I wish I owned DBZ, but I don't. I own DVD's and tapes, but it just isn't the same. I also don't own the right to any of the music pieces you may see selected, just copies of merchandise, such a shame. The artists that created them are geniuses and we all must bow to them.
Chapter 2: Mystery behind the tournament
Trunks and Goten rushed towards each other and each punched forward and collided at the forearm before separating and flipping backwards. Then charging again, each began a series of punches and kicks that rapidly turned into a stalemate with neither really getting a good hit in without taking one himself.
"So you're all aliens with super powers, or what?" Videl asked.
Krillin looked annoyed, "Not all of us are alien, I'm human."
"Oh sorry, well which one of you is an alien then, I mean aside from him?" Videl gestured to Piccolo as a few sonic booms went off in the background.
"The correct term is Saiyan, girl. Kakarot, the boy there and myself are full-blooded Saiyans, Gohan is half Saiyan and half human, so is Kakarot's second brat down there in the ring as well as my son Trunks. Green bean there is a Namek, and the blonde is a blasted robot! Got that all girlie?" Vegeta barked. Eighteen scowled, but didn't say anything.
"And who is Kaka..rot?" Videl asked.
"That's me, that's my Saiyan name, but please just call me Goku. Only Vegeta calls me that anymore," Goku said turning back to the action that was starting to rise into the air.
"So do all of these, Saiyans, have tails?" Videl pressed.
"We are born with them. Sometimes shit happens and they are removed or cut off. All Saiyans have vast strength and fighting capability, is there anything else?" Vegeta grumbled.
"One more question, can they have golden hair?" Videl asked.
"That is what is known as a Super Saiyan, a legendary status among Saiyans. All the Saiyans you have met have that ability."
"So you were all the gold fighters at the Cell games?" Videl was shocked to say the least.
"That is correct girl," Piccolo growled, "And I'm sure you can figure out the rest from here, watch the match." Videl promptly shut up, but I knew what was going through her mind, the looks she began to give Gohan showed it all.
"So you were the little boy there Gohan, the one who took on Cell last and I'm guessing you really beat him. I just know my dad couldn't have done it. I tried to ask him about the other fighters there but all he ever said was that you guys used light shows and other tricks, not life energy like you taught me," Videl concluded.
"Yes Videl, that was us, and I was the one to finally kill Cell," Gohan said, looking back in the ring. Goten and Trunks had stopped for a minute or two, staring each other down in classic fashion.
"Is there anything else important to know?" Videl kept going.
"No, not really, you've gotten most of it. Now let's watch the match," Krillin was getting really annoyed. Videl turned to the match, which had started up again into a stalemate of flurrying fists and kicks. Trunks slid back and fired a small blast at Goten, who jumped way up and out of the way. He took this time to declare that Trunks missed him and took his eyes off him for just a second. This was a huge mistake as Trunks got him in a full nelson lock not a moment later about thirty feet in the air. Goten struggled to get out, to no avail, Trunks was too strong physically.
"Come on, this isn't good!" Goku said, looking up.
"Sure it is, if your rooting for Trunks that is. Got your chap stick handy Kakarot? Hahahaha!" Vegeta roared with laughter. Goten continued to struggle against the strangle hold before letting his energy shoot up again just as he turned Super Saiyan. Instantly he broke the hold and landed neatly in the ring, Trunks remained above, scowling.
"KAKAROT! Damn your cursed spawn!" Vegeta yelled.
