A/N:I don't own DBZ yadda yadda yadda, all martial arts tournament fighters are my creation. Oh and you'll notice a strange line of symbols, that signifies a flashback.







Liana sat mouth open at the lookout. Gohan, and Klikk had explained (with many problems) what was happening. They told her about the Dragon balls, about Ven, and about the situation.

"No! This is just to hard to believe." Liana cried. "Dragon balls? Wishes? Little green Martians?"

"Nameks." Dende corrected.

"And a 200 year old man that has magically lived since the battle against cell." Liana continued.

"You were the one that told me to find Gohan." Klikk reminded her.

"Well I was a moron, he must be lying."

"I would have thought so, but in the last 3 days I have seen things that I can barely believe." Klikk understood Liana's confusion but was trying to get her to listen. "Liana, I flew you back here, and your staring at a 200 year old Sayjin, a giant Grey alien, and the earth's guardian. Don't you think you can believe what your looking at."

"... you make a good argument."

"Its been a long day." Dende interrupted. "And tomorrow you need to get the other dragon balls from Ven." Klikk nodded and left the room with Gohan to sleep.



That night Klikk got barely any sleep and he walked out of his room early in the morning. No one else was up, but he heard something very faint in the distance. Klikk went to the edge of the lookout and realized it was right below him. Klikk jumped off the edge and slowly floated down to Korin's tower, where the cat was up watching television. Klikk smirked and walked over to him. "Anything good on?"

"You might want to see this." Korin flipped to a different channel where a reporter stood. "As we have been announcing the last few days a new invitational worlds strongest tournament will take place today. We have word that all have accepted except for Klikk Zoku." A picture of Klikk was shown on the TV and his eyes went wide with surprise. "As Zoku has not made any contact with the organization."

"Oh shoot!" Klikk wiped a hand through his hair. "In my condition I could win that no problem!"

"But don't you have a job to do." Korin reminded him.

"Gohan is stronger then me, let him do it, besides prize fighting is my job, this is just a favour." Klikk shook his head and fly back up to the lookout.



When Klikk reached the lookout everyone was up and eating. "Hey Klikk." Shikkan called waving him to the table. "Food is getting cold... and eaten by Gohan"

"I'm not that hungry I'm just going to head out." Klikk said quietly running to where he kept his equipment.

"What? Klikk I would advise against going and fighting Ven in your condition." Gohan cautioned, sense Klikk tensity.

"I'm not fighting Ven." Klikk said quickly.

"Hold it!" Gohan stood up and Klikk stopped. Gohan walked over and the two were face to face. "I know the Martial Arts Tournament is important to you but you are the world's only hope!"

"Its my job, and besides your stronger then me."

"Its not that I'm stronger, I have a lot less stamina, and you are getting stronger."

"I'm sorry Gohan but I have to go."

"Klikk please, look into your heart, what does it tell you?" Gohan asked, hoping to turn Klikk's opinion.

"It tells me that I can win this tournament, but I can't beat Ven." Klikk jumping into the air and flew away from the lookout.



Klikk arrived at Kikou Island, where the World Martial Arts Invitational would be held. He had flown non stop from the tower and made it by mid day. Out of breath Klikk ran to the head desk.

"Mr. Zoku." The man was slightly surprised. "We didn't think you would be coming."

"Sorry I haven't checked my mail in a few days, I'm not too late am I?" Klikk hoped he wasn't.

"I don't think so." he checked a clip board. "You just made it, you should hurry though to the main Area, the drawing begins in 7 minutes."

"Thanks." Klikk gave the man a thumbs up and ran towards a door. He was familiar with the arena, as he had fought in a few tournaments there, and went down a long hall before turning and arriving in a locker room. Inside he saw many familiar faces there, including Jared, and the current champion Piolo, a very muscular and cocky man, often quoted as the 'Hercule of our generation.' Klikk laughed on the inside this day he would be crowned as the worlds best fighter, and he knew only Jared would put up the smallest of a fight. Eight fighters in total were in the room, Klikk knew that was all of them, there would be four matches, meaning he would have to fight three times. "No problem." Klikk said to himself.

"Now all of my worthy opponents!" Piolo shouted, standing up. "I want to wish you all good luck, now none of you actually have a short at beating me, but I see some familiar faces from last tournament, and hopefully you will have the honor of being defeated by the great Piolo."

"He is full of crap." Klikk smirked.

"Hey guys." A tournament attendant looked in and glanced around the room. "Good your all here. Come out to the tournament grounds as I announce your name, you guys are going to pick numbers to tell who you will be fighting." Klikk followed the other fighters out the room and into a open area where the fighters waited to do battle. He watched the announcer walk onto the stage and pick up a microphone.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Invitational Martial Arts Tournament!" The crowd let out a roar, Klikk couldn't wait until he went out there. "First we introduce the champion, Piolo!" Piolo walked out as the crowd hushed, as they waited to see if he would say something. Piolo walked to the box and picked out a number. It was number 1 and the champ held it up for all to see.

