"Dragonball AS: 32nd Budokai Saga"
Chapter 39- "Family Affair"

By- Tiny

Medon wasn't even trying all that hard in the match against his younger cousin, but it was quite clear that he still watched Kimuchi very closely. After all, the younger boy had his Oozaru Fury technique at his disposal and, as everyone had seen earlier, he was more than willing to use it if necessary. And against Medon, every skill the young son of Raditz had would be vital...

Kimuchi threw another punch at Medon, missing by bare inches as the older boy moved out of the way. Medon was so impressed with his dodge that he never even noticed as Kimuchi's knee rose up and smashed into his chin. The older boy flew up into the air rapidly where he was greeted by a hammer blow to his head, knocking him back to the ring. The older boy righted himself quickly, even before hitting the ground, and was obviously displeased that he had been caught off-guard.

"And your supposed to be the stronger of us!" Kimuchi mocked from above, "I guess my father was right then. Power isn't everything."

"Perhaps not, but it helps," Medon chuckled, his energy rising, "You wouldn't know anything about it, of course. After all, you're just a weakling..."

"We'll see about that," Kimuchi growled, "RUBY TUESDAY!!!"

Medon was too shocked by the absurd name of Kimuchi's attack to even notice as it came down on him, the impact of the crimson wave knocking several people in the stands back further. Videl jumped in her seat as though to go after her son, but was held back by Chive when the Saiya-jin woman grabbed her wrist.

"I wouldn't do that, Videl," Chive warned, "Medon will be disqualified if you do."

"But my baby is hurt!" the human woman screeched, "What if the blast killed him? I need to see that he's alright!"

"He'll be just fine!" Chive growled, her aura rising dangerously, "He's strong, like the rest of his family, and may be the strongest kid here! Don't ruin his shot by interfering."

Videl gritted her teeth in frustration, but knew that the older woman was right and she sat back down in her seat. No sooner did she do this than a golden wave of light erupted throughout the stadium, knocking Kimuchi's red blast right back at it's owner. The young Saiya-jin dodged quickly enough, but was unable to block the powerful blow to the ribs he received afterwards.

"Ruby Tuesday?" Medon smirked, now at the third level, "What were you thinking when you came up with that one?"

"I was thinking it was lunch time," Kimuchi managed to chuckle, "Guess it didn't work, huh?"

"And I thought Grandpa thought with his stomach!"

Medon wasted no more time with what he considered to be a foolish and utter waste of his time, delivering a swift kick to Kimuchi's back and knocking the younger boy to the ground below. He thought it was over and started to power down, but never did expect what came next. Kimuchi rose to his feet, a bit shakily but level none the less, and glared violently at his cousin, fire dancing in his eyes.

"Time to end this!" Kimuchi growled, cupping his hands at his sides, "Ka...me...."

"As if that will work!" Medon snickered, "My family practically invented that attack! You'll never succeed with it!"

"Ha...me..."

Medon quickly powered back up to level three and darted at the arena, determined to prove once and for all that he was the best of the new generation. Kimuchi watched his cousin's approach carefully, waiting for something, and a giant grin broke out on his face right before Medon reached him. The older boy drew back his fist to hit Kimuchi, but hit only air as the younger fighter phased out of sight.

"Where did he go?"

"RIGHT HERE!" Kimuchi laughed from behind his cousin, "HA!!!!!!"

Medon put up his arms to dodge, but to late as the blue beam of energy connected with the older boy's chest, knocking him into the wall just outside the ring. Kimuchi waited anxiously to see if his cousin would recover, not allowing himself to believe that he could've won. The younger boy soon breathed a sigh of relief, however, as Medon dropped out of level three and collapsed onto the grassy arena floor.

The stadium was silent except for a few hushed whispers and gasps of shock; even the Z fighters couldn't believe what they were seeing. Kimuchi's own eyes looked as large as dinner plates, possibly even bigger, as his older cousin stood up and grinned brightly in the classic Son style.

"I guess I lost it there, huh?" Medon laughed, "Oh well, there's always next time!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, I saw it with my own two eyes and I still don't believe it!" Bardock shouted into his microphone, "Kimuchi has come from behind, a virtual underdog, and defeated the much more powerful Medon! This skilled young fighter will now face Boxer in the final round of the Junior Competition. Let's hear a round of applause for this amazing little warrior!"

The crowd roared with excitement and pent up anxiety, cheering on the little warrior as he rubbed his head sheepishly and waved at the crowd. Medon had already exited the arena floor, not wanting to draw attention away from his younger cousin while he had his moment of glory, and walked out of the arena. On the way back to the waiting area, he ran into his father and flashed the older warrior a big, toothy grin.

"Hey there kiddo," Gohan smiled, "You seem pretty happy for a guy who just lost his big match."

"How could I be mad?" Medon asked, "Kimuchi fought me fair and square and, in the end, he proved the better fighter. I can't fault him for that."

"That's very mature of you," Gohan nodded, "Still, you've managed to surpass all the other children your age and made it to level three. That makes us all very proud of you son, especially me."

"Thanks Dad," Medon grinned, "But I'm gonna get him next time!"

"I'll bet you will, son," Gohan laughed, "I'll bet you will..."

Kimuchi had been shooed away from the ring long enough to replace all the broken tiles, which had taken almost half an hour, and was meditating quietly in the waiting room while he waited. Finally, after what seemed like eternity to the impatient Saiya-jin, he finally heard the microphone blare over the speakers again, causing him to jump into the air and dart for the exit.

"Ladies and gentlemen it's finally here, the moment you've all been waiting for patiently," Bardock smiled, "The final round of the Junior Competition. This year, we have Boxer versus Kimuchi!"

The crowd cheered excitedly as the two boy's stepped out into the open evening air, breathing in how fresh it was and how it refueled their tired bodies. Neither boy had bothered to get patched up or change clothes and were still in the clothes that they had last fought in, letting their battle scars and tattered cloth wave in the wind proudly. Smirks were plastered on both boy's faces as they finally reached the ring, right at the end of Bardock's introductions, and fire danced in their eyes as they looked each other over.

"I watched your fight with Medon and I must say I'm impressed that you were able to defeat him," Boxer smiled, moving into stance, "However, don't think such a cheap trick will work on a Saiya-jin prince!"

"You have a lot of mouth, Boxer," Kimuchi growled, "I hope you can back it up!"

"Try me and see, weakling."

"YOU GOT IT!" Kimuchi roared, launching himself at the blue-haired Saiya-jin in his full Super Saiya-jin glory.

The final round was about to begin...

NEXT TIME: Kimuchi, despite all odds, has defeated his older cousin in the semi's, much to everyone's shock , especially Kimuchi's! Now he faces Boxer, the grandson of Vegeta, and is in for what might be his most challenging battle in the Budokai yet. Will the young son of Raditz defy the odds as he has already done twice before, or will is his time finally up? Find out in the next installment of Dragonball AS!!!!!