Alrighty, I've got my sugar water, the phone's sittin' on the computer
desk. . . I think I'm set, ja? Alrighty then.
Disclaimer: If I have to say this one more time, I'm gonna scream. I don't own DBZ, and this is the :last: time I will say it!
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The young girl known as Lynx layed on a bench, curled up like a dog, waiting for her chance to fight. She was supposed to fight in the Junior Division, but Alex got his point across that he knew for a fact that Libre- lobo and Lynx would be fighting each other eventually. There wouldn't have been a stadium left, so she got to fight with the adults. That left a very small chance of her having to face someone dreadfully powerful, like Alex or Panthara.
She twisted her neck around, causing it to pop and crack quietly. Nobody gave her a second glance. *Grr. . . rotted humans. Hehe. . . this'll get a jump out of 'em, it will!* She rose to a dog-style sitting position and arched her back into a sickening angle, producing a loud cracking from the base of her spine to around her collar bone. A few people froze and stared with disgusted expressions, but went back to whatever it was they were doing before. Just to finish off her routine, she popped her knuckles then her toes.
Katie, the girl beside her, sat through the whole show without flinching. "Would you stop that. They're looking at us!"
"Huh," Lynx sniffed. "Ruin muh fun, why doncha." She laid back down and focused her attention on Vegeta. The wolf tail she had acquired through black magic tapped silently against the bench. Alex approached the two and Lynx immediately sat at attention, saluting him like this was the army. "G- general, sir! What is it?"
"I'm warnin' you two now, doncha dare change wolf out there durin' a match," Alex said in a hushed tone. "We don' want these people knowin' there's werewolves about, y'hear?"
"Yessir, General." Lynx nodded.
"And don' call me 'General'! As far as these folks is concerned, I'm nothin' but an uneducated trail boss from Montana," Alex ordered, glancing back over his shoulder at a newcomer who looked like Goku but whose hair was tinted a reddish-brown. "There he is. Now we wait for DeLito."
"W-wait a minute, Gen- I mean, boss! Raven and Diego are fightin' in the tournament, too? Why didn't ya'll tell me?"
"It was a need ta know thing. And you. . . didn't needa know!" Alex stepped aside as the newcomer came forwards. "Now girls-" Katie and Lynx stared at him angrily. He always treated them like little kids. "-when DeLito gets here, don' let that pompous ass talk to no one, y'hear?" The two girls nodded. DeLito was very social, which was strange for a Saijin, and it was hard to keep him from talking to every living thing. The newcomer, Kyleran Raven, had caught DeLito talking to a tree once. Alex put him in handcuffs and threw him in a closet for that.
As Kyleran and Alex walked away, Kyleran said, "We've got a whole squadron of Blackhawks hoverin' out there, and two Mitsubishi Zeros circlin' the place. I hope you know what you're don', mate." He had an Australian accent, and Lynx had told him once that he sounded like Steve Irwin. Lynx learned the hard way that you never tell a Saijin that he sounds like the Crocodile Hunter. But, truth be told, he sounded :identical: to Steve Irwin.
"Steve Irwin," Katie coughed. Her and Lynx started cracking up laughing. It was always a joke among them that Saijins had incredibly comical accents.
Another voice stopped any hopes of converstion. "¡Hola! ¿Cómo usted es, damas?"
Katie and Lynx stared casually at DeLito Diego. DeLito hardly fit the description of "Saijin". He was tall, thin, and wide-eyed. His hair, a dark crimson-brown, was cut a length somewhere between long and short, and it was always greased back. Many people, Alex included, often said something about DeLito, great, intelligent, noble DeLito, being hopelessly behind the times. He was always dressed like some rebel biker, reminding Lynx and Katie of the greasers from S.E. Hinton's "The Outsiders".
"Màs o mènos, Señor Diego," Lynx said in an annoyed tone. DeLito was often a bit too friendly and outgoing for Lynx's liking. "¿Y tù?"
"Bien. Gracias," DeLito replied, nodding.
"Alright! Alright! Enough with the Spanish!" Katie yelled. "DeLito, I :know: you can speak English."
