Ok, about the tournament thing, I don't exactly know how they go. I only know what I have read from the Buu saga Manga. So if I mess things up, that's why. Sorry bout that. I'll try to make it as realistic as possible.
Chi-Chi opened her eyes to a dark room filled with nothing but silence. She could see some light trying to make its way into the room from behind a curtain that hung over a window. She stood up and stretched as she looked over at the clock, which read 7:27 AM. 'Did I really fall asleep here?' Chi-Chi had refused to go back home after she had brought Goku to Capsule Corp. She was too worried about him to go home. She wanted to be by his side, to make sure that he was safe. She didn't need him to die on her. Especially when she wasn't there. He had died so many times before, none of which she was able to be there for to say goodbye. She was going to make sure that that didn't happen again. 'I wonder what time I fell asleep.' The last thing she remembered was looking down at Goku while he was sleeping. He was the last of the Saiyan's to fall asleep. It had probably been about 1:00 in the morning.
She looked around the room, barely being able to make out anything. Everything was just shadows to her. She walked over to the window and opened up the curtains; the bright sunlight from the day engulfed the darkness from the room, revealing all of the sick Saiyans. Chi-Chi covered her mouth to giggle at her husband. Goku lay with his legs over one edge of the bed. His arms were spread over the bed with his mouth wide open. 'He always did have a knack for acting like a child.' She looked over to her two sons. They were sweating quite a bit. More so then they had been in the past couple of days. She looked over to Pan and Bra, they also looked like they were suffering a bit more then usual. Although, Vejita and Goku seemed to be the same as the night before. Their symptoms had been pretty basic. Just a headache, nearly to the point of a migraine, and clogged up sinuses.
Chi-Chi walked to the side of her husband's bed and sat down in her chair again. She placed her hand on his forehead as she looked down and studied his face. She tried to see by his facial expressions if he was suffering or not. She hated to see him like this again. She hoped that his days of getting sick were over. He was a Saiyan. He was not supposed to get sick. 'What's going on with you guys Goku?'
~*~*~
Kiro sat in a dark environment with his index fingers on his temples. "Okori, status report."
Okori was a bit startled by Kiro's word. He hadn't expected to be in contact with his commander again until after the job was done. He had been concentrating before he was interrupted. "Sir, things seem to be going good. The Saiyans don't seem to be have much of a chance. We have dug deep into our power sources and taken most of their immune systems. It is only a matter of days now."
Kiro smiled. He had waited for seventy years to payback the Saiyans. It was finally happening. "I can't believe this is happening. I have waited so long. Finally, we can put this prophecy behind us. Okori, spread the words to the others. As soon as you guys finish up your job, Taku and I will move in at once."
"Yes sir. I will do so immediately. I shall see you later. Hopefully in the afterlife."
"You have been a good soldier."
"I have been happy to serve you sir." Okori broke the connection right there. He didn't have a spare moment to waste. He had to tell his fellow soldiers of their commander's news. "Calling everyone. Commander Kiro has just told me to go ahead and finish as soon as possible. He will meet us all again shortly after we finish. This is our last fight against the Saiyan warriors, but it shall greatest and most remembered."
~*~*~
"Wow." Usagi said in total and complete awe. She stood in front of the Budaki Tournament gates with her friends and Piccolo. Thousands of fighters walked in and out of its massive gates. Never in her life had she seen so many fighters. "This is awesome." Her eyes sparkled with joy. She couldn't believe that she had finally made it to the tournament. Here, she would learn many things. Not only would she get the chance to test out her own skills, but also, she would learn by watching the other fighters. She had imagined herself going with her father, but certain circumstances prevented that from happening. She would tell him everything that happened when she got back so he wouldn't miss a thing. Usagi was so caught up in watching everything around her, that she didn't notice that she was all alone. "Huh?" She looked around to her left, to her right, and then behind her. "Where did everyone go?" She turned around. "This is not good." She turned back around and slowly started to walk towards the gates that led inside. She turned her head and looked for the people she knew while she made her way. "Piccolo? Minako? Makoto? Where are you guys?" She stopped right before she entered. "Well, I guess I have to do this on my own then. I'll catch up with Piccolo and the others later." She looked into the gates and took a deep breath. "Well, here I go. I'm finally here. Now all I have to do is enjoy myself." She smiled as she ran through the gates.
Usagi looked around with the widest eyes a little girl could get. She was too excited to realize that she should look for Piccolo and her friends. "I wish daddy was here to see this!" She quickly picked up her feet again and ran off to another part of the tournament. She was so excited that she couldn't even stand still for more than five minutes. This time she ran to the board in the main square. She wanted to find out two bits of information from it. First she wanted when she was supposed to fight, and then she wanted to find out when Mamoru would be there. She wanted to watch him. She would have to study his fighting patterns very closely if she wanted to be able to beat him any time soon. She was pretty sure that she was capable of doing it now, she even had Piccolo fallen to the ground with her new attack and Piccolo was by far a better fighter then him. She looked up at the board. "Let's see, where am I?" She quickly found her name and ran her finger across to the other side of the board. "Ok, my first match is at noon. That gives me an hour and a half to get ready." Usagi was startle by a sudden tap on her shoulder. "Huh?" She turned around to stand face to face with a man who looked to be in his early sixties. "Yes?"
