Response to Reviews:
Dany le fou() – ya, no frying pan, and they won't ever encounter one either. There aren't any stoves in the magical area, and they're far to advanced in the others to be using frying pans. Sorry about that, hehe. And oh yes, there are going to be some, hopefully, entertaining confrontations between the various females. But oh man... You should see what I'm gonna do to Vegeta... HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... ahem... sorry... And hmmm... Heroic Fantasy.... Not quite sure what that is, so if I do write it, it's more than likely accidental and yes magic here will rival ki energy... because ki energy is what powers the magical spells. In the fantasy worlds that I've read in books magic came from an external source. Like one always had to tap into something and channel it into themselves before they could manipulate magic. This universe is different, their magical spells aren't fuelled by an external force, but by internal life force.
Cash – I might elaborate on the weapon, might not. It doesn't really have anything to do with my story but if I tried I may be able to find some way of fitting it in. Maybe just as a side tidbit for anyone curious... hey... that gives me an idea for another story... Anyways about the fight, I've decided. There will be a fight, but yet again... there won't be. Just read and you'll see. And yes, you are quite correct. A piddly little number like a billion lives is nothing I really worry about. In my other stories I was tossing that many deaths out at the shake of a stick.
Yodey() – no, I didn't mean 4'10. I meant 5'10. Slight doesn't have to mean small, it could also mean slim or slender. Both of which talk about her width, not height. And most elves are over 6 feet so she is technically small being under the six foot mark. Elves are generally tall, yet slender, creatures. Taller than humans, but not quite as bulky (in general). About the fight, you'll have to see. You must remember, even if the elves have power levels in the millions they don't have techniques capable of penetrating crusts of planets and causing them to explode like Gohan and the others do. Gohan can take out a star if he tried. You are correct, if anyone but Gohan fought in the city it'd survive but... Gohan's in a whole different league than everyone else, except perhaps the gods.
This is response to your second review Yodey. Anyways, this isn't an x-over. The 3 universes are completely original. There may be similarities, but that's just because I take ideas from other places. There is no direct relation between the 3 other universes and any other anime/book/whatever you've seen/played/watched. As for Bardock and Trunks well... Bardock already has a mate, he won't ever get a new one, so there won't be any for him. He'll just brush the girls off saying he's taken. As for Trunks. Just wait and see, hehe.
Thel33tness – well the reason I put all that extra stuff in is that I have all these ideas, but none are REALLY enough to make an entire story out of so I try to combine as many as I can into each story I DO make. It may seem like it's making the story longer, and it probably is, but I'm just trying to cram as much as I can into each of my stories as possible. I'm not gonna ever over do it like Robert Jordan, that's just insane, but you understand right? I won't be able to do EVERYTHING I wanted but, I'm going to try and get as much as possible out there. And could you give examples about surface details I'm leaving out? I take it's nothing like 'I'm not showing enough about what's happening there and now' because if I did that it'd make it even longer than what it currently is.
Inuyasha142 – Well... neither Karreth nor Vegeta are Queen/King. It's undecided at the moment. And Gohan isn't really the one for spotlight so whoever DOES end up with Gohan won't be in any major position of authority that's easily recognizable. So if Karreth gets with Gohan, she's not Queen. If she doesn't. Then she'll be Queen unless she dies. Who knows, perhaps Vegeta and Karreth will have joint rulership. Just wait and see.
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Chapter 11: Sapphire
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The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. If looks could kill, Gohan would be a blood smear on the wall, but then again, the look Gohan was returning was so violent that it would have smashed their look and torn the elves apart. In other words it was like comparing anger with murderous rage. There was no comparison.
"Who do you think you are?" The robed elf snarled out. He noticed the monkey like tail and snarled. "Let go of me this instant you monkey tailed freak."
Gohan glared at him with such fury it was surprising that one couldn't reach out and touch it. "You were about to hit her, for no reason. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip your head from your shoulders and shove it down your neck!" Gohan snarled back.
"I am one of the Grand Mages, to harm me is to bring the wrath of my entire province down upon your head!" He snapped back. His anger dissolved at this proclamation. "Now, unless you wish to die or spend the rest of your life serving as my personal slave... I suggest you unhand me." He said, now perfectly calm.
Gohan let him go, but moved to stand between him and the young elf. "I suggest you leave." Gohan said quietly, his voice now sounding more deadly, despite how impossible that seemed. "I let you go, she doesn't want you here, and neither do I. Running a province is hard work, don't you have work you should be doing?"
"This IS work related! I need a woman worthy of my station, and she has the looks to qualify for that. I want her, and I will have her. It is, after all, an honour to be chosen by one such as myself." The elf said smugly.
Gohan tilted his head to regard the young elf, "And I take it you want nothing to do with him?" He inquired and she nodded quickly in agreement. Gohan turned back to look at the robed elf. "I see, wow, must be 'such' an honour." Gohan said sarcastically, causing the other to turn beat red in anger. "It looks as if she doesn't want anything to do with you, so why don't you run along and find someone else, rather then molesting those that would rather choke and die on their own tongue then have anything to do with you."
You could literally hear the teeth grinding as the other grounded his teeth together and glared at Gohan with such venom he should have melted on the spot. Gohan however stood there unflinching, not even batting an eye. He was, after all, used to far worse. The other four saiyans exchanged looks, there really was only one ending for this. They just hoped Gohan knew what he was doing. "I won't be stopped by you!" The mage snapped out, his anger overriding all reason, "I WILL HAVE HER! I HAVE WAITED TOO LONG, NO MORE!" He shouted.
In the blink of an eye the other four saiyans flanked Gohan on either side with Trunks and Vegeta on his left and Bardock and Karreth on the other. "I don't think so." Gohan snarled back.
"Your little friends won't save you!" The robed elf yelled.
"They don't need to, not to deal with scum like you." Gohan retorted and stepped forward. The boulevard cracked under his foot causing some not so good sounds to echo through the suddenly still air. The robed elf's guards exchanged looks. That wasn't a good sign. Another step and another crack, this one larger. A third step and Gohan's foot sank into the stone a little causing vibrations and ominous crackling sounds to echo through the air as the enchantments strengthening and holding the boulevard up began to buckle under Gohan's power.
It was at this time that the crowd realized that this probably wasn't the best of places to be and decided that they wanted to be elsewhere. They slowly began to clear away, taking their time making sure no one was hurt or trampled in the process. A fourth step and a frightening boom ripped through the air as a massive crack snaked its way across the entire width of the boulevard. The slow, stately 'let's go somewhere else' walk suddenly turned into a stampede as everyone without the capability of flight suddenly turned and fled everywhere but where confrontation was.
