Gohan walked through a slim dark corridor, Baba floating closely behind. As he stepped, the walls came closer and closer in until they just graced against the edge of his shoulders. Abruptly the corridor ended.

"Push on the wall Gohan, it will open into the room containing the rest of the group." Baba said.

He gently touched the stone wall, ice-cold as it was, and it slid open. The two entered the room and Yamcha approached Baba. "Now that you two got your talk out of the way, I think it's about time I got to meet this third opponent."

"Not so fast Yamcha. Wouldn't you like to hear a little on the arena you are about to fight in?" Baba floated to the edge of the room and looked out its large open window into the Devils Pit. "Magnificent isn't it? These two demons took years to carve and were very expensive. I even paid a pretty penny for the acid at the bottom of the pit."

Yamcha worriedly peered over the edge of the window. All the way down the massive abyss there was a foamy green liquid that glowed brightly. "You mean that stuff down there's t-toxic?"

"Oh yes, absolutely, I paid top dollar for it. Now if you'll look at the demons you'll see they both have their tongues sticking out, that is where the fighting will take place. The same rules apply as before except now you face certain death instead of a ring out." Being the sister of the Great Master Roshi, she knew how to let the tension build in her audience and she waited for the implications of the arena to sink in. "Of course, If you're not up to the challenge I can offer you an alternative..."

"What's the alternative, Baba?" Yamcha asked, attempting to maintain confidence in his voice.

"You quit and leave the challenge up to your more capable companions"

Yamcha, despite being concerned about the sludge, was insulted by her underestimating him, especially after he had just bested her first two fighters without overexerting his tired body. "Pft, no deal lady. If it's my turn, it's my turn. I'll fight whatever monster you've got cooped up in there."

"You don't seem to know what your up against so as a reminder, you can quit at any time during your match. I won't think any less of you than I all ready do"

Yamcha replied, "Baba if there's one thing you should know about me it's that I don't quit."

Baba smiled and tapped the wall of the room, a large square portion of the wall lifted and opened access to a corridor that curved out of sight. "Then go right this way, it leads to the demons."

Yamcha nodded and walked into the corridor and out of sight. Baba closed the secret door and the group watched Yamcha come out of the left demon's mouth. He stood on the tongue in anxious anticipation for his opponent, he wondered just what kind of fighter she planned to throw at him.

Bulma, Goku, Gohan, and Krillin all leaned over the edge of the stone windowsill followed shortly after by Master Roshi, Upa and Puar. The old man stood closely to Gohan before taking in a deep breath and releasing it. He could tell Roshi was nervous; maybe this next opponent was as tough as Baba made him out to be.

The old woman rose out over the pit on her crystal ball and chanted: "Rise again and be restored once more. Rise again and be restored once more. Rise again and be restored once more!" A thick layer of mist extruded from the right demon's mouth covering the right side of the room. Baba merely snapped her fingers and the demon sucked the mist back in. On the base of the right tongue was a pharaoh's coffin, it was dusty but the gold plating still shined through.

"What's that?" Goku asked.

Bulma squinted as the remainder of the mist cleared from the coffin and receded into the demon. "It's a s-sarcophagus"

"A sarca-what?"

"It's a coffin Goku, it holds people who have passed away. This one specifically seems to be a Pharoah, an ancient and powerful ruler who lived long ago." Gohan said, surprised that his extensive reading about the pharaohs and their long and powerful reign all those thousands of years ago actually paid off.

Roshi wiped the sweat from his bald forehead before realizing he had waited too long to stop the match. "I'm sorry everyone but... Yamcha can't win. Over the years, many have beaten the first two fighters, but no one, not a single person has ever bested the third. I just hope that when the time comes, Yamcha realizes just how outmatched he is and gives up."

"He must be super strong."Goku said, his tail wagging lightly

Although Goku tried to contain his excitement, Gohan could tell he was itching for a chance to fight. The way lowered his head and rested his chin on the windowsill, the look he gave as he was staring at the coffin, and the unconscious foot-tapping told him just how eager Goku was for a chance to test himself. It reminded Gohan of the time chamber, when he had just learned how to go super saiyan, it was the first time Goku really had to exert some effort in their sparring. Gohan remembered how proud his father was of him after that first super saiyan sparring match. From that day onward Gohan craved to see that eager look, again and again, pushing himself harder in order to keep up with his incredibly strong father. Seeing that look now, as Goku stared at the gold-lined sarcophagus, filled his stomach will butterflies. He was excited because he knew his father loved a good fight, but if no one has ever defeated this third opponent, could he do it?

