Chapter 13: The Semi Finals
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"And what an amazing couple of young fighters those two are!" said the MC as the fourth round of the junior division came to an end. "I'm sure they'll go a long way in martial arts! Next up is Trunks and Marron! Trunks is the son of Vegeta and Bulma Briefs and Marron's parents of Krillin and the mysterious lady with a number for a name, 18! Vegeta, Krillin, and 18 have all proven themselves excelent fighters in this tournament so far! And if these two are even half as tough as their parents then I'm sure we're in for a spectacular match!"
"Good luck Trunks-kun," said Goten as Trunks left to go to the ring.
"I don't need luck, rice for brains," replied Trunks, "I'd win this fight with both arms tied behind my back." Vegeta smirked in pride at his son. No half tin can half bald dwarf would kick his boy's butt.
"Good luck sweetie," said Krillin while patting his daughter on the head.
"Trunks!" the lavender haired youth gulped at looked up at his mother. "You better not hurt her too badly young man."
"Yes mom."
"Leave the brat alone Onna. He can do whatever he wants." Bulma whirrled around and glared at her husband.
"He'll do no such thing! I will not have him beating up a little girl for some stupid prize!"
"Good luck Trunks-chan," said Marron before skipping out to the ring. Trunks eyed his quralling parents as 18 and Krillin joined in in defence of their daughter before going to the ring himself.
Trunks looked at Marron in curiosity. He had barely even touched her and now she was lying on the floor of the ring and crying. Maybe he hadn't held back as much as he'd thought? One glance to the side of the ring told him his mother wasn't happy. And beside her he could see a...smirking 18? Why she was smirking he didn't know. But he was sure he wouldn't like the reason. "Marron?" he said as he approached the little girl. "You ok?" Sniffles were his only reply.
"Don't get any closer boy. It's a trick," muttered Vegeta as he watched his son move ever closer to Marron and the edge of the ring next to her.
"Marron?" Trunks kneeled next to her, resting a hand on her back. Instally the sound of her crying stopped. "Marron?" he asked again. "Are you--" Marron suddenly sprang at him, grabbing him by the wrist and using all her strength to toss him from the ring.
"And Marron is the winner!" exclaimed the MC as the little girl smiled happily at the roaring croud and her parents.
"Ha ha! Way to teach your son how to fight Vegeta!" crowed Krillin. "I... Ouch! 18? What was that for?" muttered the former munk while rubbing his head.
"Don't be a sore winner," replied 18 as Marron ran up to her.
"Mommy! Mommy! Did you see me win?!" the little girl asked asked excitedly.
18 smiled her ever so slight smile at her, "You did a good job."
"Good job? Ha!" exclaimed Vegeta. "She cheated!"
"She didn't cheat, Veggie-chan," said Bulma. "She just outsmarted him."
"Onna! I'll--"
"You'll do what Vegeta?" Everyone took a step back from the woman as her hands moved to rest on her hips. Even Vegeta, the one most acustomed to her oft quick temper, was taken aback if the slight faulter in his glare as any indication.
Vegeta mulled over what he could say and settled on something, "Come boy, you're gonna train."
As Trunks was in the process of being dragged away by his father, Marron stopped them and gave Trunks a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks for letting me win," said Marron as a beat red Trunks blinked at her with wide eyes.
"Looks like someone's got a girlfriend," chuckled Yamcha.
Vegeta smirked at him, "That's more then we can say about you."
A speechless Trunks was being dragged down the hall several seconds before practicly yelling, "I didn't let you win!"
"I hope you all enjoyed that portion of the junior devision tournament as much as I did! Now let's get the first round of the semi finals for the adult division under way! Would Selene and Saiyagirl come to the ring!"
Videl stopped in the doorway to the fighter's waiting area upon feeling a hand on her shoulder.
"I don't want you to go easy on me just because I'm your mother," said Selene when Videl looked at her.
"You don't have to worry about that. I'll just pretend I'm fighting poppa," replied Videl.
Selene gave her an amused smirk, "I suppose that would do even though I don't have a death wish."
"Mrs. Satan! Mrs. Satan! How do you feel about your defeat at the hands of Saiyagirl?" shouted a reporter over the din of the other journalists.
"I don't like being defeated but I'm also not upset about my loss."
"But before your match you were and Son Goku were the ones favored to face eachother in the finals!" yelled another reporter.