"Don't look at me, he did it," Goku said. As much as I wanted to see Goten lose to Trunks, I also wanted Trunks' plan to backfire in his face. At that point though, I really didn't care which happened. Goten dropped out of Super instead of attacking Trunks again, which could have been a critical mistake. Trunks flew down and landed, starting to yell at him a little about turning Super Saiyan, Goten just gave off the trademark grin. Trunks tucked his left arm aside and attacked Goten with his right, not using his left to block or hit. Goten fell for the bluff and assumed it would not be used at all, big mistake. After throwing a flurry of kicks and right hands at Goten, Trunks swung his right again and instead came forward with a ki blast with his left. Somehow Goten flipped over Trunks, avoiding it and tried to use his body as a battering ram to knock Trunks off balance. Trunks ducked to avoid it and kicked him in the gut right when he flew over with his eyes closed. Goten went airborne far above the stadium before regaining his bearings and diving right back toward the ring, head first. Trunks stood in his stance and watched him closely, waiting to see what he was up to. Trunks darted aside at the last second as Goten would have crashed into the ring. Goten suddenly fired a weak blast at the ring and used the momentum to dart through the air after Trunks. Trunks was caught a little off to say the least, but flashed into Super Saiyan mode and kicked Goten from behind before blasting him in the back to send him into the stands. Goten tried to stop but his feet hit the seats anyway as Vegeta laughed.
"Oh no, he lost!" Gohan and Goku said.
"Ladies and gentleman, our new junior world champion, Trunks Briefs!" Loud cheering and clapping followed as Trunks celebrated in the air.
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"Now may I present the special exhibition match between junior champion Trunks and the current world champion Mr. SATAN!" Oh I forgot about this!
Krillin and Goku grinned, "This isn't gonna be much of a fight ya know," Goku said.
"Better not blink, you'll miss it!" Krillin laughed.
"Hahahahaha, Trunks is going to pulverize this noisy fool! World champion, I've known stronger houseplants!" Vegeta cackled.
"Humph, too bad I didn't make it all the way, I would love to pound that moron again!" I said loudly. Videl seemed to take offence all of that, but quickly realized that Vegeta and I were dead on right. Gohan tried to assure her that Trunks wouldn't hurt him, but it didn't take the worried expression from her face.
"Aw look at that Goku, Gohan is trying to console his girlfriend, isn't that cute!" Krillin laughed.
"SHUT UP KRILLIN!" Gohan shrieked, causing a lot of the top row viewers to cast a look our way.
"Come on out Mr. Satan!" MC said again. A few seconds later the bumbling idiot appeared, looking like he was shoved out the door. He put up a victory sign anyway and roared to the ring, the whole time I sensed his low ki dripping with fear. As he was removing his cape and gold belt, Trunks started to stretch back out a little, causing Satan to nearly shit his pants. He rushed over, obviously trying to tell Trunks to take it easy, only to be met with resistance by the young demi-saiyan. Mr. Satan jumped back and put on his act of trying to be the hero again, when down deep he had to be thinking of a way out.
"Man, he's just to pitiful to watch. Anyone want to get something to eat?" Krillin asked, as if he needed to. The sound of Goku's stomach was almost constant.
"Sure sounds good to me!" Goku said, starting to walk off. Videl remained, Gohan wasn't sure if he should or not. I stayed where I was, staring at the ring, but really into space, replaying in my thoughts the events that the day may still have in store.
"Verto? You hungry?" I heard Krillin say.
"No, not hungry." I said, still staring at nothing. To be honest I was a little scared now. Scared that the potential enemy we may face would be stronger than before, or perhaps that we wouldn't be able to beat him. While the timeline was somewhat on track, my appearance had changed things a great deal. It hadn't changed things near as much as I thought it would have though, and so far everything today was straight on. When I didn't hear anything around me for a few seconds, I looked over at him, Krillin had a total look of shock.
"What? I said I wasn't hungry, I'll eat when I am," I said, raising my voice a little to get the point across before turning back to the ring.
"Come on kid, you Saiyans are always hungry, whatever is bothering you will be gone with some food. Besides, we need to leave the lovebirds over there alone!" Eighteen said, taking my shoulder and guiding me to follow. I gave in, and followed her towards the stairs.
