Thanks again to all of you.
But I won't bore you with mindless blather
Just a quick disclaimer and off we go
No own DBZ. Get it, got it, good.
The atmosphere of the yard was under laid with an uneasy tension but inside the teenaged partygoers seemed not to notice. They moved as one, a churning mass of excitement and energy. The ear shattering music, fast paced and voiceless, beat at the walls of the house, driving the dancers onward. One body was undistinguishable from another in the dimming afternoon light, the flash of jewelry acted like brands telling those who knew, who was who. A seemingly endless supply of food was laid out on table in one of the rooms, it's center piece, an elegant birthday cake, was untouched by hands yet shook violently along with the music.
Outside Goku stood, staring hungrily at the dancing cake. His companions mingled about themselves catching up on the past year. In a few of the chairs Chi Chi and Mrs. Brief swapped recipes while Eighteen listened passively, her daughter sleeping in the set next to her. Master Roshi and the Ox-King recounted old tales as Krillin and Yamcha tried to gather Goku's attention away from the food. Mr. Brief was showing the boys, Trunks and Goten his newest invention, catching the interest of Tien and Chiaotzu. Under a tree by himself Vegeta sat ignoring them all, his mind somewhere unknown to the others. His eyes flipped open as he felt some one heading closer to them.
"Goku can't you get your mind off food for just a little while," Puar said as she and Oolong joined Krillin and Yamcha.
"Not when it's going to waste."
"But Goku we have bigger things to think about," Krillin said, "remember Piccolo said he had to talk to all of us about something."
"You won't have to wait much longer, Kakkarot, he's on his way," Vegeta spoke up as he walked over to them, " then I'm sure your wife will allow you to join your son's party."
"I don't care about the party," a dreamy look came to Goku's eyes, "I'm just hungry."
"Dad you really have a one track mind," Gohan said as he and Videl slipped outside, " Don't you even care that Piccolo said it was urgent."
"Gohan, you can't just leave your guests like that," Chi-Chi called over from her chair, " People will think you have bad manors."
"As long as that music is playing I don't think any ones going to notice Mrs. Son," Videl replied for him.
Chi-Chi frowned but returned her attention to Mrs. Brief. Several of them sighed as the look up at the sky waiting for Piccolo to come into view. Out of the corner of his eye Trunks spied him flying in their direction, his white cape snapping behind him. With an embellished gust of wind Piccolo landed in front of them, a look of worry written all over his face that instantly caught Goku's notice.
"It's got to be bad if your more displeased then usual."
A soft mummer dispersed through them until Gohan spoke brining them back into focus," What is it Piccolo. Some out to destroy the Earth again?"
"I wish it was something so simple."
"What do you mean?"
"Can't you feel it. There's a huge Ki some where but neither Dende or myself can pin point it. I was hoping one of you might know where it is."
The Z-gang fell silent as the fighters tried to sense the mysterious Ki. One by one their eyes lit up in confusion as the felt the Ki energy.
"Wow," Krillin stated every ones sentiments; a few nodded their agreement.
"Theirs only one thing I can think of," Vegeta started," with a ki that big, who ever it is, is going to want to fight. More than likely he'll be at the Tournament."
Goku agreed, "Vegeta's right. It would be in our best interest to wait and take him on there," he began to laugh, " He's probably just some space guy who wants to take on the last remaining sayins."
"Then I suggest you and Vegeta get yourselves ready for one dou-ze of a fight," Master Roshi said sharply.
Inside the house the music slowed, one guest popped his head out a window and hollered," Hey, Gohan, Videl, come on you're missing a great party."
A blond stuck her head beside his and added, " Yea birthday boy times time to cut the cake."
At the word cake Goku grab Gohan's arm and dragged him inside, leaving a bemused group of people outside to wonder their fate.
Was just going to leave it there but decided to write some more: (time Change)
The crowds at the tournament were huge, a shuffling throng of people, heading this way and that. Vendors called out their wears, advertising T- shirts, water bottles and other things. Excited children shrieked and ran about as their parents tried to keep up with them. Off on a grassy knoll, the members of the Z- gang stood waiting for Vegeta and Trunks to join them before they signed up for the tournament.
"Hey Vegeta, I've heard of being fashionably late, but this is ridiculous," Goku hollered at the on coming man.
"We wouldn't have been if Grandpa would have let us fly him here," Trunks shouted from behind his father," but he wanted to take his plane. It's slow."
"But safer," Mr. Brief said in his own defense.
Vegeta said nothing. A short silence ensued before Krillin said," Come on lets go sign up before it's too late."
They all followed him to the sign in table where two plump monks sat.
"Next," said one of the monks. Trunks and Goten stood before him," Wonderful two more for the junior division."
"Junior division," Trunks scoffed," we came here to fight in the real tournament."
"Yes well any one under the age of sixteen is only eligible to fight in the junior tournament."
"Fine," the boy's grumbled in unison.
"I guess the rules have changed sense we last fought," Goku said scratching his head in his usual manner.