"Umm yes, well I noticed that you had a tail young lady." The man said as he pointed to Usagi's tail.
Usagi looked to her side at her tail that happily swayed behind her legs. "Yeah, I have a tail." She looked back up at the man. She didn't know what he was getting at. She didn't think it was against the rules to have a tail.
"Well, once, when I was a child, there was a fighter who participated in many of these tournaments. He too had a tail like you miss. His name was Goku. I always looked up to him. He was about six years older then I was. I always loved the way he fought. The first time I saw him I was four. He was probably about nine years old. He was spectacular. I adored his fighting skill and wanted to be just like him. My father owned the tournament so I was able to see him every year her participated. Now I am the co-owner of the place. I'm hoping he will show up again one of these days so I can see him fight one last time."
Usagi was a bit relieved. She was sure that she was going to get kicked out. Like maybe there was a new rule banning tails. "Goku is my daddy. He's a Saiyan."
The man raised his eyebrow a bit. Her father had to be in his sixties by now. Saiyans age slower, remember that they wished for the human friends to age as slow as they did with the Dragon Balls. "Well isn't that interesting. Goku is still having kids now, eh? Well, your father was a great fighter. He won many battles here. He was the champ for a while. Now Mr. Satan is the champ ever since he stopped coming. Damn that fact. "
Usagi smiled wide. "I think I can take him. I know I can take him."
The man chuckled. "I don't know. He's strong. He beat cell you know. But he is getting old too."
"I know. My brother married his daughter." Usagi didn't care for him that much either. He was always showing off. Always taking credit for things he never did. She was always polite to him, but she still didn't like being around him.
"Oh. Wow. What are the odds? Two great fighters' children marry? How nice. You know, he once beat an evil monster named cell."
That was one of the things that angered Usagi the most about Mr. Satan. Her father had died in that fight to save her brother, Gohan. It was Gohan who used all of his strength to destroy cell. That was one thing she always heard from her mother. Usagi just smiled. She didn't want to destroy the faith that people had in Satan. "I know. I've heard all about it."
"So, is your father here at all today?"
Usagi looked to the ground. She had been trying all day to forget about him. But it was no use. All she could do was keep picturing him in bed, sick as can be. Her mother would be by him. "No, he's sick."
"Oh, well, good luck. I have to go find my granddaughter. I'll try to come watch you fight. It would be nice to see the daughter of Goku in a spar. When are you scheduled to fight?"
"Noon." Usagi watched as the man walked away.
He stopped and turned back around before he got to far away. "Good bye…oh I'm sorry, I never got your name."
"Oh, its Usagi."
The man pondered to himself for a minute. "What a beautiful name. Just as beautiful as my granddaughter's name. Her name is Rei."
Usagi smiled. "Thank you. Good bye." She turned back around to look at the board again. "I wonder where Mamoru's time slot is?" She looked under the M's on the board. She found him under one of the highest groups in the kids division. "Hehehe, he may be good, but he still has to fight with other kids. I hope he wins. Then maybe I can challenge him. That would be cool if I beat him in front of everyone. But, knowing my luck that would never happen. Oh well, I'll just ask daddy to put me up in a higher group next year. I'll be good enough…I hope." She looked onto the rest of the board. "I wonder if Haruka and Michiru are here. They probably are if they are hanging out with Mamoru." She looked back into her group. She didn't think that they would be any lower then her group. She was near the middle and she knew that they were better then beginners. "Ah, here they are. Whoa! I may have to fight Haruka. But, I don't see Michiru anywhere. This is strange. I thought that she was fighting too." She looked to the groups above hers, and couldn't find her. Then she looked to the groups below her. "What's this? Michiru isn't in my skill group? I thought she was a good fighter too." Usagi shrugged. "Oh well, at least I know I'm better then her now though."
"You don't know that unless you actually fight her."
Usagi stiffened her body when she heard these words. She knew exactly whom they were coming from. She slowly turned around. "Mamoru, what do you want? I don't want any trouble from you." Mamoru stood in front of her in an all black GI. His shoes were also black.
"Relax Odango. I'm not going to start a fight here. There are way too many restraints and people to get in the way." He walked up to her and patted her on the head. "No little Odango, I want to be able to show you how much of a better fighter I am when I can go all out. When we can use out Ki blasts. Don't worry, you wouldn't be able to beat me anyways. I can sense your power. It's much lower then mine." He smirked.
Usagi pulled her head away from his hand as she frowned. "Yeah right. I'm much stronger now. I even have a few tricks up my sleeve."
"We'll see when it comes time to test your knowledge of fighting."
"I'll see just how good you are today. I'm going to be watching you."
"Come to see the master at work, eh?"
"No, I want to see just how NOT good you fight."
"As I recall, I'm the one who beat you to a bloody pulp last time we met."
Usagi frowned. "Yes, that's true, but, my daddy will repay you for that. He was really mad about it. He wants to meet your dad to 'Talk to him'"
"Oh really?" He let out a small 'Humph.' "Your dad would just end up getting his ass beat like you did."
"That's definitely not true. Daddy is the strongest person in the world." Usagi wanted so badly to sock him in the jaw. But she had to control herself. She couldn't get kicked out before she even got a chance to fight. Her father would kill her if she did. She was told to be on her best behavior. And as hard as that was going to be for her, she would try her best to do so.