The grand mage wasn't looking quite so confident anymore, and neither were his guards. At the fifth step part of the boulevard sank down as a white aura slowly began to whip around Gohan. The boulevards were created by the gods and were thought to be indestructible, up until this point anyway. A sixth step and Gohan was standing face to face, eye to eye, with the grand mage and the elf knew terror. There was something deep within Gohan's eyes, something that shook the elf to his core. It was the same thing Vegeta saw, but magnified by many times. It was nameless, no word could describe it. It was beyond mortal comprehension, but there was one tangible thing, terror. All whom came upon the receiving end of 'it' suddenly realized what true terror was all about.
"Leave..." Gohan hissed in a voice so dark, so frightening, that it made the deepest pits of hell appear welcoming. The grand mage knew only one response, flight. His body wouldn't have stayed even if his mind had commanded it to, but his mind was in full agreement. He turned and fled as fast as he could, through his guards and up into the air. His mind was too irrational and terror ridden to even consider teleporting away. He simply flew off as fast as he could. The guards glanced at the ruined boulevard, their fleeing master, and then Gohan's eyes before they, too, fled as fast as their magical enchantments could take them.
Gohan breathed deeply and turned to the others, a happy smile on his face. "Well, I'm glad that's over with." He said cheerfully as he walked back to his friends, completely ignoring the ruined boulevard. The entire confrontation hadn't taken more than five minutes yet it seemed like much longer to Gohan and the others. Gohan stopped in front of the two elves and smiled sheepishly as he scratched the back of his head. "I don't think they'll be bothering you again."
The younger of the two smiled back and dipped her head a little, "I thank you very much." She replied. Her eyes twinkled with merriment, "I'm not sure what you did to him but I am very grateful, he's been bothering me for quite some time."
"It was no problem, I sensed you in trouble and I came." Gohan said cheerfully. His eyes widened for a moment and he grinned sheepishly once more. "Oh yes, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Gohan." He said.
She smiled back at him, "Nice to meet you Gohan, I'm Sapphire. And this is my mother, Emerald." She said while indicating to the woman slightly behind her who was looking back and forth between Gohan and the slowly regenerating boulevard. "Who are your companions?" She inquired.
Trunks stepped forward and stood beside Gohan, "I'm his best friend, Trunks." Trunks said with a small smile.
Bardock just raised his hand a little, "Bardock." He said.
"I'm Karreth." Karreth said as she stood on Gohan's other side. She looked and sounded pleasant, aside from the hard look in her eyes. She was beginning to feel slightly inferior with all the beautiful women that seem to be appearing around Gohan lately.
"Hmph, the name's Vegeta, and don't forget it." Vegeta said smugly.
"Aww what a cutie!" Sapphire said as she bent to look Vegeta in the eyes, flashing him a brilliant smile.
"CUTIE!?" Vegeta roared.
"All children are cute to some degree." Gohan surmised.
"CHILD?!" Another yell resounded through the air.
"Yes I quite agree." She said as she stood. She brushed a few strands from her hair. "Umm... Why exactly did you rescue me?" She asked curiously.
"Well..." Gohan started. He peered intently at Sapphire for a moment before he gently pressed a finger to her forehead. There was a brief flash of light and Gohan retracted his finger. "That's why."
Sapphire's eyes widen in surprise, surprise that transformed into happiness and relief. With a musical laugh she jumped into Gohan and hugged him tightly. Gohan was caught off guard but managed to catch himself before he was forced back a step. Gohan was blushing slightly as he awkwardly patted her on the back, not quite sure what to do. Normally he wouldn't have minded but he was only too aware of what the two things pressed into his chest were.
After a moment Sapphire raised her face and slowly touched his. There were tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks. "I... I've been waiting so long, hoping that you people would arrive before they did." She stepped back, and held Gohan at arms length, smiling a beautiful smile. "You have no idea how happy I am." She whispered.
Gohan smiled back, "Well, I suppose that saves a little bit of explaining." Gohan said with a grin. "Since you apparently already know who we are, you probably know why we are here, and what we have to do."
She nodded and smiled, "Sapphire, these are the ones you kept telling me about?" Emerald asked curiously, peering intently at them now that the boulevard had been completely restored.
"Yes mother, now I don't have to hide anymore." She said happily, bubbling with energy. "I had to hide my power; I didn't want anyone else to know who I was, not until it was too late for them to do anything." She replied and turned to look at her mother, "You know what's been happening lately. All of the strongest people have either disappeared, or gone missing for a time and returned completely changed. The Grand Master was a perfect example. Sure he always pursued me but he always respected my privacy, my decisions, he was simply persistent. Yet this time he was intent on forcing me, it was completely out of character."
Emerald nodded in agreement and smiled happily at her daughter, "That's good news at least." She said and turned to Gohan, "You'll watch over my daughter won't you?"
Gohan nodded, "Don't worry; we won't let anything happen to her." He assured Emerald. He bent his head forward and scratched the back, "But uh..." Gohan was at a loss for words, not quite sure how to phrase it.
Thankfully Sapphire helped him, "We're about to sign up for the tournament. It happens once every decade here in the grand city of Il'Vanath. It's the greatest tournament on the face of the planet. There are no restrictions on race or power. Everyone can sign up. Each person is separated into the category they are most skilled at, whether it be with swords, axes, animals, fists, magic, everything. My mother convinced me in coming here, and now I'm glad she did." Sapphire said happily, "Why don't you join us. Show everyone your skills."
Gohan glanced at his friends, "Well? What do you guys think?"
"Do you even need to ask Gohan?" Trunks said with a smirk.
Gohan chuckled, "I suppose not." He replied and turned to Sapphire, "Yes, these four will participate in the tournament."
"You're not?" Sapphire asked curiously, a little put out.
Gohan nodded, "It wouldn't be fair. I could probably challenge the gods and win, how is anything mortal going to stand a chance against me?" Gohan asked and shrugged his shoulders, "Besides, you should always keep your trump card hidden. They'll think I'm weak because I'm not in the tournament. No one will ever suspects it's the opposite, well anyone who wasn't just here at least."
Sapphire pouted, she half wanted to see Gohan in action after the taste she saw earlier. She sighed and then brushed some hair out of her eyes before she grabbed Gohan's hand and began tugging him towards the huge central spire. "Well then, come along, today is the last day for registration and we don't want to miss that now do we?" She asked with a huge smile and her eyes twinkled with merriment.
Gohan smiled back helplessly and allowed her to drag him along. The others were quick to follow, Karreth with a scowl on her face.
When they entered the central column they were astounded by what they saw. The boulevard they entered on extended the length of the inside, circling around a large crystal cylinder at the very center of the column. The cylinder extended the height of the column and was connected to countless other locations via small crystal like tubes. The smaller tubes all split yet again as they approach platforms that extended outwards from the main boulevards at regular intervals. What mystified the saiyans the most about the crystal tubes were the sparks of light that flashed through them at super sonic speeds. In addition to the cris-cross of boulevards and crystalline tubes were huge structures that seemed to either float in mid air or were attached to the sides of the column. There were countless windows and, at times, long strips of clear glass, in the structures giving hints to what lay within. Despite the structure being fully enclosed it was as bright inside as it was out, in fact there were no shadows, as if the light originated from every point all at once.