"And that's it folks, young Trunks has defeated Mr. Satan! Now coming up soon is the adult division of the world tournament, there will be a thirty minute intermission before we start the competition, feel free to visit the concession stands for hot dogs, burgers and mouth watering nachos!" the MC shouted over the speakers.
"I've had those nachos, yuck!" Goku said as we approached a couple of monks guarding a door.
"Oh what's wrong with nachos, love them with meat and cheese!" I interjected.
"Yeah but they're always too spicy!" Goku whined.
"No joke, you only got one day you gotta eat well. There's the athlete refreshment area, they always have good food here!" Krillin said.
The monk guarding the area stood up and spread his arms, "Hold it, the general public is not allowed in here, only participants of the junior tournament and adult qualifiers can enter here!" he said.
"Hey relax, we are qualifier's. We all passed the test, with flying colors!" Krillin said, tilting his head.
"Oh we'll see about that, names please?"
"I'm Goku."
"The name is Krillin."
"Number Eighteen."
"Vegeta"
"Verto, from the junior division."
"Ma junior," Piccolo finished. Goku of course didn't get it until Piccolo explained the whole cover up thing.
"Okay, all your names check out. Welcome to the resort area you can eat, have a massage, go swimming, play ping pong..." the monk rallied off.
"Just point us to the food," Vegeta barked, causing the monk to nearly have a stroke. The monk led us to a large table where we all sat down, or at least the ones who were going to be eating were around the table. Eighteen and Piccolo wisely kept away from it. As soon as the food was presented, my general bad mood vanished and I piled on the food nearest me before Goku had a chance to get it. While I was busy chowing down, Gohan and Videl came in. Gohan was only too happy to join the feasting.
"Gohan! Hey how did it go guys?" Goku asked, his mouth only half full.
"Pretty interesting, Trunks beat Mr. Satan with one punch, but everyone thinks he lost on purpose," Gohan said, grabbing a seat.
"Hey Videl, was your dad an actor before he was into martial arts?" Krillin asked, causing Vegeta to chuckle a bit. Videl just sort of scowled at the general lack of respect for her father.
"Hey we saved ya some, its really good!" Goku said, as Gohan was already grabbing a plate. I happened to glance between platefuls at the amount of dirty plates rapidly piling up, much faster then the monks could clear off room for a fresh load.
"Ugh, You know I don't think I'll ever get used to this," Piccolo muttered.
"Hey Dad, we're out of pasta, again," Gohan said, mouth full.
"Excuse me, more spaghetti!" Goku called.
"Bring more egg roles while you're at it!" Vegeta shouted.
"And another load of fried chicken!" I yelled, getting into the act.
"Good Grief! You Saiyans are like bottomless pits I swear!" Krillin remarked, finishing off whatever food he had on his plate.
"How can you guys eat so much before your matches?" Videl cried in panic.
"We always eat this much, we'll need the energy girl!" Vegeta snapped at her, not that he doesn't snap at everyone.
"But you'll be so stuffed that you won't be able to move!" she cried again.
"The last thing you want to face is a Saiyan who has just eaten a full meal. I don't know exactly how it works, but we'll turn it into ki energy rather quickly, the same energy you recently learned to use. That's why you were so hungry when you started using more energy," Gohan said, downing another plateful.
"Mmmm, ahhh, that was really good!" Goku said, stretching his arms out as Gohan and Vegeta finished off a few more bites. I took the last I could hold, and felt quite stuffed myself; after all I did have breakfast. I got up with the others and we began to trudge out of the resort area back towards the stadium.
"Man if I have to fight one of you guys please don't punch me in the gut, I'm so full!" Goku laughed.
"Hey we should check the draw, see who fighting who," Eighteen suggested. I looked up to see two figures standing in our path, one a very tall red guy, and a smaller purple one. Both had pointed ears, white hair and strange outfits on.
"Well if I have to fight Kakarot in the first round, the first thing I'm going to do is punch him in the gut!" Vegeta growled slightly.