Baba rose both her hands and she roared, "Now arise my mummified warrior! Arise and be restored one time more! I beseech you!"

Yamcha stood in his stance, his heart pounding from the theatricality of it all. The stone shook beneath his feet and the top of the sarcophagus opened a smidge. Four fingers wrapped in a dusty yellow cloth grabbed onto the top and pushed it to the side, seemingly with ease. A very tall figure stood from the coffin, covered completely in the cloth that reeked of mustiness and age. He straightened his neck and his youthful but stoic face became visible.

Goku yelled over to Baba, "Hey this isn't a fair fight! He's injured, look at all those bandages!"

"Those aren't bandages Goku, he's a mummy." Gohan said, minding his tone to sound compassionate rather than accidentally condescending.

Goku cocked his head. "A mummy? What's that?"

"A mummy is someone wrapped in linen cloth to preserve their bodies after they've died, but I've never read about one of them being as big as this one is. Baba must really know her stuff to find somebody like him."

"Oh...gotcha " Goku understood what Gohan had told him, at least for the most part, but wrapping someone in cloth to preserve them sure seemed like an odd thing to do. "Thanks, Jack." he said with a smile.

Baba, with her crooked grin that lacked many teeth, intruded, "Heh heh heh...finding him was the easy part, all I had to do was look into my crystal ball with a general idea of who I was looking for, and poof there he was. The real trouble was actually collecting him. You see, he was buried deep within the sands of the desert, so deep in fact that I had to hire whole companies of archeologists to help dig him out. When I had finally recovered him, I brought him here to my palace and restored him for the first time. That first day, he passed every test of strength I gave him. A marvelous specimen indeed." Baba clasped her hands excitedly. "Now, enough of my rambling." She said before turning the ball to face the fighters. "Yamcha are you ready for the match to begin?"

Yamcha hadn't broken his stance since the figure stepped from the coffin, and kept his eyes on the creature while he answered, "Ready as I'll ever be."

Baba clapped and rubbed her hands together. "Very well, let the match begin!"

The mummified figure stretched, cracking each joint individually. He looked so calm and relaxed, it was like he had already determined his victory. Yamcha refused to charge at him during his stretches, attacking an unprepared opponent was dishonorable even if they were toying with you. When the mummy had finished, he let out a low-pitched grumble, signifying his readiness. Yamcha, however, stood silent as he planned his attack.

I've gotta be careful with this one, he's big but probably not fast. If I'm quick enough I can probably dodge his first attacks and hit him with a wolf fang fist before he can react. I just have to be careful, mind my footing and keep moving. No staying still with big ol' bandages over here, otherwise, he'll clobber me.

Yamcha smiled, with glimmering white teeth. "All right, you big stack of toilet paper! Let's see what you've got!"

He charged forward, as did the mummy, and the two met at the end of the tongues. Yamcha was surprised as he was barely able to keep up with his opponent's incredible speed, he glanced up panicking at the towering mummy's sly and evil grin. He didn't even have time to react before he was elbowed to the face and falling from the ring.

He turned in mid-air and attempted to grab the edge of the stone tongue, his fingertips just barely grazed it but not enough to get a solid gip and he continued to fall. Suddenly, he felt an incredible pressure around his wrist, the mummy had caught him. Horrified and confused, he looked up into his stoic face before the mummy threw him back onto the left demon's tongue.

"Get up, we're not finished. I have slept for far too long to let you die so soon. Come, young warrior, let's play."

Yamcha struggled to stand, his jaw was pounding after that elbow but he took solace in the fact that he hadn't used his best attack.

"Yeah, let's play! WOLF FANG FIST!" Yamcha yelled as he ran towards the mummy with impressive speed. Behind him, his hands strung lines of silver and nearly glowed with focused energy, it was by far the most powerful wolf fang fist he had ever used up to that point. He rained down upon the mummy, like a storm. Hundreds of punches in mere seconds but none of them were connecting. The mummy danced around his attack like it was nothing and tripped Yamcha with an outstretched foot. As he fell, the mummy leaped into the air and smashed his knee into Yamcha's abdomen. When he landed, he backed away a few steps, allowing Yamcha to wallow in pain for a moment.

