"This is something Vegita found on his last trip out to space." Bulma said as she set a strange looking disk on the table. She pressed a large button on the side of it and then sat back as an image of an old man wearing robes appeared in the air above the disk and began to speak.
"Greetings warrior! I am Prime Minister Javar of Ceti Thersus. I am bringing you news of a challenge and opportunity that nobody will want to miss."
The image changed to a still shot of a powerfully built but aged warrior. "Perhaps you have heard of Armon Ventard, the ruler and protector of our world for the past 1,000 years. He has faced many challenges in his time and always been victorious." The image flipped through several scenes of Armon in fights with opponents of all types. "But time itself is one challenge that could not be overcome, so Armon has decided to retire."
The image of the speaker reappeared in the air. "This is where you come in, warrior. Lord Ventard has decided to share the secrets of his great powers before he leaves us forever. But, he will only share these with the greatest of warriors."
"To find these greatest warriors, Lord Ventard has decided to hold a tournament. One of the greatest and most important tournaments in the galaxy! He invites all warriors to come join in this grand event."
"There are 3 rules to this tournament you must know first."
"Rule number one: This tournament is to find the best and noblest of warriors. Every body must have a fair chance to prove their worth. So there will be no killing. If you cause the death of one of your opponents, you will be banned from the tournament."
"Rule number 2: You must have a team. No single warriors allowed. Teams must be between 2 and 6 members in size. Also, all team members must be of the same race. However, half-breeds will be allowed, but only if all members share one race in common."
"Rule number 3: To be allowed to compete in the tournament, your team must pass 3 trials. The Trial of Strength, The Trial of Skill, and the Trial of Power. If you cannot pass the trials, you will not be able to fight in the tournament."
"If you wish to compete in this grand tournament, bring this message disk to the planet…"
The recording stopped as Bulma pushed the button again. "The rest of the message is about where to find the trials and the time table to do this in."
ChiChi looked over at Bulma and asked, "What does this have to do with us?"
"Nothing." Bulma admitted. "At least, nothing right now. But what happens if somebody like Freiza or Cell got this 'great power' and started trying to rule the galaxy? Should we just wait for evil to come find us and hurt the ones we love, or should we try a little harder and stop that evil before it becomes a danger?"
ChiChi closed her eyes and bowed her head for a minute. "I hate this. I just want my sons to grow up in peace, get a good education and marry a nice girl." She looks up at Gohan with tears in her eyes. "I just want to do what's best for you and Goten."
Vegita stirred and opened his mouth to say something but Bulma put her hand on his shoulder and quickly shook her head to keep Vegita quiet.
Gohan pulled the bag of ice down from his eye and met his mother's gaze. "You have always said we should help the people that we can. This is a chance for me to help many people in a way that very few ever can. Let me do this for all the people on all the worlds out there."
ChiChi smiled sadly and looked over at Vegita. "When do you have to leave?"
"Bulma's father is building me a new ship for the journey. But there is a time limit. Unless we have started on the trials within 6 months, we will not be able to compete."
"Dad thinks it should take him about 4 months to finish the ship, so you have a little time still." Bulma put in. "And you heard the rules, no killing allowed. So, Gohan will not be in any great danger."
"I will make you proud of me, Mom."
"You already do, Gohan." Was the reply.
"Greetings warrior! I am Prime Minister Javar of Ceti Thersus. I am bringing you news of a challenge and opportunity that nobody will want to miss."
The image changed to a still shot of a powerfully built but aged warrior. "Perhaps you have heard of Armon Ventard, the ruler and protector of our world for the past 1,000 years. He has faced many challenges in his time and always been victorious." The image flipped through several scenes of Armon in fights with opponents of all types. "But time itself is one challenge that could not be overcome, so Armon has decided to retire."
The image of the speaker reappeared in the air. "This is where you come in, warrior. Lord Ventard has decided to share the secrets of his great powers before he leaves us forever. But, he will only share these with the greatest of warriors."
"To find these greatest warriors, Lord Ventard has decided to hold a tournament. One of the greatest and most important tournaments in the galaxy! He invites all warriors to come join in this grand event."
"There are 3 rules to this tournament you must know first."
"Rule number one: This tournament is to find the best and noblest of warriors. Every body must have a fair chance to prove their worth. So there will be no killing. If you cause the death of one of your opponents, you will be banned from the tournament."
"Rule number 2: You must have a team. No single warriors allowed. Teams must be between 2 and 6 members in size. Also, all team members must be of the same race. However, half-breeds will be allowed, but only if all members share one race in common."
"Rule number 3: To be allowed to compete in the tournament, your team must pass 3 trials. The Trial of Strength, The Trial of Skill, and the Trial of Power. If you cannot pass the trials, you will not be able to fight in the tournament."
"If you wish to compete in this grand tournament, bring this message disk to the planet…"
The recording stopped as Bulma pushed the button again. "The rest of the message is about where to find the trials and the time table to do this in."
ChiChi looked over at Bulma and asked, "What does this have to do with us?"
"Nothing." Bulma admitted. "At least, nothing right now. But what happens if somebody like Freiza or Cell got this 'great power' and started trying to rule the galaxy? Should we just wait for evil to come find us and hurt the ones we love, or should we try a little harder and stop that evil before it becomes a danger?"
ChiChi closed her eyes and bowed her head for a minute. "I hate this. I just want my sons to grow up in peace, get a good education and marry a nice girl." She looks up at Gohan with tears in her eyes. "I just want to do what's best for you and Goten."
Vegita stirred and opened his mouth to say something but Bulma put her hand on his shoulder and quickly shook her head to keep Vegita quiet.
Gohan pulled the bag of ice down from his eye and met his mother's gaze. "You have always said we should help the people that we can. This is a chance for me to help many people in a way that very few ever can. Let me do this for all the people on all the worlds out there."
ChiChi smiled sadly and looked over at Vegita. "When do you have to leave?"
"Bulma's father is building me a new ship for the journey. But there is a time limit. Unless we have started on the trials within 6 months, we will not be able to compete."
"Dad thinks it should take him about 4 months to finish the ship, so you have a little time still." Bulma put in. "And you heard the rules, no killing allowed. So, Gohan will not be in any great danger."
"I will make you proud of me, Mom."
"You already do, Gohan." Was the reply.