"Dragonball AS: New Recruits Saga"

Chapter 12- "The Semi-Finals"

By- Tiny

Akira hit the ground hard, skidding across the grass outside the ring, and slammed headfirst into a wall. Bricks crumbled down all around the dark-haired Indian warrior, making the medics rush out to the boy's body. He was alive, though just barely, and the medics were sure he wouldn't last long if he didn't get attention.

"Here, let me," Yuno sighed, pulling a brown sac from his belt, "C'mon man, eat up. Remember these?"

Akira nodded and chewed on the little bean he was given, his injuries disappearing almost immediately. The medics were in shock, needless to say, and wanted to know what Yuno had given the Indian teen.

"Um...it's a...rare medicine!" Yuno stumbled, "And it can...only be used in extreme circumstances, yeah. Cause it's so rare!"

"I see," one of the monks gulped, "Well then, good luck in the next round!"

"Thanks!" Yuno smiled, waving to the medics, "Sorry about that Akira, but it was a great fight."

"Yeah, but I need some more training," Akira sighed, "Guess I won't be aiding you guys in whatever's coming up."

"Oh, but your wrong," came a voice, "I was impressed by your fights, despite the fact that you are only humans."

The two boys whipped around to face a very short, yet muscular man with flame-like hair that defied gravity. Vegeta's famous smirk was plastered onto his face as he looked over the two boys approvingly and put a hand on their shoulders.

"Congratulations to both of you," Vegeta smiled, a rare occurrence, "I hope that you win, Yuno."

"Why's that?"

"Because everyone who made it this far is going to help us," Vegeta smirked, "But the winner of this tournament is to be trained specially by me!"

As Vegeta walked back to his seat at the judge's table, the two boys gave each other a look. Fear shown in both their eyes and the tension hanging in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"WHY ME!?!"

"Well, that match was exciting, wasn't it?" Videl cheered, "Now, since there's no damage to ring this time, let's get moving to the final match of the quarter finals! Our first competitor is the son of a student of the Kame school and is named after the school's greatest master, Master Roshi, who regrettably passed away last year."

Everyone in the crowd bowed their heads in silence and reverence. Master Roshi had been a well respected martial artist throughout the world and everyone paid him the respect he so richly deserved.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Roshi, the son of Yamcha Lonewolf!"

The crowd roared out of their somber silence, cheering for the son of such a great warrior and the student of such a prestigious martial arts school. Roshi rubbed the back of his long, black hair and waved to the crowd, a small blush creeping onto his face.

"And for our other competitor," Videl continued, "He is a powerful warrior descended from a long line of warriors, including his father Killa, who competed in many past tournaments. He is also a student of the Kame school under master Krillin and the most promising student next to Akira! Give it up for Trevor!"

Trevor got a deafening roar of applause, as everyone also knew of his father and knew that he was also quite an accomplished martial artist. Trevor brushed aside his hair, which he kept in dreadlocks, and held a hand up in the air before the crowd. He was decked out in a modified version of the tradition Kame gi, but it was alright as far as everyone was concerned.

"So that's your other student, huh?" Tien smiled, "He's strong, but not as strong as Roshi."

"I know, but he does as well," Krillin sighed, "Roshi can get cocky, just like his father, and that may play into our favor."

"I hope so Krillin," Tien chuckled, "He has much potential."

"Fighters.....BEGIN!!!!"

Trevor made the first move, firing a small shot at Roshi's head. The son of Yamcha dodged the attack quickly and went to fire at his opponent, hitting nothing but an after image. While Roshi tried to figure out where he had gone, Trevor appeared behind him and slammed his foot into the other teen's back. Roshi spiraled towards the ring's edge, but corrected himself quickly and fell into stance again.

"I see Krillin has trained you well," Roshi chuckled, "I, however, am the more powerful fighter!"

"Like father, like son," Trevor grinned, "If you think so, then why don't you come and get me?"

Not one to back down from a challenge, Roshi phased in front of Trevor and swung a fist at the taller teen's face. Trevor dodged fairly easily and sent a knee into Roshi's stomach, knocking him skyward. As Roshi flew into the air, Trevor phased above him and delivered a barrage of punches, kicks, and ki blasts into the stronger warrior's body.

"I thought Roshi was stronger!" Tien gasped from the stands, "Yet, Trevor's socking it to him! How is that possible!"

"Like I said, Roshi's cocky," Krillin shrugged, "That and Trevor is very skilled and EXTREMELY fast, faster than any other human fighter. That's why he's able to avoid Roshi's attacks."

As the two older men continued to talk, Trevor ceased his assault on the other student of Kame, drifting away a few feet. Sweat poured from the teen's brow and made his skin glisten in the morning sunlight. His body was no worse for the wear, but it was clear that he was running out of energy.

"What a fight!" Videl screeched below, "I've never seen a match like this before!"

"Indeed it is a good fight," Roshi heaved, wiping his mouth, "You're weaker than me and yet you've managed to beat the hell out of me."