"Oh man, no mercy," Goku shook his head. Everyone quickly quieted down though when they all saw the two figures approach. I did a quick scan of their energy, only to sense something very different about it. Strong yes, but unclear, like my senses were fogged up. Everyone else around me felt normal, but the two in front of us were unclear, especially the smaller one with the white Mohawk. It felt like their energy was slightly different, but overall similar. I figured they were aliens; most humans don't have purple or red skin. Then all at once, it was like I was staring at a wall of gold around them, as if they were beings of great importance.
"Hey Gohan, I'm picking up some weird vibes from these guys," Videl whispered. Gohan put a finger to his lips.
"Good afternoon, you wouldn't be Goku by any chance?" the purple one said, who was now floating slightly and hovered in front of Goku.
"Yeah, how did you know?" Goku asked, confused. Piccolo's scowl deepened.
"Well your reputation as a great fighter travels far, and I am hoping for a chance to fight you today in the tournament. It's not that I am confident about beating you, not at all. Its just that I want the greatest challenge I can imagine, I know you're a man that understands that," Purple said, glancing at me just as a sort of shimmer came off his eye. Something in my head clicked, but I couldn't recall who this guy was, like my memory was suddenly gone. I knew I had seen him from somewhere, but my mind was drawing a total blank.
"Gee thanks!" Goku said cheerfully.
"Goku? May I shake your hand?" Purple asked.
"Of course!" Goku said, taking his hand. Suddenly the energy in the air shifted a bit, not really any kind of warning, just different then before, like the sudden temperature change before a storm.
"Thank you, you're as brave as everyone says you are, good day," Purple said, landing and turning with the big red guy and walking off.
"Wait I didn't get your name!" Goku called back to him, getting no response.
"I don't like the feel of it, they're strong," Piccolo said.
"Yeah, but isn't that what this is all about, finding the unexpected challenge and seeing who comes out the winner?" Goku asked. My head was still not working quite right, like there was a gaping hole of where my memory of this was stored. All I could remember now was everything that had happened since entering this world, and just a little bit from my previous one.
"You okay kid?" Eighteen asked.
"Yeah, I think, but my head feels funny," I said, shaking it a bit.
"Come on Kakarot, I want to find out if I get to fight you first or not. If not I will mow over everyone until I get to!" Vegeta barked. I chuckled at Vegeta's enthusiasm for wanting to fight Goku, it was all he had talked about since we had heard the legend would be appearing.
"Those two are not to be trusted," Piccolo said aloud.
"Why can't we trust them?" Videl whispered to Gohan.
"Well sometimes Piccolo, is a little on the paranoid side," Gohan whispered back, not realizing that if I could hear them, Piccolo sure could as well.
"You're right, he does seem a little on edge," Videl said. Goku started walking forward again, motioning for us to follow him back towards the warm-up arena we were in earlier.
"Ah you're here!" the MC called to Goku as we all came in.
"Hi!" Goku waved cheerfully.
"Well looks like everyone who is supposed to be here is here, shall we call in Mr. Satan?" he asked as a monk approached him. The monk whispered something about Satan taking a nap. I looked over in the far corner to see some weird guy in white pants and a dark mask and cape, having an argument with himself. I couldn't quite make out the voice, or voices in this case, but the energy signal was high. His arms and legs were very scrawny for such a fighter, but his energy seemed a little familiar.
"Trunks why can't I be on top?" I barely made out through the air. Oh god, those two must've knocked the real one out and taken his clothes, sneaky little devils. I chuckled a little and turned to observe the rest of the contestants. I saw the big red guy and purple weirdo standing across from us. Red was staring right at us but his partner stood with his eyes closed. A little ways from them were two really muscled up guys, one was huge like he was on some serious steroids. They looked pissed off too, like anyone who looked at them was going to be killed. There was a large M on their baldheads, and their ki felt dark and cold.
