Kira-hime:GAHH! I WRITE SHORT CHAPTERS, DAMMIT!!
Otaku:Um....this is the disclaimer. Put your rants about your hideously
short chapters in the Author's Notes at the bottom.
Kira-hime:SHUT UP! Or I'll.....I'll give you strep throat!
Otaku:You can't do that!
Kira-hime:Wanna bet? **scribbles on sheet of paper**
Otaku:OW! Throat....burning......
Kira-hime:Doncha just LOVE author powers? I don't own DBZ.
Chapter Five
Past Secrets Come 'A Haunting
thegreathooble@yahoo.com
TWO MONTHS LATER
"All contestants for the World Martial Arts Tournament, please move to the preliminary rounds arena!" yelled a voice over a microphone. Kira, stone face set, walked solidly forward. She was wearing the perfect fighting outfit: Black leggings, a dark blue t-shirt, a tank top over it with the words "Die On Your Feet" written in kanji, sneakers and her hair pulled back into a tight braid, wrapped around into a bun shape. Gohan, in his dad's colors, leaned over to Goku and whispered.
"She's really serious about this, isn't she?"
"Of course. She's Vegeta's daughter, isn't she?" Catching this phrase, Kira whirled around, fury in her eyes.
"Never again, Goku." She said, clenching her jaw. Goku nodded his apology and followed her. Otaku clung tightly to Gohan, nervous as hell, but never showing it. Like a true Sayian, his mother's words rang in his head.
ChiChi wished her boys luck, then turned to the children she had grown to love. "I...I wish you didn't have to do this," she said, shaking her head. "You don't know Vegeta like we do. So please, be careful." Leaning close, she pulled them to her. "And kick ass, my children." Grinning, the children hugged their adopted mother and ran to the arena.
"Otaku, you have to fight in the minor's round," Kira said, pointing him towards it.
"Nani? But I wanted to-" she cut him off.
"I know. I'll give him your regards." They grinned and ran to their separate arenas.
"Alright!" said the announcer. "For the preliminaries, you must punch this machine!" A huge punching bag was brought out. "Uh, Mr. Vegeta, you can sit this one out. We only have one this year..." Kira caught a glance of the smug Sayian and grimaced, her anger and ki rising.
"Calm down." said someone from behind her. Whirling, she saw Piccolo (Flute...)
"Konichi wa, Piccolo!" (A/N:Uh...when'd she meet Piccolo? Oh, yeah...um...on the ride over? Yeah, that's it!)
"You have every right to be angry, but save it for the ring." She nodded. She had seen the Namek in battle, and she both trusted and respected him.
"Hai, Piccolo-san." He caught a glance of the meds walking townrds him. Suddenly, there was a flash and...no more meds. "Piccolo....."
"You didn't see that." They shut up as the announcer began calling names.
"Son Goku!" Goku grinned and walked out. He slowly aimed at the target and.......poked it with his pinky. "Woah!" shouted the announcer. "A score of 1280 for Son Goku!" The crowd grumbled as the announcer caled the next name.
"Android Eighteen!" The blonde walked out, blew on the bag, and walked back. "A score of 1100 for Aindroid Eighteen!"
"That's some strong breath!" A random crowd member yelled, and Eighteen glared at him.
"Step over here and say that."
"No, no, I'm good right here..."
"They always do this," Gohan whispered to Kira. "See who can touch it the least and get the highest score."
"Kira!" Kira grinned and walked out. Slowly, she focused on the target.....and glared at it. It depressed as if it had been hit, and a score popped up. "Kami-sama!" The announcer yelled. "A score of 1500 for Kira!" She whispered in his ear, and he changed his staement. "Sorry...that's SON Kira! Didn"t know you were related!" Gohan half-smiled as she walked over to him.
"Neither did I...." She grinned and they watched the rest of the preliminaries. It wound up with these eight fighters: Vegeta, Gohan, Goku, Kira, Number Eighteen, Krillin, a newcomer called Reuoh Ncei, and a small girl, barely fourteen, called Miki.
"First match!" announced the announcer. (I've been wanting to do that since I started this fic...) "Krillin versus Reuoh!" Krillin, looking at Reuoh, laughed.
"What? Him? He's not even four feet tall!" Kira raised an amused eyebrow at her friend. "Oh, shut up." They walked behind the stone wall at the arena as Krillin walked out.
"Kril-lin! Kril-lin!" Goku and Gohan cheered. Kira laughed at their antics, while Vegeta merely snorted. He caught his daughter's glance and looked away. Goku saw this and pulled her shoulders.
"Kira, you can NOT let him get to you. He will use it against you in the ring, you know he will." She nodded.