The rest of them signed up without a scene. The second monk showed them were the elimination competition would take place. With causal good byes the fighters spilt off from the rest of them to go warm up. The warm up arena was filled with confident fighters. Some sat meditating, while others discussed what they were going to do with the prize money.
After about an hour another Monk stood before the crowd, in silence he waited for all eyes to be on him before he spoke, "Fighters, if you will please get into a single file line we will start the elimination round. I'm sure you all remember how this goes. When it's your turn I want you to come up here and punch the bag. That will tells us you're fighting strength. We will choose the sixteen strongest to fight in the actual fights."
"You were right Goku, the tournament has changed sense we last fought," Krillin whispered behind his hand," Remember everyone think light."
The monk continued," Hercule if you will just step up here we can begin the elimination round."
Hercule paraded through the crowd, with all the pomp and pride of a peacock. The hand full of monks at the front of the arena beamed at him like proud parents. With a flashy grin to the crowd he gave the punching bag a mighty wallop and received a decent score, for a human. His followers oohed and ahhed, cheering for him loudly.
"Get a load of this guy," Krillin whispered once more," even after all these years; he's still a freak. Not to mention pathetic."
As Hercule swaggered off once more, the monk glanced down at his clipboard; " Will B please come forward. It's your turn."
A shrouded figure slipped out of the doorway shadows and lightly stepped through the crowds. The people parted as if torn apart, the figure walking in the divide. Whispers began flying through the crowd. Unfazed the figure continued until it stood directly before the monk.
"Ahh you must be B," there was a brief pause as the man answered. His voice inaudible to the crowd," Well you mustn't be nervous. No one can hope to surpass the fighting strength of Hercule," once again the man replied. The other fighters stained to hear but they heard only the monk," Cocky aren't we. Well go ahead."
A delicate hand slipped out from beneath the man's cloak. Drawing back only slightly, he let his hand fly. In the blink of an eye the punching bag lay shattered against the far wall. Every one gawked, the figure turn and began to walk away.
"I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say that's our man," Gohan said to the other shocked Z-members.
The people scrambled to get out of the fighters' way. The part took him directly by the Z-fighters. With purpose that was detectable to everyone, the figure slammed shoulders with Vegeta. Continuing on as though nothing had happened.
"I'm surprised Vegeta," Goku said when the man had disappeared from view," I thought you were going to fly off the handle."
"I couldn't."
"Why not?"
"He smelled familiar," Vegeta answer came out more like a question, confusing the others. In silence they gazed at where the man had disappeared into the shadows.
At last chapter five is done. Not my best work but I hope it will improve.
Please feel free to click on the button below and tell me what you think.
Tah, tah for now.
But I won't bore you with mindless blather
Just a quick disclaimer and off we go
No own DBZ. Get it, got it, good.
The atmosphere of the yard was under laid with an uneasy tension but inside the teenaged partygoers seemed not to notice. They moved as one, a churning mass of excitement and energy. The ear shattering music, fast paced and voiceless, beat at the walls of the house, driving the dancers onward. One body was undistinguishable from another in the dimming afternoon light, the flash of jewelry acted like brands telling those who knew, who was who. A seemingly endless supply of food was laid out on table in one of the rooms, it's center piece, an elegant birthday cake, was untouched by hands yet shook violently along with the music.
Outside Goku stood, staring hungrily at the dancing cake. His companions mingled about themselves catching up on the past year. In a few of the chairs Chi Chi and Mrs. Brief swapped recipes while Eighteen listened passively, her daughter sleeping in the set next to her. Master Roshi and the Ox-King recounted old tales as Krillin and Yamcha tried to gather Goku's attention away from the food. Mr. Brief was showing the boys, Trunks and Goten his newest invention, catching the interest of Tien and Chiaotzu. Under a tree by himself Vegeta sat ignoring them all, his mind somewhere unknown to the others. His eyes flipped open as he felt some one heading closer to them.
"Goku can't you get your mind off food for just a little while," Puar said as she and Oolong joined Krillin and Yamcha.
"Not when it's going to waste."
"But Goku we have bigger things to think about," Krillin said, "remember Piccolo said he had to talk to all of us about something."
"You won't have to wait much longer, Kakkarot, he's on his way," Vegeta spoke up as he walked over to them, " then I'm sure your wife will allow you to join your son's party."
"I don't care about the party," a dreamy look came to Goku's eyes, "I'm just hungry."
"Dad you really have a one track mind," Gohan said as he and Videl slipped outside, " Don't you even care that Piccolo said it was urgent."
"Gohan, you can't just leave your guests like that," Chi-Chi called over from her chair, " People will think you have bad manors."
"As long as that music is playing I don't think any ones going to notice Mrs. Son," Videl replied for him.
Chi-Chi frowned but returned her attention to Mrs. Brief. Several of them sighed as the look up at the sky waiting for Piccolo to come into view. Out of the corner of his eye Trunks spied him flying in their direction, his white cape snapping behind him. With an embellished gust of wind Piccolo landed in front of them, a look of worry written all over his face that instantly caught Goku's notice.
"It's got to be bad if your more displeased then usual."