DeLito looked like he had been smacked in the face. "Sorry, Katie. W- where's the General?"
"Alex? He's over there," Lynx said, pointing at Alex, who was busy arguing with Kyleran about something, most likely the shapeshifting. "He said not to call him General. And not to talk to nobody."
"Sí," DeLito said, bowing slightly. "Por supuesto."
"Jener arme Idiot," Lynx said sadly. "Rührend."
Katie nodded, and watched Panthara swagger in like some sort of princess. Which, in a few months, would most likely be true. The tiger caught sight of Kyleran, and she ran up to him calling, "Uncle Kyle! Uncle Kyle!"
It was all poor Kyleran could do to keep from falling over when Panthara hugged him. As he put it, "Tasmanian Tiger versus Siberian Tiger."
"Uncle Kyle, I can't believe yer actually fightin'!"
"Yeah. Let's just hope I don't have to face your father," Kyleran hinted, throwing a strange look Goku's direction. "I don't think I could fight my little brother!"
"Yeah right! What fight? You'd kill 'im with one punch!" Panthara said seriously.
"And then you'd kill me," Kyleran retorted, turning to try and push his way around groups of people to get to Vegeta and DeLito. DeLito hadn't managed to get all the way to Alex, and disobeyed orders by talking with Vegeta.
"M'lord," DeLito said as quietly as he could, "they're angry. The survivors. They keep going on about you."
"I can't go back!" Vegeta hissed. "Not now, not ever!"
"Vegeta," Kyleran broke in, "you :have: to send somebody. What's left of the kingdom, what's left of this :dynasty: is falling. They've listened to me for long enough."
"Don't give me that bullshit, Chancellor," Vegeta threatened Kyleran. "You're greater than that wretched little brother of yours. Kakarott was worthless, but, you. . . if it came down to it, I'd ask you to take my place."
"And I would decline. You know that."
"You have to come back!" DeLito pleaded. "I'm not asking you as Senator, I'm asking you as a friend. We both are. Chancellor Kyleran and I can't hold what remains of the dynasty together. You have to send an heir, at the very least, m'lord."
"What about Alex?"
"James?" Kyleran asked, obviously amused. "That cur? He's turned down the kingdom, too. The boy's a wrangler Vegeta, not a king!"
"Trunks isn't going. He could never handle the kingdom. For one, he's too young. And secondly. . . he doesn't :know: how to live as a Saijin. At least Alex was raised a Saijin."
"Sir?" Lynx interrupted. "At your consent, of course, I would be happy to, uh. . . help."
Kyleran growled. He recognized that tone of voice Lynx was using. That was often how she got her way, no matter how sick it was.
"Help? How could :you: help?" Vegeta asked suspiciously.
"You don't want to know, m'lord. Believe me," Kyleran muttered.
"Keep out of it Chancellor," Lynx ordered. Nobody had ever admitted it, but Lynx had been placed in a higher rank among the Saijin government officials. The only people above her was the royal family.
"And now the great and powerful Chancellor Kyleran Raven is being ordered about by some little human girl?" Vegeta sneered.
"I'm :not: little! I'm thirteen!" Lynx's control had been regained when she broke into the conversation and now she spoke in a British accent, whether she noticed it or not. "And I happen to be Royal Seer." She grinned maliciously.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed then widened as he remembered what "Royal Seer" meant to the Saijin king. "No," he hissed. "Who made her Seer?"
"Uhm. . . I believe it was James, sir," Kyleran said nervously.
Alex was lucky he wasn't there at the moment, because Vegeta would've strangled him to death. "Don't take it personally, Vegeta," Lynx said absentmindedly. "I halfway asked for the rotted job. Alex was just impressed with my :inherited: telepathy. He had nothing to worry about, and as far as he figured, there were no intentions for us to meet."
Vegeta hardly wanted to make eye contact with Lynx, he had a wicked, maniacal expression to her face now. *Somehow. . . she :knows: what a Royal Seer would be to me. And she's thoroughly enjoying the torture she's inflicting on me already!* He gave her a cold, hard stare. "You know what a Seer is to the Saijin king, don't you?"