Sapphire stopped pulling Gohan and turned to regard everyone, "Since we can all fly I think it'll be easier for us to fly to our destination. There are usually long line ups for the teleporters. Relatively few can fly in comparison to the number that can't." She said.
"Just lead the way." Gohan replied with a smile.
She returned it in full, "Follow me, I hope you can keep up because the registration is still a few miles away." She said as she lifted into the air.
The saiyans smirked; they could circle the planet in an hour if they went full out. "Don't mind us." Gohan said, as he settled beside her, "Set whatever pace you like and we'll keep up."
The group shot through the air at breakneck speeds. They twisted and turn around crystalline tubes and boulevards on their way up through the massive column of Il'Vanath, heading for the registration for the tournament. There was only a single access to the registration area, and that was only accessible by those that could fly. It had been proven countless times in the past that flight could very well enable someone to beat an opponent a dozen times stronger. So flight became a requirement to join the tournament, any means of doing so was alright. Despite this restriction there were still countless applicants for the tournament, and none were turned away. It was open to all with the minimum requirements, and the desire to fight, and few turned down the chance.
Some joined for fame, others for money, others for reasons obscure and unknowable. No matter the reason for joining the rewards were tempting enough that virtually everyone wished they could participate. The top four competitors in each category all received rewards for positioning. The winner gained the most lucrative rewards as well as title of strongest while those ranking just behind him/her also got rewarded, although not quite as handsomely. This led to people of all ages, races, and disciplines signing up. The rules varied depending on the weapons being used or in some cases if both competitors agree to the same terms. This made the matches unique each and every time.
Competitors were allowed to watch all the matches excluding the ones from their category. This was to give the competitors the joy and entertainment of watching others battle while at the same time preventing them from analyzing potential rivals and develop strategies outside the battlefield to deal with them. The referees and judges were up in among some of the most powerful beings on the planet, some of them even gods who've come down to enjoy the matches themselves.
Needless to say the arena was huge and when it came into sight, it was all they could see. It filled the entirety of the column. The main central crystal cylinder served as the main entrance but countless others pierced the massive structure at various other points. These were used by the wealthy and the powerful, serving as their own private entrance into the arena grounds and allowing them to bypass customs and, more importantly, the massive crowds of commoners. In addition to these avenues of entrance four boulevards softly spiraled upwards around the main crystalline cylinder into the arena as well, looking very much like a quadruple helix DNA strain, and serving as yet another route for people to enter the massive structure. Oddly enough there were four, evenly spaced out balls of, what appeared to the saiyans, weird writing. They were each easily several hundred meters in diameter and created a perfect square beneath the arena. The purpose they served was obviously important, but just what exactly it was they had no clue.
The entrance they needed to go was easily spotted; all they had to do was follow the procession of other beings that wished to fight in the tournament as well. It eventually ended at a small, small in comparison to the others as it was easily large enough to allow a dozen people through at any given time, opening in the bottom of the arena. On the way there Emerald said her goodbyes and shot off towards the main entrances. Although she had the requirements for entering the tournament she knew she stood little chance against her daughter so opted to enjoy the battles from the sidelines in opposition to first hand experience. Gohan went with her, as he had decided earlier that he wouldn't be participating, and their goodbyes were short, promising to rejoin after the others had signed up. The registration area was for competitors only.
As the group passed in through the registration entrance they entered a huge room filled with competitors and arena officials bustling around to get everyone signed in as fast as possible. The saiyans were silent as they walked through the large crowd of people to take their place in a short line, all the while sizing up potential opponents. The amount of power packed into such a relatively small place was almost mind numbing to Vegeta, Trunks and Bardock. It was worse than the war against the Aeesu-jin, there may have been more people then, but the sheer strength of those here, and the number, created a significant difference. The saiyans kept exchanging looks; looks filled with excitement and anticipation.
Eventually they reached one of the counters. The official sitting behind the desk peered up at Bardock, "Hmm, what weapons do you fight with?" He asked.
Bardock smiled, "Hand-to-hand combat, as well as some long range mixed in." He replied.
The official nodded and jotted down something on the paper before him. He turned it around and handed a quilted pen to Bardock. "Alright, please sign your name at the bottom of the sheet and that'll be it. This is a form indicating that you agree that we will not be held responsible for any injuries, fatal or otherwise, that you sustain during the battles. There will be an announcement in several hours calling each category to a specific area. You'll receive further instruction then."
Bardock nodded as he bent down and signed the sheet. Karreth and Vegeta soon followed after him, also signing into the hand-to-hand combat category. Vegeta's haughty look and tone, as well as his age, caused the official to raise his eyebrow a few times.
The official looked Trunks once over before he wrote something down on a fourth sheet of paper. "I assume from the sword strapped to your back that you'll be participating in the swordsmanship category."
Trunks nodded and signed the sheet, causing the other three saiyans to breathe a sigh of relief. They weren't entirely sure if Trunks was going to go into the hand-to-hand combat or fight with his sword. Now they at least had a chance of coming first.
"I'm here for..."
"I know, we've been expecting you this year." The official said, catching her and others by surprise. "What? Did you really think you could keep your progress a secret? Many people are looking forward to seeing how spectacular you truly are." He said with a genuine smile.
She smiled back and signed her name down at the bottom of a pre-prepared sheet. "How did you know I was going to come to this exact desk?" She asked curiously.
"We didn't, we saw you enter though, and had your paper delivered to the desk you stopped at." He replied.
"I see." She said with a smile, "Then I shall try to not let anyone down."
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That night...
"Gohan!" Karreth shouted, catching said saiyan's attention. "Where've you been all day?" She asked. Just slightly behind her strode the others that had signed up for the competition.
"Following Emerald around." Gohan said wryly, tossing a glance behind him.
Emerald was talking to someone across the counter, arguing to be more precise, what exactly they were arguing about was unclear. They were in a large, domed area. Four huge pillars soared upwards and help up a crystal ceiling that filtered a soft white light into the room, banishing virtually all shadows. The pillars were magnificently sculptured, every inch of them detailed in some form or another. At the base of each pillar was a small grassy bed of flowers, capturing those picturesque meadows perfectly. In the center of the room, equally distanced from each of the pillars, was a large fountain depicting four gods and goddesses. Water sprayed out from mouths and eyes of the statues forming a nice cascade of water that flowed down into the center of the fountains base. The floor was covered with tiles of white marble that glowed softly from the light that filtered in. Benches lined the fountain and flower beds, and could also be seen at various places by the walls. The entrances were all located either on the north end of the room, or the south, leading to either the stands where the spectators sat, or the waiting area for the competitors. A few doors were set in the eastern wall, giving access to the sleeping corridors if one were to take shelter at the arena. The western wall held a bunch of desks that provided anything from rooms, to information on locations or various events that were happening.