"Yeah, I know. Can we not talk about this now?" They watched as Krillin's fight began.
Kira-hime:I dun wanna put all da details of Krillin's fight! **pouty lip** Otaku:You have to. Kira-hime:Says who? Otaku:ME! Kira-hime:Oh, shaddup.
Chapter Five
Past Secrets Come 'A Haunting
thegreathooble@yahoo.com
TWO MONTHS LATER
"All contestants for the World Martial Arts Tournament, please move to the preliminary rounds arena!" yelled a voice over a microphone. Kira, stone face set, walked solidly forward. She was wearing the perfect fighting outfit: Black leggings, a dark blue t-shirt, a tank top over it with the words "Die On Your Feet" written in kanji, sneakers and her hair pulled back into a tight braid, wrapped around into a bun shape. Gohan, in his dad's colors, leaned over to Goku and whispered.
"She's really serious about this, isn't she?"
"Of course. She's Vegeta's daughter, isn't she?" Catching this phrase, Kira whirled around, fury in her eyes.
"Never again, Goku." She said, clenching her jaw. Goku nodded his apology and followed her. Otaku clung tightly to Gohan, nervous as hell, but never showing it. Like a true Sayian, his mother's words rang in his head.
ChiChi wished her boys luck, then turned to the children she had grown to love. "I...I wish you didn't have to do this," she said, shaking her head. "You don't know Vegeta like we do. So please, be careful." Leaning close, she pulled them to her. "And kick ass, my children." Grinning, the children hugged their adopted mother and ran to the arena.
"Otaku, you have to fight in the minor's round," Kira said, pointing him towards it.
"Nani? But I wanted to-" she cut him off.
"I know. I'll give him your regards." They grinned and ran to their separate arenas.
"Alright!" said the announcer. "For the preliminaries, you must punch this machine!" A huge punching bag was brought out. "Uh, Mr. Vegeta, you can sit this one out. We only have one this year..." Kira caught a glance of the smug Sayian and grimaced, her anger and ki rising.
"Calm down." said someone from behind her. Whirling, she saw Piccolo (Flute...)
"Konichi wa, Piccolo!" (A/N:Uh...when'd she meet Piccolo? Oh, yeah...um...on the ride over? Yeah, that's it!)
"You have every right to be angry, but save it for the ring." She nodded. She had seen the Namek in battle, and she both trusted and respected him.
"Hai, Piccolo-san." He caught a glance of the meds walking townrds him. Suddenly, there was a flash and...no more meds. "Piccolo....."
"You didn't see that." They shut up as the announcer began calling names.
"Son Goku!" Goku grinned and walked out. He slowly aimed at the target and.......poked it with his pinky. "Woah!" shouted the announcer. "A score of 1280 for Son Goku!" The crowd grumbled as the announcer caled the next name.
"Android Eighteen!" The blonde walked out, blew on the bag, and walked back. "A score of 1100 for Aindroid Eighteen!"
"That's some strong breath!" A random crowd member yelled, and Eighteen glared at him.
"Step over here and say that."
"No, no, I'm good right here..."
"They always do this," Gohan whispered to Kira. "See who can touch it the least and get the highest score."
"Kira!" Kira grinned and walked out. Slowly, she focused on the target.....and glared at it. It depressed as if it had been hit, and a score popped up. "Kami-sama!" The announcer yelled. "A score of 1500 for Kira!" She whispered in his ear, and he changed his staement. "Sorry...that's SON Kira! Didn"t know you were related!" Gohan half-smiled as she walked over to him.
"Neither did I...." She grinned and they watched the rest of the preliminaries. It wound up with these eight fighters: Vegeta, Gohan, Goku, Kira, Number Eighteen, Krillin, a newcomer called Reuoh Ncei, and a small girl, barely fourteen, called Miki.
"First match!" announced the announcer. (I've been wanting to do that since I started this fic...) "Krillin versus Reuoh!" Krillin, looking at Reuoh, laughed.
"What? Him? He's not even four feet tall!" Kira raised an amused eyebrow at her friend. "Oh, shut up." They walked behind the stone wall at the arena as Krillin walked out.
"Kril-lin! Kril-lin!" Goku and Gohan cheered. Kira laughed at their antics, while Vegeta merely snorted. He caught his daughter's glance and looked away. Goku saw this and pulled her shoulders.
"Kira, you can NOT let him get to you. He will use it against you in the ring, you know he will." She nodded.
"Yeah, I know. Can we not talk about this now?" They watched as Krillin's fight began.
Kira-hime:I dun wanna put all da details of Krillin's fight! **pouty lip** Otaku:You have to. Kira-hime:Says who? Otaku:ME! Kira-hime:Oh, shaddup.