"Are you ready, Goten?"
Goten smiled. "I'm ready! Don't hold back, Trunks!"
And so the fight started. The crowd watched on, awed, as Trunks and Goten battled at incredible speed, punches and kicks flying too fast to be properly seen; and just when it seemed that things couldn't get any more incredible, the two boys took to the air, and began fighting high above the ring.
"Wow," said the announcer.
"I am so dead," said Mr. Satan.
"You're doing good, Trunks!" Goten ducked and punched, hitting his friend in the chest and sending him flying. "But you're not as good as me!"
"You think so, Goten?" Trunks sprung forward, kicking Goten in the face. "You didn't see that one coming!"
"Look at them go!" Krillin cheered. "They're great for their age!"
"Yeah," said Videl, staring. "They sure are."
"Hey, Goten," said Trunks. "What's one plus two?"
"Uh... it's... hey! No fair! You caught me!"
Trunks had Goten in an unbreakable lock, and now the younger boy wriggled frantically, trying to get free. "How are you going to get out of this one, Goten?"
"Yes!" roared Vegeta, leaping to his feet. "Now finish him, Trunks! Kill him! Use the Final Flash!"
"Vegeta!"
"Uh... I got carried away," said Vegeta sheepishly, returning to his seat.
"No dessert for you!"
"Bulma! That's not fair!"
Goten only had one way out, and so he used it. An incredible golden aura erupted from his body, and the force of his new power sent Trunks flying back, giving him the opportunity to spring away. As soon as he was free, he let the power of the Super Saiyajin leave him, returning his hair to normal.
#18 glanced at her husband. "Krillin, stop beating your head against the floor."
"But it's not fair," moaned Krillin. "It's as though everybody can transform into something except for me."
"You cheated, Goten!"
Goten considered this, and giggled. "Yes. I did!"
"I'm going to get you for that!" Trunks attacked, and the battle raged on. Trunks slammed Goten into the ring, but he sprang back to his feet and, without warning, put his hands together: "Kamekameha!"
"Whoa!" Trunks rolled to one side, and the blast slammed into the ornate masonry next to the crowd. The people nearby screamed and ducked into their seats. "You almost hit me!"
"Not just almost," said Goten, behind him with his fist in the air. "I did!"
"Ouch! That was cheap!" Trunks somersaulted over the ring, forced himself backwards and rammed into Goten's chest. "But I got you that time!"
Without warning, Goten leapt high into the air. "I'm coming to get you, Trunks!" At incredible speed, the boy headed towards Trunks, who froze as he realised he wasn't fast enough to get out of the way. He was going to be knocked out of the ring!
Then he shrugged, and his hair turned golden, lifting away from his forehead. Goten's eyes widened as Trunks moved with incredible speed, and with a forceful punch sent Goten flying out of the ring. Goten tried to slow himself, but when his feet touched the wall, he knew it was over.
"You cheated, Trunks!"
"So did you!"
"I hate you!"
"C'mon, Goten. Don't be angry with me. I'll give you some of my toys, okay?"
Goten brightened. "Really? Okay!"
"And the winner is Trunks!" The announcer had finally found his voice. "Let's hear it for these incredible children!"
Bulma smiled. "I knew Trunks would win."
"Trunks cheated," muttered Chi-Chi.
Goku smiled. "They remind me of us, Vegeta. Arguing, shouting, and breaking their own rules, just like we do!"
"I don't cheat, Kakarotto! You do! I hate you!"
"Come on, Vegeta, don't be angry with me. I'll give you some of my toys, okay?"
"Oh, shut up, Kakarotto! You're just jealous that your son wasn't as good as mine!"
"They're both very talented," said Piccolo. "They take after their fathers."
Goku and Vegeta nodded. "That's right," said Vegeta, satisfied.
"Good one, Piccolo," whispered Krillin.
"The arguing was making my ears hurt," Piccolo muttered. "And I have a lot of ear to hurt."
"Now, Trunks, how do you feel about fighting Mr. Satan, the World Number One? A little scared?"
"No," said Trunks. "Where is he?"