"Ugh, what's with those two? Maybe they didn't have a good breakfast," Goku was saying. Yeah, he's Goten's father all right. The other three fighters, a very large fat guy in a genie like outfit, a big black guy and a blond in a green uniform, weren't going to be anything except gone in ten seconds or less.
"Ok, up first is Mr. Killa!" the MC called out.
"Yea!" the black guy came up to draw, "Dogm Smabld I gotcjna fourteen!" I really couldn't make out what the hell he said.
"Uh, thanks. Number fourteen goes to Killa!" the MC called to a monk with a phone, who repeated that into the phone.
Krillin clasped his hands together like a prayer, "Okay, whatever happens, please don't make me fight any of my friends. Especially not Goku or Vegeta!"
"Krillin, destiny is not something that can be controlled," Piccolo grinned.
"What's the matter baldy? Afraid to fight a Saiyan?" Vegeta mocked from behind him.
"No offence, but uh, YES! And I'm not bald any more!" Krillin said, turning back to the number drawing, the big red guy had stepped up.
"Okay Kibito, your turn!" The red guy, Kibito now, reached in and grabbed one and handed to the MC.
"You're number seven!" MC recited. Kibito grunted and turned around as the monk with the phone relayed the message and marked it down himself.
"Next we have, Krillin!" Krillin looked around, found himself and stumbled forward. I stepped backwards by Vegeta and leaned against the wall, a habit I had rapidly picked up from him.
"I hope that weakling gets Kakarot's brat, or better yet, the Namek!" Vegeta mumbled under his breath before sitting and kicking back.
"I hope my number isn't too late in the match!" Krillin said, pulling a number out, "What did I do to deserve this?" His hand held a ball with a large one on it. Poor Krillin.
"Next up is the Great Saiyaman!"
"Yes!" Gohan said, excited. He reached in and pulled one out. "I'm number 8!" Gohan said, walking backwards while looking at his challenger. "That puts me against Kibito, yikes!"
"He's a big guy, but remember a true warrior fights with a mind!" Goku said, putting a reassuring hand to his son's shoulder.
"Blast it, just give me Kakarot in the first round," Vegeta snorted softly.
"Up next we have, Miss Eighteen?" the MC sounded confused. The bombshell walked up and gave him a dark look. "Is the number Eighteen your real name?"
"My father was pretty dull," she said, reaching in and drawing, "Now I'm number nine!" she tossed a ball at him. He caught it nervously and wrote it down on his clipboard.
"Shin's up next!"
"Ready!" The strange purple man, Shin, stepped forward with the same grin plastered on his alien face. Everyone quieted to watch him draw. "I'm number three!" he said, turning and keeping his smile, going back over toward Kibito.
"Shin and Kibito huh," Goku said. I heard the masked fighter arguing with himself again, and then I kind of heard Goten's voice; confirming that it was those two.
"Spopovich is up next on the list, ...Hello? Spopovich if you are here please come up and draw your number!" The boys hobbled forward, Trunks must have been on top because his voice was disguised very badly, but I kept quiet.
"I'm Supopoerrra Here I am!" he said, jumping a little as Goten attempted to walk. "Gimme a good one!" Trunks said, reaching in.
"Excuse me, aren't you the one they call Mighty Mask?" the MC asked, glancing at his clipboard again.
"Huh?" Trunks asked.
The big bald brute came up behind him, "OUT OF MY WAY YOU WORM, I AM SPOPOVICH!" he said, grabbing Trunks' head and chucking them both across the courtyard, landing with a thud. Mighty Mask argued with himself some more as Goten pulled the white pants back up after nearly losing them.
"Wow, you sure have buffed up since the last time I saw you. Been chugging the milk there bud? You're number six!" the MC said to Spopovich, who grunted loudly and returned to his smaller bald buddy.
"Up next is Jewel," the blond haired guy with the green suit drew sixteen.