"Of course, m'lord," Lynx said slowly, without hesitation or confusion. "I realize what my position may get me into."
"You only wish, whelp!" Vegeta growled.
"Hardly, sir," Kyleran said, authority edging his voice. "Think about it: this girl's power and your strength! The most powerful being in the galaxy, I'd reckon."
"Do you even realize what you're hinting at, Kyle!? I will :not:, I repeat, will :not: sleep with some thirteen-year-old human girl!"
"The title doesn't lie, sir," Lynx said. ":Seer: Lynx Gunning. You don't have to :do: anything. The people will just suspect, m'lord. One way or another, you're, how do I say this?. . . screwed." Vegeta flinched at Lynx's choice of words. Lynx just laughed. *Mind torture. Oh I'm lovin' this!*
DeLito had left when the conversation had turned to Lynx. He hadn't wanted to think about it. *A thirteen-year-old human, legally insane! I could never. . . no. I never even :hope: that she is his. . . consort. But, the title says she is,* DeLito thought, shaking his head. *But then again. . . Kyleran's right. Their child could quite possibly be the most powerful being in the galaxy!* DeLito knew in his heart, however, that Vegeta would die before. . . sleeping with some girl who's barely a teenager.
The arguement was interrupted, much to Vegeta's relief, by the announcement for the first match to begin. Just before walking out into the stadium, Krillin gave Alex a nervous look.
Alex no longer looked like a cowboy. He wore black cargo pants that were far to big for him, and fell just below his tail, which meant he had Panthara laughing at him for the white and tan tiger-stripe boxers. Just for the hell of it, he had tied a grey snakeskin bandana around his head.
"Wangstah!!" Lynx yelled at him. For those of you who are uneducated in the language of hip hop, "wangstah" is short for "wannabe ganstah". (A/N: That came from school. Duh. Thank you, Jack Whipple! lol)
Alex just rolled his eyes and followed Krilling out onto the stadium. His one good eye never moved from Krillin, which would make "unnerving" an understatement. Krillin had expected Alex to make the first move, and come at him with a full frontal attack. He didn't realize that Alex never followed Vegeta's fighting style. Alex was a lot more intelligent than he looked, and was an ace strategist, planning out an attack before actually following through with it. So Krillin jumped at the opening and threw the first punch. Alex was, needless to say, uneffected. As Krilling was staggering back, either from shock or something else, Alex jumped a foot off the ground and spun around, his heel connecting with Krillin's skull with a dull crack. There were no broken bones, but Krillin had been soundly beaten, knocked unconcious in one hit.
Goku and the others were struck mute, and quickly stepped back when Alex walked among them. The half-Saijin looked bored and annoyed. He hated fighting, and promised that next time would be different; promised himself that next time, he would just stay a spectator.
"He's quite an amazing young man, Vegeta," Lynx said calmly from the shadows behind Vegeta. "Remarkable. Stronger than any man, Saijin or otherwise, on this planet. And yet he abhors fighting. He will be a great military leader someday. Such a pity he refuses to become king."
Vegeta looked back at her one last time, and for the first time that day, he noticed something else about her. Something that seemed so oddly familiar. And then he remembered: Vietnam. "You. . . you wouldn't happen to know a Sargeant Robert Boyer of the Hundred and First Airborne, would you?"
"He would be my grandfather, if you want a straight answer," Lynx replied, staring out at the mass of people. "Gods do I hate humans," she muttered, so quiet only she could hear.
"You know, I've been to Earth before. About forty years ago. I myself fought in the Hundred and First Airborne," Vegeta said, trying to gain Lynx's interest again. "Your grandfather saved my life twice. Your whole family. . . they were some of the most patient people I've ever met. I owe your family something. Anything."
Lynx looked at him coyly. "Anything, huh?"
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I've never been good at writing fight scenes unless it's an animal fight. Well, they've started new episodes of DBZ finally, which means I get to jump times again! All the way to ten years later, at the next tournament! Yayness!
Sorry, Katie. But, look on the bright side, I never actually fought in this one either! Probably not in any other chapters. Oh well! I got to annoy you with more Spanish! Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!! Mwahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!
