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: I'm running out of ideas of what to put here.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW, THIS IS MY FIRST!
Tournament Troubles
Gohan continued his trek towards the stadium, looking to find his friends so he could tell them about this mysterious character that, for some reason, reminded him of Vegeta. However, he could sense Vegeta back at Capsule Corp, so it defiantly wasn't him, unless Vegeta has learned how to use split or multi form techniques, but that was doubtful. Who was this guy?
Gohan was thinking very hard, and he wasn't really watching were he was going. Looking up, he found he was right in the middle of a bunch of reporters gathered around Mr. Satan. He had a lot of bandages wrapped around his head, undoubtedly from the blow he received from Trunks. It looked like Mr. Satan was trying to explain how he was dressing up how his first opponent would look like after the fight. Remembering the look that Mr. Satan gave Gohan earlier when he was seen with Videl, Gohan turned to leave before he was spotted. He didn't want to cause a scene.
Luck was not on his side, however. "Hey, you! Kid! In the ugly orange and blue monstrosity!" Gohan kept walking. Mr. Satan's antics were not about to stop him, but Gohan's disinterest wasn't about to stop Mr. Satan. He followed Gohan away from the reporters and grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around. "I know you! What were you doing with my daughter?"
Gohan shook Mr. Satan's hand off his shoulder, and looked straight into Mr. Satan's eyes. 'At least the reporters aren't here…' "We're good friends, we go to school together. Is there a problem?"
"I don't like you for some reason. Stay away from my daughter, or I'll hunt you down! Videl isn't allowed to have a boyfriend that isn't stronger than me, and you are just skin and bones."
'Sure, whatever' (A/N I notice that the only things that ever get Gohan anger is when is friends are getting hurt or someone insults his father. Insults to him he just brushes off.) "We are just friends."
"Yeah right, don't lie to me, I can see right though you! Stay away from my daughter or else!" Mr. Satan kept glaring at the young half saiyan. 'He looks familiar…Ahh, no, it couldn't be him…I'm just paranoid, they don't come to the tournaments…'
"Listen, Mr. Satan, I've got thinks to do. Bye."
"Don't you dare turn your back on me!" Mr. Satan was yelling at a retreating back, and the reporters finally caught up with him and surrounded Mr. Satan, preventing him from following and pestering Gohan some more.
'Well, I guess there is one good reason for reporters…' Gohan continued on his way to his friends.
He was about half way to his goal when the loudspeaker crackled to life. "Would fighters with the numbers 24, 46, 63, 64, 74, 76, 82, 89, 101, 103, 111, 127, 145, 167, and 177, as well Mr. Satan, please come to the waiting area, and bring your number ticket with you. I repeat…" Gohan sighed. It looks like talking to his friends about that weird guy was going to have to wait. Picturing the map of the stadium area, realizing the place he had to be was right over the wall next. A light jump and a few surprised faces on each side of the wall, and Gohan was where he was supposed to be.
Gohan spotted Videl just now entering the waiting area. She had her arms folded and her head down, looking like she was deep in thought. Gohan walked up to her. She didn't seem to notice him. "Hey, Videl. Did you get done with what you had to do?"
Videl started quickly, looking up at Gohan, then turned away suddenly. "Um, no, I, um, no, I didn't…"
"Can I help with it somehow?"
Videl continued to stare at the ground, a strange expression on her face. "Um, no, not…really…" She looked up at him, for the first time meeting his eyes. "But thanks for asking…"
Gohan smiled at her. He took the opportunity to look around. He first noticed one man that looked like he was some type of Indian. He wore a simple robe, and it looked like he was in a deep meditation. Another fighter was dressed rather funny looking. He wore a strange white gi with a unusual cape and hood. He was stumbling around, like he was having trouble walking right. There was a African boxer, a man that looked a lot like Sharpener, another guy with blonde hair and a blue overcoat with a blue ribbon tied around his left arm. 'Most of these guys look like they won't be much of a challenge.' Then Gohan saw that weird fighter. 'But he sends chills down my spine.' Gohan caught the fighter looking right at him, an angry, almost loathing look on his face. 'I wonder what's making him so angry?'