"Get up! I don't want to hear your grovelling! You have much more left in the tank to fight with." The mummy said before giving Yamcha a half-hearted kick. "Don't tell me you've already given up."

Yamcha coughed up a mouthful of blood and smiled, "Don't worry...I haven't" And he swung his legs around, knocking the massive undead man off of the tongues.

The mummy made no attempt to grab onto the edge of the arena nor did he scream for help as he fell. He was utterly silent. Yamcha pulled himself over to the edge to watch the final moments of his opponent, he did this out of respect for him. Tripping him wasn't the way he wanted to win, but it was the only way he could have. He looked into the face of the mummy who seemed eerily calm as he sunk deeper into the pit, an odd and sickening grin suddenly manifested from him, and he threw his arms upwards spewing cloth from both hands. The yellow linene then spun around the demons' tongues halting his free fall. To Yamcha's surprise, it only took a second for the mummy to throw himself back up onto the ring. "Nice try but I'm a little more resourceful than you are. It will take more than that to defeat me."

Yamcha managed himself onto his feet only to be brutally knocked down again. Back on the floor, where his bruised cheek laid against the cold grey stone, something burned inside of Yamcha, it wasn't pride but sheer will and determination. He knew he could no longer win the fight, not in his condition, but he could fight until the very end. Using his arm as support, he again pushed himself onto his wobbly feet. His vision now blurry, he could no longer make out the exact positioning of the mummy, despite his massive size. He stumbled towards him and threw as many punches as he could, exhausting himself in the process. The mummy dodged most of the attacks with relative ease and the few that he didn't dodge didn't have enough force to hurt him.

The mummy could see the strength of his spirit, it reminded him of himself long ago, when he was young. He regretted toying with Yamcha and decided to rectify his misdeed the only way he knew how. He hit Yamcha in the face, discombobulating him, and then lifted him up by the shirt. "You are a strong young warrior. Physically you are beaten but mentally you still persevere and for that I respect you; however, I'm afraid that if you can't surrender I'll have to kill you. My solemn promise to you is that I will make it quick. That toxic pot of soup down there is your best shot, it will burn for a second but after that should be painless."

Bulma screamed from the room overlooking the Devil's Pit. "Yamcha! Give up! Please!"

He swayed Yamcha over the pit and waited for a moment, not to enjoy his victory but to see the reaction from Yamcha. He wanted to see if he was the warrior he believed him to be, or if he would crumble and surrender. He was relieved to see Yamcha kick his jaw in defiance, he had a true warriors spirit. The mummy released his grip and watched as Yamcha fell, his view was cut short as a red pole caught Yamcha by his white sash belt.

"Good thinking Goku!" Bulma said with great relief in her voice. Goku carefully pointed the pole upwards and Yamcha slid down it and into the room. He plopped onto the floor like a fish out of water, the only difference being he was completely still.

Gohan stayed back as everyone crowded around Yamcha. Seeing Yamcha so brutally beaten brought back too many painful memories for him to get close, instead, he flipped open the leather cover on the satchel that Upa had given him searched through it. He pushed the dragon balls around for a moment until he uncovered his white pouch of senzu beans. He took the bag out and counted eight senzus in total. He took one out and stuffed the pouch back into the satchel before walking over to Yamcha. He knelt down and offered the bean to him, Yamcha looked confusedly up at Gohan, as if it were some kind of cruel joke. "Here Yamcha, take it. It's a special bean that heals you. They aren't very tasty but they're miracle workers."

Yamcha reluctantly ate the bean and felt his strength rapidly return to him. He was back on his feet before he had time to realize it. "Wow...You weren't kidding! Those things really are miracle workers. Where'd you get them?"

"A place called Korin's tower, it's where Upa's from." Gohan said.

"Man I'd order a whole truckload of those. I feel like I could go another ten rounds with mister bandages over there, not that I'm stupid enough to try that. Speaking of which, Goku."

"Yeah?" Goku replied while glaring at the mummy intensely.

"I know you're eager for a fight but please be careful. Nothing I did had any effect and I'm worried not even a kamehameha will be enough to take this guy down."

