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A/N- I am not doing the buu saga as of yet, maybe laterwe will see, but now enjoy. And thank you to my first reviewer psycho king.
""-Speech
'Thoughts
Chapter 3: Tournament time
"Where am I?" a dark-skinned boy groaned upon waking.
"You are in my office young man," a kind voice answered him. Taking a quick look around, he confirmed that he was indeed in a doctor office. Rising to a sitting position he felt a dull ache in his ribs. He turned and sat on the edge of the cot, to face a man with large glasses.
"Who are you?" the teenager asked. The man walked towards the youth and bowed.
"My name is Tofu Ono, and the boy you fought, brought you here." The boy's face took on a slight grimace at that. Hmm I see he has much pride.' "And, what is your name?" The boy stood up to his full height of 6'1 and bowed.
"My name is Malik, just Malik. Thank you for treating me. How much do I owe you?" The doctor waved it off indicting that it was put on Ryouga's tab. The two exchanged polite conversation for a few more minutes. As the boy was leaving Tofu said to him,
"Those ribs need at least a week and a half to heal. I noticed that your aura is linked to the elements and it is causing it to heal rapidly. Even so I caution against any fighting for a week and a half." The boy shook his head in agreement.
"Thank you very much again sir. I will follow your advice." With that he walked out the door, his sword swinging on his hip. Ryouga Hibiki, one day we will meet again. When we do the outcome will be very different, mark my words,' he thought. With thoughts of vindication in his head he walked towards the site of the World Martial arts Tournament. He would train lightly for 1 week while his ribs healed and then intensely for 2 weeks and then rest for one week prior to the day of the event. Stopping by the Cat Café to pick up his duffel bag, he walked out of Nerima.
One month later-Tournament site
Hundreds of fighters were lined up outside the stadium. They all could here the buzz of the large capacity audience. More and more audience members filled inside the arena. The fighters were brought to a place where two monks with microphones were explaining the new rules.
"Instead of the elimination battles of the past, we will use a punching machine to determine strength. The current champion, Hercule, is exempt. He will now demonstrate how it is done." There was a pause, in which silence reigned. Then the sound of a helicopter was heard. A man jumped out the vehicle, and using a jetpack flew down to the area. A loud cheer went up from most of the fighters. The man struts and poses like an idiot.
"Yeah, your hero is here. Now you 2 monks get out of the way so I can show everybody who is the strongest," Hercule says. He rolls of the sleeves of his brown gi and poses dramatically. While doing so a large group of fighters shake their head at how much a fool he is. One man in particular stared in disbelief
"I can't believe that these pitiful humans are actually cheering him," Vegetta growled.
"They believed he defeated Cell Vegetta, what do you expect?" came a gruff voice from the back of the group. All eyes turned to a large green man wearing a white cape and a white turban. "Its only natural they would praise the man who saved their lives, no matter how idiotic he is." Everyone nodded and turned back to the spectacle that is Hercule. He finally punches the machine and scores a 210. The crowd goes wild, all except a few fighters.
"Man Ryouga, I would have thought that Hercule was stronger looking than that. All through the fight the old man was going on and on about how strong that monster was."
"Yeah tell me about it. He seems so weak, but he is the current champion so you never know Ranma," Ryouga responded. A teenage girl directly in back of those two had thoughts of her own.
Father, I'm going to show you how strong I am,' Videl Satan thought. A lone fighter in black and gray smiled. His focus was on two things defeating Ryouga and wining this event. The punching tests begin, while the jr. division went on. After the tests, the monks announced that the 15 highest scores would go on to compete in the tournament.
"We are proud to say," one of the monks said, " that Videl will be fighting in this years event. She scored a fantastic score of 215." While the order of the matches were being determined, Hercule fought an exhibition match with the jr. division champion Trunks Brief.
2 Hours Later
The roar of the crowd was deafening. The crowd buzzed, not knowing who was going to be fighting first. They all wanted to see where their hero was going to end up. The Z fighters' respective families anxiously waited to see when their loved ones would fight, and when the match between Goku and Vegetta would occur. The Nerima squad all wanted to see Ranma and Ryouga duke it out. Suddenly a voice is heard.
