Be Silent
Disclaimer: I only own Nanaki, not the rest of DBZ
Author's note: I'm just as impatient to get these up and hear your reactions as you guys are to read this stuff. But I'm not going to put up all the chapters at once. There's no telling how often I'll put up chapters from now on, but whenever humanly possible I'll put one up no further apart than every other day. Oh, and in response to the review from kiwiecat: This whole story is already written, and there's no romance, so Aki isn't going to fall for Goten. But like I said last chapter, I'm planning a sequel, and there will be surprises.
Chapter 7: Climbing to the top
"That didn't take long," Aki yawned. "Now it's my turn again." She turned in Vegeta's direction and shouted, "You ready, Dad?!"
"We seem to have a nearly endless supply of family matches in this unique tournament!" The announcer shouted out. "This time a father-daughter match, as Vegeta faces off against Nanaki!"
Wild cheers went up from the crowd for Aki. They had been mesmerized by her showy victory over her brother Trunks. The young teen Saiya-jin had won herself a following.
Vegeta grumbled to himself about being called "that brat's father" as he had a million times before, but Nanaki could tell he was certainly focused on the fight nonetheless. As she had done so many times before, she settled into a fighting posture familiar to her.
It seemed purely instinct. When she looked back at it later, Aki could hardly remember any of the fight. Something a little more primitive drove her. But what she could remember was lying on the ground, thinking Vegeta was going to kick her from the ring, when he was suddenly on the ground next to her. Her tail had saved her again, tripping him unexpectedly. Before he had time to react she had grabbed his ankle to flip him out of the ring. She was the winner of yet another bout.
"Why you little brat, how dare you..." Vegeta began, spilling out a long and vulgar string of Saiya-jin.
"To be perfectly honest, I got lucky," Aki admitted. "My tail was thinking on its own!"
"It's pretty," Pan said, reaching up to touch it where it was waving in the air.
"Don't. Touch." Nanaki growled, whipping it away and wrapping it firmly about her waist.
"Why?" the little girl asked.
"It hurts," Aki answered. "And if you ever touch it I won't care if you are Gohan and Videl's daughter, you will seriously regret it." Of the whole Son family, Gohan and Videl were the only ones Nanaki cared for at all. Their daughter, however, was quickly becoming an annoyance.
Pan wrinkled up her face. "You're not very nice," she commented. Then they were interrupted by the announcer calling them both to the ring.
Nanaki swaggered up the steps for the fourth time that day. She faced her tiny opponent with a smirk. "So you've managed to beat two opponents today, brat," she said, "While I've beat three. Think you can take me?"
"I'll try," Pan said with an optimism and naivety that nearly made Aki gag. Pan hung around with her grandfather too much.
At first the battle seemed fairly even. A few half-hearted punches landed, but most were blocked. Then both girls turned it up a notch.
Nanaki kicked hard, and Pan was thrown across the ring. She flipped over in the air to stop herself and quickly soared back for her own attack.
Aki had to admit that the girl threw a powerful punch for her size. She wiped away the thin trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth with a smirk. "Good shot, brat. But you haven't experienced the half of what I can do. You're no match for me."
A sharp, sudden backhand flung the toddler to the ground. As soon as she was lying on the ground, Aki took full advantage of the situation. She kicked Pan into the far wall mercilessly. Jeers and boos issued from the crowd who had been charmed by the amazing youngster even more than they had been impressed by Nanaki's flamboyant skills. Only when Pan got up and waved, proving she was alright, did the fans stop their heckling.
"Nanaki Briefs is the winner by ring-out!" said the announcer. "She will go on to fight the great Hercule Satan for the championship!"
Aki could see the fear in the aging champ's eyes as he walked up. The girl was unpredictable. She didn't seem like the type to hold to the promise Goku had made of losing on purpose.
"Don't worry, you won't lose your title to me," she whispered, though her face held a smirk to display that she was in control of the situation. "I don't need to beat you. I've beat some of the best fighters at this tournament, I've set out what I hoped to do. I don't need the money. I'll make it look real at first, but give me one good hit and I'll go down."
Hercule sighed in relief. "Thanks, kid, you don't know how grateful I am." She just shrugged and got ready for their little act.
She punched him in the stomach first, and he pretended that he barely felt a blow that looked bone-crushing. A few more fake hits and he made his first move. She instinctively dodged his first kick before she remembered she was supposed to lose. She let the punch hit her directly and toss her from the ring.
Just to show off, Nanaki landed on her feet. She was careful, however, to make it look like she had landed hard after being tossed like some little rag doll. She brushed some dust from her shorts and walked back to where the others were waiting as Hercule soaked up the admiration from his fans.
"I wish he would come out and tell the truth," she said, rolling her eyes.
"It's not hurting anyone, and the people love him," Trunks said with a shrug. "Besides, we don't have to stick around long. As soon as Goten wakes up, we're all out of here."
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Okay, so those weren't my best fighting scenes. I don't care, because I had fun, and this isn't the most important part of the story anyway.