"You don't have to worry Yamcha, I won't lose."

Yamcha worriedly asked, "How can you be so sure?"

"I won't lose." Goku said, eyeing down the behemoth of an opponent that waited for him in the stone arena. "Baba open the door please."

The old woman did as he asked and opened the door, revealing the dark corridor. Goku nearly stepped through but hesitated, "Jack could you come here?"

Gohan sensed the confidence that radiated off of his father like the heat of the sun, but it did nothing to reassure him that he would win. He warily walked over and Goku took out the four-star ball "Keep this safe for me, I don't want to risk dropping it while I beat this guy."

Gohan forced a smile, he opened the leather satchel and flipped open the top, he patted the bag and said, "Okay Goku, I'll put it in the satchel with the rest."

"Could you put it in your gi, Jack?" Goku asked, to the surprise of Gohan.

"Sure Goku but why?"

"We've looked for grampa's dragon ball for so long, I just want it safe. And I know if you have it, right there in your gi, it will be the safest it could possibly be." Gohan stuffed the ball away on the left side of his gi in accordance with his father's wishes, that was when Goku noticed Gohan's knees were shaking. "There's no need to be worried Jack, I'll win. I promise."

Gohan hated how scared he felt. He knew his father was strong but was he strong enough to beat the mummy? During the fight, Yamcha's ki almost went as high as Goku's when he fought Tao. How is he was so sure he'd win? Had he gotten stronger since the raid on the Red Ribbon Base? Gohan waited in silence as Goku turned his back to him and walked into the dark corridor, he walked around the bend and disappeared, reappearing a moment later out of the demon's mouth. Gohan walked to the window placing his hands upon the sill, his heart beating rapidly.

"So, you're my next opponent?" The mummy impatiently asked.

"I'm your last opponent." Goku replied.

"I suppose in a way you are. You're the last of your group to fight and the last to lose."

"You know that's not what I meant."

The mummy's raspy voice let out something akin to a chuckle. "Very well boy, let's see your strength."

Goku didn't move, he didn't even put himself into a stance, he stood with arms at his sides and eyed down the mummy once more. There was no emotion visible on his face, no fear, anger, or angst, just focus.

The hulking mummy was suddenly frozen, that firey stare had completely penetrated his focus and rendered him unable to move. He frantically began planning offensive tactics but in every scenario, he saw himself losing. Goku's stare was like salt pouring into the mummy's psyche; it was painful, and it burned. The bandages around his face filled with sweat, something he didn't even believe was possible anymore. The child that was roughly a third of his size now towered over him, he shot the cloth from his arms panickingly spinning it around Goku. He double-layered, then triple-layered, and then quadruple layered the cloth around Goku to ensure no possibility of escape. He breathed a sigh of relief when he finished that fourth layer, no man he'd ever known could break through even one layer of his cloth and four, well it was impossible.

Goku continued his piercing stare as he began struggling against the fabric bonds.

"D-don't be stupid kid, there's no way you can break through that." His warnings went unheard as Goku continued to struggle. A small tear formed on the outermost layer and it widened until all four layers were shredded, he left the torn cloth draped across the floor. The mummy backed away. "S-stop, stay where you are! Don't come any closer!"

Goku took a few steps forward, making it to the end of the left demon's tongue before the mummy charged at him. Gohan felt his father's ki skyrocket way past Yamcha's, and even past Master Roshi's. It took only one massive gut punch, and the mummy was rendered unconscious. And that one-punch knockout was more enough to restore Gohan's confidence in his father. As a matter of fact, he seemed invincible, like not even Cell could touch him. He cheered along with the rest of the gang as Goku dragged the mummy back to its coffin and returned to the base of the left demon's tongue.

Baba, although thoroughly surprised, did not seem worried. "Very well done Goku."

"Thank's Baba! I think my eyes were getting tired from all that staring though, they're watery."

"Will you please wait as I bring out the next opponent?"she asked.

"Sure, that's fine."

Baba floated into the right demon's mouth and did not return for a few minutes. By the time she got back, Goku was sitting on the floor, waiting patiently for his next foe. She exited the demon statue with her hands clasped together, she floated to the center where the demons' tongues met and spoke, "Come forth Spike, the Demon!"

