Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, I just like to play with the characters.
Satan Taken*:
"Bring it on." Kurillan challenged.
"Stop! We don't have time for this!" ChiChi protested.
"How much?" Eighteen got Hercule's attention.
"Huh?" he grunted, confused.
"How much do you want to bet?" she said evenly.
"Don't worry, ChiChi, this won't take long," Kurillan assured her, "He just needs to learn a little respect."
"If I win, I don't have to pay you anything," Hercule told the blonde.
"And if you lose, you pay me twice as much, agreed?" Eighteen pressed.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he brushed her off.
They cleared the center of the room, leaving the two fighters preparing in the middle. Quickly, Yamcha and Oolong started a pool- not on the outcome, but how long it would take. A passing monk heard the challenge and spread the word. In no time, a small crowd of reporters, monks, fans and others had gathered and the betting pool got larger, this time with Hercule being favored. Even those in mourning entered (except Videl), for Kurillan stood to uphold the honor of the Z team.
A little girl, roused from her sleep by the noise, came forward dragging her blankie- a tattered orange cloth with a familiar symbol in black on white. Crawling between the legs of the Ox-King, she reached the front of the crowd to see what was going on. "Yay, Daddy!" she cheered, waving his old gi as the fight was about to start.
"That your kid?" Satan asked as they began to circle.
"Yup," he affirmed proudly.
"Then I suppose the blonde's your wife. Is she stronger than you?" Hercule threw a punch.
Kurillan dodged easily, "Let's just say she keeps me on my toes."
"I bet that's the only way you can touch her," Hercule belittled, throwing another jab at his opponent.
"At least my ego isn't the biggest thing about me," Kurillan blocked.
"The biggest thing about you is probably your mouth. Hah!" He kicked at the smaller man.
"Actually, it's not," he sidestepped, "but then I don't have to brag to make up for my deficiencies." He deflected another lunge. "And my performance is more style than show," he said, gaining snickers from the sideline.
"Are you saying I'm def.. defi.. that I'm not capable? RRRRGH!" Hercule roared in confusion, leaping to attack.
Kurillan grabbed his arm and slammed him to the floor. "I'm saying I don't need a reputation to get companionship."
Furious, Satan got up and attacked with a flurry of punches and kicks, all of which Kurillan deftly avoided until the bigger man got tired and left blatant openings. "This one's for Vegeta!" Kurillan kicked his stomach. "This one's for Goku!" He punched his jaw. "And this one's for Gohan!" He pounded the back of Hercule's neck, knocking him out. "That's that," he said, dusting his hands.
"Vegeta?" his wife questioned.
"Yeah, well," Kurillan scratched his head and laughed, "he may have been a bastard, but you can't deny he was one hell of a fighter."
"Woo-Hoo! I won!" An old man's cracked voice rang out. Everyone turned and looked at the gray-beard jumping up and down, money in his hand. Master Roshi paused and gathered his dignity with a cough, "Ah, yes, good job Kurillan. Couldn't have done better myself."
"Now that you're done playing, CAN WE GET GOING?" Chichi screeched at them all.
"I agree, I need to get my boy before Piccolo disappears with him like he did..." Bulma covered her mouth with her hand and stopped herself at the sight of new tears coming to her friend's face. "I'm sorry, ChiChi."
"That's okay, Bulma, let's just go now." The two hugged each other in their sorrow.
"May I go, too?" a hesitant voice stopped them. They turned to see Videl standing all alone, pale and trembling. "Please, I need to ... to see for myself..."
The hearts of the two women stirred at her plea and they opened their arms to include the girl in their embrace.
The group gathered their things in preparation to leaving while a couple of monks came in and attended the fallen champion. "So, what was the deal with Hercule?" Kurillan asked his wife, carrying Marron in his arms. Eighteen whispered in his ears and a look of stupification came over his face. "HOLY CRAP! FORTY MILLION!"(1) a shout burst from him. Belatedly, he tried to cover it up with a laugh. "Heh-heh, so that's how much Oolong ate, huh?" he said out loud to his puzzled friends.
"Videl!" The shout wasn't as loud this time, "Where are you going with these f… er, people?" Mr. Satan yelled as his daughter reached the doorway.
"I can't say where or why, I just am. And you can't stop me!" she exclaimed, anguish and anger in her tone.
"If I can't stop you, then I'm going with you!" He stood and strode over to the group.
"Not on my jet, you don't, jerk!" Bulma hissed.
"Look, she's my daughter, she's underage and she doesn't go anywhere without my permission!" he growled back, forgetting she had already done so that day and numerous times before.
"Please, you're just delaying us." ChiChi begged them all.
"I say he's right, let him go." Kurillan said suddenly, surprising the others. "Hey, what can I say? I have a daughter too, you know," he reminded them.
"If he's going, then I'm going," Eighteen declared, her husband nodding in agreement. "Old man, you'd better take good care of Marron," she remarked, depositing the girl in Master Roshi's arms with a glare.
"Aw, don't worry, it's not like it's the first time I've babysat her. At least I don't have to change diapers anymore!"
