Chapter 18
"Okay folks, we are down to our final four. The Semifinals Round will again have a thirty-minute time limit. Up first in this round will be Akira against Sike."
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Akira walked out to the ring and looked around, Sike was no where to be seen. Part of Akira was a little disappointed, when he'd told the big man to leave he'd meant it, but after hearing Vegeta's story, Akira had been looking forward to the challenge.
"Would Sike please report to the ring? Your match is scheduled to begin right now," the announcer called out. "Mr. Sike, you have five minutes to report to the ring or unfortunately you will be disqualified."
Akira sat down at the edge of the ring and waited. With two minutes left, Sike entered the arena and walked calmly to the ring, a grin of satisfaction on his face.
"I was beginning to think you were smart enough not to show," Akira said as the big man approached.
"I had some... business to take care of." The monstrous man replied.
"Alright, now that both fighters are here if they would kindly step to their lines we'll begin," the announcer said in a loud voice.
Sike and Akira did as they were told and a moment later the bell rang. The two combatants stared at each other in hatred and then Sike began to laugh.
"You fool. You have no idea what you're up against, do you? Well, let me show you." With that Sike began to gather his energy, a deep red aura surrounded him, expanding outward like a whirl wind, black bolts of electricity flashed around the massive man as he stood in the center of the storm, yelling with exertion. After a moment the wind died down, but the red glow remained around Sike, he smiled viciously, "You see, you may be strong, but nothing can stand against a warrior of Ammit!"
Akira folded his arms and smirked. "Well I must admit that your power up is more than I expected, but let's just say, I'm not scared."
Sike's eyes narrowed and then he growled, "Talk is cheap, let's see you back it up boy!" He threw one hand forward and fired a massive ki blast.
Akira was taken off guard and the blast tossed him into the air, on his way down he flipped over and landed on his feet, staring angrily at his attacker. Sike smiled and then launched into the air, Akira followed his lead. The two met with a furious exchange of punches that lasted for several minutes without either gaining an advantage. Finally Sike caught Akira with a hard right that sent the young fighter smashing into the ring with an explosion of dust and debris.
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Pan gave a small gasp as she saw Akira crash into the ring floor. She told herself again and again that Akira had proven himself more than strong enough to win this fight during his match with her father, but after what had happened to her when she had fought Sike, she couldn't help but fear for the young man's safety.
A hand touched her shoulder and squeezed gently. "He'll be fine dear," Gohan said quietly. She turned and hugged her father, pleased to see him back on his feet.
"Dad! Are you feeling better?" she asked excitedly.
"I'm still a little sore, but I think I'll live."
"Do you remember what happened?" Goten asked walking towards them from the far side of the balcony.
"Well, to be honest, no. I remember the beginning of the fight just fine, but after I ascended things get hazy. Since I woke up in a rejuvenation tank, I'm guessing I lost," he laughed.
"What the heck do you think you're doing?" Chi-chi's shrill voice called out. "You're supposed to be in the infirmary Gohan. Can't anyone stay in their tank while they heal?"
Gohan stiffened slightly and flashed his most disarming smile; "I'll go back in when this match is over, I just wanted to see Akira fight this guy."
Chi-chi threw her arms up in disgust, "Fine, do whatever you want! You're a big boy now you can take care of yourself... or that's the theory anyway."
Gohan and Pan smiled at each other and turned their attention back to the match.
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When the air cleared, Akira was standing in a large crater, his clothes were torn in a dozen places, but he appeared unharmed. Sike dropped to the ground and the two stared at each other.
"Scared yet, child?" the large warrior asked mockingly. "Cause if you're not, I'd be happy to give you some more reasons."
"Bring it on," the young man said with a smile.
Sike rushed at him again and hit Akira with several painful looking punches and kicks that sent the boy flying through the air towards the other side of the ring. When he was about three feet from the ground, Akira did a small flip and landed on his feet. Sike's mouth dropped in surprise.
"Now that you've shown me what I'm up against, maybe its time I let you in on what you're up against." Akira disappeared.
The big man looked around, trying to locate him, then spun when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Akira was standing behind him. Sike threw a punch, but it simply passed through the young man's after-image. Another tap on the shoulder, another punch, another after-image. Sike was now spinning in circles, four Akira's surrounding him, but each time he threw a punch, it passed through its target. He roared in frustration turned to the next Akira in line, again tried to punch it.