"Yeah, well, you keep running your mouth and believe what you want. But I've got to go get ready for a REAL fight. See ya Odango." He waved to her as he ran off.
Usagi could feel her anger level increasing. "Stop calling me Odango! My name is Usagi!" She turned back around to the schedule board to find Minako and Makoto's name.
"There you are."
Usagi, interrupted again, turned around. "Oh, hi Piccolo."
Piccolo grabbed Usagi's arms and pulled him up to his face. "Don't you EVER wander off again! We have been looking for you everywhere. Your father didn't have me come with you just so you could run off on your on."
"But…"
"No buts! Now make sure you stay with me." He set her back on the ground. He wasn't meaning to be rude, he just didn't want to be separated again. He couldn't sense her that well. The atmosphere was being clogged up with the low power levels of everyone else. And for some reason, Usagi's power level stayed quite low, unless she was fighting, which made it even harder to pick her out.
"I'm sorry Piccolo. I won't do it again." She looked up at him. He seemed a little more worried then angry. 'Maybe he doesn't hate me after all.' She smiled at the thought of him accepting her. She looked over to Minako and Makoto. "I fight at noon. Let's see when you guys fight."
~*~*~
"Chi-Chi…" Goku picked up his hand and placed it on his wife's hand. She was beginning to drift back to sleep. "Chi-Chi, maybe you should go home. Bulma's got everything under control now. You look exhausted."
Chi-Chi bobbed her head up. "What?" The skin under her eyes was puffy and black. She was barely able to keep her eyes open for they were heavy with being tired. "Goku, you're awake."
Goku was concerned for his wife. If she didn't get some proper rest, she too would become sick. "Chi-Chi, please go home. I'm fine."
"Goku, I can't leave you alone. I want to be with you. I need to be with you." It was true. Chi-Chi was tired of being left in the dark with these things. She had stayed by his side when he got the heart disease, and she would now stay with him through this disease. She didn't care.
"But Chi-Chi…"
"Kakkorotto, just let the damn woman stay here. I don't want to listen to your bickering." Vejita rolled over on his side so he could look at who he was talking to. He had a migraine and didn't want to listen to arguing.
Goku looked back to the Saiyan prince. "Vejita, I know you don't understand stuff like this so just stay out. I'm not in a mood to listen to you."
"And you think I'm ever in the mood to listen to you?" Vejita looked to the door as his wife walked in. "Woman, please tell the wife of Kakkorotto to leave here at once or tell Kakkorotto to shut up."
Bulma looked up from the clipboard that she held in her hands. "Vejita, why don't you shut up?" She looked over to Chi-Chi. "Oh, look at you Chi-Chi. You need some rest." She walked over to her and grabbed her arm. "Come on, you can go sleep in the guest room. If anything happens I'll tell you."
Chi-Chi complied. She knew she needed sleep and this way, she would be close enough to Goku and her sons if anything happens. "Call me the minute ANYTHING remotely bad happens."
"Ok. I promise." She turned back to Goku. "Ok, well, are you ready to take your blood pressure?"
Goku put one of his arms in the air. "Yup."
"You know Kakkorotto, it amazes me how you can take something THIS serious, and still act as if it means nothing to you." He reached over and hit Trunks on the head. "Wake up brat, if I have to be awake, then so do you."
~*~*~
Piccolo and the girls studied the schedule very carefully. The maximum amount of fights that each girl would have that day would be four. If they won all those, then they would continue onto the next day and fight another fight to see who will go onto the final day. Then whoever went onto the final day would fight either one or two fights. There will only be three people on the final day. Two people will fight. The loser of it will fight the third person that made it to the final day as last chance to get to the final fight. Whoever wins there, will fight the person who won the first fight of the day. And whomever wins THAT fight, will win for the whole skill group. Thus, proving that they are capable of moving onto the next level.
"Well, do you guys understand?" Piccolo had just finished explaining the whole concept to the girls. He wasn't sure if they would understand. From what he could tell, their brains hadn't fully developed yet and probably couldn't hold all that information.
Makoto cocked her head to the side as she tried to read the master schedule of who would go on to what if they won or lost. "Well…kind of."
"Piccolo, can't we just do whatever happens? Why do we have to plan everything out?" Usagi covered her eyes from the sun as she looked up at Piccolo.
Piccolo sighed. He would probably end up doing that. He had already explained the whole thing to them twice already and they still didn't seem to get it. "Fine."
"Cool, so, can we go watch some fights? I'm dying to watch this guy Mamoru."
Minako put her hand on Usagi's shoulder. "You want to watch lover boy fail?"
Usagi gave Minako a depressed look. "He is not my 'lover boy'. In fact, I hate him. He's so mean to me. And yes, I wouldn't mind it if he lost. Then I could rub it in." She looked up at Piccolo. "So, can we go?"
Piccolo frowned down at Usagi. "Whatever!" He violently turned around and walked away.
Usagi looked back to her friends. "Why did he get mad all of a sudden?" She turned her head back to him. 'He's really weird.' She started running for him. "So can we go Piccolo? Come on! I really want to go!"
~*~*~
"Grandpa, who are we watching now?" A small girl about the age of Usagi sat in the front row of the stands. She loved to watch the fights. She had heard her grandfather speak of a man named Goku many times and she hoped that one day she could see him fight. She was a little disappointed to hear that he was not going to be there.
