Disclaimer-The plot's totally mine, the characters totally aren't. Except for a few.

The Fighting Starts

"Hello," one of the monks said to Marron, Goten, Trunks, and Paris. "Please walk in an orderly fashion into the waiting room…"

ZOOM!!

The monk was left eating dust.

"I'm too old for this," he mumbled, coughing.

"Oh my God!" Marron squealed excitedly. "This place is huge!"

"I can't wait to start fighting!" Goten said.

"Yeah, and I'm gonna beat you all!" Trunks crowed.

"Shut up, Trunks!" Paris ordered, shoving him. "What makes you say that?"

"Because I have the strongest power level out of all of us. That, and I'm way smarter than you are…"

"TRUNKS!!" Paris whacked him on the head.

He stuck his tongue out at her, and dodged another blow to the head.

"Hey, it's that stupid ninja-freak from outside," Goten said, pointing over to the boy and his three lackeys. They were huddled in a corner, laughing about something. Trunks thought he hard something about "Freak them out before the fights" but thought nothing of it. Until…

"We will, we will rock you!"

All four turned confused glances at the other four. The Ninja Gang, a name that had already formed in Marron and co.'s minds, was coming towards them, grinning smugly and trying to look cool.

"We will, we will rock you, sock you, pick you up and drop you…"

"UGH!" Trunks yelped mockingly, putting his hands over his ears. "God! If people heard that, they'd tie you up and run you OVER with the Soul Train!"

"Get that, guys," the ninja leader said. "Moptop here is trying to make a funny."

"Well," Paris laughed, "I'd say he succeeded!"

"Come on, guys," Marron said. "We have no time to waste on losers."

"Hey!" one of the lackeys yelled.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!" Mr. Yochi, the announcer, yelled.

"That's our cue," Trunks announced.

"We are proud to announce that the Junior World Tournament will begin in just a few minutes! Will the fighters report to the arena please!"

"Come on!" Paris said, pulling on Trunks' and Marron's arms, Goten already having started to walk. The four filed into line and paraded to the arena.

"Look, up there!" Marron whispered to Goten, slightly pointing towards the arena. "Our parents are up there!"

"I see 'em!" Goten said back.

"SHH!" Trunks hissed at them. "The announcer guy is telling us the rules!"

"Unlike the adult competition, there will not be any qualifying round," Mr. Yochi yelled into his microphone. "There is a half-hour time limit for each fight. Fights not finished within that time will be decided by points. The second-place winner will win 5000 zeni, and the winner will take home a whopping 10000 zeni!"

The crowd burst into cheers at the thought of all that money. The four Chibi-Z fighters, of course, thought nothing of it. Fighting was a good enough reward for them.

"Okay! Let's get this party started!"

"That was…kinda lame," Paris commented as the four headed back into the waiting room.

Yet another kid ran in crying from the arena. It was the 5th fighter in ten minutes.

"Oh, my God!" Trunks exploded angrily. "What is this? They stuck us with these weaklings when we could've been fighting with the adults! This is an insult!"

"Trunks, have you been hanging around your father a lot?" Marron teased.

Trunks made a face at her, which consisted of scrunching up his face and sticking out his tongue.

"Let's get the next fighters out here! Will Marron Chestnut and Inada Tole please report to the arena!"

"That's me," Marron said. "See you in a few seconds!"

Marron walked out of the room and towards the arena, and Inada, one of the four ninjas, walked out after her.

One of the fighters dodged a punch in a practice match with his friend and turned to face the three. "Hey, that's your friend, ain't it? Shouldn't you be out there? You wanna see who'll win, don't you?"

"Oh, we know who's gonna win!" Goten said.

Question marks popped all over the kid's head as he turned to shout to the others. "Hey, guys! This guy here says that that blonde girl is gonna win!"

"That tiny thing? No way! This I gotta see!" The rest of the fighters ran off to see the fight.

"7-year-old Marron is a new-comer to the WMAT," Mr. Yochi announced. "11-year-old Inada is a veteran here, the World Champion in 2 Junior Tourneys previous!"

The two fighters got onto the stage, and Mr. Yochi couldn't stop his comment. "My God! Inada is a full three feet taller than Marron!"

Even from the stage, Mr. Yochi could feel the Death Glares of Marron's mother.

"No way a tiny blonde like that can beat Inada!" a fighter yelled.

"Hey!" Goten shot at the comment's owner. "Marron can hold her own!"

"Yeah, maybe. For a girl." The rude boy and his friends snickered.

"What's wrong with her being a girl?" both Paris and Goten shot.

"Hey, hey! Why are you so defensive of her?" The kid put a sly grin on his face. "Is she your girlfriend?"

"And if she is?" The normally amiable Goten was turning furious.

"And that's that! In a stunning display of strength, speed, and skill, Marron has triumphed!"

Everyone turned to see Marron walking off the stage, smiling victoriously, checking her nails arrogantly. But when she reached her friends, she burst out laughing. "A talk and no strength makes Inada a weak boy!" she laughed. "One punch to the stomach and he was out!"

"Go, Marron!" Goten cheered.

"I can just see him on a TV show," Trunks said. "'Ninja Sissies'. It'll go like this: Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, cry. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, cry. Repeat. And now, for a commercial break."

The three giggled and walked away.

Up in the stadium, a young man removed his binoculars and shoved them in his pocket. "I see, Marron. I see. That wasn't even your full potential." His face hardened. "Come on, Marron. Show me your true power. Only then can the Gero legacy be fulfilled."

The dreaded name, "Gero"! Who is he, and what does he want with Marron?

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