A tall, but not necessarily well-built man strolled out onto the right tongue. His skin was a variety of periwinkle and his deep purple form-fitting suit had holes cut in the back for his wings, he seemed unhappy to be wearing it."

"Spike? That's a silly name." Goku said.

"Well, it's no odder than yours, you cretin." Spike huffed.

Baba glanced at the two as she sat in the center of the arena on her floating crystal ball "Are you two ready?"

Both gave an affirmative nod.

"Then begin!" she said and her ball backed rapidly away from the arena.

Spike flapped his wings and rose into the air, he wanted to begin the match with his signature air dive, an attack that utilized his two greatest assets: his sharp claws and his wings. He dove at Goku, claws first, only to be kicked to the floor. He stood up quickly and ran at Goku swinging his claws as fast and as ferociously as he could, but as hard as he tried Goku was always one step ahead, easily dodging Spike's attacks and inserting one of his own. He jumped and uppercut the demon sending him flying into the wall of the Demon's Pit. Spike slammed into the wall cracking one of the hollow bones in his left wing, causing him to groan. The pain was bearable, but it shouldn't have happened, to begin with. His opponent was just a mere child! He flew back to the right demon's tongue mainly using his right wing and haphazardly landed. He caressed and inspected his injured left wing. "You little bastard! You cracked my wing!"

Baba rolled her eyes and floated closer to Spike "Not to put any pressure on you, but you had better win this!"

He waved her away, "Relax Baba, he hasn't even seen the best of my techniques just yet!" He called over to Goku, "Hey boy, do you want to know what the most destructive force in the world is?"

Goku, confused as to why his opponent chose now to talk to him rather than at the beginning of the match like the mummy, responded innocently. "Hm...sure why not?"

He brought his hands together in a triangular shape and extended his wings "It's negativity. With this Devilmite Beam, I am going to take all of your negative emotions, your fear, anger, hatred, jealousy, and aggression, and turn them against you."

Baba was surprised, she didn't know Spike had a technique like that.

Roshi screamed from the sidelines. "STOP! Baba, you must stop the fight!"

She floated over to her brother. "Hm? Why should I stop it?"

"Because that Devilmite Beam isn't going to just hurt Goku! It'll kill him! I've heard stories about Spike that come from long before you added him to your roster. I've heard the stories of the Devilmite Beam, it takes all of your negative energy and literally blows it up while it's still in your body!"

"Well I'm sorry, but in the Devil's Pit, death is a possibility, and I can't stop the fight unless Goku forfeits it."

Roshi pleaded, "Please there must be something you can do!"

"I wouldn't worry Master Roshi," Gohan said, injecting himself into the conversation. "Goku doesn't fight with any negative emotions."

"Y-you mean he has no negative thoughts during combat? No doubts or fears or anything?" Roshi asked.

"Not a single one." Gohan said with complete confidence. He admitted to himself that yes, previously he did have doubts about his father's strength but he refused to believe that he fought with anything but positivity. In every battle he'd ever seen, his father had always offered the other side a chance to leave, to walk away peacefully, even Frieza. Even when he'd beaten him, he still offered him a chance to live and gave him some of his own energy. How could anyone like that fight with negative emotions?

Roshi turned in silence to watch as the demon prepared his attack, he had confidence in what Gohan had told him, but that didn't mean he wasn't still worried about his student.

Spike rose the pointer and middle fingers of both his hands and thrust his arms in Goku's direction. A pink spiraling beam shot out and encapsulated Goku, with a gleeful, confident laugh Spike yelled, "Darkness explode!" and all the pink surrounding Goku phased into his body.

Goku looked at his hands and feet, observing that nothing happened. "That was really pretty. Next time could you try blue? I really like blue."

"W-what kind of freak are you? You carry absolutely no negative emotion while you fight? What the hell even drives you then?"

"I don't know...I just like fighting."

"What do you mean you just like fighting? That's like saying 'I just like pain'! Nobody likes fighting, there has to be a reason for it. Like for example, say I kill your friends, then you'd fight me using anger as motivation, you are telling me you have nothing like that?"

Goku brought his hand to his lip, externally pondering, "I mean I fight sometimes to protect my friends but I don't think I get mad while doing it."

"That's not what I-" Spike paused as his hand slid down his face. He growled to himself, "I need a vacation."