The girl's grandfather sat down next to her after handing her a cup of lemonade. "A boy named Mamoru. He is pretty strong. He usually comes out at the top of his level. He's not as good as Goku was, but he's close."
The girl's long black hair blew behind her as the wind ran through it. "Did you feel that grandfather?"
He looked over to her. "No, did you get one of those feelings again, Rei?"
Rei nodded. "Yes. The feeling of evil is all around us. Something is going on. I just wish I knew what though."
Rei's grandfather put his hand on her knee. "Its ok if you want to do something about it Rei. I have no objection over it."
Rei smiled to her grandfather. He was the only one who understood her. Everyone at he school always looked down at her as if she was a freak. She had always felt different then other kids. She knew she was different too. She could sense things. She could sense disturbances like no other person. She was always the first to know when something was going to happen. "Thank you." She got up and excused herself from the stadium. She passed by a tall green man and three girls in fighting GI's. She felt like she had a special connection to the girl with Odangos. She couldn't figure out why though. She had never met her before. She shrugged it off and walked back to her temporary shrine. She wanted to consult with the spirits about this uneasiness that she felt inside her gut.
Usagi stopped walking and turned around and watched Rei as she walked by. 'Why did she look at me like that?'
"Usagi…"
Usagi turned back around to see Piccolo holding his hand out to her. "Sorry Piccolo." She grabbed his hand and let him help her down the stands, turning her head around again to get one more look at the girl.
Piccolo could tell something was bothering Usagi. He could sense it. "Come on. Relax. You are going to watch this fight and enjoy it."
Usagi was a bit surprised by this remark. He actually said something nice to her. She smiled in appreciation for his words. "Ok." She sat down in between Minako and Makoto and put her feet up on the chair in front of her. She looked to her right across Makoto and Piccolo to see the old man that she had run into earlier. She waved to him when he looked over her way and he waved back.
Makoto looked over at Usagi in confusion. "You know that old guy?"
Usagi looked at her friend as she leaned back further into her chair to gain more comfort. "Yeah, I met him today before you guys came and got me. He said that he used to watch daddy fight when he was little. He said he's going to watch me fight today."
"Your father was a great fighter when he was young. It's a shame I never could defeat him. Oh well."
The girls looked up at Piccolo. They never expected him to say something like THAT. "Piccolo, can I call daddy before my fight?"
"Yes." Piccolo pretty much knew why. She wanted to make sure he was ok. He was fine with that. Even Gohan would have wanted that. It was not an unreasonable request.
"When is it going to start?" Minako leaned her head back over the back of the chair and looked up into the sky to a flock of birds that flew over them.
"In about ten minutes. We'll just have to patient."
~*~*~
Rei sat in front of her shrine. She threw some dust into her fire, which made it grow. "Do you have a message for me this time? Will you show us more than a circle? Please, I know that something is wrong. I can feel it. You have never guided me wrong before, and I ask that you help me again." She lowered her head and put her hands together as she closed her eyes. She softly began to chant in a "spiritual language".
~*~*~
"Ladies and gentlemen…What you have all been waiting for. We will be starting the fight between Chiba Mamoru and Para Yakuri." Do NOT ask about that name, lol.
Minako looked around as the crowd went wild as Mamoru walked out of the back part of the stadium and entered the stage. "Looks like lots of people like him, huh?"
"Well they should. He's an excellent fighter." Piccolo smiled as he looked down to the young fighter. He was one of the best in the skill group. He had watched him for years.
"I'll be better them him one of these days." Usagi said, sounding quite sure of herself. She watched the other guy walked out. He didn't get as many cheers from the audience. "That guy must suck."
"Naw, he's actually quite good. He could be good competition for you Usagi."
"I still wish I knew who Mamoru's dad was. Then I would find out why he is so strong and why he is able to fight in the same way that daddy trains us." That was one of Usagi's main concerns. She didn't want there to be a new threat to her father.
"Shhh…let's watch the fight." Makoto hated to try to watch something when the people around her were having a conversation.
~*~*~
Mamoru stood face to face with his temporary enemy. That's how he had been taught to look at everyone as. He was taught to see everyone he was fighting as his enemy. That's why it had been so easy for him to take out Usagi. He was brought up to fight. He was even meant to treat his father as an enemy when he fought. He smirked. "Are you ready to go down?"
The boy rubbed his nose with his finger. "I think its you who is going down today Mamoru. You may have beaten me last year, but I will beat you this year. Don't worry." The boy wore a burgundy shirt with black pants and a black bandanna.
"Yeah, in your dreams. I'm going to wipe that smile off of your face and then show you what real power is. So let's get this started." Mamoru looked to his left to see a judge walking out to them.
"Ok, I don't want any dirty fighting. If I see any, the person who does it, will be disqualified and the other person will automatically win." The judge looked to Mamoru and then over to Yakuri. They were both trying to stare each other down. "Let's keep this fight under control boys." He backed away from the fight.
Both boys stared at each other, waiting for the ok to begin. Mamoru could feel his Ki increasing as the anxiety inside him grew. He couldn't wait to lay into this guy and show him once and for all that he IS the better fighter. "Ok. You may begin!"
Mamoru grinned. "Time for some hard core fun!"