Disclaimer: If I have to say this one more time, I'm gonna scream. I don't own DBZ, and this is the :last: time I will say it!
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The young girl known as Lynx layed on a bench, curled up like a dog, waiting for her chance to fight. She was supposed to fight in the Junior Division, but Alex got his point across that he knew for a fact that Libre- lobo and Lynx would be fighting each other eventually. There wouldn't have been a stadium left, so she got to fight with the adults. That left a very small chance of her having to face someone dreadfully powerful, like Alex or Panthara.
She twisted her neck around, causing it to pop and crack quietly. Nobody gave her a second glance. *Grr. . . rotted humans. Hehe. . . this'll get a jump out of 'em, it will!* She rose to a dog-style sitting position and arched her back into a sickening angle, producing a loud cracking from the base of her spine to around her collar bone. A few people froze and stared with disgusted expressions, but went back to whatever it was they were doing before. Just to finish off her routine, she popped her knuckles then her toes.
Katie, the girl beside her, sat through the whole show without flinching. "Would you stop that. They're looking at us!"
"Huh," Lynx sniffed. "Ruin muh fun, why doncha." She laid back down and focused her attention on Vegeta. The wolf tail she had acquired through black magic tapped silently against the bench. Alex approached the two and Lynx immediately sat at attention, saluting him like this was the army. "G- general, sir! What is it?"
"I'm warnin' you two now, doncha dare change wolf out there durin' a match," Alex said in a hushed tone. "We don' want these people knowin' there's werewolves about, y'hear?"
"Yessir, General." Lynx nodded.
"And don' call me 'General'! As far as these folks is concerned, I'm nothin' but an uneducated trail boss from Montana," Alex ordered, glancing back over his shoulder at a newcomer who looked like Goku but whose hair was tinted a reddish-brown. "There he is. Now we wait for DeLito."
"W-wait a minute, Gen- I mean, boss! Raven and Diego are fightin' in the tournament, too? Why didn't ya'll tell me?"
"It was a need ta know thing. And you. . . didn't needa know!" Alex stepped aside as the newcomer came forwards. "Now girls-" Katie and Lynx stared at him angrily. He always treated them like little kids. "-when DeLito gets here, don' let that pompous ass talk to no one, y'hear?" The two girls nodded. DeLito was very social, which was strange for a Saijin, and it was hard to keep him from talking to every living thing. The newcomer, Kyleran Raven, had caught DeLito talking to a tree once. Alex put him in handcuffs and threw him in a closet for that.
As Kyleran and Alex walked away, Kyleran said, "We've got a whole squadron of Blackhawks hoverin' out there, and two Mitsubishi Zeros circlin' the place. I hope you know what you're don', mate." He had an Australian accent, and Lynx had told him once that he sounded like Steve Irwin. Lynx learned the hard way that you never tell a Saijin that he sounds like the Crocodile Hunter. But, truth be told, he sounded :identical: to Steve Irwin.
"Steve Irwin," Katie coughed. Her and Lynx started cracking up laughing. It was always a joke among them that Saijins had incredibly comical accents.
Another voice stopped any hopes of converstion. "¡Hola! ¿Cómo usted es, damas?"
Katie and Lynx stared casually at DeLito Diego. DeLito hardly fit the description of "Saijin". He was tall, thin, and wide-eyed. His hair, a dark crimson-brown, was cut a length somewhere between long and short, and it was always greased back. Many people, Alex included, often said something about DeLito, great, intelligent, noble DeLito, being hopelessly behind the times. He was always dressed like some rebel biker, reminding Lynx and Katie of the greasers from S.E. Hinton's "The Outsiders".
"Màs o mènos, Señor Diego," Lynx said in an annoyed tone. DeLito was often a bit too friendly and outgoing for Lynx's liking. "¿Y tù?"
"Bien. Gracias," DeLito replied, nodding.
"Alright! Alright! Enough with the Spanish!" Katie yelled. "DeLito, I :know: you can speak English."
DeLito looked like he had been smacked in the face. "Sorry, Katie. W- where's the General?"
