Yeah back to writing.
Oh by the way I don't own DBZ.
"Well Ladies and gentlemen that was a exciting first round and the competition will only get fiercer from now on," the announcer faked his enthusiasm. Things were not going well back stage. With those hot headed competitors he was having a hard time keeping the fights in front of the audience but they didn't need to know that." The second round will start shortly." He paused. Wondering if he had time in between matches to grab aspirin. " If Krillin and Mighty Mask would please come to the ring I think we can get this under way."
Krillin walked to the ring not waiting for his slow opponent. Mighty Mask seemed to be walking better, standing a little straighter and staggering less.
He really must have been drunk, Krillin thought as he watched Mighty Mask attempt the stairs. The fighter stumbled up the short set pausing for balance at the top. After a few minutes he calmly moved to the face him the center of the ring, not making eye contact. With a quick nod to the judges the match began.
Mighty Mask fazed out but Krillin knew where he was headed. He didn't wait for him to reappear, just turned around and kicked. His foot made contact, driving into Mighty Mask's middle.
"You didn't really think you could use my own trick on me did you," Krillin said as they backed up.
Mighty Mask didn't respond and they circled each other carefully, searching for weakness. Krillin could see his opponent was steadier on his feet, but still wobbled around the middle. Hoping to catch him off guard he lunged, fist swinging.
The next few minute past in a blur of fists and feet. Both fighters were very well matched in speed and strength, counter acting each other's moves with little thought. Krillin was beginning to enjoy the match; it was very hard for him to find human's strong enough to fight him.
The audience only saw streaks fly around the ring. They watched, unhappily, as moments later Krillin flew from the ring, a look of surprise clear on his face. Mighty Mask remained in the ring jubilant over his victory.
"What a match folks," came the announcer's voice," would Piccolo and B please come to the arena."
Mighty Mask and Krillin left, walking past the next two competitors. They remained silent as the entered the ring. B's face was still shrouded in his hood, his stance unreadable. Piccolo waited for him to make the first move, not sure what to expect from this fighter.
Without waiting for the judges B walked over to Piccolo and wrapped his hand around his neck, lifting him off the ground. He spoke softly, his words icily calm," I don't want to fight you. We both know that I can easy defeat you, so it would only be a waste of my time and I hate wasting my time."
"What do you expect me to do about it," Piccolo choked out. The hand around his neck tightened slightly, cutting off more air.
"Really Nameck," he scoffed," all these years I thought you where the smart one." His voice hardened as he spoke," What I want is easy. Just forfeit the match and I'll let you live a little longer or, I can crush your neck right now."
***~***
The final three matches of the second round went quickly. Piccolo forfeited to B, Vegeta soundly crushed Gohan and Goku knocked Hercule from the ring. The judges didn't bother giving the fighters the customary break in between rounds, no one had fought enough to warrant one.
Mighty Mask and B stood in the ring facing each other, their expressions hidden by masks. The z- fighters watched expectantly; here were two powerful fighters, the only possibility's for the unknown force and no knew what they were truly up against.
"Lets play a little game Mighty Mask," B's voice rose, his proposition filtering through the stands," the first one to reveal their opponents face wins the match." Mighty Mask didn't respond, so he continued," Of course if you're afraid I understand. You truly must be hideous under that mask."
"I'm not afraid."
"Then we're agreed."
"If you tell why you want to know what I look like."
He laughed, the sound harsh like breaking china," For the same reason you asked me that. I'm merely curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat, you know."
"You'll find Mighty Mask," he took a stance, preparing to fight," that I'm a very hard cat to kill."
Mighty Mask attacked first, going straight for B's head, who dodged easily, bringing up his own leg to catch him in the side. Mighty Mask stumbled backward but caught himself at the edge of ring. B waited for him, standing expectantly in the center; arms cross in impatience. He attacked again; fazing out and trying to catch B off guard but his opponent seemed to know every move he'd make and deflected them effortlessly. They exchanged several blows before B became in raged.
"Come now," B said as he passed him," is this really all you've got or are you just trying to play with me? I'll tell you right now I'm sick of games, either fight me or be prepared to be blasted from the ring."