(K! That's it for this part? What do you think? Please review and tell me. Thank you! ^.^)
Chi-Chi opened her eyes to a dark room filled with nothing but silence. She could see some light trying to make its way into the room from behind a curtain that hung over a window. She stood up and stretched as she looked over at the clock, which read 7:27 AM. 'Did I really fall asleep here?' Chi-Chi had refused to go back home after she had brought Goku to Capsule Corp. She was too worried about him to go home. She wanted to be by his side, to make sure that he was safe. She didn't need him to die on her. Especially when she wasn't there. He had died so many times before, none of which she was able to be there for to say goodbye. She was going to make sure that that didn't happen again. 'I wonder what time I fell asleep.' The last thing she remembered was looking down at Goku while he was sleeping. He was the last of the Saiyan's to fall asleep. It had probably been about 1:00 in the morning.
She looked around the room, barely being able to make out anything. Everything was just shadows to her. She walked over to the window and opened up the curtains; the bright sunlight from the day engulfed the darkness from the room, revealing all of the sick Saiyans. Chi-Chi covered her mouth to giggle at her husband. Goku lay with his legs over one edge of the bed. His arms were spread over the bed with his mouth wide open. 'He always did have a knack for acting like a child.' She looked over to her two sons. They were sweating quite a bit. More so then they had been in the past couple of days. She looked over to Pan and Bra, they also looked like they were suffering a bit more then usual. Although, Vejita and Goku seemed to be the same as the night before. Their symptoms had been pretty basic. Just a headache, nearly to the point of a migraine, and clogged up sinuses.
Chi-Chi walked to the side of her husband's bed and sat down in her chair again. She placed her hand on his forehead as she looked down and studied his face. She tried to see by his facial expressions if he was suffering or not. She hated to see him like this again. She hoped that his days of getting sick were over. He was a Saiyan. He was not supposed to get sick. 'What's going on with you guys Goku?'
~*~*~
Kiro sat in a dark environment with his index fingers on his temples. "Okori, status report."
Okori was a bit startled by Kiro's word. He hadn't expected to be in contact with his commander again until after the job was done. He had been concentrating before he was interrupted. "Sir, things seem to be going good. The Saiyans don't seem to be have much of a chance. We have dug deep into our power sources and taken most of their immune systems. It is only a matter of days now."
Kiro smiled. He had waited for seventy years to payback the Saiyans. It was finally happening. "I can't believe this is happening. I have waited so long. Finally, we can put this prophecy behind us. Okori, spread the words to the others. As soon as you guys finish up your job, Taku and I will move in at once."
"Yes sir. I will do so immediately. I shall see you later. Hopefully in the afterlife."
"You have been a good soldier."
"I have been happy to serve you sir." Okori broke the connection right there. He didn't have a spare moment to waste. He had to tell his fellow soldiers of their commander's news. "Calling everyone. Commander Kiro has just told me to go ahead and finish as soon as possible. He will meet us all again shortly after we finish. This is our last fight against the Saiyan warriors, but it shall greatest and most remembered."
~*~*~
"Wow." Usagi said in total and complete awe. She stood in front of the Budaki Tournament gates with her friends and Piccolo. Thousands of fighters walked in and out of its massive gates. Never in her life had she seen so many fighters. "This is awesome." Her eyes sparkled with joy. She couldn't believe that she had finally made it to the tournament. Here, she would learn many things. Not only would she get the chance to test out her own skills, but also, she would learn by watching the other fighters. She had imagined herself going with her father, but certain circumstances prevented that from happening. She would tell him everything that happened when she got back so he wouldn't miss a thing. Usagi was so caught up in watching everything around her, that she didn't notice that she was all alone. "Huh?" She looked around to her left, to her right, and then behind her. "Where did everyone go?" She turned around. "This is not good." She turned back around and slowly started to walk towards the gates that led inside. She turned her head and looked for the people she knew while she made her way. "Piccolo? Minako? Makoto? Where are you guys?" She stopped right before she entered. "Well, I guess I have to do this on my own then. I'll catch up with Piccolo and the others later." She looked into the gates and took a deep breath. "Well, here I go. I'm finally here. Now all I have to do is enjoy myself." She smiled as she ran through the gates.
Usagi looked around with the widest eyes a little girl could get. She was too excited to realize that she should look for Piccolo and her friends. "I wish daddy was here to see this!" She quickly picked up her feet again and ran off to another part of the tournament. She was so excited that she couldn't even stand still for more than five minutes. This time she ran to the board in the main square. She wanted to find out two bits of information from it. First she wanted when she was supposed to fight, and then she wanted to find out when Mamoru would be there. She wanted to watch him. She would have to study his fighting patterns very closely if she wanted to be able to beat him any time soon. She was pretty sure that she was capable of doing it now, she even had Piccolo fallen to the ground with her new attack and Piccolo was by far a better fighter then him. She looked up at the board. "Let's see, where am I?" She quickly found her name and ran her finger across to the other side of the board. "Ok, my first match is at noon. That gives me an hour and a half to get ready." Usagi was startle by a sudden tap on her shoulder. "Huh?" She turned around to stand face to face with a man who looked to be in his early sixties. "Yes?"
"Umm yes, well I noticed that you had a tail young lady." The man said as he pointed to Usagi's tail.
