"Dragonball AS: New Recruits Saga"

Chapter 11- "Clash of the Titans"

By- Tiny

After an extensive clean up process by the temple monks, the arena was ready for the fights to commence again. Ice and Gohan were busy chatting on the sidelines about their match and on different battle tactics when they heard Videl on the loud speaker again.

"Okay everyone," she started, "Now that we're all fixed up, let the second round begin! Our first fighter is a powerful young man from a far away village, which has been prosperous due to the funding from Capsule Corporation. He was trained by both my father, Hercule Satan, and Son Goku. Ladies and Gentlemen, the mighty Ubuu!"

The crowd roared with excitement at seeing such an accomplished fighter stepping into the ring, embarrassing the young teen. Ubuu waved weakly to the crowd and stepped into the ring, facing the hooded figure before him.

"The challenger is a mysterious young man from whom we got little information," Videl began, "All we know is that he hails from the country and is an accomplished martial artist, judging by his performance in the prelims. Give it up for Sanil!"

The hooded figure got a few cheers, but not so much that it was a deafening roar like with Ubuu. Dark eyes glared out at the reincarnate from underneath a heavy hood, his mouth upturned in a wild smile.

"So you're the resurrection of Kid Buu," Sanil chuckled, "I've heard so much about you, all good things of course."

"I'm flattered," Ubuu smiled, "But who are you? Reveal yourself to me!"

Sanil smirked silently, grabbing the top of his hood and casting it aside with a loud thud. The figure before Ubuu was something he had not expected....

Sanil's body was covered in a pair of loose blue jeans, tied down with a black leather belt. His upper torso was clad in a red t-shirt, a picture of a golden dragon greatly resembling Shenlong across the chest and a gold necklace with a strange charm attached to it around his neck. A red, backwards cap was on the man's head, covering up the smooth, bald, green head underneath...

"Piccolo!?!" all the Z Fighter's gasped, gazing at the young Nameksei-jin before them.

"Not exactly," Sanil laughed, "I am Dende's son, born shortly after Majin Buu's destruction, but my father felt it necessary to keep me hidden."

"I see," Ubuu smirked, moving into stance, "Shall we commence?"

"Yes," Sanil grinned, imitating Piccolo's old stance, "Let's."

"They are both impressive fighters," Bardock smiled, putting a hand on Dende's shoulder, "However, the reincarnate is stronger."

"I know," Dende sighed, "However, Sanil has too long been denied the opportunity to fight and train with stronger foes. Now, we shall see just what he has learned over these years."

"Don't worry about the boy," Bardock's mate, Chive, smiled, "He knows full well what he is doing. He'll do fine."

"I hope so," Dende sighed, "I hope so...."

Sanil jumped at Ubuu again, slamming a green fist into the reincarnate's chocolate skin, spilling more blood onto his face. Ubuu retaliated with a kick to the Nameksei-jin's groin, noticing that it actually hurt the green man.

"But, aren't Nameksei-jin asexual?" Ubuu asked, grinning, "Why does that hurt you so much?"

"I'm a new breed," Sanil gasped, "We can reproduce either way, so we've had to...evolve the necessary equipment."

"I see," Ubuu laughed, "Well, now that I know that hurts, I'll be sure to NOT hit you there again, okay?"

"Works for me," Sanil wheezed, "Now let's go!"

Again the two warriors jumped into the air, blow after blow connecting with green or brown flesh, causing the stadium to quake with power. Most of the spectators were watching vainly for any sight of the two warriors, but the Z warriors could clearly see all the action.

"Ubuu is more powerful, but Sanil is more skilled," Vegeta noted, "He may prove useful..."

Sanil finally landed on the ground after an earth shattering blow from his opponent, rattling the stadium violently. Putting his hands over his head to form a yellow ray of energy, the cupping them at his sides in an all too familiar position, the young warrior powered up a move. His fanged lips turned back in a menacing grin of pure, animalistic rage and fury.

"Prepare to lose, reincarnate!" the Nameksei-jin growled, "MASENKAME-HA!"