Akira's hand flew up and caught the enormous fist when it was mere inches from his face. "How does it feel to be outclassed in every possible way?" he asked.
With his skin now touching Akira's, Sike felt the energy the boy was concealing, his face filled with fear. "No... no, it can't be... no human can have this kind of power... it's some sort of trick!"
Akira tossed him to the other side of the ring and then smiled, "Well, I guess I have about twenty minutes to convince you other wise."
Sike threw a quick ki blast at him and then charged the boy. Akira swatted the blast away, and then side stepped the big warrior's punch, kicking him in the back as he went by. Sike stumbled and fell, but immediately pulled himself to his feet. He charged again, throwing a series of punches and kicks, but Akira dodged them all, never once taking his eyes off the big man's.
Suddenly Sike stopped moving; he looked down and, to his surprise, found Akira's fist pressed against his stomach. The large man fell forward, leaning against Akira's shoulder.
"You never stood a chance against me," the young man whispered in Sike's ear. "Give up now, before I'm forced to really hurt you." With that Akira shifted slightly and the large warrior slid to the ground.
The announcer began the ten-count and for a moment it seemed that Akira had won, but just as the count reached eight, Sike slowly began to climb to his feet.
Akira watched in silence, shaking his head at the stupidity of the man. Then Sike looked at him and the blood drained from Akira's face.
Sike's eyes were now completely black, with a red mist rising from their edges. Akira was transfixed; he couldn't pull his gaze away from those awful eyes.
"What's the matter boy? Cat got your tongue?" Sike asked in a raspy voice that was not his own. Then his fist shot out and smashed into Akira's face. Akira's head snapped back painfully and he crashed to the ring floor. Groggily he stood up, only to be slammed to the ground by another blow from the huge warrior. The young fighter coughed up blood, as far back as he could remember—which admittedly wasn't that far—he'd never been hit this hard.
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Gohan was shaking as he watched Sike land the two impossibly hard blows. ~Akira's strong, but he's going to get killed if Sike has that kind of power behind him!~ he thought, then said out loud, "Akira needs to quit, Sike is too strong for him."
"No, dad—" Pan started, but was interrupted by Master Roshi.
"Gohan is right, Akira will be killed if the fight continues like this, Sike's power has become enormous." Others in the room were nodding gravely.
"No! You guys don't understand." Pan yelled in frustration. "Akira's still holding back a lot of his power..."
Gohan looked at his daughter in confusion, then, from somewhere deep in his mind, an image of Akira, his hair standing straight up and eyes flashing between black and green, floated to the surface.
Gohan's brow furrowed in confusion. ~How can this be?~ he asked himself, turning his attention again back to the ring.
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~What the hell happened to this guy?~ Akira thought angrily from the ground, ~one moment he's barely standing and the next he's slapping me around like its nothing. I won't let him do this to me; I'll get him for what he did to Pan! If I don't stop him now, who knows who he'll be after next? It might be Goten, Krillin, Gohan, or even Pan again...~ The thought of Pan's broken body being help up by the monster before him caused the young man's blood to boil in his veins, his eyes clouded over in rage. He couldn't control it. He didn't want to control it.
"You tried to kill Pan, you're friend near killed Tien, and I can tell that you plan on killing me," Akira said in a strained voice. "It's not going to happen though. I won't let you hurt anyone ever again!" His barrier dropped and the powers that he had kept hidden exploded in a golden tornado. Sike stepped back, staring in wonder as the young man rose to his feet, his messy hair flashing between gold and black. His muscles bulged and lightening flashed around him. Finally his hair spiked up and remained gold. Akira's now-green eyes locked on his enemy and his lips curled into a snarl.
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Nearly everyone on the balcony stared open mouthed at the newly revealed Super Saiyan and then turned to Pan in unison.
"Hey," she said holding up her hands, "don't look at me. He never said anything about this," ~again.~
"I knew," Gohan said quietly.
"How?" asked Videl, gently putting her hand on his arm.
"He nearly transformed at the end of our fight, it's one of the last things that I remember, but I think I knew before then," Gohan said as he tried focus on his fragmented memories of the fight. "I could see it in his eyes... he looked like dad did when he first transformed on Namek and even more like Pan in the gravity room. When a Saiyan first transforms, the power and emotions can be overwhelming, especially if its something they've never felt before. All you feel is rage and if you aren't careful that rage can take control.