"Goku! Your turn!" Vegeta snorted at the attention the MC put towards Goku. Goku started doing leg stretches before he walked up.
"All right, here we go Goku!" he said to no one in particular. "Which one will it be? Ah!" Goku exclaimed, giving the ball to the MC.
"You're number eleven!"
"Wonder who I'll get, guess I'll find out soon!" Goku said, coming back to our "group".
"Videl is next!"
"Hey do you know where my Dad is?" Videl asked when she got up there.
"Mr. Satan is taking a small break right now."
"Cool, I'm number five," Videl said.
"Hold it! Did she just say Mr. Satan was her father?" Goku said loudly to Gohan.
"Yes that's right Dad, keep it down!"
"I don't see the resemblance, but she looks pretty hot!" Krillin said, drawing a look from Eighteen, "You just throw on some of that Son charm and I'm sure she'll go out with you!" he said to Gohan.
"Shut up Krillin! I don't like her, and I never said I did!"
"Right Gohan, sure whatever, we know what's going on! Tell me, did you do more then teach her to fly? Chichi phoned us the other day and mentioned you two spent a lot of time in the woods by yourselves!" Krillin said, jokingly.
"Pintar is number two!"
Krillin turned around, "That's my opponent? Oh thank god! Hey Piccolo, tell Dende he's doing a good job!"
The huge fat guy, Pintar, stomped up, "You the one they call Krillin?"
"Yep that's me!"
"You better run now little man, because out there you will die today!" Pintar mocked him.
"You know, that's exactly what I expected to come from a stupid tub of lard like you. So please go back to your dieting plan now, thanks!" Krillin frowned slightly, his opponent much dumber then he looked. Pintar continued to yell random insults and ranted about beating Krillin with one finger.
"Vegeta, you're next!" Vegeta opened his eyes like he was napping and got up off the ground, scowling as usual. He reached in and fumbled with the contents of the drawing box. He pulled up his number, laughed slightly and directed it towards us, Goku mostly. In his hand was a ball marked number twelve.
"Oh no, not the two of them. Goku and Vegeta!" Piccolo said.
"Wow! Vegeta and Goku right off the bat!" Krillin said as some of the others gasped.
"That figures!" Goku said, smiling. Vegeta looked quite happy with his draw. Great, now I finally get to see Goku fight, and who better to fight him than Vegeta. Finally I don't have to hear who is better than who! I grinned at this.
"Glad you came today Vegeta?" I whispered to him.
"Quite, I am going to enjoy this day!" he laughed evilly. Something about that statement clicked in my head, setting off warning bells, but I couldn't recall what about that was familiar. Hell, I couldn't figure out why I was having trouble pulling information from my brain anyway. I felt a gaze shift to me, and I looked to see Shin staring at me hard, like he was deep in concentration.
"Mighty Mask, it's your turn now!"
"Sorry, coming!" Mighty Mask said. Shin continued to stare at me, his eyes locked into mine and I could not turn away, returning the gaze.
"Lucky number thirteen!" Mighty Mask said as he hobbled in between Shin and my stare, breaking it. I blinked a few times, shaking my head slightly like I had just woke up. I turned back to Shin, he stared back again. Don't screw with me Shin, I thought out of habit.
He straightened up and spoke very softly, "Don't worry, I don't plan on it." My eyes shot open, and I looked around to see if anyone else heard that. Apparently no one did, not even Piccolo. Ok this guy is creepy. I turned back to see Piccolo approaching the draw box.
"And Ma Junior is number four!" That caused Shin's cocky gaze to shift to Piccolo, who returned it.
"Since Mr. Satan is not here, I will draw for him! And our champion is number ten!"
"Cool, Eighteen you get to fight Mr. Satan!" Krillin said, all smiles.
"Great, I'm jumping for joy," Eighteen said, full of sarcasm. Videl again cringed a bit, the amount of respect we gave for her dad was getting lower and lower.