Then next fighter he experienced wasn't with his eyes, but his nose.
Gohan had to suddenly hold his sensitive saiyan nose against a sudden and very offensive odor. Also, there was a sudden increase in the number of flies in the room. "Oh, man, what is that?"
Videl was pinching her nose tightly, but by the look on her face said that it wasn't enough to block out the smell. "Aw, man, not him…" She looked behind her towards the waiting area entrance. Gohan looked back there as well, seeing a rather large and dirty man walking into the waiting area. Most fighters scrambled to get out of his way. As he walked past the two, the odor became worse and more concentrated, then lessen as he walked away.
Gohan was trying with all of his might to keep the smell out of his sensitive nose. "Aw, man, who's the stink bucket?"
Videl looked disgusted. "That's Bacterian. He's got Herculean strength, but that comes second to his offensive odor. They say he's never taken a bath since the day he was born. His opponents have to fight with one hand because the other has to use the other one to hold their noses. He takes advantage of this to win."
"That's a dirty trick…I think I'm going to pass out!"
The announcer came up to the front, with a layout of the tournament grid and a table with a box on it. Two workers stood on each side of the box. "Alright it looks like everyone who is supposed to be here is here and now." He turned towards one of the workers and whispered something to him. Gohan then noticed that Mr. Satan wasn't there. "All right, would all of you please gather up front?"
All of the fighters complied, but when Bacterian came up, everyone scattered like the wind trying to get away from him. The announcer, through a handkerchief, said, "On second thought, mister, why don't you stay in the back?"
When the chaos died down, the announcer continued. "Ok, people, this is how it works. I will call your name and you will come up here to draw a ball. The balls you choose will determine your opponent in the match. Alright, Mr. Killa?"
"Yeah!" The African fighter came up and stuck his hand in the box, and drew a ball with the number ten on it. He threw it to the announcer. "Tenimye Headsupa Ten."
"Thanks. Number ten goes to Killa." One of the workers wrote Mr. Killa in the number ten bracket, while the other repeated the number and name into a walkie talkie. "Next is…" The process continued like this with many of the fighters. Finally, the announcer called Videl's name. "Videl , please come up."
"Yes!" Videl had an air of confidence as she came up to the drawing box. She drew a ball with the number thirteen. She mumbled something about unlucky numbers as the monk wrote her name on the board. She turned towards the announcer. "Hey, do you know where my dad is?"
"Uh, Mr. Satan is a little 'incapacitated' at this time…" Gohan smiled. Knowing Mr. Satan, he was probably sleeping or nursing the wound Trunks gave him earlier. "Alright, would Mighty Mask please come up?" A moment passed, and no one came up. "Hello? Mighty Mask?" The announcer made a quick count of the people present. "…fifteen, sixteen…we're not missing anyone…"
A fat man named Pintar, if Gohan recalled correctly, walked up to the strangely dressed man in the cape. "Hey, you are Mighty Mask, right? Why don't you come up? You chicken?"
The caped man looked up at Pintar. "I'm Mighty Mask? Oh, um, YES! I am Mighty Mask!" Mighty Mask walked up to the box. "I'm ready to make my draw now!" He reached in with his tiny arm to draw a number nine. Gohan thought his voice sounded very funny, and oddly familiar…
"Alright, next we have…um…" The announcer consulted with the two other workers, but they both just shrugged their shoulders. "The person who did not write his or her name in English please come up?" The strange fighter came up to the box and looked at the clipboard.
"You can't read that? It's common galactic language." Everyone sweat dropped, except Gohan. The fighter's voice was deep, ominous, evil. The fighter looked annoyed at the announcer, then shook his head in disgust. "That says 'Omega'. My name is Omega." He reached in the box to draw a number fifteen. 'So his name is Omega…I doubt that is his real name…'
The announcer stared at Omega for a while, then shook his head. "Alright, seeing as Mr. Satan will be taking some relaxation time in between bouts I will go ahead and draw for him…and our champion is number fourteen!"