"But how can he be a Saiyan?" Goten asked, "Vegeta and dad were the only Saiyans left, where did Akira come from?" No one had an answer for him.
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"So," Sike said at last, "this is the secret to your power, you're just another one of those monkeys!" Akira didn't respond; he just continued to stare at the huge man. "Well, I'm still not afraid of you. The Saiyans are a pathetic race compared to the perfection of the Dark Lord! Your new powers pale in comparison to the powers I've been given." Still Akira stared with unblinking eyes. "Nothing to say, eh? Well how do you feel about this: when this fight is finished and you are broken and bleeding in the center of the ring, I am going to bring out all of your pitiful friends and kill them one at a time right here in front of you." Akira's face twitched ever so slightly, Sike smiled triumphantly and continued; "Maybe I'll even have some fun with that little girlfriend of yours. Show her what its like being with a real man!"
Akira's face twisted in rage; he screamed and let out a new burst of power. The big man snarled and the two of them rushed at each other. Sike connected with several punches and kicks, but Akira didn't even seem to feel them. The boy delivered blow after blow, driving the large warrior back, pounding him mercilessly. Sike took to the air, but Akira was already in front of him, not letting up for a second. The two powerhouses chased each other around the arena, attacking one another savagely. Akira's brain was no longer functioning; all he knew was his rage and the enemy that he intended to destroy.
Sike was beginning to slow down, he knew that he couldn't keep the fight up much longer, the Saiyan was overwhelming him. He had to end it soon, or he would die. With a Herculean effort, he slammed his fist into the boy and sent him plummeting into the ring. Before Akira had even hit the ground, Sike began throwing rapid-fire energy blasts. He poured as much power into them as he could, shooting each into the ever-expanding cloud of smoke that was rising from the ring floor. He knew that he could not stop until he was sure the boy was finished.
Suddenly a golden light began to expand from outward from the ring, swallowing up every blast Sike threw. The big man's eyes went wide as Akira become visible in the center of the light.
Akira drew his arms to his side and charged an immense ki blast, the light that was protecting him seemed to be sucked back into his hands, and then he threw his arms forward and yelled, "Sei Kaze!" A beam of swirling red and gold light shot from his hands and hit Sike in the chest, the warrior screamed in pain as he was tossed higher into the air. He flew end over end until Akira appeared behind him and threw a vicious elbow into his back. The large man began to drop to the ground, but he wasn't falling fast enough for the enraged Super Saiyan. Akira again brought back his hands then threw them forward, "Sei Kaze!" he yelled again. The swirling ki blast propelled Sike into the floor, destroying the entire ring in the process.
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For several seconds there was complete silence, the entire crowd staring open mouthed at the pile of ruble. Finally the announcer regained his voice.
"Um, I guess that's a ring out," he said in awe. "Uh, ladies and gentleman... Akira is the...uh, winner..." The crowd still sat and stared in stunned silence. The announcer cleared his throat and tried again, "Ladies and Gentleman, Akira is the Winner! He advances to the Finals!" A few people managed to wake up enough to cheer though most were still staring at the ring in disbelief. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------
Akira landed beside the hole that had once been the ring and peered inside. Sike lying on his back in the middle of the crater, his arms and legs were bent and twisted in unpleasant ways. A large part of Akira hoped he'd killed him, even if it would mean his disqualification, but then the warrior twitched slightly and groaned. Sike's eyes snapped open, they had returned to their original color.
"Ammit will make you pay! You and your friends are living on borrowed time. When you finally meet the Dark Lord, you and your little girlfriend will learn what true suffering is!" he cried out in a raspy voice.
Akira face filled with anger again. His hand shot in front of him and shook slightly as he powered up another ki blast, intending to send this vile man back to whatever hell he had crawled out of.
{No!} a voice called out in his mind.
Akira's head snapped around and his eyes fell upon Bulma's balcony. There was Pan, shaking her head and screaming for him to stop. The red haze of battle rage fell from his mind and he slowly let his arm fall, powering down as he did.
"Let your master know what happens to those who mess with my friends," Akira called down to Sike and then he turned and walked away.