"Alex? He's over there," Lynx said, pointing at Alex, who was busy arguing with Kyleran about something, most likely the shapeshifting. "He said not to call him General. And not to talk to nobody."
"Sí," DeLito said, bowing slightly. "Por supuesto."
"Jener arme Idiot," Lynx said sadly. "Rührend."
Katie nodded, and watched Panthara swagger in like some sort of princess. Which, in a few months, would most likely be true. The tiger caught sight of Kyleran, and she ran up to him calling, "Uncle Kyle! Uncle Kyle!"
It was all poor Kyleran could do to keep from falling over when Panthara hugged him. As he put it, "Tasmanian Tiger versus Siberian Tiger."
"Uncle Kyle, I can't believe yer actually fightin'!"
"Yeah. Let's just hope I don't have to face your father," Kyleran hinted, throwing a strange look Goku's direction. "I don't think I could fight my little brother!"
"Yeah right! What fight? You'd kill 'im with one punch!" Panthara said seriously.
"And then you'd kill me," Kyleran retorted, turning to try and push his way around groups of people to get to Vegeta and DeLito. DeLito hadn't managed to get all the way to Alex, and disobeyed orders by talking with Vegeta.
"M'lord," DeLito said as quietly as he could, "they're angry. The survivors. They keep going on about you."
"I can't go back!" Vegeta hissed. "Not now, not ever!"
"Vegeta," Kyleran broke in, "you :have: to send somebody. What's left of the kingdom, what's left of this :dynasty: is falling. They've listened to me for long enough."
"Don't give me that bullshit, Chancellor," Vegeta threatened Kyleran. "You're greater than that wretched little brother of yours. Kakarott was worthless, but, you. . . if it came down to it, I'd ask you to take my place."
"And I would decline. You know that."
"You have to come back!" DeLito pleaded. "I'm not asking you as Senator, I'm asking you as a friend. We both are. Chancellor Kyleran and I can't hold what remains of the dynasty together. You have to send an heir, at the very least, m'lord."
"What about Alex?"
"James?" Kyleran asked, obviously amused. "That cur? He's turned down the kingdom, too. The boy's a wrangler Vegeta, not a king!"
"Trunks isn't going. He could never handle the kingdom. For one, he's too young. And secondly. . . he doesn't :know: how to live as a Saijin. At least Alex was raised a Saijin."
"Sir?" Lynx interrupted. "At your consent, of course, I would be happy to, uh. . . help."
Kyleran growled. He recognized that tone of voice Lynx was using. That was often how she got her way, no matter how sick it was.
"Help? How could :you: help?" Vegeta asked suspiciously.
"You don't want to know, m'lord. Believe me," Kyleran muttered.
"Keep out of it Chancellor," Lynx ordered. Nobody had ever admitted it, but Lynx had been placed in a higher rank among the Saijin government officials. The only people above her was the royal family.
"And now the great and powerful Chancellor Kyleran Raven is being ordered about by some little human girl?" Vegeta sneered.
"I'm :not: little! I'm thirteen!" Lynx's control had been regained when she broke into the conversation and now she spoke in a British accent, whether she noticed it or not. "And I happen to be Royal Seer." She grinned maliciously.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed then widened as he remembered what "Royal Seer" meant to the Saijin king. "No," he hissed. "Who made her Seer?"
"Uhm. . . I believe it was James, sir," Kyleran said nervously.
Alex was lucky he wasn't there at the moment, because Vegeta would've strangled him to death. "Don't take it personally, Vegeta," Lynx said absentmindedly. "I halfway asked for the rotted job. Alex was just impressed with my :inherited: telepathy. He had nothing to worry about, and as far as he figured, there were no intentions for us to meet."
Vegeta hardly wanted to make eye contact with Lynx, he had a wicked, maniacal expression to her face now. *Somehow. . . she :knows: what a Royal Seer would be to me. And she's thoroughly enjoying the torture she's inflicting on me already!* He gave her a cold, hard stare. "You know what a Seer is to the Saijin king, don't you?"