Ubuu put out his hand to block the green beam of energy, throwing a blue energy ball at the Nameksei-jin. Sanil jumped to avoid the ball of energy, increasing the power in his own blast. This time, Ubuu was unprepared and got hit full force by the wave of energy. A loud explosion could be heard around the island as the attack connected, followed by a thud of Sanil's knees on the tile.

"That's it," Sanil heaved, "I did it. I knew...I could do it..."

"WRONG!"

Sanil looked up to see a blue-green blur slam into his face, knocking him clear out of the ring. The Nameksei-jin lay broken, bruised, bleeding and all together in the worst shape possible. Ubuu felt sorry for having to do that, but knew that he had to prepare this warrior for enemies that would do similar.

"You look like shit," Vegeta chuckled, "Sure you don't want some help?"

"No, get away," Sanil groaned, "I can do it myself."

Vegeta looked at the young man confused, but was dumbfounded when he saw the Nameksei-jin's body surrounded by a green glow. When the glow died down, Sanil stood perfectly healed, only the tattered clothing giving away that he had been fighting at all.

"How did you do that?" Vegeta asked, "Healers can't fight."

"I am a rare hybrid," Sanil chuckled, "I can fight and heal, though I prefer the fighting aspect. I will go now, seeing as how I lost."

"You will go nowhere," the Saiya-jin snapped, "You fought and almost prevailed against a much more powerful fighter. You have proven yourself and will join us."

"High praise from the Saiya-jin prince," Sanil smiled, "Very well, I will stay and watch the matches. Thank you, Vegeta."

"Don't get any ideas, brat," Vegeta grunted, "You won't get such praise if we fail!"

"I understand," Sanil laughed, "Just as stubborn as his father..."

"I heard that Nameksei-jin!" Vegita's voice boomed, "And I swear, when you get back home, I'm gonna...."

"I'm sorry already," Sanil gulped, "Touchy ass Saiya-jin..."

"Well, this is another FINE mess you've gotten us into Nameksei-jin!" Brolly growled, "I told you we should have turned back at that lamp post!"

"I'm not so sure that was lamp post," Piccolo grumbled, "And besides, according to the radar Shin gave us, we're heading in the right direction."

"I still say we're lost!"

"How can we get lost in a endless void?" Piccolo laughed, "We've been here one week, traveled what has to be thousands of miles, and found a lamp post. There is still one and half years of traveling to go, so let's get rolling."

Brolly sighed in defeat and flew after the Nameksei-jin, not knowing what to expect on the long road ahead.

"Ladies and gents," Videl yawned, "We have finished yet more repairs to the ring after the last climactic battle of the titans, Ubuu and Sanil! Now for our next round of the quarter finals!"

The crowd cheered in jubilee, thrilled by the prospect of seeing yet another supercharged battle of wits and strength. As Videl pointed to the waiting area, two human teens stepped out of the area and into the tiled arena floor.

"These two competitors are very mysterious, as was our last one, but have given us their names and those of their trainers," Videl smiled, "Now for a battle between Yuno, the son and student of Tien, and Akira, the student of the mighty Krillin!"

Both fighters, dressed in the traditional gi's of their schools, waved to the crowd with smiles on their faces. Yuno's thick brown hair waved in the wind as a breeze blew over the arena, as did the dark hair of his opponent Akira.

"So, it happens again," Yuno smiled, "A student of the Kame School and a student of the Crane School of martial arts, meeting on the field of battle. Any last words before we commence?"

"Yes," Akira frowned, "Don't cry when you lose!"

"So that's how it's gonna be?" Yuno chuckled, "Then let it begin!"

That having been said, the two fighters disappeared in a blur of orange and green as the two clashed in a battle that rivaled any before. Krillin and Tien, the proud sensei's, watched with amusement and pride as the two warriors clashed overhead, each thinking exactly the same thing right as Yuno's fist hit Akira's chest.

"This...should be good..."

NEXT TIME: As Brolly and Piccolo continue on the journey to find Goku and bring him home, their friends watch the battles between a new generation of fighters, each bringing promise to the team. As the school of Kame and the school of Crane square off, who will emerge the victor? Will only one be selected to fight the new evil, or will both fighters prevail? Find out in the next installment of Dragonball AS!!!!