"Okay folks, we are down to our final four. The Semifinals Round will again have a thirty-minute time limit. Up first in this round will be Akira against Sike."
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Akira walked out to the ring and looked around, Sike was no where to be seen. Part of Akira was a little disappointed, when he'd told the big man to leave he'd meant it, but after hearing Vegeta's story, Akira had been looking forward to the challenge.
"Would Sike please report to the ring? Your match is scheduled to begin right now," the announcer called out. "Mr. Sike, you have five minutes to report to the ring or unfortunately you will be disqualified."
Akira sat down at the edge of the ring and waited. With two minutes left, Sike entered the arena and walked calmly to the ring, a grin of satisfaction on his face.
"I was beginning to think you were smart enough not to show," Akira said as the big man approached.
"I had some... business to take care of." The monstrous man replied.
"Alright, now that both fighters are here if they would kindly step to their lines we'll begin," the announcer said in a loud voice.
Sike and Akira did as they were told and a moment later the bell rang. The two combatants stared at each other in hatred and then Sike began to laugh.
"You fool. You have no idea what you're up against, do you? Well, let me show you." With that Sike began to gather his energy, a deep red aura surrounded him, expanding outward like a whirl wind, black bolts of electricity flashed around the massive man as he stood in the center of the storm, yelling with exertion. After a moment the wind died down, but the red glow remained around Sike, he smiled viciously, "You see, you may be strong, but nothing can stand against a warrior of Ammit!"
Akira folded his arms and smirked. "Well I must admit that your power up is more than I expected, but let's just say, I'm not scared."
Sike's eyes narrowed and then he growled, "Talk is cheap, let's see you back it up boy!" He threw one hand forward and fired a massive ki blast.
Akira was taken off guard and the blast tossed him into the air, on his way down he flipped over and landed on his feet, staring angrily at his attacker. Sike smiled and then launched into the air, Akira followed his lead. The two met with a furious exchange of punches that lasted for several minutes without either gaining an advantage. Finally Sike caught Akira with a hard right that sent the young fighter smashing into the ring with an explosion of dust and debris.
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Pan gave a small gasp as she saw Akira crash into the ring floor. She told herself again and again that Akira had proven himself more than strong enough to win this fight during his match with her father, but after what had happened to her when she had fought Sike, she couldn't help but fear for the young man's safety.
A hand touched her shoulder and squeezed gently. "He'll be fine dear," Gohan said quietly. She turned and hugged her father, pleased to see him back on his feet.
"Dad! Are you feeling better?" she asked excitedly.
"I'm still a little sore, but I think I'll live."
"Do you remember what happened?" Goten asked walking towards them from the far side of the balcony.
"Well, to be honest, no. I remember the beginning of the fight just fine, but after I ascended things get hazy. Since I woke up in a rejuvenation tank, I'm guessing I lost," he laughed.
"What the heck do you think you're doing?" Chi-chi's shrill voice called out. "You're supposed to be in the infirmary Gohan. Can't anyone stay in their tank while they heal?"
Gohan stiffened slightly and flashed his most disarming smile; "I'll go back in when this match is over, I just wanted to see Akira fight this guy."
Chi-chi threw her arms up in disgust, "Fine, do whatever you want! You're a big boy now you can take care of yourself... or that's the theory anyway."
Gohan and Pan smiled at each other and turned their attention back to the match.
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When the air cleared, Akira was standing in a large crater, his clothes were torn in a dozen places, but he appeared unharmed. Sike dropped to the ground and the two stared at each other.
"Scared yet, child?" the large warrior asked mockingly. "Cause if you're not, I'd be happy to give you some more reasons."
"Bring it on," the young man said with a smile.
Sike rushed at him again and hit Akira with several painful looking punches and kicks that sent the boy flying through the air towards the other side of the ring. When he was about three feet from the ground, Akira did a small flip and landed on his feet. Sike's mouth dropped in surprise.
"Now that you've shown me what I'm up against, maybe its time I let you in on what you're up against." Akira disappeared.
The big man looked around, trying to locate him, then spun when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Akira was standing behind him. Sike threw a punch, but it simply passed through the young man's after-image. Another tap on the shoulder, another punch, another after-image. Sike was now spinning in circles, four Akira's surrounding him, but each time he threw a punch, it passed through its target. He roared in frustration turned to the next Akira in line, again tried to punch it.
