Hahahaha! During the mental strain of making up enough names for the bouts I forgot to put Tien in at the 16th spot. I will have to go back and fix that, but for now we'll pretend I did it right the first time and go on. Oops! Okay, on with the story!

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Kirillin stepped into the ring against Big Frank and looked across the ring at the big man. He was indeed huge. Not fat huge like Kuntar, but just one large mass of muscles. Kirillin gave him quick once over. This guy has really trained! His ki level was about the same as Kirillin's ki level when Vegeta first arrived on Earth. Not anything Kirillin need be afraid of,

but for a human it was huge! Big Frank walked to the center of the ring and waited for Kirillin to join him.

"May we fight with honor." The big man said and bowed low before Kirillin. Kirillin returned the bow and both combatants returned to their corners.

"My, that was different. Usually these big guys are big mouth gas bags." Kirillin thought to himself. Kirillin decided to cut the guy some slack and make a good fight out of it instead of smacking the guy out of the ring two seconds after the gong.

"Let the match begin!" The announcer finally exclaimed. And the gong sounded.

Big Frank was no fool, he had seen Kirillin turn into a gold fighter earlier, and seen the strength of the little man during his fight against whatever the hell those abominations were that attacked the stadium. If Big Frank had been a lesser man, he would have simply left the stadium and not looked back. But Frank had always been a stubborn child and grew up to be a stubborn man. He came here to fight, even if the fight was against a living legend, he was going to put all he had into it. Big Frank thought that he might have a chance if he struck fast, first, and hard.

Kirillin had just dropped into a defensive posture, and was in no big hurry about the match, when Big Frank was already in his face. Big Frank struck Kirillin with every ounce of force he could muster hoping to take the tiny titan out in one decisive move. "crack!" the sound of bone breaking was deafening.

Kirillin did not move a muscle.

Big Frank stood back realizing his attack had been a mistake. Big Frank bowed low to Kirillin.

"I relent." Big Frank said simply. And walked out of the arena.

Later Kirillin heard a monk talking about how Big Frank broke 23 bones in his hand, wrist, and arm during that one punch.

The announcer looked on with jaw dropped watching the big man leave the arena.

Ok then, can we have The Shoulin Warrior and Fighting Dame to the arena please!" The announcer finally said.

An interesting albeit short fight ensued. The Shoulin Warrior's fighting technique seemed flawless, and he seemed to have mastered the use of his ki to stay in the air for short periods of time. He couldn't actually fly it seemed, but he could float for a few seconds which seemed to disorientate Fighting Dame who was kicked out of the ring twenty seconds into the bout.

The Shoulin Warrior moved into the quarterfinals.

"Excellent! Good fight!" The announcer exclaimed into the mike.

The audience had finally started to relax and enjoy the matches again after the horrible events of that morning. They were cheering and jeering again.

"Will Crazy Legs MacDuffy and Tien please step into the ring!" The announcer exclaimed. Tien is a veteran of this tournament and has been the champion for the last two years straight!"

Tien obviously had a following in the audience by the sound of the applause and cheering.

"Crazy Legs MacDuffy is a returning contestant having been eliminated in the preliminary round two years ago.

Tien remembers this guy. He hails from Scotland by is an expert in the art of kickboxing. Very fast, and a serious competitor.

"Let the match begin!" The announcer exclaimed.

Tien decided to take the defensive to see if MacDuffy had improved at all since the last tournament. He had, quite a bit in fact. MacDuffy wasted no time in exploiting the openings that Tien was purposefully leaving. He actually made contact with several techniques. Tien was a bit taken aback by his competitor's speed and actually had to power up a bit to block everything.

"This guy is good! I think the overall caliber of competitors has gone way up since the first time I competed in the tournament. Saiyans notwithstanding of course." Tien thought to himself. "Now let's see how he handles being on the defensive."

Tien launched a flurry of punches and kicks at what Tien considered a fairly lazy speed. Of course, the average human, they could barely see what Tien was doing. Incredibly, MacDuffy managed to block or duck most of the techniques. At the end of Tien's attack, MacDuffy was going to have a nice shiner on his right eye, and his lip was dribbling some blood.