"You think you can handle me at full power, HA. I'm going to enjoy showing off your look of surprise."
The air around the arena began to crackle as the two fighters powered up. They attacked as one, the sound of their blows ricocheting throughout the stadium. No one, including the z-fighters, could follow their movements. They could merely listen to the sickening blows that were traded.
Minutes past and finally to winded fighters faced each other, hovering over the ring. Their cloaks hung in tatters, only their face still remained obscured from view. A glow began to grow in B's palms, and without a sound he launched his blast at the unsuspecting Mighty Mask.
It drove straight through his middle, tearing him in half. A few screams were heard in the stands, while others gasped in astonishment. Dressed in the haggard remains of Mighty Mask clothes two children hovered in his place.
They were bloody and beaten, breathing erratic and grimacing in pain. They should have fallen but pride held them steady. B's quickly rid himself of the tiny black hair boy, beating him to the ground before either could react. Then he faced the other, watching as anger and pain fought on his face. The boy's purple hair was covered in blood; he'd clearly taken most of the hits straight in the head. He struggled to remain floating, unwilling to admit defeat.
B grasped the injured lad by his GI, pulling him forward to laugh in his face." What luck, you're just the boy I wanted to kill."
His slammed into Trunk's face, knocking him unconscious. He now hung limply, unable to defend himself from the final blow. B's free hand began to glow, the bright light leaping forth. He held it to the child's chest, aiming for the heart.
As it began to burn at his flesh, B seemed to take pity on him, shooting it skyward instead. He dropped the boy, letting him tumble back to earth. Goten barely caught him, dragging him to the edge of ring and to momentary safety. B landed on his feet before the boy's.
"Why did you spare him," Goten asked with as much bravo as his trembling voice would allow.
"It simple really. If I kill him I won't be able to fight Vegeta in the next round and I want to rid myself of him first."
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Ohh, I think I liked that. What do you all think?? Hum.. Just review and let me know. ^^
P.S. I want to say thank you to every one who reviewed last chapter. It's wonderful of you.
Oh by the way I don't own DBZ.
"Well Ladies and gentlemen that was a exciting first round and the competition will only get fiercer from now on," the announcer faked his enthusiasm. Things were not going well back stage. With those hot headed competitors he was having a hard time keeping the fights in front of the audience but they didn't need to know that." The second round will start shortly." He paused. Wondering if he had time in between matches to grab aspirin. " If Krillin and Mighty Mask would please come to the ring I think we can get this under way."
Krillin walked to the ring not waiting for his slow opponent. Mighty Mask seemed to be walking better, standing a little straighter and staggering less.
He really must have been drunk, Krillin thought as he watched Mighty Mask attempt the stairs. The fighter stumbled up the short set pausing for balance at the top. After a few minutes he calmly moved to the face him the center of the ring, not making eye contact. With a quick nod to the judges the match began.
Mighty Mask fazed out but Krillin knew where he was headed. He didn't wait for him to reappear, just turned around and kicked. His foot made contact, driving into Mighty Mask's middle.
"You didn't really think you could use my own trick on me did you," Krillin said as they backed up.
Mighty Mask didn't respond and they circled each other carefully, searching for weakness. Krillin could see his opponent was steadier on his feet, but still wobbled around the middle. Hoping to catch him off guard he lunged, fist swinging.
The next few minute past in a blur of fists and feet. Both fighters were very well matched in speed and strength, counter acting each other's moves with little thought. Krillin was beginning to enjoy the match; it was very hard for him to find human's strong enough to fight him.
The audience only saw streaks fly around the ring. They watched, unhappily, as moments later Krillin flew from the ring, a look of surprise clear on his face. Mighty Mask remained in the ring jubilant over his victory.
"What a match folks," came the announcer's voice," would Piccolo and B please come to the arena."
Mighty Mask and Krillin left, walking past the next two competitors. They remained silent as the entered the ring. B's face was still shrouded in his hood, his stance unreadable. Piccolo waited for him to make the first move, not sure what to expect from this fighter.