"What's she doing?" Karreth asked as she stopped in front of Gohan.
Gohan simply shrugged in response.
"Perhaps she's getting us rooms." Sapphire said.
"That's a possibility." Gohan said as he turned to regard Sapphire's mother. "She appears to be tearing that clerk a new asshole. I can't hear what they are saying due to the noise in this place but from the pale skin and frightened look on that poor man's face..." Gohan trailed off.
Sapphire sighed, "Mother..." She said to herself. "She always does this. Thinks I deserve the best and demands that I get it. She's probably trying to get us the best rooms for the cheapest price."
Vegeta smirked, "Well, we DO deserve the best! After all, I'm in this group." Vegeta said smugly.
The other saiyans just held the heads and sighed while Sapphire looked at him questioningly.
"Don't bother asking Sapphire, you'll just get a headache trying to understand." Gohan said, trying to assuage her curiosity.
"Alright." She said happily with a smile. "Here comes my mother, let's ask her what she was doing."
As it turned out they didn't need to ask, Emerald was all too willing to tell them. "I was just getting us rooms." She said, "I was only able to get us a suite. It has two washrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, a lounge, an entertainment complex, a simulation sphere so we can watch the fights from the lounge and six bedrooms, one being a double. I wasn't able to obtain a seven bedroom one, next time I'll do better."
Gohan blinked in surprise, "That's quite alright. I'm sure the suite will do just fine. Vegeta can bunker down with Trunks." Gohan said.
"WHAT!" Vegeta roared. "I'm NOT sharing a room!"
"Let's check our rooms out." Gohan said, "So we can drop our packs off and rest for the night."
"HEY!" Vegeta yelled, "Didn't you hear me! I'm NOT sharing a room!"
"Come on Vegeta, I promise not to bite." Trunks said as he picked Vegeta up carried him like a rag doll.
"Hey! No! Let me go! Unhand me you brute!" Vegeta yelled as he squirmed in Trunk's unrelenting grasp.
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After an hour of walking...
"Where the hell is the damned place?" Vegeta yelled, now moving under his own volition. Trunks and Bardock had decided to end his whining and yelling by saying they would share a room and he could have his own. Vegeta had quieted down after that, until now anyways. They'd been walking for an hour and the doors and hallways that branched from the main one just seemed to keep appearing, like an endless sea. They were all getting tired of walking; Vegeta was simply the most vocal of them all.
"It's not much further. We need to find room A.245.F40. It should only be 140 doors more." Emerald said as she glanced at the key. There were seven keys in total, one for each occupant of the room."
"140?! What the hell is this? The Hallway of Endless Doors?" Vegeta yelled.
"Yes, yes it is." Emerald said.
Vegeta's jaw dropped for a moment before he closed it and glared at her. "You're joking right!" Vegeta growled.
Emerald shook her head. "No, I am not. There are a collection of pre-made suites, generally the high quality ones like the one we're going to, but if they need any extra rooms they just create them on the spot, so theoretically this is an endless hallway of doors because the owners can generate as many as they like."
"Well, that's handy." Trunks mused, "You can never become filled; you always have room for more. Great for business, you're able to advertise that you can guarantee space for anyone, if they have the money to pay that is."
Sapphire smiled, "Not even money is required for some. The owners also accept favors, trades, and sometimes nothing if there is a valid enough reason. But it does stand to reason that the more you pay, the more you get. So if you get a room for free, don't expect much more than a room with a bed and a door that can be locked."
Ideas began to churn within Trunks' head as he tried to process various ways of creating such a structure. The possible income it could generate was astronomical. You'd have a monopoly on temporary, and even permanent, residences.
"Ah, here we are." Emerald said as she stopped in front of a door. There, on a gold and platinum plaque in the top center of the door was the number A.245.F40. Emerald unlocked the door and went in.
"It's about time..." Vegeta grumbled as he stomped into the room and the others were quick to follow.
It was just like Emerald had said; it was fully equipped with everything. The washrooms and bathroom were fully stocked with soap, shampoo, conditioner, towels, face clothes, everything. The kitchen had all the utensils and utilities required to make a full course meal for seven. There were multiple chairs and a large couch in the lounge; even the rooms were fully equipped with desks, dressers, and a perfectly made bed with scented sheets. All one had to bring was themselves and the clothes they would wear. Everything else was provided, even food.
"How can you be disappointed with a place like this?" Gohan asked Emerald.
"Well, like I said, we got a double; I was trying to get all singles." She replied.
Gohan just shook his head, "Don't worry, this is fine. We've been in far, far worse before." He assured her, "I'm not sure about the rest of you, but I'm going to get some rest. I suggest you get some as well, you'll have your matches tomorrow and you don't want to be tired for them."
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The next day...
"And for our fourth hand-to-hand combat battle of the day, we present to you all two new competitors." The announcer said, his voice easily reaching everyone who's watching. "The first of the two new competitors is a human by the name of Gorin, he's fast, he's strong, and he's never lost a fight. He's well known from where he lives, having battle and defeated anything and everything that has threatened his village. Facing off against him is a small child with a spiky hair style. Not much is known about this young fighter, he just suddenly appeared one day out of nowhere and signed up. It's obvious he packs a punch, but whether or not it's enough to beat Gorin is another story, now without further ado, let the match begin!"
"I'm going to smash you into a pulp!" Gorin shouted, "You may have been strong enough to enter the competition, but don't think for a moment you have what it takes to become the champion."
Vegeta simply yawned and looked at his opponent with a tired, lazy look on his face. "I may be worried if I was faced against Trunks or Gohan, but against weaklings like you..." Vegeta shook his head. "I don't see why I need to even try."
"Why you little runt!" Gorin yelled, and disappeared. A moment later Vegeta was flying back as a massive punch was slammed into his cheek. The small body slammed into the ground and bounced a couple times before it, too, disappeared. A moment later a punch slammed into Gorin's face.
To Vegeta's surprise it only knocked the human back a step, and that moment of shock was all Gorin needed to plant his foot into the side of Vegeta's head. There was a loud crash as Vegeta slammed into the wall of the arena. Before Vegeta could get up a spin kick slammed into his stomach, picking him off the wall and launched him across the arena to slam harshly into the ground. Vegeta slowly picked himself off the ground and glared at Gorin.
Gorin charged at Vegeta once more, hoping for an encore but just as reached Vegeta the young prince jumped out of the way with surprising speed and left a little present behind. Gorin's eyes widened as a the small ball of energy exploded before him and launched him back the way he had come. Gorin flipped in the air and halted himself to glare at Vegeta, or rather he tried, he ended staring into the end of a energy wave. With a shout of surprise the energy wave slammed into his face with bruising force and carried him into the side of the arena before detonating.
When the smoke clear Gorin slowly stood, his body singed in many places as he glared at a smirking Vegeta. "What the hell was that! What are you? A mage?" He shouted.