Usagi looked to her side at her tail that happily swayed behind her legs. "Yeah, I have a tail." She looked back up at the man. She didn't know what he was getting at. She didn't think it was against the rules to have a tail.
"Well, once, when I was a child, there was a fighter who participated in many of these tournaments. He too had a tail like you miss. His name was Goku. I always looked up to him. He was about six years older then I was. I always loved the way he fought. The first time I saw him I was four. He was probably about nine years old. He was spectacular. I adored his fighting skill and wanted to be just like him. My father owned the tournament so I was able to see him every year her participated. Now I am the co-owner of the place. I'm hoping he will show up again one of these days so I can see him fight one last time."
Usagi was a bit relieved. She was sure that she was going to get kicked out. Like maybe there was a new rule banning tails. "Goku is my daddy. He's a Saiyan."
The man raised his eyebrow a bit. Her father had to be in his sixties by now. Saiyans age slower, remember that they wished for the human friends to age as slow as they did with the Dragon Balls. "Well isn't that interesting. Goku is still having kids now, eh? Well, your father was a great fighter. He won many battles here. He was the champ for a while. Now Mr. Satan is the champ ever since he stopped coming. Damn that fact. "
Usagi smiled wide. "I think I can take him. I know I can take him."
The man chuckled. "I don't know. He's strong. He beat cell you know. But he is getting old too."
"I know. My brother married his daughter." Usagi didn't care for him that much either. He was always showing off. Always taking credit for things he never did. She was always polite to him, but she still didn't like being around him.
"Oh. Wow. What are the odds? Two great fighters' children marry? How nice. You know, he once beat an evil monster named cell."
That was one of the things that angered Usagi the most about Mr. Satan. Her father had died in that fight to save her brother, Gohan. It was Gohan who used all of his strength to destroy cell. That was one thing she always heard from her mother. Usagi just smiled. She didn't want to destroy the faith that people had in Satan. "I know. I've heard all about it."
"So, is your father here at all today?"
Usagi looked to the ground. She had been trying all day to forget about him. But it was no use. All she could do was keep picturing him in bed, sick as can be. Her mother would be by him. "No, he's sick."
"Oh, well, good luck. I have to go find my granddaughter. I'll try to come watch you fight. It would be nice to see the daughter of Goku in a spar. When are you scheduled to fight?"
"Noon." Usagi watched as the man walked away.
He stopped and turned back around before he got to far away. "Good bye…oh I'm sorry, I never got your name."
"Oh, its Usagi."
The man pondered to himself for a minute. "What a beautiful name. Just as beautiful as my granddaughter's name. Her name is Rei."
Usagi smiled. "Thank you. Good bye." She turned back around to look at the board again. "I wonder where Mamoru's time slot is?" She looked under the M's on the board. She found him under one of the highest groups in the kids division. "Hehehe, he may be good, but he still has to fight with other kids. I hope he wins. Then maybe I can challenge him. That would be cool if I beat him in front of everyone. But, knowing my luck that would never happen. Oh well, I'll just ask daddy to put me up in a higher group next year. I'll be good enough…I hope." She looked onto the rest of the board. "I wonder if Haruka and Michiru are here. They probably are if they are hanging out with Mamoru." She looked back into her group. She didn't think that they would be any lower then her group. She was near the middle and she knew that they were better then beginners. "Ah, here they are. Whoa! I may have to fight Haruka. But, I don't see Michiru anywhere. This is strange. I thought that she was fighting too." She looked to the groups above hers, and couldn't find her. Then she looked to the groups below her. "What's this? Michiru isn't in my skill group? I thought she was a good fighter too." Usagi shrugged. "Oh well, at least I know I'm better then her now though."
"You don't know that unless you actually fight her."
Usagi stiffened her body when she heard these words. She knew exactly whom they were coming from. She slowly turned around. "Mamoru, what do you want? I don't want any trouble from you." Mamoru stood in front of her in an all black GI. His shoes were also black.
"Relax Odango. I'm not going to start a fight here. There are way too many restraints and people to get in the way." He walked up to her and patted her on the head. "No little Odango, I want to be able to show you how much of a better fighter I am when I can go all out. When we can use out Ki blasts. Don't worry, you wouldn't be able to beat me anyways. I can sense your power. It's much lower then mine." He smirked.
Usagi pulled her head away from his hand as she frowned. "Yeah right. I'm much stronger now. I even have a few tricks up my sleeve."
"We'll see when it comes time to test your knowledge of fighting."
"I'll see just how good you are today. I'm going to be watching you."
"Come to see the master at work, eh?"
"No, I want to see just how NOT good you fight."
"As I recall, I'm the one who beat you to a bloody pulp last time we met."
Usagi frowned. "Yes, that's true, but, my daddy will repay you for that. He was really mad about it. He wants to meet your dad to 'Talk to him'"
"Oh really?" He let out a small 'Humph.' "Your dad would just end up getting his ass beat like you did."
"That's definitely not true. Daddy is the strongest person in the world." Usagi wanted so badly to sock him in the jaw. But she had to control herself. She couldn't get kicked out before she even got a chance to fight. Her father would kill her if she did. She was told to be on her best behavior. And as hard as that was going to be for her, she would try her best to do so.