"And finally we have Yamu, safe to say that's fifteen! There we have a full board of fighters!" the MC shouted happily and began running down the matches.
"Hey Gohan, what is with that Shin guy? He's giving me the creeps," Videl asked him.
"I dunno, Piccolo seems to suspect something though, find out soon I guess," Gohan said, giving his head a scratch.
"In match one we have Krillin vs. Pintar! Match two is Shin vs. Ma Junior! Match three features Videl vs. Spopovich! Match four is Kibito and the Great Saiyaman! Match five is Eighteen and Mr. Satan! Match six is Goku vs. Vegeta! Match seven is Mighty Mask against Killa, and Match eight is Yamu vs. Jewel!"
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The MC ran through the rules and told everyone to go to the waiting area, I tagged along just because the MC didn't seem to care who was in the waiting room, as long as I behaved. I trailed behind though, and saw Shin and Kibito doing the same.
"Can we get Krillin and Pintar out here for our first match?" MC called out through the mic, followed by a loud roar of applause.
"Come on boy, get in here!" Vegeta shouted behind his shoulder.
"Be there in a sec!" I called back, walking towards Shin and Kibito, who appeared to be waiting. I don't know what was telling me to do this, but I was a Saiyan after all, no fear.
"Yes?" Shin asked.
"I have a feeling that you are behind the general confused feelings I am having today. And you must have telepathic ability because you heard my thoughts earlier. I keep hearing and seeing things that are familiar and I can't seem to remember why. And earlier today I wasn't having that problem, as far as I know. Are you the reason my memory is not working?" I demanded.
"Calm down young Saiyan, yes I am the reason for your memory block. I know you have information on what may or may not happen today, however they may not transpire the way you think. You have many painful visions that haunt your mind and could be used in a terrible way against you and everyone on this planet. Allow me to remove them for you, you can have them back later if everything goes well," he said, reaching his hand for my head. I jumped back, fighting stance, allowing my energy to flow a bit.
"This will not help you any child, just come here. You will not be harmed, for now anyway," Shin continued, taking a step forward. I backed up a little more. Shin pulled his left arm up like he was going to charge an energy blast. Instead I lost my footing and my body quit responding to my control and I flew forward. Stopping right in front of Shin, his hand went to my head and glowed slightly. My head went numb and I nearly blacked out, but something kept me awake.
"There, painless, enjoy the tournament," Shin said as I regained control of myself and landed, quickly backing away and back towards the waiting area. My head was clear now, but very empty and blank compared to what it was. Piccolo stepped out in front of me as I came to the door.
"What did he do?" he whispered.
"I..I don't know," I said, head down as I wasn't really sure what had just happened with Shin.
"Go on kid, watch the competition," he said, shifting his sharp look to Shin and Kibito. I looked out the door to the stadium with Gohan and Videl, watching Krillin suffer to face the fat guy, Pintar, who was showboating and jumping around.
"Come on little man, I'll give you the first shot! Right in the gut, now!" Pintar said loudly.
"Okay!" Krillin said, punching Pintar so hard his fist must have stopped at his spine. As Pintar gasped in pain, Krillin slapped his face silly and kicked him in the head, sending him flying out of the ring and bouncing on the ground.
"Krillin is the winner!" Krillin came back with his arm raised in victory.
"Blubber butt bites the dust!" I snickered as Krillin came back in. Killa was on the other side of the room, shaking a little bit.
"Sorry Piccolo, they want the next victim out there!" Krillin said to him. Piccolo bore his serious face. "Come on guys, I was just joking, this match should be a piece of cake for you!" Piccolo remained silent as Shin passed him and came towards the doorway. I cleared the path, but kept a sharp look on him. Piccolo passed quickly as well.
"Next up, Shin vs. Ma junior!"
Power levels
Trunks: 35,000,000, SS: 95,000,000
Goten: 30,000,000, SS: 90,000,000
Krillin: 25,000,000
Pintar: 100