Vegeta shook his head, "No, it's a martial arts technique. I don't use magic, don't know how to, don't ever want to learn. Why learn such useless parlor tricks?" Vegeta replied.
Gorin snarled, "I'm not without my own tricks kid, prepare to learn first hand why I can't lose!"
Gorin held up a hand and concentrated for a moment. His form seemed to shimmer a bit before he lowered his hand. With a smile Gorin charged.
And Vegeta threw an energy blast at Gorin who merely smiled in response. Vegeta was about to fire another when suddenly he was hit from behind, hard. He tumbled through the air before he slammed into his own energy blast, causing it to explode. Vegeta got up and glared at Gorin, only to be punched in the face from the side sending him careening into the arena walls once more.
"Fuck!" Vegeta spat out as he glared at Gorin once more. His young mind began to quickly process what was transpiring. Whenever he concentrated in Gorin, he was hit from somewhere else. A punch slammed into his face, causing him to skid along the wall before he gripped it and halted himself. Vegeta's thought process finally realized what was happening, and a quick location for Gorin's energy signature confirmed it. The image was an illusion; Gorin was using it as a distraction.
Pleased with himself at this discovery, he quickly set into motion a plan that would make the most of it. Vegeta charged at Gorin's illusionary image once more, and sensed the real Gorin coming up behind him fast. Just as Gorin was about to punch Vegeta, the prince of all saiyans bent down, gripped the ground, and spun like a top. Gorin, moving at the high speed that he was, couldn't stop in time and was hit four times in the hips breaking the illusion and sending Gorin for a trip.
Gorin twisted in the air and halted his moment just shy of the wall, but it didn't really do all that much, because before he could react two feet had planted themselves firmly, and rather violently, into his face. Blood sprayed through the air as Gorin's nose was mutilated and his head violently smashed into the arena walls. Vegeta was never one to really let up, so before Gorin had even finished slamming into the wall Vegeta had begun another attack, a barrage of fast, furious punches into the taller mans abdominal region. Now the head that was violently slamming backwards into the wall, flew forward as his torso slammed into the wall.
Vegeta continued the long barrage of punches confident of his victory, until Gorin surprised him kneeing him in the face. Vegeta's violent rain of punches came to an abrupt end right there, as did his impromptu flight into the air as Gorin slammed his forehead into Vegeta's face as he delivered a titanic blow to the Vegeta's chest, launching him through the air. When Vegeta landed he didn't bounce not once, or twice, but five times before he skidded into the wall on the opposite side of the arena.
"Get up kid!" Gorin said as he stomped across the arena, "I'm going to destroy you for ruining my face!"
"I'm going to ruin much more than just your face!" Vegeta snarled as he stood on two shaky legs.
"Hah!" Gorin shouted. "I dare you to try it!"
Vegeta smirked and blasted towards Gorin, kicking of a cloud of dirt in his wake. Vegeta shot towards Gorin's and threw a punch at his face, only to have Gorin slam his two fists right into his afterimage. Gorin's eyes widened in surprise, and than in unforgettable pain as Vegeta's foot forever removed the larger mans ability to have children. With a loud crack and pop that made males shudder all over the world in sympathetic agony for Gorin's family jewels which were just reduced to a pulverized sack of ruined flesh.
"Ummm... I think males all over the world felt that one..." The announcer said, his voice pained, "I know I'm supposed to be impartial but I think most would agree that, that blow was a little... excessive."
Gorin's eyes held inexpressible pain as he held his groin, nothing he had felt before, or would ever afterwards, compare to the pain he was feeling at that moment. Waves upon waves of agony rippled through his body as his most sacred of places was torn apart.
Vegeta smirked for a moment a raised his fist and threw what he figured would be the final blow, only to have it halted in its tracks by a thoroughly enraged Gorin. "You little prick! I'LL TEAR REND YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!" He roared as he gripped Vegeta's hand tighter and whipped the younger man into the ground with ground shaking force, but Gorin didn't let go. He ripped Vegeta from the ground and slammed him back down again, and again, over and over a dozen times before letting him.
Gorin stepped back for a moment and nodded to himself before looking up at the judges booth. "The little shit is down, you'll need to get him medical help..."
"Shut it!" Came a growl from the ground as Vegeta began to slowly get up.
"What the hell are you made out of?" Gorin gasped in surprise, any normal person, even one his strength, would have been out after that.
"The only way you're going to win..." Vegeta started as he stood up erect, "Is over my dead body!" He yelled.
"If that's the way it's going to be, then so be it!" Gorin growled.
Vegeta simply smirked back at him.
"What are you smirking about kid?" Gorin said, warily looking at Vegeta, prepared for any surprises.
"Oh nothing, it's just you're a little stronger than anticipated, but nothing I can't handle." Vegeta said, "I'm going to transform, and end this."
"Transform?" Gorin asked, suddenly confused, transformations were only capable of being performed by mages. "If you can transform then you're in the wrong group!" Gorin shouted.
Vegeta smirked, "Oh, I think not. It's a racial transformation, it's not restricted to a class of fighting, but rather to a race of beings." Vegeta explained as he tightened his fists and began to concentrate.
Wind began to blow as the energy deep within Vegeta began to manifest itself into a tangible energy source. With a grunt Vegeta began to yell as he summoned up more and more energy. The wind began to swirl around him, becoming visible as it kicked up the dirt from the floor of the arena. It looks as if four miniature tornados were circling around his small frame. The yelling grew louder, and louder before an ear piercing scream ripped out from Vegeta's lungs. A shockwave joined the scream, kicking up a cloud of dust around Vegeta and ripping Gorin from the floor of the arena and tossing him back several meters before he was able to halt himself. The shockwave would have slammed into the crowd except the magical shield erected to protect the spectators kept them from harms way. When the smoke cleared there stood Vegeta, in his full super saiyan glory. His normally obsidian black hair was spiked even more harshly, and turned a brilliant yellow color as an almost tangible aura of gold surrounded his small frame. His muscle mass had noticeably increased, and hardened. It was obvious to all, even the least experienced in combat, that Vegeta's power had substantially improved.
"Now, let's see how you stand up to a super saiyan." Vegeta growled his voice now deeper and much more menacing. This did not go unnoticed.
"WHOA! Now THIS is a light show! Vegeta has just transformed himself into some strange glowing thing!" The announcer shouted out in excitement.
"What the shit did you do to yourself?!" Gorin gasped out.
"Nothing you need to worry yourself with. I'll end this quickly." Vegeta said and disappeared.
A loud crack echoed throughout the arena as Gorin's arm bent in an unnatural way. Bone fragments literally shot out from the arm and scattered across the arena behind the human. Gorin had been able to raise his arms in time to block the blow, it had saved his life, but not his left arm. With a shout of agony Gorin held his shattered arm with his good one and stared at Vegeta in fear. It appeared to Gorin as if death walked within that small body, his death.