Gohan heard a sharp gasp beside him. Looking at Videl, he was shocked to see her face very ashen and her eyes bugging out. "Hey Videl, what's wrong?"
"I…I…I have to fight…my dad…I'm doomed…"
"Don't be so afraid. You did score higher than he did on the punching machine…"
Videl shook her head, then hung her head. "That must have been a fluke, since you got over seven hundred right after me, and then over two hundred afterwards." Gohan tried not to be too insulted by that. "There's no way I can beat him…"
"If you keep up that doubtful thinking, then you've lost before you've even begun! You can't expect to win with an attitude like that!" Videl looked up at Gohan, then back down at the floor.
"…Alright then…would Bacterian please come up?" Everyone backed away as the walking dumpster came up to draw his number, and returned after he left. The next two fighters came up without much of a scene.
"Gohan! You're next!" Gohan walked up to the box, conscious of Videl watchful gaze.
"Let's see here…looks like I'm number three." He gave the ball to the announcer and looked back at Videl. He stopped when he saw the expression on her face. She looked deathly afraid of something. In fact, all the fighters save Bacterian and Omega had the exact same look on their faces.
Videl spoke up. "G..G..Gohan…You're fighting…fighting…"
Gohan looked back at the board. Number four was…Bacterian!?! "Aw man…"
~0~0~
Responses to Reviews:
To most of them - No, like I have just said in the fic, this guy is not Vegeta. However, much of his personality is based on Vegeta's. Omega's character will be based upon a lot of different personalities, all of them not very nice. You probably won't find out his full story of a few chapters, but I plan to drop some hints every now and then.
To Naso – The Krillen short man jokes are going to be a running gag throughout the fic. I put them in as I can, but Krillen hasn't shown himself since the Junior competition if I am not mistaken. He'll reappear soon, though.
To JessIchi – I did not say this in the fic, but Vegeta does not even know that Gohan is in the tournament. I agree that he would enter if he knew Gohan was in it. In fact, that gives me a story idea…
PLEASE CONTINUE THE REVIEWS
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: I'm running out of ideas of what to put here.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW, THIS IS MY FIRST!
Tournament Troubles
Gohan continued his trek towards the stadium, looking to find his friends so he could tell them about this mysterious character that, for some reason, reminded him of Vegeta. However, he could sense Vegeta back at Capsule Corp, so it defiantly wasn't him, unless Vegeta has learned how to use split or multi form techniques, but that was doubtful. Who was this guy?
Gohan was thinking very hard, and he wasn't really watching were he was going. Looking up, he found he was right in the middle of a bunch of reporters gathered around Mr. Satan. He had a lot of bandages wrapped around his head, undoubtedly from the blow he received from Trunks. It looked like Mr. Satan was trying to explain how he was dressing up how his first opponent would look like after the fight. Remembering the look that Mr. Satan gave Gohan earlier when he was seen with Videl, Gohan turned to leave before he was spotted. He didn't want to cause a scene.
Luck was not on his side, however. "Hey, you! Kid! In the ugly orange and blue monstrosity!" Gohan kept walking. Mr. Satan's antics were not about to stop him, but Gohan's disinterest wasn't about to stop Mr. Satan. He followed Gohan away from the reporters and grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around. "I know you! What were you doing with my daughter?"
Gohan shook Mr. Satan's hand off his shoulder, and looked straight into Mr. Satan's eyes. 'At least the reporters aren't here…' "We're good friends, we go to school together. Is there a problem?"
"I don't like you for some reason. Stay away from my daughter, or I'll hunt you down! Videl isn't allowed to have a boyfriend that isn't stronger than me, and you are just skin and bones."
'Sure, whatever' (A/N I notice that the only things that ever get Gohan anger is when is friends are getting hurt or someone insults his father. Insults to him he just brushes off.) "We are just friends."
"Yeah right, don't lie to me, I can see right though you! Stay away from my daughter or else!" Mr. Satan kept glaring at the young half saiyan. 'He looks familiar…Ahh, no, it couldn't be him…I'm just paranoid, they don't come to the tournaments…'
"Listen, Mr. Satan, I've got thinks to do. Bye."