"Ladies and Gentleman, this is the moment you have all been waiting for," a blonde announcer said. He paused a bit before continuing, "Welcome to the Worlds Martial arts Tournament!" The crowd went wild again. "We have fighters from all around the globe here, as well as the returning champion Hercule Satan." He had to stop for a full five minutes until the crowd calmed down. "Now that has been said let's get on with the show. The first match will be between a former champion and a runner-up. Let's have a big hand for Tien and Krillan!" The crowd clapped for the two fighters. The two Z fighters walked out to the center of the ring. The announcer tried to explain the rules but Tien held up a hand indicating to skip it. Both fighters faced each other and ignored the roar of the crowd and the talking of the announcer.
"Well Krillan, are you ready to give them a show?" the three eyed man asked his long time comrade in arms.
"Sure, but don't think I'm going to easy on you. I have been training a lot," the short bald monk said. Tien laughed at that.
"No doubt training to keep up with your wife in bed," he teased his friend. "Now let's do this!" Dropping into a stance he began to call on his ki. Krillan followed suit, blue flames of power surrounding his body.
"What power!" a dark-skinned fighter exclaimed. Ranma and Ryouga were in awe of the ki display.
"Damn P-Chan not even Saffron was this strong," Ranma said. Ryouga just nodded his head with a serious look on his face. Tien and Krillan dashed at each other and a flurry of punches too fast for the eye to track ensued. The two took to the air and vanished from site, only to appear in the ring locked in a battle of strength. Krillan broke the grip and did a front flip catching Tien in the face, making the larger man stumble back. Dashing forward he caught the still recovering man with a powerful punch to the gut and a cross to his jaw. Tien used his hand on the floor to keep himself from falling, and he barely dodged Krillan's next attack. The two took to the air again and a short scuffle occurred ending with Tien kicking Krillan away. Using pure speed he appears right above him and does a double axe handle knocking Krillan out the ring. The crowd goes wild.
" And the winner by ring out is Tien!" the announcer screams. All the other fighters except the Z fighters are slack-jawed. Videl is wondering if Gohan has the same ability. I wonder if he is like them. After all they did enter together,' she thinks while chewing her lip. Ranma and Ryouga look at each other and their thoughts are written on their faces: We are in big trouble. Meanwhile Malik is contemplating how he will overcome this difference in power, and if the other fighters he saw with those two are stronger.
"Dad, I have a question? Why do you keep looking at those two guys and that guy over there?" Vegetta's son asked. His father looked at with his familiar scowl, although it was clear that it was softened.
"Those little punks have higher than usual power level. Nothing compared to you or I, or the rest of Kakarots stupid friends for that matter. But they should be fun to watch. Even the Namek feels it." With that being said Vegetta went back to looking at the ring. In the background the announcer can be heard introducing the next fighters. In the meanwhile Goku and Piccolo were having a discussion.
"I think these three kids could be trained and become very powerful. They are all stronger than me at that age, even if they don't know it," Goku said to his friend. Piccolo nodded his agreement.
"Yeah, I think you are right, but it takes more than a high power level to make a warrior," Piccolo replied. During this time Ranma and a fighter named Chaos stepped to the center of the ring. Ranma assumed his usual relaxed stance and a cocky grin on his face. Chaos wore the black suit of a ninja and took a slightly defensive stance. Ranma being Ranma taunted the ninja.
"Are you gonna attack or what? It's not like you stand a chance anyway. You are just a roadblock to the finals," he said while smirking. The ninja having enough of this talk leapt forward and attacked with a combo of punches and kicks, all of which were dodged. All the while Ranma taunted his opponent. "Man you are pathetic." A kick to the head dodged. "Are you sure you study the Art?" Three punches dodged. Then with out warning he shifted into offense. He lashed out with a punch to the head, followed by a spinning back elbow and a ki powered kick to the solar plexus, which knocked him to edge of the ring. Chaos was slow in getting up. "Come on don't tell me that's all you got?" he asked the fallen fighter.