Akira's hand flew up and caught the enormous fist when it was mere inches from his face. "How does it feel to be outclassed in every possible way?" he asked.
With his skin now touching Akira's, Sike felt the energy the boy was concealing, his face filled with fear. "No... no, it can't be... no human can have this kind of power... it's some sort of trick!"
Akira tossed him to the other side of the ring and then smiled, "Well, I guess I have about twenty minutes to convince you other wise."
Sike threw a quick ki blast at him and then charged the boy. Akira swatted the blast away, and then side stepped the big warrior's punch, kicking him in the back as he went by. Sike stumbled and fell, but immediately pulled himself to his feet. He charged again, throwing a series of punches and kicks, but Akira dodged them all, never once taking his eyes off the big man's.
Suddenly Sike stopped moving; he looked down and, to his surprise, found Akira's fist pressed against his stomach. The large man fell forward, leaning against Akira's shoulder.
"You never stood a chance against me," the young man whispered in Sike's ear. "Give up now, before I'm forced to really hurt you." With that Akira shifted slightly and the large warrior slid to the ground.
The announcer began the ten-count and for a moment it seemed that Akira had won, but just as the count reached eight, Sike slowly began to climb to his feet.
Akira watched in silence, shaking his head at the stupidity of the man. Then Sike looked at him and the blood drained from Akira's face.
Sike's eyes were now completely black, with a red mist rising from their edges. Akira was transfixed; he couldn't pull his gaze away from those awful eyes.
"What's the matter boy? Cat got your tongue?" Sike asked in a raspy voice that was not his own. Then his fist shot out and smashed into Akira's face. Akira's head snapped back painfully and he crashed to the ring floor. Groggily he stood up, only to be slammed to the ground by another blow from the huge warrior. The young fighter coughed up blood, as far back as he could remember—which admittedly wasn't that far—he'd never been hit this hard.
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Gohan was shaking as he watched Sike land the two impossibly hard blows. ~Akira's strong, but he's going to get killed if Sike has that kind of power behind him!~ he thought, then said out loud, "Akira needs to quit, Sike is too strong for him."
"No, dad—" Pan started, but was interrupted by Master Roshi.
"Gohan is right, Akira will be killed if the fight continues like this, Sike's power has become enormous." Others in the room were nodding gravely.
"No! You guys don't understand." Pan yelled in frustration. "Akira's still holding back a lot of his power..."
Gohan looked at his daughter in confusion, then, from somewhere deep in his mind, an image of Akira, his hair standing straight up and eyes flashing between black and green, floated to the surface.
Gohan's brow furrowed in confusion. ~How can this be?~ he asked himself, turning his attention again back to the ring.
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~What the hell happened to this guy?~ Akira thought angrily from the ground, ~one moment he's barely standing and the next he's slapping me around like its nothing. I won't let him do this to me; I'll get him for what he did to Pan! If I don't stop him now, who knows who he'll be after next? It might be Goten, Krillin, Gohan, or even Pan again...~ The thought of Pan's broken body being help up by the monster before him caused the young man's blood to boil in his veins, his eyes clouded over in rage. He couldn't control it. He didn't want to control it.
"You tried to kill Pan, you're friend near killed Tien, and I can tell that you plan on killing me," Akira said in a strained voice. "It's not going to happen though. I won't let you hurt anyone ever again!" His barrier dropped and the powers that he had kept hidden exploded in a golden tornado. Sike stepped back, staring in wonder as the young man rose to his feet, his messy hair flashing between gold and black. His muscles bulged and lightening flashed around him. Finally his hair spiked up and remained gold. Akira's now-green eyes locked on his enemy and his lips curled into a snarl.
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Nearly everyone on the balcony stared open mouthed at the newly revealed Super Saiyan and then turned to Pan in unison.
"Hey," she said holding up her hands, "don't look at me. He never said anything about this," ~again.~
"I knew," Gohan said quietly.
"How?" asked Videl, gently putting her hand on his arm.
"He nearly transformed at the end of our fight, it's one of the last things that I remember, but I think I knew before then," Gohan said as he tried focus on his fragmented memories of the fight. "I could see it in his eyes... he looked like dad did when he first transformed on Namek and even more like Pan in the gravity room. When a Saiyan first transforms, the power and emotions can be overwhelming, especially if its something they've never felt before. All you feel is rage and if you aren't careful that rage can take control.