Mr. Satan was clinging to the concrete steps as the official tried to prod him out. "Don't make me go out there!"
"Come on, sir, you're scheduled to fight the winner."
"He'll kill me," babbled Mr. Satan. "They're the ones who fought Cell! And they've come for their revenge!"
"Oh, come on sir, it won't be that bad."
Mr. Satan sat in his quarters, a massive bandage wrapped around his face. "What did I do to deserve this?" he said to the mirror.
"Well," said his reflection, "You did lie to the entire world and benefit from the hard work of others."
"Apart from that!" Mr. Satan walked to the window, where the qualified fighters were gathering. "How am I going to keep my belt this time? They're all here! They came back to get me!"
Vegeta smirked as they entered the final courtyard, where the tournament positions were being decided. "Everybody else here is a weakling, don't you agree?"
"I don't know," said Goku thoughtfully. "That guy with the black hair looks pretty strong."
"That's Gohan, you idiot."
"Oh! Oh yeah! So it is!"
"I suppose you know who I want to fight first!"
Goku laughed. "Of course I do, Vegeta! You want to fight Piccolo."
"No, Kakarotto! I want to fight you!"
"Really?" Goku blinked. "I had no idea. Why is that?"
"Okay, folks!" The announcer smiled at them all, light reflecting off his sunglasses. "I'm the announcer. You may notice by my dyed hair and overly loud voice that I'm suffering a mid-life crisis. My wife left me and I'm having impotency problems. Now that we have that out of the way, let's get down to business! We're going to choose tournament positions using the Random Ball system."
The last finalist staggered into the courtyard, moving in a double-jointed way. He was dressed in a long cloth robe with a dark purple hood, and for some reason a second voice seemed to be emerging from his groin.
"Who's that freak?" said #18. "He doesn't look like a fighter."
Inside the robe, Goten stomped his foot impatiently. "Why can't I be on top, Trunks? I want to be on top!"
"You wouldn't know what to say, Goten! Now be quiet! If we do this right, we'll get to fight in the adult tournament too!"
Goten smiled. "I'm ready! Don't hold back, Trunks!"
And so the fight started. The crowd watched on, awed, as Trunks and Goten battled at incredible speed, punches and kicks flying too fast to be properly seen; and just when it seemed that things couldn't get any more incredible, the two boys took to the air, and began fighting high above the ring.
"Wow," said the announcer.
"I am so dead," said Mr. Satan.
"You're doing good, Trunks!" Goten ducked and punched, hitting his friend in the chest and sending him flying. "But you're not as good as me!"
"You think so, Goten?" Trunks sprung forward, kicking Goten in the face. "You didn't see that one coming!"
"Look at them go!" Krillin cheered. "They're great for their age!"
"Yeah," said Videl, staring. "They sure are."
"Hey, Goten," said Trunks. "What's one plus two?"
"Uh... it's... hey! No fair! You caught me!"
Trunks had Goten in an unbreakable lock, and now the younger boy wriggled frantically, trying to get free. "How are you going to get out of this one, Goten?"
"Yes!" roared Vegeta, leaping to his feet. "Now finish him, Trunks! Kill him! Use the Final Flash!"
"Vegeta!"
"Uh... I got carried away," said Vegeta sheepishly, returning to his seat.
"No dessert for you!"
"Bulma! That's not fair!"
Goten only had one way out, and so he used it. An incredible golden aura erupted from his body, and the force of his new power sent Trunks flying back, giving him the opportunity to spring away. As soon as he was free, he let the power of the Super Saiyajin leave him, returning his hair to normal.
#18 glanced at her husband. "Krillin, stop beating your head against the floor."
"But it's not fair," moaned Krillin. "It's as though everybody can transform into something except for me."
"You cheated, Goten!"
Goten considered this, and giggled. "Yes. I did!"
"I'm going to get you for that!" Trunks attacked, and the battle raged on. Trunks slammed Goten into the ring, but he sprang back to his feet and, without warning, put his hands together: "Kamekameha!"