A soft mummer dispersed through them until Gohan spoke brining them back into focus," What is it Piccolo. Some out to destroy the Earth again?"
"I wish it was something so simple."
"What do you mean?"
"Can't you feel it. There's a huge Ki some where but neither Dende or myself can pin point it. I was hoping one of you might know where it is."
The Z-gang fell silent as the fighters tried to sense the mysterious Ki. One by one their eyes lit up in confusion as the felt the Ki energy.
"Wow," Krillin stated every ones sentiments; a few nodded their agreement.
"Theirs only one thing I can think of," Vegeta started," with a ki that big, who ever it is, is going to want to fight. More than likely he'll be at the Tournament."
Goku agreed, "Vegeta's right. It would be in our best interest to wait and take him on there," he began to laugh, " He's probably just some space guy who wants to take on the last remaining sayins."
"Then I suggest you and Vegeta get yourselves ready for one dou-ze of a fight," Master Roshi said sharply.
Inside the house the music slowed, one guest popped his head out a window and hollered," Hey, Gohan, Videl, come on you're missing a great party."
A blond stuck her head beside his and added, " Yea birthday boy times time to cut the cake."
At the word cake Goku grab Gohan's arm and dragged him inside, leaving a bemused group of people outside to wonder their fate.
Was just going to leave it there but decided to write some more: (time Change)
The crowds at the tournament were huge, a shuffling throng of people, heading this way and that. Vendors called out their wears, advertising T- shirts, water bottles and other things. Excited children shrieked and ran about as their parents tried to keep up with them. Off on a grassy knoll, the members of the Z- gang stood waiting for Vegeta and Trunks to join them before they signed up for the tournament.
"Hey Vegeta, I've heard of being fashionably late, but this is ridiculous," Goku hollered at the on coming man.
"We wouldn't have been if Grandpa would have let us fly him here," Trunks shouted from behind his father," but he wanted to take his plane. It's slow."
"But safer," Mr. Brief said in his own defense.
Vegeta said nothing. A short silence ensued before Krillin said," Come on lets go sign up before it's too late."
They all followed him to the sign in table where two plump monks sat.
"Next," said one of the monks. Trunks and Goten stood before him," Wonderful two more for the junior division."
"Junior division," Trunks scoffed," we came here to fight in the real tournament."
"Yes well any one under the age of sixteen is only eligible to fight in the junior tournament."
"Fine," the boy's grumbled in unison.
"I guess the rules have changed sense we last fought," Goku said scratching his head in his usual manner.
The rest of them signed up without a scene. The second monk showed them were the elimination competition would take place. With causal good byes the fighters spilt off from the rest of them to go warm up. The warm up arena was filled with confident fighters. Some sat meditating, while others discussed what they were going to do with the prize money.
After about an hour another Monk stood before the crowd, in silence he waited for all eyes to be on him before he spoke, "Fighters, if you will please get into a single file line we will start the elimination round. I'm sure you all remember how this goes. When it's your turn I want you to come up here and punch the bag. That will tells us you're fighting strength. We will choose the sixteen strongest to fight in the actual fights."
"You were right Goku, the tournament has changed sense we last fought," Krillin whispered behind his hand," Remember everyone think light."
The monk continued," Hercule if you will just step up here we can begin the elimination round."
Hercule paraded through the crowd, with all the pomp and pride of a peacock. The hand full of monks at the front of the arena beamed at him like proud parents. With a flashy grin to the crowd he gave the punching bag a mighty wallop and received a decent score, for a human. His followers oohed and ahhed, cheering for him loudly.
"Get a load of this guy," Krillin whispered once more," even after all these years; he's still a freak. Not to mention pathetic."
As Hercule swaggered off once more, the monk glanced down at his clipboard; " Will B please come forward. It's your turn."
A shrouded figure slipped out of the doorway shadows and lightly stepped through the crowds. The people parted as if torn apart, the figure walking in the divide. Whispers began flying through the crowd. Unfazed the figure continued until it stood directly before the monk.
"Ahh you must be B," there was a brief pause as the man answered. His voice inaudible to the crowd," Well you mustn't be nervous. No one can hope to surpass the fighting strength of Hercule," once again the man replied. The other fighters stained to hear but they heard only the monk," Cocky aren't we. Well go ahead."
A delicate hand slipped out from beneath the man's cloak. Drawing back only slightly, he let his hand fly. In the blink of an eye the punching bag lay shattered against the far wall. Every one gawked, the figure turn and began to walk away.
"I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say that's our man," Gohan said to the other shocked Z-members.
The people scrambled to get out of the fighters' way. The part took him directly by the Z-fighters. With purpose that was detectable to everyone, the figure slammed shoulders with Vegeta. Continuing on as though nothing had happened.
"I'm surprised Vegeta," Goku said when the man had disappeared from view," I thought you were going to fly off the handle."
"I couldn't."
"Why not?"
"He smelled familiar," Vegeta answer came out more like a question, confusing the others. In silence they gazed at where the man had disappeared into the shadows.
At last chapter five is done. Not my best work but I hope it will improve.
Please feel free to click on the button below and tell me what you think.
Tah, tah for now.