Chapter 6: Universal Danger!
"Annnnd here we are folks! Battle Island Two! Please be patient while the contestants get to their pods. First up, Contestant Ma Junior! Please proceed to pod 1!"
"This is so pointless.." Piccolo thought to himself as he ignored the cheers from the crowd, "I'm here to fight, not for an amusement park ride." He opened up the rocket ship like pod and squeezed his large frame inside.
"Next up is the purple, though sometimes gold, haired Trunks! Please proceed to pod 2!"
Trunks waved to the spectators as he walked over, "Well, here it goes." He also got into his pod and eagerly waited for the signal.
"Third Semi-Finalist is our resident celebrity, who is only outshined by our own Mr. Satan, the professional athlete supreme, Yaaaamcha!"
The former desert bandit took a few bows towards the crowd, playing up his fame as he jumped into his assigned pod. "Alright" He thought to himself, "I got a chance, 100 Million Zeni here I come!"
"And last, but not least, our resident youngster, Son Gohan! Please proceed to pod 4 and the finals will begin!"
Gohan could hear the cries of encouragement from his mother, louder than the rest of the crowd combined. He smiled shyly and quickly got in the last pod, though he couldn't shake the feeling something didn't seem right. "The energy in the air...it's a lot darker over here." The young Half-Saiyan tried to shake it off and focus, but the feeling stuck in the air like a morning fog.
"Alright everybody! From here on out, the action can be viewed on our gigantic screen television set, now conveniently located in the center of the Battle Island arena! The second Battle Island is for fighters only, making the action unrestricted and hardcore!"
The Tournament Announcer pointed to the just appeared big screen, "As you can see, these pods are connected to a track which leads straight into a designated part of the arena, where each of our fighters will face one of Mr. Satan's hand picked intergalactic fighters!" The crowd cheered as the Tournament Announcer continued, "All the fighters are in their pods, the finals can begiiiin!" Just as the announcement finished all four pods shot down the tracks like rockets, transporting their contestants to their designated fighting areas.
Trunks slowly opened the pod as it stopped, "Man, I'm glad I didn't eat a large lunch..I feel like I left my stomach back at the entrance." He was surrounded by artificial green grass, a man made flowing river and a small forest on the horizon. A sharp burst of energy fluctuated through the air and Trunks leapt to his left, quickly dodging a blue blast of Ki. "What the hell?! I thought this was a tournament. That could have killed somebody." Trunks yelled in the direction from where the wave came.
A tall, slender figure walked out from the trees, he had bright orange hair and a sword on his back, "That was the intention…"
Piccolo blasted his way out of the small pod he had crammed himself into, "Damned thing." He slowly stepped out and observed the area. It was dark and humid, with what looked like a blood red sky where the ceiling should be. The air was thick with energy, Piccolo quickly sensed that this was no ordinary fight, "You can come out now, I already know you're there." The Namekian motioned to his right, just inside the line of shadows.
A deep laugh came from the darkness, "So, it seems you are no ordinary human." The being stepped into the light to reveal his tall, muscular frame. He had teal skin, partially covered by the vest on his torso and his white pants. "I am Bido, and you are dead."
Yamcha quickly jumped out of his pod, "Gotta hurry, no doubt those guys will thrash their opponents, I gotta do it first!" He ran as fast as he could towards the middle of the arena, "Where are you, intergalactic fight-" Just as he had the thought Yamcha felt an enormous pain in his side and his body went tumbling across the ground.
"Where do you think you're going, handsome?" Zangya drew her leg back, standing straight and flipping her hair as she smirked at the incapacitated man.
Yamcha heard the voice as his vision slowly came back.."What a hit.." His eyes slowly made out the figure, a female with long, curly, orange hair and strange, teal skin. Slowly regaining his footing, the former bandit took a fighting stance towards his strange opponent, "This is no Mr. Satan disciple."
Gohan stepped out of his pod gently, observing his surroundings as he slowly walked into the fighting area. His senses were still on high alert, that strange feeling he had only grew stronger as he approached what appeared to be something the likes of a children's wonderland, giant toys lying everywhere. The young Half-Saiyan stood firm as he noticed a slight movement in the corner of his eye, "This is not normal."
Just as Gohan had finished his thought, his opponent jumped out of the shadows, extending his arms strangely. Gohan quickly realized he could no longer move, struggling to even observe his enemy, who was a short, teal skinned man dressed in a red coat, white pants, with purple turban covering his head.
"Let's play a little game before Master comes back.." The short man's voice was high pitched and eerie sounding. He lowered his arms and stretched them to the sides, all around him different sized rocks and rubble lifted into the air.
Gohan relaxed a bit as he was able to move again, "This guy's a freak.." He thought to himself, perplexed by what appeared to be psychic abilities.
Back on Battle Island, Krillin, Tien and 16 were watching the action on screen intently. The large, hulking Android was first to speak up, "Those are not the same fighters…"
Krillin nodded, "Something's wrong."