"Yeah, well, you keep running your mouth and believe what you want. But I've got to go get ready for a REAL fight. See ya Odango." He waved to her as he ran off.
Usagi could feel her anger level increasing. "Stop calling me Odango! My name is Usagi!" She turned back around to the schedule board to find Minako and Makoto's name.
"There you are."
Usagi, interrupted again, turned around. "Oh, hi Piccolo."
Piccolo grabbed Usagi's arms and pulled him up to his face. "Don't you EVER wander off again! We have been looking for you everywhere. Your father didn't have me come with you just so you could run off on your on."
"But…"
"No buts! Now make sure you stay with me." He set her back on the ground. He wasn't meaning to be rude, he just didn't want to be separated again. He couldn't sense her that well. The atmosphere was being clogged up with the low power levels of everyone else. And for some reason, Usagi's power level stayed quite low, unless she was fighting, which made it even harder to pick her out.
"I'm sorry Piccolo. I won't do it again." She looked up at him. He seemed a little more worried then angry. 'Maybe he doesn't hate me after all.' She smiled at the thought of him accepting her. She looked over to Minako and Makoto. "I fight at noon. Let's see when you guys fight."
~*~*~
"Chi-Chi…" Goku picked up his hand and placed it on his wife's hand. She was beginning to drift back to sleep. "Chi-Chi, maybe you should go home. Bulma's got everything under control now. You look exhausted."
Chi-Chi bobbed her head up. "What?" The skin under her eyes was puffy and black. She was barely able to keep her eyes open for they were heavy with being tired. "Goku, you're awake."
Goku was concerned for his wife. If she didn't get some proper rest, she too would become sick. "Chi-Chi, please go home. I'm fine."
"Goku, I can't leave you alone. I want to be with you. I need to be with you." It was true. Chi-Chi was tired of being left in the dark with these things. She had stayed by his side when he got the heart disease, and she would now stay with him through this disease. She didn't care.
"But Chi-Chi…"
"Kakkorotto, just let the damn woman stay here. I don't want to listen to your bickering." Vejita rolled over on his side so he could look at who he was talking to. He had a migraine and didn't want to listen to arguing.
Goku looked back to the Saiyan prince. "Vejita, I know you don't understand stuff like this so just stay out. I'm not in a mood to listen to you."
"And you think I'm ever in the mood to listen to you?" Vejita looked to the door as his wife walked in. "Woman, please tell the wife of Kakkorotto to leave here at once or tell Kakkorotto to shut up."
Bulma looked up from the clipboard that she held in her hands. "Vejita, why don't you shut up?" She looked over to Chi-Chi. "Oh, look at you Chi-Chi. You need some rest." She walked over to her and grabbed her arm. "Come on, you can go sleep in the guest room. If anything happens I'll tell you."
Chi-Chi complied. She knew she needed sleep and this way, she would be close enough to Goku and her sons if anything happens. "Call me the minute ANYTHING remotely bad happens."
"Ok. I promise." She turned back to Goku. "Ok, well, are you ready to take your blood pressure?"
Goku put one of his arms in the air. "Yup."
"You know Kakkorotto, it amazes me how you can take something THIS serious, and still act as if it means nothing to you." He reached over and hit Trunks on the head. "Wake up brat, if I have to be awake, then so do you."
~*~*~
Piccolo and the girls studied the schedule very carefully. The maximum amount of fights that each girl would have that day would be four. If they won all those, then they would continue onto the next day and fight another fight to see who will go onto the final day. Then whoever went onto the final day would fight either one or two fights. There will only be three people on the final day. Two people will fight. The loser of it will fight the third person that made it to the final day as last chance to get to the final fight. Whoever wins there, will fight the person who won the first fight of the day. And whomever wins THAT fight, will win for the whole skill group. Thus, proving that they are capable of moving onto the next level.
"Well, do you guys understand?" Piccolo had just finished explaining the whole concept to the girls. He wasn't sure if they would understand. From what he could tell, their brains hadn't fully developed yet and probably couldn't hold all that information.
Makoto cocked her head to the side as she tried to read the master schedule of who would go on to what if they won or lost. "Well…kind of."
"Piccolo, can't we just do whatever happens? Why do we have to plan everything out?" Usagi covered her eyes from the sun as she looked up at Piccolo.
Piccolo sighed. He would probably end up doing that. He had already explained the whole thing to them twice already and they still didn't seem to get it. "Fine."
"Cool, so, can we go watch some fights? I'm dying to watch this guy Mamoru."
Minako put her hand on Usagi's shoulder. "You want to watch lover boy fail?"
Usagi gave Minako a depressed look. "He is not my 'lover boy'. In fact, I hate him. He's so mean to me. And yes, I wouldn't mind it if he lost. Then I could rub it in." She looked up at Piccolo. "So, can we go?"
Piccolo frowned down at Usagi. "Whatever!" He violently turned around and walked away.
Usagi looked back to her friends. "Why did he get mad all of a sudden?" She turned her head back to him. 'He's really weird.' She started running for him. "So can we go Piccolo? Come on! I really want to go!"
~*~*~
"Grandpa, who are we watching now?" A small girl about the age of Usagi sat in the front row of the stands. She loved to watch the fights. She had heard her grandfather speak of a man named Goku many times and she hoped that one day she could see him fight. She was a little disappointed to hear that he was not going to be there.
