An- Sorry for the long update. our internet was murdered (by the cable
guys, no less) then when it finaly came back on, our computer decied to
die, leaving me with no way to type or update my story. see, I already had
several chapters writen while we didn't have internet, then I lost them.
Then, as if that weren't enough, the cable died again. . ^-^" But I'm
back!
wooooow.. we get to the tournament today ^-^ or the preliminaries, at
least. sorry I haven't been to constant updating, but we're getting a cable
upgrade and it's taking them forever so the internets been going on and off
lately. Thanks goes out there to GetaChan for reviewing not once but twice
^-^ I tmakes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside knowing at least one person
out there is reading this
Chapter five- The tournament!!!! Finally!!!!
~With Mirai and the chibis~
All the chibi's were hyper after their breakfast consiting entierly of sugar-based products, and poor Mirai was left to deal with them. Gohan, Krilin, Yamucha and Goku had departed for the preliminaries about fiveteen minuites ago, and the DB gang had learned to stay away from the hyper deamons. Poor Trunks was beginning to see why Gohan used duct tape on them.
"Heymiraicanwegoseethefightingcanwepleasepleaseplease?"
"NononononoIwanagoseethegamessothenicanwinaprizeandtakeithomeandshowittomomm y!"
The timetraveler was getting a headache. He wasn't sure how to deal with them. He heard the DB gang gasp/scream in surpise and looked behind hiself to see- (heh heh, mini cliffy!)
~With Gohan and the others~
/God, these matches are so slow. And boring. And weak. And-/ The eldest son (gohan) replayed every word in his large vocabulary that shared some semblance of the word 'stupid'. Once he finished with the English languege, he moved on to Sayain, then Namekian. In case you couldn't tell, Son Gohan was board.
He had breezed through his matches so far, and was waiting for his final match to begin. He checked up on Goku and the others to make sure they were doing well.
"Will fighers 28 and 32 please step up into the ring for their final match to determin the fighters in the final rounds." The overseeing monk souted at the crowd.
/About time./ Gohan growled mentaly, steping up into the arena. He noticed out of the corner of his eye the Goku, Yamucha and Kuririn had lined up on the side to watch his fight. The demi-sayian smirked. His opponent obviously favored brawn over brain. He was a muscular man indeed, but his stature suggested that his teknique consisted mainly of forcing his opponent out of the ring by his sheer size.
"Begin"
Gohan didn't even bother to srop into a stance. Almost immediately his opponent rushed him in an attempt to push him out of the ring. The hybrid smirked and jumped over his collosal enemy. The large man rushed him again. Gohan smirked again. Gohan was about to jump when he sensed a familiar ki. /It couldn't be./ In that fateful second in witch Gohan wans't paying attention, his opponent made contact. (Another mini cliffy! Boy, this is fun ^-^)
~Back with Mirai and the chibi's~
Mirai looked at the figure who had sudenly apeared and knocked the turtle hermit into the wall with seemingly no effort. (three guesses who)
"D-Dad?!?!?!?" (wow, you got it ^-^)
The spiky-haired fighter looked at hi future-form son with a look of indifferance.
"There you are brat! It's about time I found you all. Where's kakkorot's other brat?"
"Wait, you mean that Vegeta (Gohan) guy who was with him?" Bulma asked. Vegeta rased and eyebrow questionalbly. "He's fighting in the preliminaries now with goku and the others." Vegeta turned to his son.
"Explain." The prince demanded, poking Mirai in the chest.
"Well, um, you see, er, that is."
"Spit it out brat!" The prince growled angerly.
The Demi-sayian sighed and the two began conversin in sayia-go (sayian languege)
~Back to Gohan ^-^~
Gohan walked out of the ring as the monks bearing a streacher with his opponent marched out. He smirked as many of the contestants parted to allow him through. Of course, it woul be a lie to say he was happy with how the fight had gone. He never should have alowed his opponent to come in contact with him, and the sudden apearance of Vegeta's ki was no decent excuse.
He lifted his head. 'oh, right. Vegeta's ki.' the demi-sayain sighed and left the prliminary area in search of the spiky- haired sayian.
~Back (again) with Mirai and the chibi's, but now with the adition of Vegeta ^-^~
(still speaking in saiya-go)
"So that's what happened, dad." Mirai finished explaining. "Now why did you knock the turtle hermit into the wall? Not that he didn't deserve it."
The sayain prince snorted. "Why do you think? The old man was acting like the perverted freak that he is."
"How could you tell?" Mirai questioned.
"One does not trip on nothing and happen to land with his face in a women's chest on accident, brat." His father growled.
Mirai blinked, then turned and punched the old pervert into another wall. Vegeta smirked, and began talking in English again.
"I've taught you well, kid."
The rest of the db gang stood in shock. Not only had this strange, spiky haired man
(now revealed to be the father of that mild-manered, polite purple-haired teenager) suddenly apeared and swiped Roshi away from bulma without breaking a sweat, he and Mirai had begun to converse in a diffferent, unknown languege. Then, as if that weren't enough, the polite young man had suddenly decided to take a swat at the old master. And his father seemed quite proud of him at that!
"Vegeta!? What the hell are you doing here!?"
AN- heh heh, guess who ^-^ I wonder. Anyhow, I've got the next chappie all ready to go (assuming the cable guys don't kill our computer next), annd all I need to do is upload then publish it. Some reveiws might motivate me to get it donge a weeeee bit faster ^-^"
Wow, there are still no little number thingies. But you guys probably don't miss 'em, do you?