"Saiyagirl is an excelent fighter and I think that Goku will not be making it past his match with Saiyaman."
"Goku has yet to lose before the finals! What makes you think that he cannot beat a rookie like Saiyaman?!"
"Yea, do you know something about Saiyaman?!"
"Oh no, it's nothing like that," replied Selene "I just think that we'll be seeing Saiyaman and Saiyagirl in the finals." Behind her the door to her and Hercule's private room at the stadium opened.
"Selene, have you seen...oh..." Mr. Satan's eyes widdened slightly as his hand instictivly gripped his towel, the only thing he had on, to keep it in place. But in a few short seconds the man had composed himself and closed the door. And upon taking a step forward he realised something was wrong as the hall way suddenly felt rather drafty.
Next to him his wife blushed slightly and reached for the towel to hide her husband's shame. But it was too late as cameras flashed, female reporters swooned, and one guy with a far away look in his eyes fanned himself.
"Err...excuse us..." said Selene as she stepped infront of Hercule and shoved him back into their room.
"Ok folks, here it is, the final round of the junior division! Will the winner be little Marron or Goten? I don't know about the rest of you but I'm rooting for Marron! This little girl has shown some amazing fighting prowess for her age."
"Why do they have to have the junior division now?" pouted Goku. "I wanna fight now!"
"Cheer up Tou-san," said Gohan as he watched Goten and Marron walk out to the ring. "I'll defeat you soon enough."
Goku grinned at his son in that way only he could, "I don't think so. I've got to win this thing."
"Looks like he's thinking about you guys for once," whispered Bulma to Chi-Chi.
"We need the money for food!" exclaimed Goku.
"Then again maybe not," said Bulma.
Gohan watched his brother and Marron fight for several seconds before replying, "I need it too...for... Don't drop your guard like that Goten!" yelled the teen as Goten bent down to tie a loose shoelace. The only problem was that the shoelace wasn't untied, nor did he in fact have laces on his boots. But by the time the young boy realized this it was too late. Marron had gathered as much ki as she could and fired the the pulsating ball at Goten, sending him skidding across the ring's surface before knocking him from it.
"And little Marron has won! It appears that the junior division is where the girls rule. Since, for the last two tournaments, one has beaten the odds and their opponents to claim the tidle of the strogest child in the martial arts world!"
"Srongest my ass!" roared Vegeta. "She cheats by tricking her opponent."
"Nah, she only did that with Trunks and Goten," replied Goku. "She's pretty smart when it comes to fighting."
"You don't have any room to talk about intelgence Kakarott." Goku scratched his head.
"Why's that Vegeta? And this room is pretty big." Vegeta's eyebrow twitched.
"Kakaro--"
"Hey! Good job Marron!" congradulated Krillin as his daughter came back from the ring and became the center of attention. Behind her Goten dragged his feet, he was obviously not happy about his defeet.
Goku grinned at his youngest son, "You did good too Goten."
"But I lost!"
"Aw..." Goku ruffled the kid's hair. "You learn more from loosing then from winning."
"So? I lost! I wanted to win!" Videl smiled at him and knelt down so she was at his level.
"How about we go get some ice cream after the tournament's over?" The kid's eyes widdened at the mention of what he considered the best food on earth.
"Really?" Videl nodded and was suddenly bowled over by Goten, which caused her to knock Gohan over and the three of them to end up in a pile on the floor. "You're the best Nee-chan!" exclaimed Goten as he hugged her.
"Careful there Goten. You might hurt her and then she won't be able to buy us ice cream," said Gohan.
Goten grinned at him and replied, "But I can't hurt Nee-chan. She's too strong."
"I don't know about that kiddo. I think you almost cracked a rib with that hug," said Videl as they got up from the floor. "Before too long you'll be the strongest one here."
"No, I'll be the strongest!" said Trunks as he joined in the conversation. "No son of a third class baka is gonna be str- Ouch! What was that for Mom?" asked Trunks as he rubbed at his sore head.
"You know better then to say things like that," replied Bulma as she handed Chi-Chi's frying pan back to her.
Better you then me, thought Vegeta while snickering before smirking at Goku. "Hey Kakarott, you want to fight in the next round don't you?"
Goku raised an eyebrow at Vegeta, "Yea, why?"
"Because that morron out there is going to disqualify you and the boy if you two don't get out there."
"Huh?" Goku looked out to the arena before grabbing Gohan by the arm and running out to the ring.
