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Last time: Pan caught Trunks and Ashley making out on the railing next to the beach.
Chapter 11: Piccolo
Pan walked in the door to the concerned faces of Marron and Bra. She went right by them as Marron asked, "Pan, is everything all right?"
Pan paid her no heed and went past her to the bathroom, where she locked the door without a word.
"Whoa, did you see her or was it just me?" Marron said, bewildered.
"It was like she was on fire," Bra replied. ~
Everyone woke up real early the next morning. Silently they dressed. Marron was not taking part, but Bra decided to give it a try. She was clad in turquoise blue karate pants with a white gi. Pan was wearing her trusty black karate pants and one of those orange and blue shirts that Goku wears, except black. Her pants didn't bunch up at the bottom either; they went straight down. Bra tied her hair into a ponytail, while Pan let her angled ebony hair fall over her shoulders. They indeed, when put together, were yin and yang. Not to say Pan's intentions were evil, just merciless.
Trooping down to breakfast, which would only consist of a slice of toast for the fighters, Gohan looked at his daughter with suspicion. Whatever Trunks did to Pan, Gohan thought, he's going to pay for it now. No use in interfering.
Pan barely ate, concentrating and meditating for the tournament to come. Normally there would be chitchat aplenty, but everyone could feel the tension between Trunks and Pan. It took everything she had to keep from launching at him now. She noticed Trunks did not have his precious blade with him. Weapons were banded; it was all hand-to-hand combat. What Pan was best at. She was glad for the tournament, for it gave her a punching bag, one she could go all out on, and no one would think anything less of her for it.
The drive there (flying would be too conspicuous) was easier, since the hotheads were separated. Talk was more frequent, and Pan was relaxed and excited within the company of her friends.
"Would all contestants please come to the front desks to sign in. Then proceed to the waiting area under the headquarters. All spectators please have cash or check ready at the paying booth. The preliminaries start in approximately thirty minutes." The loudspeaker boomed overhead.
People were running around, looking for lost children, buying refreshments, or finding seats. The ring looked just like it did in Japan. It was plain concrete, no fences or guards. It was surrounded by grass as green as a Namek's skin. People were filling into the stands, it was a huge tournament and at least a thousand people were there to see the fights. At the fourth side of the ring there was a building where fighters could refresh themselves and where Hercule resided. It was all outdoor, with no coverings except under the building where the waiting area for the participators. The rules were standard; a K.O.* and T.K.O.* earned a victory and any opponent touching the grass is win by default. No killing or weapons of any kind. Any violation to the rules results in disqualification.
The three families walked among the rushing crowd.
"Hey, it's Goku!" A familiar voice cried. Ahead of them were Tien, Chaotzu, Yamcha, and the unmistakable Piccolo. Cries of greeting were loud and happy. Gohan was ecstatic to see Piccolo, his former teacher and present friend.
"I'm really glad to see you, Piccolo," Pan's father said, shaking the green man's hand. "Are you planning on entering?"
"Ya, actually I---" But he was cut off by someone transporting next to them. It was the Supreme Kai and Kabuto.
"Greetings, friends. Sorry to drop in on you so suddenly but we couldn't resist another tournament," Kai said.
"Hey! Supreme Kai! What's up!" It was Goku, waving to him.
"See you later Gohan, Piccolo." He nodded to them.
Once all the hellos had been said, they were called for their preliminaries, and everyone passed. Pan still hadn't spoken to Trunks, nor he to her. Not that it mattered. Sparring doesn't need words, only instinct. The first rounds were chosen; this was by far the biggest tournament she had ever seen. Have you ever played Budokai? Well, it's like two of the Adept tournaments. That's rather big. Here were the pairings displayed on the board:
Trunks vs. Yamcha
Red Blood Bob vs. Tien
Krillin vs. Justice John
Hercule vs. Bra
Piccolo vs. Pan
Doomsday Dan vs. #18
Muscular Manny vs. Goten
Vegeta vs. Goku
Piccolo? Well, this should definitely be interesting, thought Pan. Wasn't Piccolo fused with another Namek, Nail? Wait, isn't he also fused with the late Kami? She looked nervously over at the green man. He stared at the board unblinkingly. She gulped.
And so the Worldwide Martial Arts Tournament of San Diego, California began. Trunks stepped up first with Yamcha. They were a slight blur, but Pan caught them with her eyes nonetheless. The fight ended when Trunks punched Yamcha out of the ring into a wall. The crowd cheered mad.
A man in all red, one Red Blood Bob, was up next fighting Tien. One look at Tien's third eye and the man forfeited. Pan didn't blame him. That thing swiveled around like Mad-Eye Moody. Krillin beat another man with a cape and American flag with ease.
When Bra's match came, surprisingly, or rather, not so surprisingly, Hercule was announced severely sick and had called for professional, medical attention. Bra was declared default winner, of which she was not very happy.
Finally it was Pan's turn. She eyed Piccolo again, looking for some kind of weakness. She found none.
~ **** K.O. - knock out T.K.O. - technical knock out ~
Okay, that's it for now and I know you guys are probably disappointed, but I am already writing the next chapter. I know exactly what's going to happen and I suggest you all be patient and check back every now and then. I'm really excited about this, so stay with me. I'm counting on a few reviews so please press that little "Go" button!
-Rite4ever
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z.
