Thanks! I'm glad you didn't forget my Fic's. ^_^ Ugh I'm at the part in the
story I don't care for but it does need to be told. The last two first
round elimination battles, between 18 and Hercule, Goku and Videl. I'm
pretty sure you all know whose going to win these rounds but I have to
write them any way. So with that out of my system here I go.
Oops well one more thing.. These next two fights are going to take two chapters. You might wonder why if I dislike this part so much. This is all I can say.. What I don't like doing I do well so I don't have to do it again. Great logic don't you think ^^
Hercule trembled as he stood facing his opponent. His memory might not be what it once was but he could remember the woman who stood before him. He had seen with his own two eyes, her being regurgitated from the body of Cell. What strength she must posses to have survived that. Awkwardly he took his fighting stance, praying under his breath to come out of this fight in one piece.
Eighteen stood across from him, unworried and rather bored. She was surprised that he was even staying in the ring, as much as he was shaking. With a flip of her hair she regard him coolly, assessing him with her icy eyes. He seemed to quake even harder under her gaze and she laughed inwardly. Sheer pride was the only thing keeping him in the ring, there was no doubt in her mind that she could use that to her advantage.
The title of world champion held no appeal to her. She knew without this contest that she could defeat most anyone that challenged her but she was level headed and knew that without the prize money both Krillin and herself would have to find jobs to support themselves and their daughter. She shuddered at the thought; manual labor was not an appealing idea.
The round began and Eighteen smirked, an idea forming in her mind. The man before her was both prideful and rich, a heady combination for someone in her situation. Caring little for what these people thought of her, she could easily throw the match, if he was willing to pay the price.
He attacked, vainly trying to hide his fear as he swung at her. She blocked his fists easily, like batting away flies. She soon made her move though and had him in a headlock within seconds. He gasped, fear and anger pouring from him as he tried, unsuccessfully, to escape her grip.
"Stop struggling and listen," he stilled as she whispered into his ear. Her words made him quiver," If you want to win this round you will have to pay the price."
"What," he gasped, unsure of his own voice.
"I care little for anything in this tournament except the prize money and I really don't wish to go through the whole thing just to get it. So I will cut you a deal, you can advance to the next round in exchange for a little of that cash you have lying around your bank account."
"Why would you do this."
"Call it my lazy side."
Hercule thought for a moment, he could hear the crowd beginning to stir and knew he had to perform. Everything he had was standing on it. "How much."
"Double the prize money."
Hercule coughed, it might be mer pocket change to him but he hated to be parted with it. "That's a lot of money."
"So it's my greedy side," she squeezed her arm tighter around his neck," you won't foul me into thinking you can't pay it. That slight amount won't even make a dent."
"You maybe right."
"Of course I'm right."
"Then prepare to throw the match."
"I thought you'd see it that way," she chuckled but before she let go, gave him a final warning," Oh Hercule if the money isn't delivered to me tomorrow, I'll be by to personally pick it up."
He shook his head, gulping down his fears. He could advance to the next round and be revered has he always had. Slamming his head backward into her own, he released himself from her loosened grip. The crowd roared, ecstatic to see him freed.
"You might have gotten the upper hand before, but never must you forget little girl that you're fighting with the big boys now." Hercule exclaimed, assured of his victory. The crowd cheered even louder, some even standing in the crowd. Eighteen rolled her eyes, un-amused." So prepare to lose."
"Stop talking and fight."
"You asked for it," he scrambled toward her, his fist balled, ready to hit. With all his might Hercule slammed his fist into her, bruising his flesh and merely startling her. She blinked, rolling her eyes at his attempt to defeat her, then lunged backward out of the ring.
It might have been pitiful, but one thing was clear money was money.
Okay that's their fight.. I tried to keep it like it was during the Cell saga but as you can see I didn't quite make it. I just hoped you liked it. Later ~ ^_^
Oops well one more thing.. These next two fights are going to take two chapters. You might wonder why if I dislike this part so much. This is all I can say.. What I don't like doing I do well so I don't have to do it again. Great logic don't you think ^^
Hercule trembled as he stood facing his opponent. His memory might not be what it once was but he could remember the woman who stood before him. He had seen with his own two eyes, her being regurgitated from the body of Cell. What strength she must posses to have survived that. Awkwardly he took his fighting stance, praying under his breath to come out of this fight in one piece.
Eighteen stood across from him, unworried and rather bored. She was surprised that he was even staying in the ring, as much as he was shaking. With a flip of her hair she regard him coolly, assessing him with her icy eyes. He seemed to quake even harder under her gaze and she laughed inwardly. Sheer pride was the only thing keeping him in the ring, there was no doubt in her mind that she could use that to her advantage.
The title of world champion held no appeal to her. She knew without this contest that she could defeat most anyone that challenged her but she was level headed and knew that without the prize money both Krillin and herself would have to find jobs to support themselves and their daughter. She shuddered at the thought; manual labor was not an appealing idea.
The round began and Eighteen smirked, an idea forming in her mind. The man before her was both prideful and rich, a heady combination for someone in her situation. Caring little for what these people thought of her, she could easily throw the match, if he was willing to pay the price.
He attacked, vainly trying to hide his fear as he swung at her. She blocked his fists easily, like batting away flies. She soon made her move though and had him in a headlock within seconds. He gasped, fear and anger pouring from him as he tried, unsuccessfully, to escape her grip.
"Stop struggling and listen," he stilled as she whispered into his ear. Her words made him quiver," If you want to win this round you will have to pay the price."
"What," he gasped, unsure of his own voice.
"I care little for anything in this tournament except the prize money and I really don't wish to go through the whole thing just to get it. So I will cut you a deal, you can advance to the next round in exchange for a little of that cash you have lying around your bank account."
"Why would you do this."
"Call it my lazy side."
Hercule thought for a moment, he could hear the crowd beginning to stir and knew he had to perform. Everything he had was standing on it. "How much."
"Double the prize money."
Hercule coughed, it might be mer pocket change to him but he hated to be parted with it. "That's a lot of money."
"So it's my greedy side," she squeezed her arm tighter around his neck," you won't foul me into thinking you can't pay it. That slight amount won't even make a dent."
"You maybe right."
"Of course I'm right."
"Then prepare to throw the match."
"I thought you'd see it that way," she chuckled but before she let go, gave him a final warning," Oh Hercule if the money isn't delivered to me tomorrow, I'll be by to personally pick it up."
He shook his head, gulping down his fears. He could advance to the next round and be revered has he always had. Slamming his head backward into her own, he released himself from her loosened grip. The crowd roared, ecstatic to see him freed.
"You might have gotten the upper hand before, but never must you forget little girl that you're fighting with the big boys now." Hercule exclaimed, assured of his victory. The crowd cheered even louder, some even standing in the crowd. Eighteen rolled her eyes, un-amused." So prepare to lose."
"Stop talking and fight."
"You asked for it," he scrambled toward her, his fist balled, ready to hit. With all his might Hercule slammed his fist into her, bruising his flesh and merely startling her. She blinked, rolling her eyes at his attempt to defeat her, then lunged backward out of the ring.
It might have been pitiful, but one thing was clear money was money.
Okay that's their fight.. I tried to keep it like it was during the Cell saga but as you can see I didn't quite make it. I just hoped you liked it. Later ~ ^_^