"Ah, good of you to join us," said the MC when Goku and Gohan appeared next to him. "Now if you two are ready, begin!" Gohan and Goku looked at each other for a second, he hadn't even waited for them to take up their positions. With a shrug, Gohan charged at his father.
Goku grinned and readied to defend himself only to blink in surprise when Gohan suddenly disappeared. The Saiya-jin couldn't even detect his son's energy. Alowing his instincts to take over, Goku spun around in expectation of an attack from behind. His instincts were partly right for he was sent sprawling by a blow to the back, but only after having turned around. "That's a pretty good trick, how'd you do it?" asked Goku as he got up.
"Do what?" Gohan smirked at his father. "This?" the demi-Saiya-jin disappeared and reappeared behind his father. "I improved on something you taught me." Gohan lept into the air when Goku tried to knock his legs out from under him.
"Where's Gohan?" asked Chi-Chi when Videl landed. Gohan had won his match against Goku when, after nearly an hour and a half of fighting, he had knocked his father from the air and into the ground outside the ring. And now they were having a picknick to celebrate Gohan and Videl facing each other in the finals.
"I don't know. He said he had something to take care of and left." Chi-Chi raised an eyebrow at the girl. Videl smiled at her and said, "He said that he'd be back in time to eat."
"Oh, ok. But I wasn't wondering about that," replied Chi-Chi as she dug through the various capsules of food and other things.
"Then what were you wondering about?" asked Videl as she picked up one of the capsules and tossed it to Chi-Chi. The woman checked the label before pressing the button and tossing it over her shoulder. In a puff of smoke a grill appeared.
Chi-Chi glanced at her while preparing some food for the grill, "Why he didn't take you with him."
Videl shrugged and replied, "I don't know. Although he was pretty adamant about going alone, he probably wanted to go buy some books or something," a light chuckle acompanied the last part.
"So Gohan ran off without you?" asked Yamcha while digging for something to drink in the cooler. "Sounds like trouble in paradice to me. You can't spend all your time with someone and not grow tired of their presents." Videl blinked at him several times before bursting into laughter.
"Oh please, get sick of Gohan? I don't think so," replied Videl. "And besides, we spend time apart so we can appreciate our time together."
"Like last night?" asked a smirking Krillin. "I'm surprised no one reported you two for making too much noise."
"W-what?!" stammered Videl. "We...err....didn't do anything last night."
"Like hell you weren't," chuckled Krillin while taking a swig of his drink.
"Not to mention the fact that the entire place seemed to shake like there was an earthquake," added Yamcha.
Chi-Chi chuckled quietly to herself before noticing that Bulma seemed awfully quite. She was about to comment on it when she noticed the that the blue haired scientist's cheeks here a rosey shade of red. Chi-Chi smirked as it fit into place. And now that she thought about it, she had heard someone knocking on the door across the hall. The door to Bulma and Vegeta's room. "For someone your age you were sure noisey last night," said Chi-Chi while smirking at the surprised look on Bulma's face. "Although it explaines why you wanted Trunks to stay in our room."
"What?" asked Yamcha and Krillin.
Vegeta smirked proudly at them, "It was the Onna that you heard last night. Not the brat."
"Vegeta!" snapped Bulma as Gohan landed amongst them.
"What I miss?" asked Gohan upon seeing an embarassed Bulma and a perturbed Vegeta.
"Bulma and Vegeta were too noisy last night and someone called the front desk on them," answered Yamcha.
"Really?" Gohan scratched his head, "Someone came to our room last night too. I didn't think we were that noisy."
"Gohan!" yelled Videl as she through her open bottle of water at him.
"What was that for?" asked the now wet demi-Saiya-jin.
"So you two didn't do anything last night huh?" ribbed Kirllin.
"It's not like that!" exclaimed Videl.
"Oh? Then what is it like?"
"We were singing karaoke and I guess we got a little loud," replied Gohan.
"Karaoke? That's what you two got in trouble for?" Krillin shook his head before realizing something. "If all you two did last night was sing karaoke then why were you so embarassed?"
"Huh?" Videl raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh...I don't know," replied the raven haired girl with a shrug.
"She doesn't want anyone to know she can sing," replied Gohan. This time Videl picked up a soda can off the table and threw it at him. Luckly the boy saw it coming and dodged. He was already wet, he didn't need to be sticky too.
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