"Who changed diapers?" Oolong groused.
"OK! THAT'S IT!" Bulma yelled, "We're going," she moved her arms to include ChiChi, Videl, Yamcha, Kurillan, Eighteen and Hercule. "You guys," she pointed to the rest (Roshi, Oolong, Ox King, Marron and Puar) "go to Capsule Corp. and meet us there. I'll call my parents to tell them about, well, everything." Marching outside, she threw down a dino-cap and stood back as a large jetcopter exploded out of it. She yielded the pilot's seat to Yamcha as they got on and took off.
*Taken down, taken for a load, taken along
(1)Remember Hercule was going to pay Eighteen 20 million zenni to let him win?
AN: I know I'm not that good at a fight scene, but I hope you liked the verbal sparring. Now to get serious again, but first some more editorials from the Satan City News:
Satan City Sports: Unofficial Champion?
by Gole Poste
What a fight. What a fight! After exchanging some heated words last night, Hercule was defeated by Kurillan in a personal challenge. Kurillan, whom long time fans may remember, had fought and placed in the semi-finals of the WMAT several times in the past. After finishing his first opponent with ease in this year's tournament, he was one of the fighters that left before it ended. Hercule did not seem to be in his best form, being distracted by the illness of his daughter, Videl Satan, who had been wounded earlier on in the day. The two fighters were not available for comment. Hercule, good sport that he is, left with Kurillan and his friends immediately after the fight. One wonders how the tournament would have ended if all the rounds had been fought as planned.
On a more somber note, it is rumored that several of the fighters that left yesterday's tournament were injured and/or killed fighting the alleged terrorists. The matter is being investigated and we will post any information as soon as it's confirmed.
Satan City Society:
By Phi Lyon
It has come to our ears that Videl Satan, daughter of hero and Champion Hercule Satan, may be pregnant. Videl, a student of OSHS, has reportedly been keeping company with fellow student Son Gohan who was revealed at yesterday's WMAT to be the Great Sayaman. They are both well known in our city as crime fighters. What is not as well known is that Son Gohan is the son of Son Goku, a former WMAT Champion, and ChiChi, Princess of Ox. If the rumors are true, Mr. Satan may ride on his daughter's wedding train into high society. When last seen, Miss. Videl was boarding a private jet with zillionaire Bulma Briefs, Princess ChiChi with her younger son and nanny*, baseball star and playboy Yamcha, and of course, Hercule Satan.
* This is how a gossip reporter, who didn't know any better, may have identified Kurillan (hey, he's short and has black hair) and Eighteen.
Satan Taken*:
"Bring it on." Kurillan challenged.
"Stop! We don't have time for this!" ChiChi protested.
"How much?" Eighteen got Hercule's attention.
"Huh?" he grunted, confused.
"How much do you want to bet?" she said evenly.
"Don't worry, ChiChi, this won't take long," Kurillan assured her, "He just needs to learn a little respect."
"If I win, I don't have to pay you anything," Hercule told the blonde.
"And if you lose, you pay me twice as much, agreed?" Eighteen pressed.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he brushed her off.
They cleared the center of the room, leaving the two fighters preparing in the middle. Quickly, Yamcha and Oolong started a pool- not on the outcome, but how long it would take. A passing monk heard the challenge and spread the word. In no time, a small crowd of reporters, monks, fans and others had gathered and the betting pool got larger, this time with Hercule being favored. Even those in mourning entered (except Videl), for Kurillan stood to uphold the honor of the Z team.
A little girl, roused from her sleep by the noise, came forward dragging her blankie- a tattered orange cloth with a familiar symbol in black on white. Crawling between the legs of the Ox-King, she reached the front of the crowd to see what was going on. "Yay, Daddy!" she cheered, waving his old gi as the fight was about to start.
"That your kid?" Satan asked as they began to circle.
"Yup," he affirmed proudly.
"Then I suppose the blonde's your wife. Is she stronger than you?" Hercule threw a punch.
Kurillan dodged easily, "Let's just say she keeps me on my toes."
"I bet that's the only way you can touch her," Hercule belittled, throwing another jab at his opponent.
"At least my ego isn't the biggest thing about me," Kurillan blocked.
"The biggest thing about you is probably your mouth. Hah!" He kicked at the smaller man.
"Actually, it's not," he sidestepped, "but then I don't have to brag to make up for my deficiencies." He deflected another lunge. "And my performance is more style than show," he said, gaining snickers from the sideline.
"Are you saying I'm def.. defi.. that I'm not capable? RRRRGH!" Hercule roared in confusion, leaping to attack.
Kurillan grabbed his arm and slammed him to the floor. "I'm saying I don't need a reputation to get companionship."
Furious, Satan got up and attacked with a flurry of punches and kicks, all of which Kurillan deftly avoided until the bigger man got tired and left blatant openings. "This one's for Vegeta!" Kurillan kicked his stomach. "This one's for Goku!" He punched his jaw. "And this one's for Gohan!" He pounded the back of Hercule's neck, knocking him out. "That's that," he said, dusting his hands.