Tien looked at his fellow fighters, "We need to go." He quickly dashed towards the entrance as the other two followed.
In other world, Goku and King Kai were watching the tournament on a tiny television set on a small piece of land that was left of the North Kai's former planet. "This is concerning.." The blue deity placed his hand on his chin, "Goku, the Earth is in great danger!"
The orange gi clad Saiyan looked at King Kai confused, "What? What do you mean?"
King Kai looked off the nearest ledge in despair, "A fearsome evil has presented itself. Bojack, a diabolical Pirate of the fiercest strength." King Kai turned back towards his Saiyan pupil, "Long ago, the three other Kais and myself locked him and his minions away in a star. Our planets were part of the seal and with the destruction of my planet, the seal was broken."
"Well, if he's on Earth, he's already beaten. Gohan will beat him!"
"I'm not so sure, Goku. He may need more help.."
Goku's eyes brightened, "I have an idea! King Kai, can I use your mind trick thing again?"
"My mind trick thing..telepathy?"
"Yeah. That's the word!" Goku quickly made his way over to King Kai and placed his hand on his back.
Over at Capsule Corporation, Vegeta lay motionless, staring at the TV as the tournament unfolded. His instincts flared up as the new fighters showed up, something wasn't right about them, but he turned his head away. "They can handle themselves."
"Vegeta!"
The Saiyan Prince sat straight up, his face pale as if he had seen a ghost, or heard one in this case.."Kakarot?!" He looked around in a panic.
"Hey Vegeta! It's me for sure. I'm using King Kai to talk to you!"
"Get out of my head, damned clown!"
"That's not very nice, Vegeta. Nevermind. The others need your help! There's some great evil at that tournament, King Kai says it's a threat to even Gohan!"
"Our sons can handle themselves, Kakarot. Leave me alone."
"Vegeta! Look. I know you wanted to beat me, and I'm sorry, but our sons could die!"
"Leave. ME. ALONE." Vegeta shouted, his Ki spiked a bit as his anger did.
"Okay. Fine. I have a proposition for you...I was gonna wait to tell everybody, but I can come back for 24 hours."
"What?!" Vegeta stood up, fists clenched, "Don't play with me, Kakarot. You are dead!"
"Yes, but there's a fortune teller, she can revive me for 24 hours. I will come back for the next tournament and we will get our fight. I'll be training!" Goku shouted to his rival, then removed his hand from the back of the blue deity, "Thanks, King Kai. I hope it's enough.."
"Damn you, Kakarot. If you're telling the truth, I will destroy you when you come back!" Vegeta's aura flared as he quickly grabbed Trunks' sword and blasted off towards the Intergalactic Tournament.
Back on Battle Island, Mr. Satan was in the presence of his partner, X.S. Cash and a few investors, all perplexed about what was happening on the screen. "Those people..those aren't my fighters.." Mr. Satan thought to himself, hurriedly standing up and heading towards the exit, clutching his midsection, "I gotta go to the bathroom! Stomach ache! Gah."
X.S. Cash motioned to one of his men, who quickly blocked the door. The short, pudgy businessman spoke up, "Mr. Satan, you need to take care of this! This is not what I paid for!"
The muscular, dark haired Satan turned around, clutching his stomach and putting on a great display of agony, "Uh. Well, you see, I can't! I am too sick to fight today!"
"I'm not buying it." X.S. Cash smiled and motioned to another man, who pulled out a pistol and discreetly showed it to Mr. Satan. "You will go, partner."
Trunks was dodging blow after blow from the orange haired, teal skinned enemy. "This guy is fast.." He grabbed a flying first and swung his own straight at his opponent's gut.
Kogu hunched over, slowly backing up and smiling at his purple haired adversary. "You are exceptional for sure, but I'm not done yet." Putting his fists on his sides, Kogu sharply rose his Ki. His muscles bulged as he screamed at the top of his lungs, his aura exploded as a bright light covered the landscape. Trunks was temporarily blinded as he covered his eyes with his arms.
When the light died down, a new form of Kogu was revealed, his clothes torn off from his now incredibly bulked up physique. Green skin replaced the former blue-ish teal, and his hair had changed to bright red. His looks weren't the only thing that had changed, his Ki was now a violent, raging fire of energy that Trunks could practically feel the warmth from. "Now it's time to get serious.." The Half-Saiyan thought to himself as the now strengthened Kogu charged.
It took both of Trunks' arms to block the now monstrous fist that came towards his face. The Half-Saiyan quickly expanded his energy, the power of his Ki causing Kogu to stumble back. The green skinned alien unsheathed his sword and swung it quickly at Trunks, narrowly missing.
"I'm just about done with this!" Trunks yelled as he regained his footing. He quickly let his anger explode, his aura turning yellow as did his hair. "I'm gonna finish you now."