A moment later it was over. A loud boom echoed through the arena followed by a sickening cracking noise and ending with a squelching sound that really does not sound all that healthy, and healthy it was not. Vegeta's fist and arm had entered and exited Gorin's torso, causing a spray of blood to gush form the ruined body. Vegeta quickly withdrew his arm and jumped back as three clerics immediately appeared on the scene. The prince of all saiyans had intentionally avoided all vital spots, but without treatment, the kind Gorin was now getting, he would still have been a dead man.
Silence had engulfed the crowd, except for a single groan emitted from a lone saiyan sitting beside an elven woman. "Oh great Vegeta, NICE way of introducing us... Ugh..." Gohan groaned to himself. "Oh well, maybe we can avoid large crowds if they think we're all psychotic warriors."
One of the clerics that were kneeling beside Gorin raised his head and nodded towards the judges. A loud cheer echoed through the arena as news of Gorin's survival reached them. The final blow wasn't fatal and he would apparently make a full recovery. With that confirmed the crowd was all for the brutal and violent ending.
"Well there you have it folks! Vegeta has won his first match. This newcomer has shown incredible strength, durability and skill. If he is this powerful at this young age, he'll be a force to recon with when he matures into a full adult. Watch for more of this incredible youth in later rounds of the tournament!"
The crowd roared its approval and Vegeta left the arena with a very smug look on his face. This is what he lived for; battle and recognition of his fighting prowess.
"Well, that certainly wasn't expected." Gohan said to himself, "I was half afraid this place would riot at such a violent ending."
Emerald laughed, "Don't be silly Gohan. That's the normal way things end here. There have been matches that have ended far more violently, many of them with death or worse. This is what the crowd came to see. A great fight, coupled with a great ending. That transformation of his really set the stage. Others will have a hard time trying to match it."
Gohan raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure? That was rather dull in my opinion, we have far flashier ways of ending a match... but also far more deadly."
"I don't think Bardock will be one for flashy endings, but Karreth and I will more than likely do so." Trunks said, as he was sitting on Gohan's right.
"How can you get flashier than that?" Sapphire asked from Gohan's left.
"You'll see..."
"Alright! Let's get onto the next match!" The announcer shouted, "Here we have an experienced veteran against another newcomer. The veteran needs no introduction. Finishing fifth a decade ago he wishes to rise further to the top, finishing first this year. He has spent untold hours training both his mind and body for this tournament. Does Vitaro have the ability to claim the position he has trained so hard to get? His opponent is none other than Karreth. We don't know much about her, but we do know that Vegeta, the fighter that won the previous round, is her little brother. Does she have the strength and ability that her younger sibling does? Let's hope so, because she'll need every ounce of it and more if she wishes to win this match!"
Vitaro looked Karreth up and down, a grin creasing his face. "My, you're more fit for my bed than my opponent. If you wish we can tango there instead." Vitaro said with a grin.
Karreth made a gagging sound and looked as if she was about to throw up, "Please, no more, I have standards, and you fall far short of them. I don't want to take such a weakling to bed. My mate must be stronger than me!"
Vitaro grinned, "Then I shall have to force you..." He was halted violently as Karreth slammed her fist into his face. Pissing off a female is not a good idea, especially not one with the power to destroy entire planets. Vitaro rocked backwards to receive a double fisted blow to his neck, slamming him roughly into the ground.
Just as he hit the ground a foot planted itself squarely into his face and began to grind him into the ground. Vitaro began to show signs of rising from the ground but Karreth would have none of that. With a violent kick the groin region yet another male was involuntarily neutered. Only this one did not simply crush them, it also launched their owner across the arena.
"OH MY GOD! What a brutal way to start the match!" The announcer shouted announced, "Obviously men can take a lesson from this. Pissing off powerful females is hazardous to ones health, and ones reproductive capabilities."
Karreth shot off after Vitaro only to be hit as Vitaro quickly halted himself and counter-attacked before Karreth realized what was happening. Karreth's scream was cut off shortly as Vitaro gripped her head and slammed her into the ground. He lifted her face and spat at her.
"You bitch! I should have known you'd try a stunt like that! After what I heard your brother did to Gorin... you and your brother should be dead!" He snarled at her.
She grinned, opened her mouth, and blasted Vitaro with an energy beam at point blank range. With a shout of pain Vitaro released his grip on Karreth, which was a bad idea has he got another kick to the balls. With a girlish scream Vitaro was lifted into the air by the powerful blow before he was hammered back down into the ground.
Vitaro slowly picked himself off the ground only to be whipped backwards as both a yell and wind kicked up around him. Vitaro stood back up only to be blinded as a brilliant yellow light filled his vision, followed by a shockwave that slammed him into the wall of the arena. "What the fuck!" Vitaro exclaimed as he gazed at Karreth. Like Vegeta she had undergone massive changes to her body. She no longer looked like a beautiful woman worthy of bedding; well she did, but only if one enjoyed sleeping with death. Her eyes had grown hard, hard enough to make obsidian look soft.
"I was going to draw this out, and give the audience a good fight, but you aren't worth their time, and you aren't worth mine." Karreth growled, her voice taking out a definite chilly quality. "I'm going to permanently imprint your face into the wall of this arena, as a warning to all men who try to think of me as a sexual object!"
Vitaro's eyes widened in surprise as Karreth disappeared only to reappear with her fist planted in his stomach. Vitaro doubled over in agony as spit flew from his mouth but retaliated quickly, he hadn't placed fifth a decade previously for no reason. He used the momentum and kept going forward, over her arm until he touched the ground. With his legs he wrapped them around Karreth's neck and bent back as he launched himself into the air. He flipped a couple times before he landed on his feet, with Karreth's face planted firmly into the ground.
"What was that you said?" Vitaro said smugly from his position above Karreth.
Her only response was a muffled roar, a roar that soon became more audible as the ground beneath Karreth compressed and/or incinerated due to the high heat and pressure Karreth's body suddenly began to give off. Without warning Karreth's energy shot out from her, heading upwards, and coincidentally encompassing Vitaro in a whole new world of pain. Vitaro's body was launched upwards as it did a graceful arc before landing again several meters from Karreth.
By the time Vitaro had landed Karreth had regained her footing and had begun to slowly walk towards her opponent. She wasn't done with the lecher. As Vitaro slowly began to pick himself from the ground he felt himself treated as a soccer ball as Karreth booted his head as hard as she could. There was a loud crack as Vitaro was launched across the arena back into the wall he had just left a few minutes earlier.
Vitaro pried himself from the wall and glared at Karreth, only rather his view was blocked just like Gorin's, by a rather fast moving and powerful energy blast. The detonation lit the arena up as a large cloud of smoke and fire billowed out from its epicenter. A cry of pain echoed out from the center of the blast radius, easily heard over the din of the explosion. Followed by more explosions and more cries of pain as Karreth threw blast after blast at her defenseless opponent. Something had occurred to her during the fight. In hand-to-hand combat her opponent was equal to her, but he had no true training in ki manipulation and had no defense against sheer ki based attacks like energy blasts. He was horribly vulnerable to such attacks.
