Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, but I do own Trihawks.
Note:
I know I said this was going to be a two part chapter, but it's now going to be a three, if not four. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get even this up, but there have been a large run of problems here on my end, as well as distractions, and more problems. Between my laptop dying, with most of this chapter on it, finally doing a recount of what was written on the laptop on another computer, to getting the laptop back, but not able to get to the story, and frustrations, I've finally gotten the two parts merged, and hopefully I'll be back up and ready to be writing this story again. I again apologize to any and everyone who's been reading this story, and hope that I'll be able to keep it going again.
Jedd Shual-Iyiste
Dragonball OA
Chapter 10, part 2
Tournament, part 2.
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Jedd sat with his back against a tree, eyes closed as he sat on the branch. He wasn't with the others. He was too busy for that. He had to prepare.
God. He'd need every trick he had to have a chance on winning this. Brolly! For the love of God, BROLLY WAS HERE!
And he hadn't told anyone... why couldn't he bring himself to tell anyone! ANYTHING!
Realizing he was getting worked up, he took a deep breath, then another, forcing himself to calm down. Listening to the sounds of the eager crowd, the sounds of the birds above him, and the sounds of the other participants, he slowly opened his eyes.
He was in a tournament...
A fighting tournament.
He had been in only a handful of fights in his life. This was because he had a knack for avoiding them by talking his way free. But there was no talking this time. He would be fighting. He had already been fighting.
But those had been easy, the rest...chances were there would be people getting hurt. His trump cards... one he could use easily...but his main one? That one was very dangerous... people could get hurt by it. There was no telling just what could happen if...WHEN he used it.
Hopefully he wouldn't have to use it until the very end.
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It was Trunks. The future Trunks. The present Trunks was staring at his counterpart as if he had just seen a ghost while the future Trunks just smiled, "And just how is everyone?"
It was Goku who was able to answer first, "What are you doing here? I thought you were staying in the future!"
F. Trunks smiled, "I came back for the tournament. I kind of missed everyone, so I just thought I'd...drop in. If that's all right, that is."
Gohan laughed, "Of course it is... But I do have to warn you about something."
F. Trunks raised an eyebrow, "Oh? About what?"
18 just shook her head as she stood behind him. Gohan gave a nervous grin, "Umm...I'd like you to meet Krillin's wife?"
F. Trunks turned around and froze. Now both Trunks looked like they had seen a ghost. "You're still alive!"
"It's good to see you again too."
F. Trunks whirled around. "What is she still doing here?" he demanded, accusingly.
Garon sighed, stepping forward, "She's good, she's got very bad taste in men, and leave it at that."
F. Trunks looked down at Garon, "And who are you?"
Trunks finally found his voice, "He's...Garon..."
F. Trunks turned his gaze to his younger self. They looked at each other in silence, not really knowing what to say to one another. After all, what did one say to one's time counterpart?
"Ooooooh! I'm either seeing in double, Trunks had a twin, or someone cloned him!" Jedd piped up as he walked up, hands in his jacket pockets.
F. Trunks looked over at him, "Is...there anything anyone wants to tell me? Like what's going on?"
Arak grinned, "Yeah! There's more of us here now than when you left!"
F. Trunks looked at her, noticing her for the first time, "...What's going on?"
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"LAAAADIIIEEEESSSSS and Gentlemen! May I have your attention please! The World Martial Arts Tournament is about to start! The fighting line up has been decided! But there is one new rule for this year's tournament! In popularity with the last match with the previous tournament... the last four fighters in the tournament will be put together to fight in a four way battle royal!
"And now, I'd like to present to you, our first contender! He is the greatest, the champion, HERCULE!"
The announcer's voice was immediately drowned out as the aging champion appeared and began walking down, waving to his fans. Finally...ten minutes later, the crowd died down enough so that the announcer could be heard again.
"And his opponent, making his debut to the tournament, JEDD-aaaahhhhh...Jeeeeedd...Sh...Shmall...Shoooohall...Swally...Uhhhh..."
"SHUAL-IYISTE! It's JEDD SHUAL-IYISTE!" screamed Jedd as he walked down the path, the crowd laughing at the announcer.
"Ummm...What he said, folks! Jedd Swallyteestay!"
Jedd groaned as he made his way up the steps. Standing in the ring, he slid his jacket off and tossed it to the ground behind him, his wing blades sparkling in the sunlight.