"Vegeta?" his wife questioned.
"Yeah, well," Kurillan scratched his head and laughed, "he may have been a bastard, but you can't deny he was one hell of a fighter."
"Woo-Hoo! I won!" An old man's cracked voice rang out. Everyone turned and looked at the gray-beard jumping up and down, money in his hand. Master Roshi paused and gathered his dignity with a cough, "Ah, yes, good job Kurillan. Couldn't have done better myself."
"Now that you're done playing, CAN WE GET GOING?" Chichi screeched at them all.
"I agree, I need to get my boy before Piccolo disappears with him like he did..." Bulma covered her mouth with her hand and stopped herself at the sight of new tears coming to her friend's face. "I'm sorry, ChiChi."
"That's okay, Bulma, let's just go now." The two hugged each other in their sorrow.
"May I go, too?" a hesitant voice stopped them. They turned to see Videl standing all alone, pale and trembling. "Please, I need to ... to see for myself..."
The hearts of the two women stirred at her plea and they opened their arms to include the girl in their embrace.
The group gathered their things in preparation to leaving while a couple of monks came in and attended the fallen champion. "So, what was the deal with Hercule?" Kurillan asked his wife, carrying Marron in his arms. Eighteen whispered in his ears and a look of stupification came over his face. "HOLY CRAP! FORTY MILLION!"(1) a shout burst from him. Belatedly, he tried to cover it up with a laugh. "Heh-heh, so that's how much Oolong ate, huh?" he said out loud to his puzzled friends.
"Videl!" The shout wasn't as loud this time, "Where are you going with these f… er, people?" Mr. Satan yelled as his daughter reached the doorway.
"I can't say where or why, I just am. And you can't stop me!" she exclaimed, anguish and anger in her tone.
"If I can't stop you, then I'm going with you!" He stood and strode over to the group.
"Not on my jet, you don't, jerk!" Bulma hissed.
"Look, she's my daughter, she's underage and she doesn't go anywhere without my permission!" he growled back, forgetting she had already done so that day and numerous times before.
"Please, you're just delaying us." ChiChi begged them all.
"I say he's right, let him go." Kurillan said suddenly, surprising the others. "Hey, what can I say? I have a daughter too, you know," he reminded them.
"If he's going, then I'm going," Eighteen declared, her husband nodding in agreement. "Old man, you'd better take good care of Marron," she remarked, depositing the girl in Master Roshi's arms with a glare.
"Aw, don't worry, it's not like it's the first time I've babysat her. At least I don't have to change diapers anymore!"
"Who changed diapers?" Oolong groused.
"OK! THAT'S IT!" Bulma yelled, "We're going," she moved her arms to include ChiChi, Videl, Yamcha, Kurillan, Eighteen and Hercule. "You guys," she pointed to the rest (Roshi, Oolong, Ox King, Marron and Puar) "go to Capsule Corp. and meet us there. I'll call my parents to tell them about, well, everything." Marching outside, she threw down a dino-cap and stood back as a large jetcopter exploded out of it. She yielded the pilot's seat to Yamcha as they got on and took off.
*Taken down, taken for a load, taken along
(1)Remember Hercule was going to pay Eighteen 20 million zenni to let him win?
AN: I know I'm not that good at a fight scene, but I hope you liked the verbal sparring. Now to get serious again, but first some more editorials from the Satan City News:
Satan City Sports: Unofficial Champion?
by Gole Poste
What a fight. What a fight! After exchanging some heated words last night, Hercule was defeated by Kurillan in a personal challenge. Kurillan, whom long time fans may remember, had fought and placed in the semi-finals of the WMAT several times in the past. After finishing his first opponent with ease in this year's tournament, he was one of the fighters that left before it ended. Hercule did not seem to be in his best form, being distracted by the illness of his daughter, Videl Satan, who had been wounded earlier on in the day. The two fighters were not available for comment. Hercule, good sport that he is, left with Kurillan and his friends immediately after the fight. One wonders how the tournament would have ended if all the rounds had been fought as planned.
On a more somber note, it is rumored that several of the fighters that left yesterday's tournament were injured and/or killed fighting the alleged terrorists. The matter is being investigated and we will post any information as soon as it's confirmed.
Satan City Society:
By Phi Lyon
It has come to our ears that Videl Satan, daughter of hero and Champion Hercule Satan, may be pregnant. Videl, a student of OSHS, has reportedly been keeping company with fellow student Son Gohan who was revealed at yesterday's WMAT to be the Great Sayaman. They are both well known in our city as crime fighters. What is not as well known is that Son Gohan is the son of Son Goku, a former WMAT Champion, and ChiChi, Princess of Ox. If the rumors are true, Mr. Satan may ride on his daughter's wedding train into high society. When last seen, Miss. Videl was boarding a private jet with zillionaire Bulma Briefs, Princess ChiChi with her younger son and nanny*, baseball star and playboy Yamcha, and of course, Hercule Satan.
* This is how a gossip reporter, who didn't know any better, may have identified Kurillan (hey, he's short and has black hair) and Eighteen.