"I've ne'er seen any laddie move thot fast before!" MacDuffy said as he spit out some blood and smiled back at Tien. It was pretty obvious that MacDuffy had some loose teeth.

"I'm not even warmed up yet." Tien said as he disappeared and reappeared behind MacDuffy and booted him out of the arena.

"And there you have it folks! Tien will move to the quarterfinals, which brings the preliminary matches to a close! Stick around folks, the quarter final matches will start immediately!" The announcer exclaimed. "These promise to be exciting matches indeed! Will Bandit and Charlene please come to the arena!"

The matches for the quarterfinals were pretty dull. Bandit beat Charlene without even working up a sweat. Sir Crusher wailed on Mr. Marvel, there seemed to be some grudge between them and Sir Crusher had to be warned that he was in danger of violating Videl's rule before he threw Mr. Marvel out of the ring for the win. Kirillin got a pass-match due to Kuntar's inability to fight; Kirillin was automatically passed into the semi finals. And Tien defeated The Shoulin Warrior after showing him what real flying was all about. So, going into the semi finals, the tote board looked like this:

Preliminaries Quarter Finals Semi Finals

Jarhead

Bandit

Bandit

Bandit

Charlene

 Charlene

Grathor

Sir Crusher

Sir Crusher

Sir Crusher

Python Man

Lady Paine

Mr. Marvel

Mr. Marvel

Kuntar

 Kuntar (Too Ill To Continue)

Pure Poison

 Disqualified

Kirillin III

 Kirillin III

Kirillin III (Pass Bout)

Big Frank

Shoulin Warrior

 Shoulin Warrior

Fighting Dame

Crazy Legs MacDuffy

Tien

Tien

Tien

After a short break to give the fighters a chance to eat and refresh them selves, the semi finals began.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen! The semi finals are underway! Will Bandit and Sir Crusher please come to the arena!" The announcer asked. Bandit stood a good 6' 5" with short, blond and curly hair. He wasn't heavily muscled, but was obviously well toned. He wore purple boxing shorts, and a red tank top.

Sir Crusher stood a full head taller than Bandit, very heavily muscled, with a general body build that was very reminiscent of Nappa. He had long brownish red hair that flowed down his back and shoulders. Kirillin noticed that the man had more scars on his face and body than anyone he ever seen before..

"Man, that guy's been through some combat!" Kirillin thought.

Bandit noticed one other thing, the complete lack of emotion on Sir Crusher's face. "Man, I can't read this guy!" Bandit thought. Bandit also noticed that the guy looked like he'd been through a war zone.

"Hey Tien. I don't feel a bit of ki from Sir Crusher at all." Kirillin said.

"Yeah, no that you mention it, neither do I." Tien confirmed. "You think he's an android or something?"

"Could be, the lack of a ki, the lack of emotion on the face, it does add up to android, doesn't it?" Kirillin said.

"Yeah. We need to keep an eye on this match. Bandit's rash, but he's a good kid. I've been training him for a few years now." Tien said.

"I'm with you then." Kirillin said.

Back in the ring, the gong had just sounded and Sir Crusher was hot after Bandit.

"Man! Is he fast for such a big guy!" Bandit lamented. "Bastard almost got me with that last attack. "He's fast, but he's wild. He is throwing punches without any real sort of fighting technique. He's leaving plenty of openings."

Bandit decided to take the next opening offered to him and ducked under a round-house punch and threw a quick jab to the stomach and came back high with a hay-maker to the point of the big man's chin.

-tink- -TINK-

"Tink?!?!?!! Sounds like I'm punching metal!"

Bandit let his attention get distracted for a split second and it was all that the big guy needed to land an elbow to the side of Bandit's head. Bandit slid along the arena floor and almost fell off the edge. He caught himself just in time and flew up about 30 feet thinking himself safe from Sir Crusher. Sir Crusher looked up at him with that still unemotional face. If Bandit didn't know better, he would have said the guy was wearing a mask.