"HEY! No weapons allowed!"
Jedd sighed and looked back at the announcer, "They're a part of my body! That makes them legal!"
The announcer looked at the judge table where one nodded, allowing the match to proceed. "Ok, then. The first round is Jedd vs...HERCULE! READY? BEGIN!"
Jedd immediately raised both hands and turned his body sideways, all while putting most of his weight on his back foot. But strangely enough, Hercule didn't move, staring at Jedd with a thoughtful expression on his face. Sighing, he shook his head.
Walking to the announcer, he took the microphone, "I know you all came here to see me kick everyone's butt and send them back home packing. But I'm afraid that won't happen." He stopped as the crowd suddenly booed at that, "I'm retiring. This boy, Jedd, his friends Garon and Arak, are my trainees. I have taught them everything they know, and they shall take my place protecting the world.
"I have gotten old, my people. Too old. I'm afraid that I can't protect Earth anymore. My apprentices will take my place...I'm sorry...but before I go..." During all this, he had been making his way closer and closer to Jedd, and now he slammed his fist into the trihawks stomach, then back handed him, sending him to the ground.
Then, as the stunned crowd watched, he began walking back. As he went down the steps, leaving the ring, he heard someone yell, "We love you Hercule!" Then the crowd erupted.
Turning around, he grinned as thrust his hand out, fingers spread in a V.
...Meanwhile Jedd lay there, gasping for breath. "Why me? What's going on?"
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"Well well well! If it isn't our great champion!" jeered Garon as Jedd walked past, earning him a dirty look from the sore trihawk. Garon just grinned, "What? Can't take a small beating? And from HERCULE of all people! That pathetic human?"
"Pathetic if you can handle super strong blows and fuck, but I can't! I'm not some muscle freak!"
"Who you calling a freak, dolt!"
"You!" Garon glared, then laughed, Jedd smirking besides him, "Just try not to get hurt too much out there."
Garon nodded. "18's out there right now. Some nobody, shouldn't take long."
"18! 18's in the fight after mine!"
Garon gave an evil smirk, "Yup. And since there's no chance of her losing, that means your next opponent will be..."
Jedd groaned, whimpering softly.
Garon patted him on the back as the two sat down, "There there, it'll be all right...for me and Arak. You'll just have to watch one of us win from the sidelines. You'll cheer for me right?"
Jedd looked down, then back at Garon, grinning wickedly as he held up two fingers, "Most people have an ace up their sleeve...I have two."
Garon frowned, cracking his knuckles, "And they are-" he blinked as Jedd faded away.
Jedd laughed, standing by his friend's side still holding up the two fingers, "Speed," he put down his index finger, leaving his middle finger up, "and empathy." ... He left the middle finger up.
Garon punched lightly at the trihawk, who jumped nimbly away, laughing. But inside, he was still frowning, thinking hard. 'Speed and empathy...bull...fucking...shit! He only considers something and ace if no one else KNOWS about it first. He's got a couple new tricks, but what are they. I'd be willing to bet my best Yu-Gi-Oh card that he told me that to throw me off my game!'
Arak walked up, "Hey guys! What's up...greaaat fight by the way, Jedd. At this rate...you'll die."
Jedd looked at her...and flipped her off.
Arak laughed, "No thank you." She looked around then spoke in a softer voice, "I've been thinking..."
Jedd interrupted, "That must be painful."
She gave him a dirty look, "I mean about how we got here."
Garon cocked his head, "Who cares?"
Jedd raised his hand.
Garon, without looking at the trihawk, "You don't count, Jedd."
Jedd put his hand back down.
Arak sighed, "Stop kidding around. I mean it, how did we get here?"
Garon shrugged, "How would I know? Why does it matter?"
"Because Spopovicth and Nappa also came back. I want to know how."
Jedd thought for a moment, "Maybe they found a way back, but it also brings another person along for the ride, which is why we're here?"
Arak shook her head, "There's three of us, but there were only two of them."
Jedd muttered, "Then I've no idea."
Garon spoke up, "That's nothing new."
Jedd glared, "Fuck you!"
Arak groaned, "Can't you two stop fighting for two seconds?"
Both Garon and Jedd stopped suddenly...then two seconds later, started yelling again.
Arak shook her head, walking away muttering, "I hate you all."