"I was trained by the best," Trevor swallowed, "Master Krillin is a great teacher."

"Well then, shall we finish this fight?" Roshi grinned, moving into an attack position.

"Wait, what are you doing!?!"

"WOLF FANG FIST!!!!!"

An orange beam of energy left Roshi's palm, slamming into Trevor's body and ripping his unscathed gi to pieces. Trevor's energy itself was too low for him to regain his composure and he plummeted to the ground, smacking so hard against the grass that he left a six foot-by-six foot crater in the earth.

"And the winner by knock out!" Videl yelled excitedly, "Give it up for Roshi!"

Roshi waved to the crowd as he landed on the ground below once more, walking over to the fallen student of Krillin. Trevor had already pulled himself up and seemed wary of the aggressive son of Yamcha.

"You have no need to fear me Trevor," Roshi laughed, "You put up a good fight and I look forward to sparring with you again some time."

"You can count on it," Trevor smiled, shaking the teen's hand, "If we survive the upcoming battle that is."

"Indeed," Roshi sighed, "If only..."

"Now ladies and gentlemen, we will take a thirty minute intermission to set up for the semi-final round," Videl beamed, "Feel free to visit the food stands or to play in the arcades set up around the stadium!"

"What do you say we go and hit the fighter's cafeteria?" Yamcha grinned, grabbing the shoulders of both teen's, "My treat."

"Yeah dad!" Roshi smiled, "That sounds great!"

"Then let's get a move on!" the older man cheered, "Can't keep the other's waiting."

"I propose a toast," Gohan cheered, "To the new generation of Z fighters, may they carry on long after we depart!"

Everyone present in the reserved area raised their glasses, be they filled with alcohol or soda, and clanked them against another. Sanil was the only one not drinking a soda of the teens, but he had a bottle of water that kept him satisfied. Vegeta had even taken part in the festivities and was busy talking with Ice.

"So you're Frieza's cousin, huh?" Vegeta grinned, "I didn't think that the bastard had any relatives left and you certainly don't look like him."

"The Kurudo-jin's can look humanoid or lizard-like," Ice explained, "It all depends on their parents. Mine were humanoid, so I am also humanoid in appearance."

"I see," Vegeta smirked, "So, do you think you'll win this tournament?"

"I could only hope so!" Ice laughed, "There are several strong fighters left, and that Ubuu character scares the hell out of me!"

"As well he should," Vegeta nodded, "He is the reincarnate of Majin Buu, after all. Many people fear him."

Ice, if at all possible, turned even paler and decided to change the subject and began to talk about battle tactics. Vegeta took a particular interest in this subject, so he carried on with the boy for the remainder of the intermission.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Videl yelled, "Thank you for waiting and now, let's get the Semi-Finals underway!"

The crowd was even more excited now than they had been before when they got there. The promise of another spectacular bout between two powerful fighters made their adrenaline rush and their need to see a scrap unbearable.

"Our first fighter preformed very well in the first round," Videl grinned, "He even defeated an opponent that surpassed him greatly in strength and experience. Give it up for Ice!"

Ice stepped out of the waiting area, his body rigid and pale, and walked nervously towards the ring. Pale locks of hair hung loosely in front of the Kurudo-jin's face as his red eyes glared at the waiting area in anticipation.

"And for our second fighter, the prodigy of Son Goku," Videl yelled, "Not just that, but also the student of Hercule Satan himself! Ladies and gentlemen, give a hand to Ubuu!"

Ubuu walked towards the ring swiftly, not wanting to wait long to get this battle underway. He had changed his clothing to a pair of white gi pants and a red shirt, so as to look fresh for the fight ahead. The crowd roared with excitement knowing full well how good the two fighters were.

"I look forward to this match," Ubuu smirked, "And don't be afraid of me, or else I won't get the fight I know you can give me. Don't get cocky either, cause it'll be your downfall."

"I understand," Ice nodded, moving into stance, "Shall we commence?"

"GLADLY!!!"

High above the planet Earth, two figures watched the tournament battles with great interest. Both were clad in black pants with white shirts, and their steely, onyx eyes gazed down upon their new home. One's brown hair rose in a flame like pattern on his head and his gruff goatee waved in the wind, while the other man's bed-head hairstyle just got whipped around a bit.

"This is going to be the true championship bout," Vegita smiled, "The others won't last against either of these two."

"I know," Bardock nodded, "The question is, who's going to win?"

Staring back down at the green planet below, the two Saiya-jin smirked devilishly as the fight started. One watched only in amusement, but the other was excited at the knowledge only he possessed.

"Yes, everything is going to be alright now..."

NEXT TIME: Ice and Ubuu have begun their fight for dominance at the Budokai arena, both wanting the privilege of being trained under the mighty prince, Vegeta. Yuno and Roshi are also chomping at the bit for their chance to fight, but who will emerge victorious in the tournament? Why does Bardock seem so confident that things will go right now? Find out in the next installment of Dragonball AS!!!!!!