Last time: Pan caught Trunks and Ashley making out on the railing next to the beach.
Chapter 11: Piccolo
Pan walked in the door to the concerned faces of Marron and Bra. She went right by them as Marron asked, "Pan, is everything all right?"
Pan paid her no heed and went past her to the bathroom, where she locked the door without a word.
"Whoa, did you see her or was it just me?" Marron said, bewildered.
"It was like she was on fire," Bra replied. ~
Everyone woke up real early the next morning. Silently they dressed. Marron was not taking part, but Bra decided to give it a try. She was clad in turquoise blue karate pants with a white gi. Pan was wearing her trusty black karate pants and one of those orange and blue shirts that Goku wears, except black. Her pants didn't bunch up at the bottom either; they went straight down. Bra tied her hair into a ponytail, while Pan let her angled ebony hair fall over her shoulders. They indeed, when put together, were yin and yang. Not to say Pan's intentions were evil, just merciless.
Trooping down to breakfast, which would only consist of a slice of toast for the fighters, Gohan looked at his daughter with suspicion. Whatever Trunks did to Pan, Gohan thought, he's going to pay for it now. No use in interfering.
Pan barely ate, concentrating and meditating for the tournament to come. Normally there would be chitchat aplenty, but everyone could feel the tension between Trunks and Pan. It took everything she had to keep from launching at him now. She noticed Trunks did not have his precious blade with him. Weapons were banded; it was all hand-to-hand combat. What Pan was best at. She was glad for the tournament, for it gave her a punching bag, one she could go all out on, and no one would think anything less of her for it.
The drive there (flying would be too conspicuous) was easier, since the hotheads were separated. Talk was more frequent, and Pan was relaxed and excited within the company of her friends.
"Would all contestants please come to the front desks to sign in. Then proceed to the waiting area under the headquarters. All spectators please have cash or check ready at the paying booth. The preliminaries start in approximately thirty minutes." The loudspeaker boomed overhead.
People were running around, looking for lost children, buying refreshments, or finding seats. The ring looked just like it did in Japan. It was plain concrete, no fences or guards. It was surrounded by grass as green as a Namek's skin. People were filling into the stands, it was a huge tournament and at least a thousand people were there to see the fights. At the fourth side of the ring there was a building where fighters could refresh themselves and where Hercule resided. It was all outdoor, with no coverings except under the building where the waiting area for the participators. The rules were standard; a K.O.* and T.K.O.* earned a victory and any opponent touching the grass is win by default. No killing or weapons of any kind. Any violation to the rules results in disqualification.
The three families walked among the rushing crowd.
"Hey, it's Goku!" A familiar voice cried. Ahead of them were Tien, Chaotzu, Yamcha, and the unmistakable Piccolo. Cries of greeting were loud and happy. Gohan was ecstatic to see Piccolo, his former teacher and present friend.
"I'm really glad to see you, Piccolo," Pan's father said, shaking the green man's hand. "Are you planning on entering?"
"Ya, actually I---" But he was cut off by someone transporting next to them. It was the Supreme Kai and Kabuto.
"Greetings, friends. Sorry to drop in on you so suddenly but we couldn't resist another tournament," Kai said.
"Hey! Supreme Kai! What's up!" It was Goku, waving to him.
"See you later Gohan, Piccolo." He nodded to them.
Once all the hellos had been said, they were called for their preliminaries, and everyone passed. Pan still hadn't spoken to Trunks, nor he to her. Not that it mattered. Sparring doesn't need words, only instinct. The first rounds were chosen; this was by far the biggest tournament she had ever seen. Have you ever played Budokai? Well, it's like two of the Adept tournaments. That's rather big. Here were the pairings displayed on the board:
Trunks vs. Yamcha
Red Blood Bob vs. Tien
Krillin vs. Justice John
Hercule vs. Bra
Piccolo vs. Pan
Doomsday Dan vs. #18
Muscular Manny vs. Goten
Vegeta vs. Goku
Piccolo? Well, this should definitely be interesting, thought Pan. Wasn't Piccolo fused with another Namek, Nail? Wait, isn't he also fused with the late Kami? She looked nervously over at the green man. He stared at the board unblinkingly. She gulped.
And so the Worldwide Martial Arts Tournament of San Diego, California began. Trunks stepped up first with Yamcha. They were a slight blur, but Pan caught them with her eyes nonetheless. The fight ended when Trunks punched Yamcha out of the ring into a wall. The crowd cheered mad.
A man in all red, one Red Blood Bob, was up next fighting Tien. One look at Tien's third eye and the man forfeited. Pan didn't blame him. That thing swiveled around like Mad-Eye Moody. Krillin beat another man with a cape and American flag with ease.
When Bra's match came, surprisingly, or rather, not so surprisingly, Hercule was announced severely sick and had called for professional, medical attention. Bra was declared default winner, of which she was not very happy.
Finally it was Pan's turn. She eyed Piccolo again, looking for some kind of weakness. She found none.
~ **** K.O. - knock out T.K.O. - technical knock out ~
Okay, that's it for now and I know you guys are probably disappointed, but I am already writing the next chapter. I know exactly what's going to happen and I suggest you all be patient and check back every now and then. I'm really excited about this, so stay with me. I'm counting on a few reviews so please press that little "Go" button!
-Rite4ever