The girl's grandfather sat down next to her after handing her a cup of lemonade. "A boy named Mamoru. He is pretty strong. He usually comes out at the top of his level. He's not as good as Goku was, but he's close."
The girl's long black hair blew behind her as the wind ran through it. "Did you feel that grandfather?"
He looked over to her. "No, did you get one of those feelings again, Rei?"
Rei nodded. "Yes. The feeling of evil is all around us. Something is going on. I just wish I knew what though."
Rei's grandfather put his hand on her knee. "Its ok if you want to do something about it Rei. I have no objection over it."
Rei smiled to her grandfather. He was the only one who understood her. Everyone at he school always looked down at her as if she was a freak. She had always felt different then other kids. She knew she was different too. She could sense things. She could sense disturbances like no other person. She was always the first to know when something was going to happen. "Thank you." She got up and excused herself from the stadium. She passed by a tall green man and three girls in fighting GI's. She felt like she had a special connection to the girl with Odangos. She couldn't figure out why though. She had never met her before. She shrugged it off and walked back to her temporary shrine. She wanted to consult with the spirits about this uneasiness that she felt inside her gut.
Usagi stopped walking and turned around and watched Rei as she walked by. 'Why did she look at me like that?'
"Usagi…"
Usagi turned back around to see Piccolo holding his hand out to her. "Sorry Piccolo." She grabbed his hand and let him help her down the stands, turning her head around again to get one more look at the girl.
Piccolo could tell something was bothering Usagi. He could sense it. "Come on. Relax. You are going to watch this fight and enjoy it."
Usagi was a bit surprised by this remark. He actually said something nice to her. She smiled in appreciation for his words. "Ok." She sat down in between Minako and Makoto and put her feet up on the chair in front of her. She looked to her right across Makoto and Piccolo to see the old man that she had run into earlier. She waved to him when he looked over her way and he waved back.
Makoto looked over at Usagi in confusion. "You know that old guy?"
Usagi looked at her friend as she leaned back further into her chair to gain more comfort. "Yeah, I met him today before you guys came and got me. He said that he used to watch daddy fight when he was little. He said he's going to watch me fight today."
"Your father was a great fighter when he was young. It's a shame I never could defeat him. Oh well."
The girls looked up at Piccolo. They never expected him to say something like THAT. "Piccolo, can I call daddy before my fight?"
"Yes." Piccolo pretty much knew why. She wanted to make sure he was ok. He was fine with that. Even Gohan would have wanted that. It was not an unreasonable request.
"When is it going to start?" Minako leaned her head back over the back of the chair and looked up into the sky to a flock of birds that flew over them.
"In about ten minutes. We'll just have to patient."
~*~*~
Rei sat in front of her shrine. She threw some dust into her fire, which made it grow. "Do you have a message for me this time? Will you show us more than a circle? Please, I know that something is wrong. I can feel it. You have never guided me wrong before, and I ask that you help me again." She lowered her head and put her hands together as she closed her eyes. She softly began to chant in a "spiritual language".
~*~*~
"Ladies and gentlemen…What you have all been waiting for. We will be starting the fight between Chiba Mamoru and Para Yakuri." Do NOT ask about that name, lol.
Minako looked around as the crowd went wild as Mamoru walked out of the back part of the stadium and entered the stage. "Looks like lots of people like him, huh?"
"Well they should. He's an excellent fighter." Piccolo smiled as he looked down to the young fighter. He was one of the best in the skill group. He had watched him for years.
"I'll be better them him one of these days." Usagi said, sounding quite sure of herself. She watched the other guy walked out. He didn't get as many cheers from the audience. "That guy must suck."
"Naw, he's actually quite good. He could be good competition for you Usagi."
"I still wish I knew who Mamoru's dad was. Then I would find out why he is so strong and why he is able to fight in the same way that daddy trains us." That was one of Usagi's main concerns. She didn't want there to be a new threat to her father.
"Shhh…let's watch the fight." Makoto hated to try to watch something when the people around her were having a conversation.
~*~*~
Mamoru stood face to face with his temporary enemy. That's how he had been taught to look at everyone as. He was taught to see everyone he was fighting as his enemy. That's why it had been so easy for him to take out Usagi. He was brought up to fight. He was even meant to treat his father as an enemy when he fought. He smirked. "Are you ready to go down?"
The boy rubbed his nose with his finger. "I think its you who is going down today Mamoru. You may have beaten me last year, but I will beat you this year. Don't worry." The boy wore a burgundy shirt with black pants and a black bandanna.
"Yeah, in your dreams. I'm going to wipe that smile off of your face and then show you what real power is. So let's get this started." Mamoru looked to his left to see a judge walking out to them.
"Ok, I don't want any dirty fighting. If I see any, the person who does it, will be disqualified and the other person will automatically win." The judge looked to Mamoru and then over to Yakuri. They were both trying to stare each other down. "Let's keep this fight under control boys." He backed away from the fight.
Both boys stared at each other, waiting for the ok to begin. Mamoru could feel his Ki increasing as the anxiety inside him grew. He couldn't wait to lay into this guy and show him once and for all that he IS the better fighter. "Ok. You may begin!"
Mamoru grinned. "Time for some hard core fun!"
(K! That's it for this part? What do you think? Please review and tell me. Thank you! ^.^)