Word count for this chapter- 1061. A little on the low side (I think), but I think it's enough to at least keep you guys entertained for about 5 minuites. ^-^"
Review!!!!
Chapter five- The tournament!!!! Finally!!!!
~With Mirai and the chibis~
All the chibi's were hyper after their breakfast consiting entierly of sugar-based products, and poor Mirai was left to deal with them. Gohan, Krilin, Yamucha and Goku had departed for the preliminaries about fiveteen minuites ago, and the DB gang had learned to stay away from the hyper deamons. Poor Trunks was beginning to see why Gohan used duct tape on them.
"Heymiraicanwegoseethefightingcanwepleasepleaseplease?"
"NononononoIwanagoseethegamessothenicanwinaprizeandtakeithomeandshowittomomm y!"
The timetraveler was getting a headache. He wasn't sure how to deal with them. He heard the DB gang gasp/scream in surpise and looked behind hiself to see- (heh heh, mini cliffy!)
~With Gohan and the others~
/God, these matches are so slow. And boring. And weak. And-/ The eldest son (gohan) replayed every word in his large vocabulary that shared some semblance of the word 'stupid'. Once he finished with the English languege, he moved on to Sayain, then Namekian. In case you couldn't tell, Son Gohan was board.
He had breezed through his matches so far, and was waiting for his final match to begin. He checked up on Goku and the others to make sure they were doing well.
"Will fighers 28 and 32 please step up into the ring for their final match to determin the fighters in the final rounds." The overseeing monk souted at the crowd.
/About time./ Gohan growled mentaly, steping up into the arena. He noticed out of the corner of his eye the Goku, Yamucha and Kuririn had lined up on the side to watch his fight. The demi-sayian smirked. His opponent obviously favored brawn over brain. He was a muscular man indeed, but his stature suggested that his teknique consisted mainly of forcing his opponent out of the ring by his sheer size.
"Begin"
Gohan didn't even bother to srop into a stance. Almost immediately his opponent rushed him in an attempt to push him out of the ring. The hybrid smirked and jumped over his collosal enemy. The large man rushed him again. Gohan smirked again. Gohan was about to jump when he sensed a familiar ki. /It couldn't be./ In that fateful second in witch Gohan wans't paying attention, his opponent made contact. (Another mini cliffy! Boy, this is fun ^-^)
~Back with Mirai and the chibi's~
Mirai looked at the figure who had sudenly apeared and knocked the turtle hermit into the wall with seemingly no effort. (three guesses who)
"D-Dad?!?!?!?" (wow, you got it ^-^)
The spiky-haired fighter looked at hi future-form son with a look of indifferance.
"There you are brat! It's about time I found you all. Where's kakkorot's other brat?"
"Wait, you mean that Vegeta (Gohan) guy who was with him?" Bulma asked. Vegeta rased and eyebrow questionalbly. "He's fighting in the preliminaries now with goku and the others." Vegeta turned to his son.
"Explain." The prince demanded, poking Mirai in the chest.
"Well, um, you see, er, that is."
"Spit it out brat!" The prince growled angerly.
The Demi-sayian sighed and the two began conversin in sayia-go (sayian languege)
~Back to Gohan ^-^~
Gohan walked out of the ring as the monks bearing a streacher with his opponent marched out. He smirked as many of the contestants parted to allow him through. Of course, it woul be a lie to say he was happy with how the fight had gone. He never should have alowed his opponent to come in contact with him, and the sudden apearance of Vegeta's ki was no decent excuse.
He lifted his head. 'oh, right. Vegeta's ki.' the demi-sayain sighed and left the prliminary area in search of the spiky- haired sayian.
~Back (again) with Mirai and the chibi's, but now with the adition of Vegeta ^-^~
(still speaking in saiya-go)
"So that's what happened, dad." Mirai finished explaining. "Now why did you knock the turtle hermit into the wall? Not that he didn't deserve it."
The sayain prince snorted. "Why do you think? The old man was acting like the perverted freak that he is."
"How could you tell?" Mirai questioned.
"One does not trip on nothing and happen to land with his face in a women's chest on accident, brat." His father growled.
Mirai blinked, then turned and punched the old pervert into another wall. Vegeta smirked, and began talking in English again.
"I've taught you well, kid."
The rest of the db gang stood in shock. Not only had this strange, spiky haired man
(now revealed to be the father of that mild-manered, polite purple-haired teenager) suddenly apeared and swiped Roshi away from bulma without breaking a sweat, he and Mirai had begun to converse in a diffferent, unknown languege. Then, as if that weren't enough, the polite young man had suddenly decided to take a swat at the old master. And his father seemed quite proud of him at that!
"Vegeta!? What the hell are you doing here!?"
AN- heh heh, guess who ^-^ I wonder. Anyhow, I've got the next chappie all ready to go (assuming the cable guys don't kill our computer next), annd all I need to do is upload then publish it. Some reveiws might motivate me to get it donge a weeeee bit faster ^-^"
Wow, there are still no little number thingies. But you guys probably don't miss 'em, do you?
Word count for this chapter- 1061. A little on the low side (I think), but I think it's enough to at least keep you guys entertained for about 5 minuites. ^-^"
Review!!!!