"Don't you dare turn your back on me!" Mr. Satan was yelling at a retreating back, and the reporters finally caught up with him and surrounded Mr. Satan, preventing him from following and pestering Gohan some more.
'Well, I guess there is one good reason for reporters…' Gohan continued on his way to his friends.
He was about half way to his goal when the loudspeaker crackled to life. "Would fighters with the numbers 24, 46, 63, 64, 74, 76, 82, 89, 101, 103, 111, 127, 145, 167, and 177, as well Mr. Satan, please come to the waiting area, and bring your number ticket with you. I repeat…" Gohan sighed. It looks like talking to his friends about that weird guy was going to have to wait. Picturing the map of the stadium area, realizing the place he had to be was right over the wall next. A light jump and a few surprised faces on each side of the wall, and Gohan was where he was supposed to be.
Gohan spotted Videl just now entering the waiting area. She had her arms folded and her head down, looking like she was deep in thought. Gohan walked up to her. She didn't seem to notice him. "Hey, Videl. Did you get done with what you had to do?"
Videl started quickly, looking up at Gohan, then turned away suddenly. "Um, no, I, um, no, I didn't…"
"Can I help with it somehow?"
Videl continued to stare at the ground, a strange expression on her face. "Um, no, not…really…" She looked up at him, for the first time meeting his eyes. "But thanks for asking…"
Gohan smiled at her. He took the opportunity to look around. He first noticed one man that looked like he was some type of Indian. He wore a simple robe, and it looked like he was in a deep meditation. Another fighter was dressed rather funny looking. He wore a strange white gi with a unusual cape and hood. He was stumbling around, like he was having trouble walking right. There was a African boxer, a man that looked a lot like Sharpener, another guy with blonde hair and a blue overcoat with a blue ribbon tied around his left arm. 'Most of these guys look like they won't be much of a challenge.' Then Gohan saw that weird fighter. 'But he sends chills down my spine.' Gohan caught the fighter looking right at him, an angry, almost loathing look on his face. 'I wonder what's making him so angry?'
Then next fighter he experienced wasn't with his eyes, but his nose.
Gohan had to suddenly hold his sensitive saiyan nose against a sudden and very offensive odor. Also, there was a sudden increase in the number of flies in the room. "Oh, man, what is that?"
Videl was pinching her nose tightly, but by the look on her face said that it wasn't enough to block out the smell. "Aw, man, not him…" She looked behind her towards the waiting area entrance. Gohan looked back there as well, seeing a rather large and dirty man walking into the waiting area. Most fighters scrambled to get out of his way. As he walked past the two, the odor became worse and more concentrated, then lessen as he walked away.
Gohan was trying with all of his might to keep the smell out of his sensitive nose. "Aw, man, who's the stink bucket?"
Videl looked disgusted. "That's Bacterian. He's got Herculean strength, but that comes second to his offensive odor. They say he's never taken a bath since the day he was born. His opponents have to fight with one hand because the other has to use the other one to hold their noses. He takes advantage of this to win."
"That's a dirty trick…I think I'm going to pass out!"
The announcer came up to the front, with a layout of the tournament grid and a table with a box on it. Two workers stood on each side of the box. "Alright it looks like everyone who is supposed to be here is here and now." He turned towards one of the workers and whispered something to him. Gohan then noticed that Mr. Satan wasn't there. "All right, would all of you please gather up front?"
All of the fighters complied, but when Bacterian came up, everyone scattered like the wind trying to get away from him. The announcer, through a handkerchief, said, "On second thought, mister, why don't you stay in the back?"
When the chaos died down, the announcer continued. "Ok, people, this is how it works. I will call your name and you will come up here to draw a ball. The balls you choose will determine your opponent in the match. Alright, Mr. Killa?"
"Yeah!" The African fighter came up and stuck his hand in the box, and drew a ball with the number ten on it. He threw it to the announcer. "Tenimye Headsupa Ten."