Disclaimer: I only own Nanaki, not the rest of DBZ
Author's note: I'm just as impatient to get these up and hear your reactions as you guys are to read this stuff. But I'm not going to put up all the chapters at once. There's no telling how often I'll put up chapters from now on, but whenever humanly possible I'll put one up no further apart than every other day. Oh, and in response to the review from kiwiecat: This whole story is already written, and there's no romance, so Aki isn't going to fall for Goten. But like I said last chapter, I'm planning a sequel, and there will be surprises.
Chapter 7: Climbing to the top
"That didn't take long," Aki yawned. "Now it's my turn again." She turned in Vegeta's direction and shouted, "You ready, Dad?!"
"We seem to have a nearly endless supply of family matches in this unique tournament!" The announcer shouted out. "This time a father-daughter match, as Vegeta faces off against Nanaki!"
Wild cheers went up from the crowd for Aki. They had been mesmerized by her showy victory over her brother Trunks. The young teen Saiya-jin had won herself a following.
Vegeta grumbled to himself about being called "that brat's father" as he had a million times before, but Nanaki could tell he was certainly focused on the fight nonetheless. As she had done so many times before, she settled into a fighting posture familiar to her.
It seemed purely instinct. When she looked back at it later, Aki could hardly remember any of the fight. Something a little more primitive drove her. But what she could remember was lying on the ground, thinking Vegeta was going to kick her from the ring, when he was suddenly on the ground next to her. Her tail had saved her again, tripping him unexpectedly. Before he had time to react she had grabbed his ankle to flip him out of the ring. She was the winner of yet another bout.
"Why you little brat, how dare you..." Vegeta began, spilling out a long and vulgar string of Saiya-jin.
"To be perfectly honest, I got lucky," Aki admitted. "My tail was thinking on its own!"
"It's pretty," Pan said, reaching up to touch it where it was waving in the air.
"Don't. Touch." Nanaki growled, whipping it away and wrapping it firmly about her waist.
"Why?" the little girl asked.
"It hurts," Aki answered. "And if you ever touch it I won't care if you are Gohan and Videl's daughter, you will seriously regret it." Of the whole Son family, Gohan and Videl were the only ones Nanaki cared for at all. Their daughter, however, was quickly becoming an annoyance.
Pan wrinkled up her face. "You're not very nice," she commented. Then they were interrupted by the announcer calling them both to the ring.
Nanaki swaggered up the steps for the fourth time that day. She faced her tiny opponent with a smirk. "So you've managed to beat two opponents today, brat," she said, "While I've beat three. Think you can take me?"
"I'll try," Pan said with an optimism and naivety that nearly made Aki gag. Pan hung around with her grandfather too much.
At first the battle seemed fairly even. A few half-hearted punches landed, but most were blocked. Then both girls turned it up a notch.
Nanaki kicked hard, and Pan was thrown across the ring. She flipped over in the air to stop herself and quickly soared back for her own attack.
Aki had to admit that the girl threw a powerful punch for her size. She wiped away the thin trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth with a smirk. "Good shot, brat. But you haven't experienced the half of what I can do. You're no match for me."
A sharp, sudden backhand flung the toddler to the ground. As soon as she was lying on the ground, Aki took full advantage of the situation. She kicked Pan into the far wall mercilessly. Jeers and boos issued from the crowd who had been charmed by the amazing youngster even more than they had been impressed by Nanaki's flamboyant skills. Only when Pan got up and waved, proving she was alright, did the fans stop their heckling.
"Nanaki Briefs is the winner by ring-out!" said the announcer. "She will go on to fight the great Hercule Satan for the championship!"
Aki could see the fear in the aging champ's eyes as he walked up. The girl was unpredictable. She didn't seem like the type to hold to the promise Goku had made of losing on purpose.
"Don't worry, you won't lose your title to me," she whispered, though her face held a smirk to display that she was in control of the situation. "I don't need to beat you. I've beat some of the best fighters at this tournament, I've set out what I hoped to do. I don't need the money. I'll make it look real at first, but give me one good hit and I'll go down."
Hercule sighed in relief. "Thanks, kid, you don't know how grateful I am." She just shrugged and got ready for their little act.
She punched him in the stomach first, and he pretended that he barely felt a blow that looked bone-crushing. A few more fake hits and he made his first move. She instinctively dodged his first kick before she remembered she was supposed to lose. She let the punch hit her directly and toss her from the ring.
Just to show off, Nanaki landed on her feet. She was careful, however, to make it look like she had landed hard after being tossed like some little rag doll. She brushed some dust from her shorts and walked back to where the others were waiting as Hercule soaked up the admiration from his fans.
"I wish he would come out and tell the truth," she said, rolling her eyes.
"It's not hurting anyone, and the people love him," Trunks said with a shrug. "Besides, we don't have to stick around long. As soon as Goten wakes up, we're all out of here."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Okay, so those weren't my best fighting scenes. I don't care, because I had fun, and this isn't the most important part of the story anyway.