Without waiting for the judges B walked over to Piccolo and wrapped his hand around his neck, lifting him off the ground. He spoke softly, his words icily calm," I don't want to fight you. We both know that I can easy defeat you, so it would only be a waste of my time and I hate wasting my time."
"What do you expect me to do about it," Piccolo choked out. The hand around his neck tightened slightly, cutting off more air.
"Really Nameck," he scoffed," all these years I thought you where the smart one." His voice hardened as he spoke," What I want is easy. Just forfeit the match and I'll let you live a little longer or, I can crush your neck right now."
***~***
The final three matches of the second round went quickly. Piccolo forfeited to B, Vegeta soundly crushed Gohan and Goku knocked Hercule from the ring. The judges didn't bother giving the fighters the customary break in between rounds, no one had fought enough to warrant one.
Mighty Mask and B stood in the ring facing each other, their expressions hidden by masks. The z- fighters watched expectantly; here were two powerful fighters, the only possibility's for the unknown force and no knew what they were truly up against.
"Lets play a little game Mighty Mask," B's voice rose, his proposition filtering through the stands," the first one to reveal their opponents face wins the match." Mighty Mask didn't respond, so he continued," Of course if you're afraid I understand. You truly must be hideous under that mask."
"I'm not afraid."
"Then we're agreed."
"If you tell why you want to know what I look like."
He laughed, the sound harsh like breaking china," For the same reason you asked me that. I'm merely curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat, you know."
"You'll find Mighty Mask," he took a stance, preparing to fight," that I'm a very hard cat to kill."
Mighty Mask attacked first, going straight for B's head, who dodged easily, bringing up his own leg to catch him in the side. Mighty Mask stumbled backward but caught himself at the edge of ring. B waited for him, standing expectantly in the center; arms cross in impatience. He attacked again; fazing out and trying to catch B off guard but his opponent seemed to know every move he'd make and deflected them effortlessly. They exchanged several blows before B became in raged.
"Come now," B said as he passed him," is this really all you've got or are you just trying to play with me? I'll tell you right now I'm sick of games, either fight me or be prepared to be blasted from the ring."
"You think you can handle me at full power, HA. I'm going to enjoy showing off your look of surprise."
The air around the arena began to crackle as the two fighters powered up. They attacked as one, the sound of their blows ricocheting throughout the stadium. No one, including the z-fighters, could follow their movements. They could merely listen to the sickening blows that were traded.
Minutes past and finally to winded fighters faced each other, hovering over the ring. Their cloaks hung in tatters, only their face still remained obscured from view. A glow began to grow in B's palms, and without a sound he launched his blast at the unsuspecting Mighty Mask.
It drove straight through his middle, tearing him in half. A few screams were heard in the stands, while others gasped in astonishment. Dressed in the haggard remains of Mighty Mask clothes two children hovered in his place.
They were bloody and beaten, breathing erratic and grimacing in pain. They should have fallen but pride held them steady. B's quickly rid himself of the tiny black hair boy, beating him to the ground before either could react. Then he faced the other, watching as anger and pain fought on his face. The boy's purple hair was covered in blood; he'd clearly taken most of the hits straight in the head. He struggled to remain floating, unwilling to admit defeat.
B grasped the injured lad by his GI, pulling him forward to laugh in his face." What luck, you're just the boy I wanted to kill."
His slammed into Trunk's face, knocking him unconscious. He now hung limply, unable to defend himself from the final blow. B's free hand began to glow, the bright light leaping forth. He held it to the child's chest, aiming for the heart.
As it began to burn at his flesh, B seemed to take pity on him, shooting it skyward instead. He dropped the boy, letting him tumble back to earth. Goten barely caught him, dragging him to the edge of ring and to momentary safety. B landed on his feet before the boy's.
"Why did you spare him," Goten asked with as much bravo as his trembling voice would allow.
"It simple really. If I kill him I won't be able to fight Vegeta in the next round and I want to rid myself of him first."
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Ohh, I think I liked that. What do you all think?? Hum.. Just review and let me know. ^^
P.S. I want to say thank you to every one who reviewed last chapter. It's wonderful of you.