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Garon smirked, and uppercutted the lavendered haired boy in to the air, then took off after him. Flying past him, Garon twisted and flipped, swinging on leg out in a vicious arc, and connecting solidly against Trunk's back in his downward kick.
Trunks spiralled down to the ground. Gaining control, he flipped and and landed on his feet. Staggering, he looked up, hunting for Garon. Seeing him, Trunks threw his hand up and sent a blast of energy at the charging saiyan.
Garon, swinging one arm in front of him, knocked the ball of energy away into the sky, and continued his descent, pulling one fist back as he closed in on Trunks. His smirk never left as Trunks launched himself at Garon. Lashing out, Garon punched as hard as he could, and was met with an equal force as Trunks's fist hit Garon's. Pulling back his stinging hand, Garon punched with his other fist.
Trunks blocked with his arm, and planted his knee into Garon's stomach. Feeling the blow connect, Trunks pulled back Garon by his hair, and punched at Garon's face.
The blow never made it. Grabbing the incoming fist with one hand, grabbing the hand that just release his hair with the other, Garon threw his head back, then forward, smashing his forehead into Trunks's nose. holding his fists together, he brought them back, the slammed them across Trunks's face. Then, he kick, landing a side kick into Trunks's kidneys.
Trunks fell to the ground, luckily landing in the ring, though one arm was hanging off over the edge. Garon landed besides the fallen fighter, and kicked him off the arena. Turning, he didn't see Trunks floating a foot above the ground.
Trunks rose slowly, blood trickling down his mouth, one eye shut. As he pulled back his fist to punch, Garon whirled around, and kicked, sending Trunks careening into the wall, then onto the ground. Smirking Garon clapped his hands clean, then left the arena as his victory was declared.
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Garon sat there next to Jedd, sulking. Arak stared at them, shaking her head, amused. She had just finished her little 'fight' with someone whose name she couldn't even remember...after Marai Trunks had gotten done fighting another loser. As it stood, Jedd got to look forward to fighting 18, Garon got to fight another Trunks, and from the looks of things...she was going to get ANOTHER loser. Then there was a loser fighting Vegeta, and another fighting Goku, so those two were bound to fight one another in their next round.
Jedd sighed, "Why me?"
Garon snorted, "What are you complaining about? I go from wussy Trunks to super Trunks! I'll take 18 over this Trunks any day!"
Arak merely shook her head, "Fuck, I'd rather have either of them. At least you two get to do some fighting! I get to twirl my oppenent around and around again."
Jedd looked up at her, "Lucky bitch."
"You know it!"
Goku walked up, "Come on guys, Vegeta's about to have his match! Let's go watch!"
Garon looked up, "Let's not-"
Jedd picked it up, "-and say we did."
Goku shrugged and walked off.
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Vegeta looked at the masked person angrily, but his mind was anywhere but on the match ahead of him. There was still...no way a trihawk could be here. He knew it. It was impossible! Well, soon he'd be able to work some of his frustrations out on Kakarott. Soon. He just had to get this pest out of his way.
"And the next match is between the returning Vegeta, and the new comer...BROLY" the announcer yelled into his microphone.
Vegeta felt his very blood freeze.
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Garon and Arak stared at each other, Jedd was still watching the ground, muttering under his breath. At once, Garon and Arak ran for the door, the saiyan grabbing Jedd on the way to see if it was true.
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Vegeta watched as the figure pulled off his mask revealing Broly's face. Vegeta took an involuntary step backwards, "You!"
The saiyan laughed as the bell hit, "Come on, Prince of Saiyans. You're my appetizer before the main course!" He turned and looked over to Goku, who was staring at him in complete shock, "And you're it!"
Vegeta's eyes narrowed, "You insolent freak of nature! You dare talk to me like that! I don't care if you are the legendary super saiyan, you're going down!" With that, a golden explosion surround the saiyan prince as he hurled himself at Broly, his turquise eyes flashing menacingly at the other saiyan.
Broly grinned, and in a similar flash of light, was super saiyan and charging. Vegeta drew his fist back and slammed it into Broly's chin. The larger fighter didn't even flinch as his hand darted out and wrapped itself around Vegeta's neck. He continued forward until the ring disappeared from beneath them, and calmly slammed Vegeta into the ground, "You're right, you're not even an appetizer. And certainly not worth my time."
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Jedd: I'd like to take this time to apologize yet again for the long absence, and hopefully I'll be able to get this fic back on the road again. Pray with me.