louder.
As he retreated back towards the exit, Mr. Satan turned towards the crowd to say, "Good luck to all you fighters! And I hope that one of you can at least break one hundred so we can have a decent match!" Videl watched him scan the crowd, and when his eyes fell upon Gohan, his face turned into a nasty scowl.
"All entries please form a line behind the punching machine after you've been assigned a number." Videl come up to get their numbers. They were both in the sixties. Then they heard the worker call up for number six. They both let out a sigh. The pavilion was only large enough for a line of thirty people, so they walked around to the side so they could watch people on the punching machine. Most of the fighters scored between seventy and eighty, although there was the occasional number near one hundred. A few even made it to one hundred and ten, but still not even close to Mr. Satan's one hundred and thirty seven. Videl glanced over to Gohan to find that he was asleep. Finally, the worker announced for sixty three and sixty four to come up. Videl shook Gohan awake and lead him over to the machine. Up first, Videl gave the machine her all.
"Unbelievable! Videl Satan has just scored one hundred and fifty two points!" The crowd was speechless. Videl was rather surprised herself as she walked up beside Gohan.
"Not bad, Videl!"
Videl looked up at him, glaring. "Oh, and you can do better?"
"Alright, sixty four, you're up!" Gohan came up to the machine. Videl heard some of the fighters say things like "That kid's puny! I bet he scores a thirteen!" Gohan gave it a light tap, although Videl didn't realize he was barely hitting the machine. The score came up for Gohan.
"…Seven…hundred…and…seventy…four!?!"
~0~
Gohan was busy pushing his energy way down as he approached the machine. He didn't want to hit it too hard, but he need to qualify as well. He came up to the machine and gave it a light tap. Unfortunately, it wasn't light enough. Looking at Videl, he saw she was staring at him. No surprise, really. The worker came up to him. "Sorry, it seems to be out of order. Sorry about that…" Some of the workers came up to check out the machine. "All right, would you care to try it again?" Gohan made sure that he only tapped the machine, as light as he could. The score was two hundred and ten, a lot better than what he did previously. Gohan walked back towards Videl, who was staring at him with an open jaw, along with the rest of the fighters and workers there. Finally, the worker called up sixty-five to have his turn at the machine.
Then Gohan noticed him. The man he bumped into before the junior division. His hair and scowl were unmistakable. The man looked right at Gohan, but not with surprise or astonishment. It almost looked like…amusement? Gohan shook his head. He heard seventy-four called, and the man walked forward to the machine. Curious, Gohan watched him. The man casually punched the machine, but the punch caused the machine to fly backwards, disintegrating into junk before smashing though the wall and out of the pavilion. The man ignored the stares of all the people. He just folded his arms and smirked, walking off towards the exit as people scrambled to get out of his way.