"That champ is number one!" Piolo shouted and the crowd went wild cheering. Klikk shook his head at the stupidity of the fans, he would soon surpass Piolo. The other six were called out, and finally it was Klikk's turn.

"And making a last minute response, the third placer of the last tournament, Klikk Zoku!" Klikk got a large applause as he went to the ring (though not as much as Piolo did.) He stopped at the top where the other fighters were and walked to the announcer. "Hey, nice to see you showed up." The announcer said quietly to Klikk.

"Traffic was bad." Klikk rolled his eyes and picked the last number, which of course was number 4.

"Naturally Klikk has number four, which means he is fighting Turle in his fist match, now we'll have a half hour break while we wait for the matches to begin!" Klikk walked back to the area of waiting and sat down to ponder the fight. he was very close to his full power but this was a fight he was awaiting. Scenes replayed in Klikk's mind of the last martial arts tournament.

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Klikk was looking straight At the man they call Turle. Klikk had not yet seen him fight, as he had been busy with his fans, but people said Turle was a rising star. Klikk didn't care though, this was Turle's first tournament and Klikk was a great fighter, known by many people. This was his time to beat the tournament, he would win! Klikk got into his fighting stance, he had a few special moves that wowed the crowd, and he wanted to give them a good show.

"You ready?" Klikk asked.

"You bet." Turle gave him a thumbs up and the crowd cheer, Klikk began to be infuriated. Klikk ran at Turle and gave him a flying kick, but Turle side stepped and hit him with a quick side kick. Klikk growled and spun at Turle with a kick of his own that Turle blocked. The rest was a blur to Klikk he could remember punches and kicks fast and striking him a lot, but never all that hard. By the end Klikk was very angry and got ready.

"Death Spear Strike!" Klikk ran at Turle and then dived at him, ready to deliver his finisher and the crowd went wild knowing Turle would be finished. Turle shocked the crowd by fall backwards right as Klikk dived and as Klikk flew over him Turle used his feet to propel Klikk even farther and out of the arena.

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Klikk hated himself, it was stupid of him to get that mad, and everyone laughed at him. Everyone in the stadium! Right now he could blow up everyone who had been there. Klikk knew it was nothing to be ashamed of, everyone had forgotten his loss by now, but it still made him angry. Klikk sat there thinking, second guessing his choice to leave to be in the tournament. Suddenly he felt a light kick from one of the tournament attendants.

"Excuse me sir, Piolo's match ended quickly with his amazing victory and your up now." Klikk stood to his feet and looked walked towards the arena without saying anything, Turle had already been announced, and now the announcer was giving Klikk's name.

"And the third placer of last tournament Klikk Zoku!" Klikk walked out to an applause and held up his hand in the air. This was when he was truly happy. It was his turn to embarrass Turle. Klikk made it into the ring and stood eye to eye with Turle, his opponent smiling. "A match that carries from last year when Klikk was defeated by Turle, letting Turle go onto the finals." The announcer then looked to both fighters. "You two know the rules, know killing, nothing below the belt, and no injuring the crowd." Klikk got into a fighting stance but Turle just smirked and shouted to the crowd.

"I hope that my opponent will let this match last longer then a minute this time! Do you know why he didn't show up until the last minute? He was afraid of me, but hopefully he has enough courage to put up a fight this time." Boos, cheers, and laughter came from everyone in the audience, but Klikk struggled to keep his cool. Turle got into a fighting stance and Klikk ran at him. Klikk's speed was much faster then it had been last time they fought and this time he delivered a knee to Turle's stomach. Turle gasped and grabbed his gut, the pain was incredible and Klikk watched on in amusement. He gave a hard chop to Turle's back and his opponent fell to the ground in pain. Klikk stepped on his back forcing him to the ground and held up his hands, most of the crowd went crazy cheering for him. Klikk was over joyed now, he loved nothing more then the crowd's approval. He picked Turle up bu the hair until he stood up.

"Am I the greatest fighter?" Klikk asked menacingly, Turle said nothing so Klikk punched him in the stomach. "Am I the greatest fighter?!?"

"Yes, yes." Turle cried.

"The audience can't hear you." Klikk hissed.

"Klikk is the greatest fighter!" Turle shouted it loud and the crowd began to laugh at him. Klikk laughed and threw Turle out of the ring.

"Your winner is Klikk!" The announcer called to the crowd and they cheered Klikk as he left the ring, his arms held in the air.



Dende stood on the lookout, knowing everything that was happening, and frowning. "Klikk..."