"Damned that hurt!" Bandit thought to himself. "Stupid! Pay attention to what is going on around you! Look at him. He's completely unfazed by my punches!"

Then to Bandit's surprise, Sir Crusher lifted off the arena floor and flew straight up at him.

"What?!?!? How is he doing that? I don't feel a single erg of ki!" Bandit thought while ducking Sir Crusher's attacks.

Bandit went on the offensive again, throwing dozens of punches and kicks that the big man had trouble blocking and dodging. Each time fist or foot would connect, that same metallic sound would ring out. At the end, Sir Crusher wasn't a bit damaged.

"I'm not hurting this guy like this. I'll power up a bit and see if I can win this thing." Bandit thought to himself and powered up considerably. As a white aura formed around Bandit, Sir Crusher was coming in for another attack. As he did, Bandit swung a roundhouse at the things cheek and connected solidly. Sir Crusher's head rang like a bell and he staggered back several feet. When the creature finally did regain its balance, it was apparent that Sir Crusher was indeed some sort of robot. The cheek was dented and broken and there was a couple of broken circuit boards and some wiring hanging from its face.

Never one to pass up an opportunity, Bandit press his attack by flying in and throwing a solid elbow strike to the creature's chest. Part of the chest cavity caved in and Bandit discovered some sort of chest plate. He grabbed it and pulled hard. The plate came loose with the sound of several shorting circuits, and the smell of ozone in the air. The creature stood back up and faced Bandit.

To Bandit's surprise, there was a small man sitting in the chest compartment controlling Sir Crusher.

"Pilaf!" Kirillin yelled.

The announcer appeared to be consulting an old monk/dog about the rules in such an event. The announcer came back and disqualified Sir Crusher on the grounds that the robot was not a naturally occurring part of Pilaf's body.

"No you can't do that! I need the prize money to take over the world!!" The little man screamed.

Bandit powered up a ki attack and blew Sir Crusher's legs off, then walked over and kicked Pilaf out of the arena, while he still occupied what was left of the robot.

"Nooooo!!! I'll get you for this kid!!" Pilaf threatened as he ran from the Stadium.

Bandit powered up another ki attack and vaporized the rest of Sir Crusher.

"Umm.... And in an amazing turn of events, Bandit will be one of our finalists!" The announcer exclaimed.

Bandit left the arena floor muttering about fake contestants and asshole little blue men spoiling his fight.

"Will Tien and Kirillin III please step into the arena!!" The announcer said excitedly. This was the fight he was waiting for all day! His grandfather told him about the original Kirillin many times from the days when he used to announce and referee the World's Martial Arts Tournaments, and he has seen Tien fight many times. If things went as he suspected they would, this would be the match of the day!

The announcer quickly introduced the fighters and went over their credentials.

"Let the match begin!!" The announcer said and the gong sounded.

Tien and Kirillin disappeared from sight travelling at speeds beyond the capability of the human eye to follow.

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Would someone PLEASE tell me what in the hell is going on here?

Gerald, Chi-Chi, Bulma, Videl, and 16 all turned their heads suddenly.

"Marron?" Bulma finally said.

"Yes it's me! A couple hours ago, I'm sitting in my office, minding my own business, creating a quiz I have to administer tomorrow and decide I'd take a break. So I flip on the television and guess what I saw?" Marron looked pissed.

"Um.. Day of our Lives?" Bulma offers.

"The $20,000.00 Pyramid?" Chi-Chi counters.

"The Nature Show on the Discovery Channel?" 16 offers.

"NO!! I see my DEAD father out there fighting some walking dead things in this tournament!" Marron is almost screaming. "Is he in some sort of disguise or something? I barely recognized him! And why is he calling himself Kirillin III??"

"You'd better sit down Marron. This is a long story." Chi-Chi tried to calm Marron down. "First, I know you and Videl know each other, but do you know Yambia, and Gerald over there? No? Ok, Yambia is another Saiyan that Vegeta and Gerald's son, Roger, found out in space. Roger and Yambia fell in love and bonded after Roger wished on the Dragon Balls to become a Saiyan and.."