"Of course, m'lord," Lynx said slowly, without hesitation or confusion. "I realize what my position may get me into."
"You only wish, whelp!" Vegeta growled.
"Hardly, sir," Kyleran said, authority edging his voice. "Think about it: this girl's power and your strength! The most powerful being in the galaxy, I'd reckon."
"Do you even realize what you're hinting at, Kyle!? I will :not:, I repeat, will :not: sleep with some thirteen-year-old human girl!"
"The title doesn't lie, sir," Lynx said. ":Seer: Lynx Gunning. You don't have to :do: anything. The people will just suspect, m'lord. One way or another, you're, how do I say this?. . . screwed." Vegeta flinched at Lynx's choice of words. Lynx just laughed. *Mind torture. Oh I'm lovin' this!*
DeLito had left when the conversation had turned to Lynx. He hadn't wanted to think about it. *A thirteen-year-old human, legally insane! I could never. . . no. I never even :hope: that she is his. . . consort. But, the title says she is,* DeLito thought, shaking his head. *But then again. . . Kyleran's right. Their child could quite possibly be the most powerful being in the galaxy!* DeLito knew in his heart, however, that Vegeta would die before. . . sleeping with some girl who's barely a teenager.
The arguement was interrupted, much to Vegeta's relief, by the announcement for the first match to begin. Just before walking out into the stadium, Krillin gave Alex a nervous look.
Alex no longer looked like a cowboy. He wore black cargo pants that were far to big for him, and fell just below his tail, which meant he had Panthara laughing at him for the white and tan tiger-stripe boxers. Just for the hell of it, he had tied a grey snakeskin bandana around his head.
"Wangstah!!" Lynx yelled at him. For those of you who are uneducated in the language of hip hop, "wangstah" is short for "wannabe ganstah". (A/N: That came from school. Duh. Thank you, Jack Whipple! lol)
Alex just rolled his eyes and followed Krilling out onto the stadium. His one good eye never moved from Krillin, which would make "unnerving" an understatement. Krillin had expected Alex to make the first move, and come at him with a full frontal attack. He didn't realize that Alex never followed Vegeta's fighting style. Alex was a lot more intelligent than he looked, and was an ace strategist, planning out an attack before actually following through with it. So Krillin jumped at the opening and threw the first punch. Alex was, needless to say, uneffected. As Krilling was staggering back, either from shock or something else, Alex jumped a foot off the ground and spun around, his heel connecting with Krillin's skull with a dull crack. There were no broken bones, but Krillin had been soundly beaten, knocked unconcious in one hit.
Goku and the others were struck mute, and quickly stepped back when Alex walked among them. The half-Saijin looked bored and annoyed. He hated fighting, and promised that next time would be different; promised himself that next time, he would just stay a spectator.
"He's quite an amazing young man, Vegeta," Lynx said calmly from the shadows behind Vegeta. "Remarkable. Stronger than any man, Saijin or otherwise, on this planet. And yet he abhors fighting. He will be a great military leader someday. Such a pity he refuses to become king."
Vegeta looked back at her one last time, and for the first time that day, he noticed something else about her. Something that seemed so oddly familiar. And then he remembered: Vietnam. "You. . . you wouldn't happen to know a Sargeant Robert Boyer of the Hundred and First Airborne, would you?"
"He would be my grandfather, if you want a straight answer," Lynx replied, staring out at the mass of people. "Gods do I hate humans," she muttered, so quiet only she could hear.
"You know, I've been to Earth before. About forty years ago. I myself fought in the Hundred and First Airborne," Vegeta said, trying to gain Lynx's interest again. "Your grandfather saved my life twice. Your whole family. . . they were some of the most patient people I've ever met. I owe your family something. Anything."
Lynx looked at him coyly. "Anything, huh?"
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I've never been good at writing fight scenes unless it's an animal fight. Well, they've started new episodes of DBZ finally, which means I get to jump times again! All the way to ten years later, at the next tournament! Yayness!
Sorry, Katie. But, look on the bright side, I never actually fought in this one either! Probably not in any other chapters. Oh well! I got to annoy you with more Spanish! Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!! Mwahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!