"Thanks. Number ten goes to Killa." One of the workers wrote Mr. Killa in the number ten bracket, while the other repeated the number and name into a walkie talkie. "Next is…" The process continued like this with many of the fighters. Finally, the announcer called Videl's name. "Videl , please come up."
"Yes!" Videl had an air of confidence as she came up to the drawing box. She drew a ball with the number thirteen. She mumbled something about unlucky numbers as the monk wrote her name on the board. She turned towards the announcer. "Hey, do you know where my dad is?"
"Uh, Mr. Satan is a little 'incapacitated' at this time…" Gohan smiled. Knowing Mr. Satan, he was probably sleeping or nursing the wound Trunks gave him earlier. "Alright, would Mighty Mask please come up?" A moment passed, and no one came up. "Hello? Mighty Mask?" The announcer made a quick count of the people present. "…fifteen, sixteen…we're not missing anyone…"
A fat man named Pintar, if Gohan recalled correctly, walked up to the strangely dressed man in the cape. "Hey, you are Mighty Mask, right? Why don't you come up? You chicken?"
The caped man looked up at Pintar. "I'm Mighty Mask? Oh, um, YES! I am Mighty Mask!" Mighty Mask walked up to the box. "I'm ready to make my draw now!" He reached in with his tiny arm to draw a number nine. Gohan thought his voice sounded very funny, and oddly familiar…
"Alright, next we have…um…" The announcer consulted with the two other workers, but they both just shrugged their shoulders. "The person who did not write his or her name in English please come up?" The strange fighter came up to the box and looked at the clipboard.
"You can't read that? It's common galactic language." Everyone sweat dropped, except Gohan. The fighter's voice was deep, ominous, evil. The fighter looked annoyed at the announcer, then shook his head in disgust. "That says 'Omega'. My name is Omega." He reached in the box to draw a number fifteen. 'So his name is Omega…I doubt that is his real name…'
The announcer stared at Omega for a while, then shook his head. "Alright, seeing as Mr. Satan will be taking some relaxation time in between bouts I will go ahead and draw for him…and our champion is number fourteen!"
Gohan heard a sharp gasp beside him. Looking at Videl, he was shocked to see her face very ashen and her eyes bugging out. "Hey Videl, what's wrong?"
"I…I…I have to fight…my dad…I'm doomed…"
"Don't be so afraid. You did score higher than he did on the punching machine…"
Videl shook her head, then hung her head. "That must have been a fluke, since you got over seven hundred right after me, and then over two hundred afterwards." Gohan tried not to be too insulted by that. "There's no way I can beat him…"
"If you keep up that doubtful thinking, then you've lost before you've even begun! You can't expect to win with an attitude like that!" Videl looked up at Gohan, then back down at the floor.
"…Alright then…would Bacterian please come up?" Everyone backed away as the walking dumpster came up to draw his number, and returned after he left. The next two fighters came up without much of a scene.
"Gohan! You're next!" Gohan walked up to the box, conscious of Videl watchful gaze.
"Let's see here…looks like I'm number three." He gave the ball to the announcer and looked back at Videl. He stopped when he saw the expression on her face. She looked deathly afraid of something. In fact, all the fighters save Bacterian and Omega had the exact same look on their faces.
Videl spoke up. "G..G..Gohan…You're fighting…fighting…"
Gohan looked back at the board. Number four was…Bacterian!?! "Aw man…"
~0~0~
Responses to Reviews:
To most of them - No, like I have just said in the fic, this guy is not Vegeta. However, much of his personality is based on Vegeta's. Omega's character will be based upon a lot of different personalities, all of them not very nice. You probably won't find out his full story of a few chapters, but I plan to drop some hints every now and then.
To Naso – The Krillen short man jokes are going to be a running gag throughout the fic. I put them in as I can, but Krillen hasn't shown himself since the Junior competition if I am not mistaken. He'll reappear soon, though.
To JessIchi – I did not say this in the fic, but Vegeta does not even know that Gohan is in the tournament. I agree that he would enter if he knew Gohan was in it. In fact, that gives me a story idea…
PLEASE CONTINUE THE REVIEWS