"Wait!! Hold on!!! Look Chi-Chi, just start at the beginning would ya?" Marron had her hands on her head.

"Ok, well this all started when Vegeta decided that he wanted a warrior's death and decided to go wish for one with the Namekian Dragon Balls.........

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Tien and Kirillin were both a bit battered when they landed back on the arena squaring off against each other.

"You're mine this time Tien." Kirillin smirked.

"Not a chance runt! You never could beat me even on your best day!" Tien said. "The fact that you've got a nose now just gives me something new to break!" Tien smirked right back.

"What a stroke of luck!" Kirillin thought. "Tien stepped out and didn't see me go Super Saiyan Three earlier! Is he in for a shock!"

Kirillin concentrated and went Super Saiyan, then Super Saiyan Two.

Tien was clearly not expecting this. "What! You're a Super Saiyan!"

"That's right!" Kirillin said.

"Well, then this gives me an opportunity to test all these years of training. I too have reached a new level." Tien grinned.

Tien brought his arms up and clasped his hands together and began to power up. Suddenly a bright light enveloped the warrior and he screamed his transformation into space.

When the light died down, a previously unseen Tien stood there. In addition to his three eyes, Tien had an additional set of arms, and a Saiyan like tail, only far longer. Tien wrapped his tail around his waist as he had seen Vegeta do on several occasions.

"I didn't think I would need to ascend to this form for this fight. But it feels good." Tien attacked.

Even in Super Saiyan Two, Kirillin was hard pressed against Tien's new power.

"How does one block punches and kicks coming from four arms and two legs?" Kirillin wondered.

But all in all, Kirillin was doing great. He did manage to block or duck most of what Tien dished out, and the techniques that were landing wasn't doing Kirillin much harm. Tien seemed to realize this after a few seconds and pulled out all the stops.

"Damned it! I can't loose!" Tien said as he screamed and went 100% of his power.

Kirillin felt the drastic rise in Tien's power both on his senses, and in the punches and kicks Tien was delivering. They were really hurting him now.

Kirillin decided it was time to go on the defensive and began his own flurry of punches and kicks ending with a round kick to Tien's rib cage. This temporarily took the wind from Tien's lungs.

Kirillin then powered up to Super Saiyan Three.

From that point on, it was all Kirillin.

Kirillin darted in and out of Tien's defenses at will leaving a bruised and battered warrior barely able to stay on his feet. Kirillin finally picked him up and tossed him out of the arena, and then powered down.

"Alright what a fight!!" The announcer said. The crowed was going wild over it. "It's not often that we get to see such a demonstration of marital art skills!!"

The crowd was now standing in their seats applauding Tien and Kirillin.

Tien and Kirillin just walked back to the waiting area after Kirillin helped Tien up and they shook hands.

"That damned Hercule was such a cracked-pot, but at least he knew how to give the audience a show before, during, and after the actual fight." The announcer lamented to himself.

"Kirillin moves up to the final bout!" The announcer said. "There will be a 30 minute recess for the warriors to prepare."

"You okay Tien?" Bandit asked as Tien and Kirillin passed by.

"I'm fine Bandit, but I'm afraid that we won't get to fight today." Tien said.

Bandit just looked at Tien, then Kirillin, then went back to staring out the door.

"Is your student strong?" Kirillin asked.

"Yes, stronger than I am this year. He seems to be a lot like Goku in that department. He has tremendous natural ability." Tien explained. "Last tournament he almost beat me, and this year I expected him to beat me fairly easily. I've never met anyone outside of the Saiyans with that kind of natural power. All I've done is taught him how to control and focus it. The rest he has done on his own. You won't beat him easily Kirillin."

"Well, at least he'll be a challenge." Kirillin teased Tien.

"Next time bud, you're all mine!" Tien bragged as he walked off to hit the shower.

Kirillin turned and leaned against the wall and patiently waited for the final match.