Her eyes widened in surprise, she had been lost in thought there and now she couldn't hear the cries of pain any more, which either meant he was dead or. A loud boom sounded throughout the arena as Vitaro's fist connected with the side of Karreth's head. Karreth had sensed the attack at the last moment and had avoided getting her skull smashed in, but the blow still hurt like hell. There was going to be a rather large bruise there in the morning if it wasn't taken care of. Vitaro on the other hand was not in very good condition. His torso was naked to the air and was covered in scorch marks with a couple of shallow abrasions in the skin.
The next assault she blocked with her forearm and retaliated with a straight punch to the face which was promptly grabbed and held in place. Karreth lashed out again, but not at his body like Vitaro had anticipated, but rather the elbow of the arm holding her fist. There was a not so nice crunching sound as the elbow bent in a direction it was most definitely not supposed to bend in. Needless to say Karreth's fist was let go rather quickly.
"I don't think elbows are supposed to bend in that direction!" The announcer said, commenting on the fight, "How will Vitaro fight back with only one working arm?"
"Like this!" He shouted in response to the announcers comment and his shattered arm elongated. The sight of the broken arm suddenly becoming as malleable as putty shocked her long enough for said arm to shoot forward and wrap itself around her body, confining her arms to her sides. A moment later the body followed and Vitaro wrapped his other arm around Karreth's neck and pulled her tight to his body in an attempt to squeeze the life from her.
"Give up woman! You won't be escaping this time!"
"Never..." She spat out. Her eyes began to glow a brilliant yellow color, "KAITEN!" She roared and spun.
Her life force shot out from various points on her body giving her just enough breathing space to begin to turn, and once begun there wasn't much that could stop it. With hurricane force winds Karreth's energy whipped around her, ripping the ground apart and ultimately doing the same to Vitaro's grasp on her. A shout of surprise was quickly followed by one of agony as hurricane force winds battered his body hard enough to make it seem as if he was being pierced with thousands of daggers. But as soon as it began it was over, and Karreth's opponent found himself sliding brutally along the ground halfway across the arena.
"Wow! Karreth broke out of Vitaro's famous binding technique! It was that ability that had allowed him to progress as far as he could and was only broken by the previous champion in the quarter finals!" The announcer screamed out, excited at this new turn of events.
"Where the hell did she learn that?" Gohan asked in shock, this was a skill he had never seen before. He could do it now, now that the skill had been shown to him. It was relatively simple to pull off, as long as one had excellent ki manipulation skills that is.
"She's been training outside that of what you taught her." Trunks replied, staring down at the arena with surprise as well, albeit not quite as much as Gohan, "I saw her practicing that skill one day, but it was no where near as powerful as what she just did here, I'd assume it was to impress you."
"Well, I'm impressed." Gohan said.
"Fucking bitch." Vitaro spat out as he slowly stood. Vitaro's right hand began to glow a soft white color for a moment before he quickly slammed it into the ground burying his arm up to the elbow. A rumble shook the arena floor as the ground beneath Karreth morphed itself into a giant hand. Karreth gapped at it for a moment as shock overtook her for an instant, and that was an instant too long as the stone hand grabbed Karreth. It slowly rose higher into the air carrying a struggling Karreth with it until a giant stone hand and forearm was sticking up from the ground.
Vitaro grinned at Karreth, "I hope the pressure isn't getting to you." He said smugly as he tightened the muscles in his buried arm. Karreth screamed as the stone hand clamped down on her body even tighter, making it feel as if her bones were being pulverized.
As her body adjusted to the new pressure she glared at Vitaro, "I... hate... stupid... PUNS!" Karreth roared as her aura erupted around her once more. Her roar grew to deafening proportions, only to be outdone by the loud boom that resounded throughout the arena as the stone hand shattered into a million pieces.
The transformed stone completely broke apart as a pain wracked Vitaro ripped his arm from the ground revealing nothing more than a mangled mass of flesh where his hand had once been.
"That's gotta hurt!" The announcer said as he regarded the ruined mass that was once Vitaro's right hand.
"Not as much as this will!" Karreth roared as she blazed over to Vitaro faster than anyone could see. With a vicious round house Karreth slammed her foot into the unprepared face of Vitaro. One could almost see the face deform as portions of it were pushed to the side while the rest didn't move, well that was until the force of the blow reached the rest of the body and Vitaro found himself bouncing uncontrollably across the arena floor.
Before her opponent had even finished bouncing Karreth slammed a knee into the back of his neck, ending both his tumble across the arena and the match. With a very unhealthy sound, akin to that of bones snapping, cartilage ripping and muscles tearing, Vitaro found himself out in the first round of competition.
"And I think that about wraps up this match." The announcer said satisfaction. "Not sure about the rest of you, but that definitely sounded like a finishing blow to me. If Vitaro can move after that, it had better be in the direction of a healer because I really do not think that it's too healthy to have your vertebrae exposed to the air."
Gohan sighed as he ran a hand through his head. 'Typical saiyan brutality' he thought sadly. You'd have figured he'd be used to it by now, especially considering how he, himself, becomes when battle adrenaline overcomes him.
Unfortunately for the saiyans in the crowd Bardock didn't show up after Karreth's match. However, that wasn't to say they weren't entertained by what they saw. Many great fights occurred before their eyes and they marked more than a few that would cause problems for their saiyan friends who were competing. One female in particular finished her match almost before it began. Whether it was because her opponent was weak or she was just exceptionally strong one couldn't tell, not unless they had the ability to detect power levels. She was strong, easily on par with Bardock at his maximum; far too powerful for Karreth or Vegeta to handle but Bardock would stand a fair chance. Not only was he the strongest of the three, he was also the most battle scarred and intelligent of the bunch.
It was getting late in the day when the match they'd been waiting for was finally announced.
"Here we have it folks! The third last match of the day! It's between two rookies this time, and little is known about either one of them. Bardock is the first of the two; he's a companion of the other two golden haired transformers seen earlier in the day, Karreth and Vegeta. He looks much older and much more experienced than those two, could he possibly be even stronger? We'll find out sooner or later!" The announcer yelled out excitedly. "Matched up against him is Oganadon, a huge brute. Standing nearly seven feet tall he easily dwarves his opponent in size. But we've seen earlier on that strength isn't necessarily the key to victory. Now, let the match BEGIN!"
Oganadon let out a huge roar before he charged forward. Bardock's eyes widened from surprise and his jaw dropped. Not because his opponent was that fast, but because he was that slow. A baby saiyan could probably out run him.
"I KILL YOU!" Oganadon yelled as his fist rocketed towards Bardock.