Staggering to his feet, Chaos spat out some blood and said, "No I still have a few tricks." He then threw down a smoke bomb and when it cleared, he was gone. Ranma stood in the center of the ring and stretched his senses as far as he could go. A movement caught his attention, behind him. Waiting until the right moment he turned and delivered his attack: Kachu Tenshin Amaguriken revised- Burning Fists! Over 100 ki-enhanced punches struck Chaos knocking him out. The announcer immediately started the ten-count. Once complete he announced him the winner. He would go on to face Tien.
Goku, Gohan, Piccolo, and Vegetta all exchanged looks. He is good they all thought.' Meanwhile, Malik and Videl were preparing to face off. Gohan looked on anxiously. "Hey dad that's one of the guys who think can be trained like us?" His father nodded absently, and Gohan went back to looking worried. He knew Videl was strong, heck he trained her. However that guy looked really good. He sighed and bit his nails.
Standing in the middle of the ring Malik appraised his opponent. Hmm, she has strong ki, not as powerful as mine, but the first glance can be deceiving. Based on the way she moves, she probably uses direct attacks more than cunning. This should be an almost easy victory.' His assessment complete he fell into an easy stance designed to trick an opponent. Videl leveled a gaze at the young man, and tried to remember what Gohan taught her: find your center, grasp your ki, and release it. A white aura surrounded her as she powered up to her max. Malik's eyes narrowed at this. She is still not as strong as me, but this could be a problem.'
Videl dashed at him, with blinding speed. She attacked high, then low then high again. Malik countered her every move. She lashed out with a sidekick and more punches. Pumping ki through his body, he powered up in a sense and surpassed her in speed. He jumped back and then dashed in with an uppercut that sent her in the air. Amazingly she floated and flew at him. Having the advantage of mobility, she landed several attacks before he was able to counter and roll away. Videl lowered herself to the ground and stood ready.
"Well I must say that was rather surprisingI never expected you to be able to fly like that. Too bad it won't help you win," Malik said with a serious face. He cracked his neck and wiped his mouth. "Now lets get serious," he said while releasing his battle aura. For a regular human it was huge. To the Z fighters it was interesting.
"See Vegetta I told you he was strong. In Ki alone he is stronger than me when my brother came to earth. Not by much, but stronger." Vegetta just grunted and mumbled something along the lines of everyone was stronger than you back then. Meanwhile the fight was blazing. A sweep avoided here, and a kick blocked, followed by flurries of punches made the crowd go insane. A shocked Hercule looked on in disbelief. "My Videl is doing that! It must be the work of that pencil necked geek.' After breaking away from a test of strength Videl launched a ki blast at the boy. He merely looked at it and called out "Reflect!" The ball was sent back at her twice the original speed. It hit her in the shoulder and spun her around. That was the opening Malik needed. He ran at her and punched her in the kidneys and kicked her in the back. Grabbing her attempted counter punch he swung her around and tossed her to the edge of the ring. Gathering his power he shouted out "Air Hammer" and thrust out his hands. A slightly visible distortion flew through the air and struck Videl on that injured shoulder forcing her out the ring.
Gohan rushed to her and pick her, to carry her to the infirmary. He passed Malik and gave him a glare. His ki rose as he struggled not to reach out and pound the other boy. Malik matched his glare and turned and walked out the ring. Such power. There is no way I can defeat him, yet.' he thought to himself. Heading to the backstage area he caught Piccolo, and Goku looking at him oddly. Man, that green guy is big, and both of their powers are huge. Perhaps I can seek them out for training.' He sat down and began to meditate.
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I hope you all like this chapter. Over the next 2 or 3 chapters I will finish up the tournamentand then the real fun begins. What to know what I mean stay tuned and read and review. When school starts I won't have much time to update, but if I get a lot of reviews then I will make time. Until next time.