"Whoa!" Trunks rolled to one side, and the blast slammed into the ornate masonry next to the crowd. The people nearby screamed and ducked into their seats. "You almost hit me!"
"Not just almost," said Goten, behind him with his fist in the air. "I did!"
"Ouch! That was cheap!" Trunks somersaulted over the ring, forced himself backwards and rammed into Goten's chest. "But I got you that time!"
Without warning, Goten leapt high into the air. "I'm coming to get you, Trunks!" At incredible speed, the boy headed towards Trunks, who froze as he realised he wasn't fast enough to get out of the way. He was going to be knocked out of the ring!
Then he shrugged, and his hair turned golden, lifting away from his forehead. Goten's eyes widened as Trunks moved with incredible speed, and with a forceful punch sent Goten flying out of the ring. Goten tried to slow himself, but when his feet touched the wall, he knew it was over.
"You cheated, Trunks!"
"So did you!"
"I hate you!"
"C'mon, Goten. Don't be angry with me. I'll give you some of my toys, okay?"
Goten brightened. "Really? Okay!"
"And the winner is Trunks!" The announcer had finally found his voice. "Let's hear it for these incredible children!"
Bulma smiled. "I knew Trunks would win."
"Trunks cheated," muttered Chi-Chi.
Goku smiled. "They remind me of us, Vegeta. Arguing, shouting, and breaking their own rules, just like we do!"
"I don't cheat, Kakarotto! You do! I hate you!"
"Come on, Vegeta, don't be angry with me. I'll give you some of my toys, okay?"
"Oh, shut up, Kakarotto! You're just jealous that your son wasn't as good as mine!"
"They're both very talented," said Piccolo. "They take after their fathers."
Goku and Vegeta nodded. "That's right," said Vegeta, satisfied.
"Good one, Piccolo," whispered Krillin.
"The arguing was making my ears hurt," Piccolo muttered. "And I have a lot of ear to hurt."
"Now, Trunks, how do you feel about fighting Mr. Satan, the World Number One? A little scared?"
"No," said Trunks. "Where is he?"
Mr. Satan was clinging to the concrete steps as the official tried to prod him out. "Don't make me go out there!"
"Come on, sir, you're scheduled to fight the winner."
"He'll kill me," babbled Mr. Satan. "They're the ones who fought Cell! And they've come for their revenge!"
"Oh, come on sir, it won't be that bad."
Mr. Satan sat in his quarters, a massive bandage wrapped around his face. "What did I do to deserve this?" he said to the mirror.
"Well," said his reflection, "You did lie to the entire world and benefit from the hard work of others."
"Apart from that!" Mr. Satan walked to the window, where the qualified fighters were gathering. "How am I going to keep my belt this time? They're all here! They came back to get me!"
Vegeta smirked as they entered the final courtyard, where the tournament positions were being decided. "Everybody else here is a weakling, don't you agree?"
"I don't know," said Goku thoughtfully. "That guy with the black hair looks pretty strong."
"That's Gohan, you idiot."
"Oh! Oh yeah! So it is!"
"I suppose you know who I want to fight first!"
Goku laughed. "Of course I do, Vegeta! You want to fight Piccolo."
"No, Kakarotto! I want to fight you!"
"Really?" Goku blinked. "I had no idea. Why is that?"
"Okay, folks!" The announcer smiled at them all, light reflecting off his sunglasses. "I'm the announcer. You may notice by my dyed hair and overly loud voice that I'm suffering a mid-life crisis. My wife left me and I'm having impotency problems. Now that we have that out of the way, let's get down to business! We're going to choose tournament positions using the Random Ball system."
The last finalist staggered into the courtyard, moving in a double-jointed way. He was dressed in a long cloth robe with a dark purple hood, and for some reason a second voice seemed to be emerging from his groin.
"Who's that freak?" said #18. "He doesn't look like a fighter."
Inside the robe, Goten stomped his foot impatiently. "Why can't I be on top, Trunks? I want to be on top!"
"You wouldn't know what to say, Goten! Now be quiet! If we do this right, we'll get to fight in the adult tournament too!"