Kogu laughed, "Then do it!" He charged towards Trunks as the Half-Saiyan held out his hands, gathering a large amount of energy.
"Burning Attack!" Trunks shot the large ball of energy straight at his charging opponent, exploding on impact as a cloud of dust enveloped the area.
When the dust cleared the only thing left of Kogu was his sword lying on the ground. Trunks let his aura die down, his hair turning back to normal as he calmed his breathing. "Well, that wasn't what I expect-"
Trunks felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck and buckled to his knees, eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Kogu..what a useless bastard." The being known as Bojack grabbed Trunks' unconscious body by the hair, dragging it across the ground as he walked, "Pitiful."
Meanwhile, Piccolo was matching Bido blow for blow, their fist's creating shockwaves throughout the area. Both beings jumped back from the other, breathing heavy.
"This guy is strong..not as strong as 16, but 16 wasn't trying to kill me." Piccolo thought to himself, taking a defensive stance before the lumbering Bido charged again. The Namekian quickly parried, landing a thunderous kick into his enemy's side, sending him flying and Piccolo chased after him.
Bido however quickly recovered, extending his hands out, gathering energy in all ten of his fingers. "Take this!" Bido shot ten continuous beams from his fingers straight at the oncoming Namekian.
Piccolo quickly put his arms up in guard, stopping mid-flight, but it was in vain as the beams made various deep cuts all over his body. Dripping blood, Piccolo uncovered his face to reveal a charging Bido, who drove his fist deep into the Namekian's gut. Screaming out in pain, Piccolo hunched over. His heavy breathing masked the sound of his gathered energy, the green skinned fighter stood straight up to unleash a violent burst of energy, "Explosive Demon Wave!"
The blast sent Bido flying back, tumbling across the ground. "This is my chance!" Piccolo thought to himself, quickly putting two fingers to his forehead and crouching down, "He's as good as dead." Lighting started to spark from his fingers as the energy spiked through the air.
Bido was slowly getting back to his feet, stunned and breathing heavy as he regained his stance. Just as he stood, Piccolo took his shot, "Special Beam Cannon!"
The spiraling energy beam pierced the air like an arrow, straight towards the enemy kicking up dust and dirt as it went. However, before it reached its target, the beam was deflected. Piccolo was shocked, he knew his enemy wasn't nearly strong enough to deflect that.."What?!"
A bright green ball of energy shot through the dust, catching Piccolo off guard as it blasted straight into the Namekian, knocking him unconscious. The dust settled as the form of Bojack appeared in front of Bido, still holding Trunks' unconscious body, dragging him on the ground as he approached Piccolo's helpless form. "I'm sorry my green friend, I am not in the mood to lose another minion today.." He reached down with his other hand and grabbed Piccolo by the shirt, turned towards Bido, "Let's go."
Gohan was jumping all around, dodging rocks and rubble thrown through the air as Bujin continuously cackled, "Little monkey, play my games!" the alien laughed as Gohan kept dodging.
"I can't keep doing this, I gotta be aggressive." He stopped as the rocks surrounded him, about the collide with the Half-Saiyan. Gohan quickly gathered his energy and extended his arms, releasing an enormous kiai that vaporized all the surrounding rocks. "Haaa!" The Half-Saiyan quickly charged his opponent.
Bujin looked terrified as his young enemy charged, but he quickly extended his arms, "Sit still!" His psychic threads again enveloped the young Half-Saiyan, immobilizing the halfbreed.
"Damn it!" Gohan struggled the move his body, "Screw this!" Gohan screamed at the top of his lungs as his aura violently surged, turning a bright gold as his hair went blonde revealing his Super Saiyan form, breaking the threads.
"Playtime is over!" Gohan surged towards the teal skinned alien but was stopped straight in his tracks again, unable to move. "What the?!"
Bujin looked over to the side, three of his comrades had appeared. Bido had his hands extended out, using his own psychic threads to hold the young Super Saiyan. Zangya stood next to him, holding an unconscious orange clad man over her shoulder. Bojack stood on the end, one body in each hand.
"Bujin, help! I can't hold him long!" Bido shouted to his comrade, who quickly added his own threads to the fray.
Gohan looked over at his new opponents, horrified to see his friends incapacitated, "Yamcha! Piccolo! Trunks!?" He struggled against the threads holding him still, "Damn it."
Bojack dropped Trunks' and Piccolo's bodies and levitated over to where Gohan was bound, "Hello Son Gohan, I'm afraid we haven't met yet." The large teal skinned alien loomed over the adolescent, cocked a fist and drove it into the helpless Half-Saiyans gut. "I am Bojack."
"Your father released me, so I figure I'll give him a gift in the afterlife, his son!" Bojack stepped back from the young Super Saiyan, charging a large ball of energy in his hands. "Say Hi to Daddy!"
End of Chapter 6
Next Chapter, Chapter 7: All Out Brawl!
