Saiyan Visions and Adventures: Saiyan Feminine

By Moonraker One

CHAPTER SEVEN - Hercule's Private Martial Arts Tournament

As Kakaritta woke up this new morning, she stretched, showered, put on new clothes, and prepared for her day. She walked into the living room, and saw that Bulma was in the living room, watching television. She walked up closer, and saw that on the television was Hercule, and he was making his usual ass of himself, and the people were buying into it. He was saying that he was hosting a tournament. Naturally, Kakaritta was interested.

"Bulma," she said, "why'd you come here?"

Bulma looked up. "I've got nothing to do for another week thanks to you."

Kakaritta blushed. "Sorry," she replied, "it's just that when I work, I get an awful lot done in a very short time."

"Yeah, I noticed," Bulma jokingly said. "You don't have to come to work today, you can take the day off. Don't worry, you'll still be paid."

Kakaritta tore off out the door, and flew to the forest to get her usual breakfast. She decided this time that since she had fish last time, she would today eat something bigger. Something that walked on land. Once she landed in the forest, she kept very still and felt the air for disturbances. Out from behind a tree leapt a bear. She waited for it to come closer to her, then she quickly grabbed its head, and broke the neck, killing it.

Yee! She thought. Fried bear for breakfast! Yum!

She loaded the animal onto a pile of wood, and lit up the entire congregation with a small energy blast. After eating the meat, she took the skin to the lake, and washed it off; voila! A brand new fur coat. She was a Saiyan, and Saiyans never wasted anything. After taking the fur coat back to Goku's house, she tore off towards the main city so that she could get some more info on this tournament that Hercule was hosting.

"I'm sorry," the man at the desk replied, "but women aren't allowed to participate."

She reached over the table, and lifted up the man by his neck. He quickly changed his mind, and wrote her name on the competitor's list. She set him down.

"Nice to see we could discuss this like sane people," she said, walking towards the main area.

Hercule was training in front of everyone, showing off what strength he had, making a complete ass of himself, as usual. This is going to be fun, she thought. And, she probably was right; Hercule was broadcasting live to all of the people of Earth who had access to television, and if anyone defeated him, it wouldn't be small news.

The announcer picked up his microphone, and said, "Ladies and Gentlemen! The tournament has begun! Would any and all competitors come down to the main area at once!"

Kakaritta came down to the main area where all the other fighters were gathering for the tournament. This tournament was somewhat unique to the world martial arts tournament. First of all, Hercule would fight whoever won the battle royal. The battle royal is where all the fighters fight each other in the ring at the same time, all fifty of them. As she walked into the ring, with the others, she noticed that all her competition was weak.

BRRING! The fight had begun. Everyone was hurling fists at each other, along with feet and fast flying maneuvers. Kakaritta, who was smack dab in the middle, had the most of any fighter coming right at her.

KYAM! The sound of her backhanding the one standing behind her was audible throughout the arena. She delivered a standing sidekick to the one standing beside her, sending him and six others into the far wall. She then nailed the one directly in front of her in the gut, sending him sprawling out on the floor in seconds. After a few minutes of high-octane action, which was not very intense for her, she was alone with four people surrounding her in box-fashion.

"So," she said, egging the others on. "You wanna play hard?"

She pointed her extended palms at the two directly beside her on each side, and sent them into the wall with a small release of ki. For the person behind her, she nailed him in the chin with an uppercut, sending him high and then down to the ground. It was now down to her and the last guy. He didn't want to suffer the same fate as these others; he surrendered.

The announcer came out into the large fighter's area surrounded by a large green circle. The area was open, except for a green marking on the floor.

"Now," he said, looking at his sheet. "For the final fight, it will be: Kakaritta and Hercule, duking it out in the final match of this short tournament!"

The crowd cheered, but had their doubts about Kakaritta's chances of winning. Her chances of winning, were perfectly one. And for those who know probabilities, if your chance is one, it means you can't lose.

"So, I see a woman has decided to take on the World Champ!" Hercule said, doing his usual poses. "I hope you can fight as good as you look!"

Better, you asshole, she thought.

As soon as the fight started, he tried to punch her in the head. This left him wide open to be nailed in the gut, and then, kneed in the face, sending him to the floor, unconscious. The crowd was silent for a whole seventeen seconds, when they all started cheering her name. The New World Champ, Kakaritta, was now in the crowd's eyes as the greatest. It was the least they could do for her.