Berter Beginnings: A Ginyu Force Outlook
By Son Rhandi
Part 8
"May I have your attention, please? May I have your attention, please? The time-honored tournament is about to begin!!!"
The cries of the announcer filled the late morning skies. Each of the spectators cheered out the name of the family member who they knew was going to fight this day. The announcer, wearing a headdress made from powder blue feathers and fur bangles around his wrists and ankles, continued doing what he did best.
"Thank you! Thank you! And welcome to the Plateaus Regional Championship!!!" He shouted into a wooden megaphone. "If I may draw your attention to bleacher 3, section blue, we have a very special guest! Please, please, give a warm welcome to the planet trader, Lord Frieza!!!"
Frieza stood accordingly to the given applause, although most of the Tokage couldn't see him because of his diminutive stature.
"Why is he repeating everything twice?" Asked Dodoria in a whisper.
"Hush, Dodoria," Zarbon hissed. "Stop jeering like an ass and be quiet."
"Okay, okay! Let's tone it dowwwwwn!!" He drew out the last word while slowing moving to a crouched position. "And let's get ready to turn things up!! Today, we'll be commencing with the 11th Year Tourneys! And what's more, we're starting things off with the Female Bouts! So pay close attention, young men…!" That drew a few laughs from the crowd. "So, let's bring out first two fighters out, shall we?"
The announcer took out a sheet of parchment and read the first couple of contestant of the list. "Battle 1: Miso of Fuyarin and Pura of Kishin!!"
The concourse acclaimed loudly for the two as they entered the arena. The announcer made his exit and the referee made his debut. "Now, remember," he said in a scratchy voice. "You've got exactly ten minutes to weaken your opponent as much as you can. The first one to be knocked out-of-bounds or plead 'mercy' loses. In the event of a tie, the winner will be decided based on overall performance. Now," the referee step out of the battle area, clapped his hands twice, and shouted, "Bout with Fists- Battle 1: BEGIN!!"
"Woohoo!"
"Oh, man! She just tore a HUGE part of her garment! You can see her—"
"Take a look at that!"
"Not bad at all!"
"Move over! I can't see!"
The Tokage congregated to the single window to see some girl action (cough), while Berter, Tage, Maju, and of course, Jerin, stayed to the opposite site of the room.
"Hmph. That's mature," Jerin hissed.
"Who are you fooling, Jerin?" said Berter. "You want to see those girls go at it just as much as everyone else does." Jerin simply harrumphed.
"At least I don't make myself out to be a pervert by crowding in front of a window and whooping like bush monkeys at a couple of battling females."
"You should be the last one to talk of perversion," Tage cut in, shaking a finger. "Because we all know what you do at night…."
Berter and Tage burst out into fits of laughter. Furomaaju allowed himself a tiny smirk but nothing else. If Jerin was a human, he would have been beet red about now, mostly due to embarrassment.
"That—That is NOT true!!" Jerin stammered. "I am not one to pleasure myself in that way!!"
"Oh, yeah? Those stains on your sheets back in our training days said differently. It's funny how the would always be near the area around your—"
"Okay, that'll be enough of that," Maju intervened in the knick of time (for Jerin, that is.). "I think you two have had enough fun for now." Nodding, they agreed to give their fellow Tokage (although that's not what they considered him to be) his peace. "Why not do something positive and go over some fighting tactics?"
"Not a bad idea. Tage?"
"Okay, then."
"Does it matter, really?" Jerin crossed his arms and said let loose a smug look. "I don't see too much point to it. The two of you will probably lose with your first fights, anyway."
"Well, all of us will see what happens when it happens," Maju said cooly. "I wouldn't go about making any predictions until you see them fight."
Jerin chortled. "I have seen them fight before, sir, and let me tell you this: I have nothing to worry about."
"And why are you so doubtful in their abilities, sire? Why do you detest them so?"
"That, sir, is none of your business."
"Hey!" One Tokage cried out. "It looks as if the fight's gonna end soon!"
"Yeah, that one girl looks as if she's had it!"
One good blow was all it took for her opponent's to fall outside the limit. And with that, the fight had been won.
"Victory to Pura of Kishin!!"
The roar of the crowd was deafening. The former opponents shook hands, bowed to each other, and exited the ring. The announcer hopped back into the arena. "A graceful victor, a graceful loser! Either way, we're proud of them both! Let's give these two young ladies a round of applause!!"
The cheers rang out across the stadium. Frieza touched a hand to his chin. "And this is going to be an all-day thing?"
"Yes, Lord Frieza," replied Zarbon. "Half the day will be used for their females' fight, and the other for the males."
"Zarbon, please go to the ship and send a message back to headquarters requesting Ginyu and his men to depart for this planet immediately."
"Yes, sir."
"Ginyu's home planet is in this area, isn't it? Tell him he's free to visit there first if he wishes, also."
"Yes, Frieza. As you command." And with that, Zarbon took flight. "Is there anything I can do, sire?" Dodoria inquired.
"Yes. Fetch me some more wine."