Bardock shook his head and simply jumped back, but not far enough. Oganadon was incredibly strong, far stronger than him, and it showed when the ground below where Bardock had been pulverized, sending cracks and fissures outwards from the epicenter. The epicenter expanded into a crater that kept enlarging as the energy from the swing exerted its complete force upon the ground and that fly keeps hitting my light, brb, gonna fucking kill it, it's pissin me off.
Anyways Bardock was thrown back several meters, by the shockwave that rippled outwards from crater, where he landed on his feet and skidded another couple meters.
Bardock straightened and looked at the judges' booth. "He said he was going to kill me, he tried to kill me, so I'm assuming he wants to modify the rules to allow for killing. I agree with this, as someone this moronic shouldn't be allowed to live in my opinion so is that alright?" Bardock asked calmly. His voiced carried easily to all ears in the stadium due to the way it was constructed.
A couple of moments later a little blue light flashed in the judges' booth signaling that the rules had been adjusted.
"Good, good, time to end this here and now." Bardock said to Oganadon, pissing off the larger creature.
"YA YOU DIE!"
Bardock shook his head, "You're too stupid to even see straight, this is an insult pairing me up with someone like you. I would give the crowd a show, but what sport is there in beating the tar out of someone who probably had help getting into his clothes. I'll give the crowd a show, when there's a show worth giving. Prolonging this would just hurt theirs, and my, intelligence." Bardock said calmly.
"WHAT YOU SAY!"
Bardock sighed, "Oh dear, I forgot, you probably lack the vocabulary to understand what I'm saying. Anything more than one syllable is probably too complex for you." Bardock said as he held his right hand up.
"KIENZAN!" He yelled and a bright yellow disc appeared above his head, a disc that was spinning at super sonic speeds with edges so sharp they could cut through virtually anything.
"Here you stupid idiot!" Bardock yelled, "CATCH!" He roared as he threw the disc.
Oganadon, proving to be as stupid as Bardock said raised his hands to catch the yellow disc that was buzzing towards him.
"What's this!? Are they playing catch?" The announcer said in confusion. "I thought this was supposed to be a martial arts competition! Where are all the punches and kicks?"
Oganadon clamped his hands together as fast as he could and caught the disc between his hands, keeping far away from the edges. "HA HA! ME GOT!" He yelled at Bardock triumphantly.
"Idiot, think I'd let it end this easily?" Bardock asked quizzically. "BUNRETSU!" Bardock yelled, and the disc split apart into a dozen smaller versions. Needless to say Oganadon's hands disappeared into bit sized chunks of bleeding flesh and shattered bone.
With a shriek of agony Oganadon stepped back, unable to comprehend what had just happened. One moment he was holding the disc, the next, it had divided itself into a dozen smaller versions, tore his hands to pieces, and were now currently hovering around him. Around him... He stared at them in fear, knowing now the destructive cutting power they held, yet they couldn't move, because of his bulk any attempt to move would end up with him losing some part of his body.
He quickly turned his head to stare at Bardock. "No kill me!" He begged.
Bardock's eyes hardened. "SHUUREN!" Bardock yelled, and it was over. The dozen smaller kienzans shot forward, and ripped through Oganadon's body like a hot knife through butter. His shriek of agony was short lived as two discs ripped through his skull, tearing apart his brain and forcing blood to spray from all the orifices on his face. His body didn't last long. That giant body was soon shredded into a mangled mass of flesh and bone that no longer resembled anything.
Bardock looked on for a moment, his face betraying no emotion. "Bakuhatsu." He said, no longer feeling the need to yell. The discs all converged into one spot, directly above the mass of flesh where they exploded into a fiery ball of death that incinerated the remains of Bardock's former opponent.
"I-I... don't know what to say." The announcer said. "That has got to be one of the messiest wins in the history of our tournament. You can't get much worse than turning your opponent into a pile of dripping, gooey something or other. And that was all with one special ability. Bardock sure has shown that he has a few tricks of his sleeves, and that his tricks are not all one dimensional. And since earlier in the match killing your opponent was approved of... Bardock goes on to the next round of competition." The announcer finished.
"I think he improved on our technique Gohan." Trunks said.
"You think?" Gohan replied. "I expected it though; he's a genius after all, like me. You didn't REALLY think I got lucky did you?"
"You've been becoming awfully full of yourself lately Gohan." Trunks eyed his friend in worry.
Gohan frowned, "I know... and I don't know why. I've been just attributing it to me becoming a full saiyan again but... I get the feeling it's more than just that."
Trunks nodded and patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll be here for ya, especially if I need to knock some sense into you."
"Thanks Trunks."
"Anytime."
To be continued...
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A/N: There, the chapter is complete at last, hope ya like it.
A/N: You may be curious as to why I called the A.245.F40 a number, it is, and it's just in hexadecimal. The .'s aren't actually decimal points, it's just a separator. The first number is the floor, the second is the hallway, and the third is the room number. The numbers are based on when they were created, not their relative position to the entrance. A is the 10th floor made, 245 is the 581st hallway created on the 10th floor, and F40 is 3,904th room created in the 581st hallway. Ya, I know, a lot of rooms, but in a place that houses over a billion people... Those rooms fill fast, even faster during tournament time as everyone from the outlying cities come as well.
A/N: You may recognize some of the techniques I'm using, I promise not to use TOO many from any one source but some are just TOO cool to keep confined to one anime/game/whatever. I find using a few from other places adds spice, but if you add to much it becomes too spicy and doesn't swallow all that well, so I'll try to keep the spices and herbs I used mixed, and not use to much of any one :). Hope that makes sense to everyone. Making my story sound a lot like cooking...
A/N: Also, I want an opinion from everyone, should I speed up the tournament? Because to be honest there is no real plot value to it. It's just there so that the saiyans can get stronger and one or two other things that are loosely linked to the plot but don't REALLY need to be said and, if I did speed it up would still be included regardless. Speed up as in I show just first and last fight of each of the saiyans and Sapphire.
A/N: Sorry for the long update, can't help it, school is pissing me off because the work load is just so fucking insane it's... insane. I'm going to crash really hard this weekend, crash as in complete mental and physical shut down (except for what's necessary to live). Don't know when next chapter will be out, but don't expect it before Christmas because I can't guarantee any time to work on it until after this semester is finished. I only finished this one because I managed to get most of it finished (like 95 percent of it) before the major workload hit me so it just took 30 minutes to wrap up. Ya I know, it took me a month to find 30 minutes of spare time to finish it.
A/N: Please don't ask me to update, it's not like I HAVE to write and you telling me to update is like telling me what to do and that's not something I like. I'll get the story done, don't worry. The chapters will be out when they're out and screaming 'UPDATE NOW!' will not help to get them out faster. Giving me critical reviews, praising certain parts, or critiquing others, that will help. Screaming 'THIS SUCKS!' also won't help. It'll just make me want to drop kick you. Although no one's said that yet so... Kinda odd in my opinion. Ah well.