"But how can he be a Saiyan?" Goten asked, "Vegeta and dad were the only Saiyans left, where did Akira come from?" No one had an answer for him.
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"So," Sike said at last, "this is the secret to your power, you're just another one of those monkeys!" Akira didn't respond; he just continued to stare at the huge man. "Well, I'm still not afraid of you. The Saiyans are a pathetic race compared to the perfection of the Dark Lord! Your new powers pale in comparison to the powers I've been given." Still Akira stared with unblinking eyes. "Nothing to say, eh? Well how do you feel about this: when this fight is finished and you are broken and bleeding in the center of the ring, I am going to bring out all of your pitiful friends and kill them one at a time right here in front of you." Akira's face twitched ever so slightly, Sike smiled triumphantly and continued; "Maybe I'll even have some fun with that little girlfriend of yours. Show her what its like being with a real man!"
Akira's face twisted in rage; he screamed and let out a new burst of power. The big man snarled and the two of them rushed at each other. Sike connected with several punches and kicks, but Akira didn't even seem to feel them. The boy delivered blow after blow, driving the large warrior back, pounding him mercilessly. Sike took to the air, but Akira was already in front of him, not letting up for a second. The two powerhouses chased each other around the arena, attacking one another savagely. Akira's brain was no longer functioning; all he knew was his rage and the enemy that he intended to destroy.
Sike was beginning to slow down, he knew that he couldn't keep the fight up much longer, the Saiyan was overwhelming him. He had to end it soon, or he would die. With a Herculean effort, he slammed his fist into the boy and sent him plummeting into the ring. Before Akira had even hit the ground, Sike began throwing rapid-fire energy blasts. He poured as much power into them as he could, shooting each into the ever-expanding cloud of smoke that was rising from the ring floor. He knew that he could not stop until he was sure the boy was finished.
Suddenly a golden light began to expand from outward from the ring, swallowing up every blast Sike threw. The big man's eyes went wide as Akira become visible in the center of the light.
Akira drew his arms to his side and charged an immense ki blast, the light that was protecting him seemed to be sucked back into his hands, and then he threw his arms forward and yelled, "Sei Kaze!" A beam of swirling red and gold light shot from his hands and hit Sike in the chest, the warrior screamed in pain as he was tossed higher into the air. He flew end over end until Akira appeared behind him and threw a vicious elbow into his back. The large man began to drop to the ground, but he wasn't falling fast enough for the enraged Super Saiyan. Akira again brought back his hands then threw them forward, "Sei Kaze!" he yelled again. The swirling ki blast propelled Sike into the floor, destroying the entire ring in the process.
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For several seconds there was complete silence, the entire crowd staring open mouthed at the pile of ruble. Finally the announcer regained his voice.
"Um, I guess that's a ring out," he said in awe. "Uh, ladies and gentleman... Akira is the...uh, winner..." The crowd still sat and stared in stunned silence. The announcer cleared his throat and tried again, "Ladies and Gentleman, Akira is the Winner! He advances to the Finals!" A few people managed to wake up enough to cheer though most were still staring at the ring in disbelief. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------
Akira landed beside the hole that had once been the ring and peered inside. Sike lying on his back in the middle of the crater, his arms and legs were bent and twisted in unpleasant ways. A large part of Akira hoped he'd killed him, even if it would mean his disqualification, but then the warrior twitched slightly and groaned. Sike's eyes snapped open, they had returned to their original color.
"Ammit will make you pay! You and your friends are living on borrowed time. When you finally meet the Dark Lord, you and your little girlfriend will learn what true suffering is!" he cried out in a raspy voice.
Akira face filled with anger again. His hand shot in front of him and shook slightly as he powered up another ki blast, intending to send this vile man back to whatever hell he had crawled out of.
{No!} a voice called out in his mind.
Akira's head snapped around and his eyes fell upon Bulma's balcony. There was Pan, shaking her head and screaming for him to stop. The red haze of battle rage fell from his mind and he slowly let his arm fall, powering down as he did.
"Let your master know what happens to those who mess with my friends," Akira called down to Sike and then he turned and walked away.