Dragonball Generations
Chapter 1 – The Grand Kumite
Planet Earth, age 804, over 20 years has passed since the 28th world martial arts tournament when Goku left with Uub to train him as his student and successor, we now witness a different tournament of a far more sinister and secretive nature. A familiar looking spiky haired young man with deep blue eyes dressed in torn track pants, tank top, combat boots and headband slowly walks into the arena of an ancient coliseum in the centre of the desert wasteland, filled with roaring crowds in the stands. Another young man dressed in a military uniform with a distinct crimson armband enters the arena from the other side with a fast march and an intense expression on his face. The announcer, a small and obese man in a three piece suit standing in the middle of the arena gestures to both of the competitors to come face each other in the centre as he grips a microphone to his sagging jowls. He begins to shout into the microphone with a loud and gravelly voice.
"Ladies and gentlemen welcome again to the 10th Grand Kumite! Every century this tournament is held to decide Earths most powerful warrior! Tonight after 20 brutal fights to the death we are finally here for the final bout to see who will be leaving with the 30 million zeni prize money and the title of Earths most powerful warrior!"
The crowd roared with applause in anticipation for the bloodshed, the announcer thought to himself that as both competitors had made quick work of all of their previous opponents, this next match will be the most intense, he felt nervous simply standing in the arena with these two warriors. He continues into his microphone.
"To my left, we have Corporal Magenta of the Red Ribbon Militia! With military precision he wastes no time, efficiently destroying his opponents before they can even call for a medic! To my right, we have Goki! From parts unknown and with little reputation he has shocked us all with how easily this man of mystery crushes his enemies!"
The announcer clears his throat and returns to the microphone.
"Competitors you know the rules by this point, the winner is decided once the loser is slain, ready…Fight!"
Magenta launches towards Goki, the force of his mere movement blasts the announcer back into the stands with the audience. Goki swiftly flips over Magenta's charging body, Magenta turns back throwing punches and kicks towards Goki whilst his back is turned to him however, not a single strike connects with Goki; he effortlessly avoids each one. Magenta thinks to himself "I know he can sense my energy but how can he know where I'm striking? Has this spiky haired freak got eyes on the back of his head?" Magenta loses his temper, each fight he'd had in the tournament up until this point had been a breeze and now this man just seems to be using him for cardio. Magenta lets out a shout in frustration and fires a shockwave of energy from his body, creating a crater in the arena. Once the dust settles Magenta tries to sense his opponent's location only to realise too late that Goki was hovering above him. With a lightning quick fall, Goki delivered a double knee drop to Magentas right shoulder, breaking it and dislocating his arm. Magenta let out a blood curdling scream.
"You should be grateful you know, I could have dropped a bit quicker and severed your whole arm off" Goki said with a smirk.
Magenta launched again at Goki with all the strength he had left, Goki held Magenta's fist back with his arms in a crossed guard. As they stand-off Magenta spoke to Goki with agony in his voice.
"You think no one here knows who you are? Like you're so darned mysterious? The older officers told us about the siege on our HQ and Muscle Tower, even showed us footage of the alien freak that almost destroyed us. My comrades and I would recognise that hairdo of yours anywhere. What are you to him exactly? His spawn? His clone? You get hatched from an egg or something? The red ribbon militia will destroy invasive species like you!"
A wide, cruel grin spread across Goki's face, he then delivered a crushing knee strike to Magenta's chest, the loud crunch echoed through the arena over the roar of the crowd. As the strength left Magenta's body and all hope vanished from his face, Goki leaped behind Magenta and spin kicked him in the back, breaking his spine and paralysing him.
As the crowd roared with applause from the stands, screens are unveiled above them showing a replay on repeat of Goki's winning assault. Goki slowly approached Magenta as he takes in his last breathes and crouches down looking Magenta directly in the eyes.
"I'm that alien freaks grandson and rest assured unlike him I'll finish your militia of losers, what's the matter? Did I fight back a little harder than one of the small farming villages you guys normally attack?"
Goki outstretched his arm, facing his palm towards the dying Magenta and let out a blast of energy, vaporising Corporal Magenta entirely.
The announcer scrambled down the side of the stands, approaching the victor with a spring in his step and a wide grin from ear to ear. He speaks into the microphone as he grips Goki's elbow.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, was that not the most intense bout you've ever seen? The ferocity, the swiftness and how can we forget that last knee strike? No doubt we will be talking about this until the day we die, Goki… The glory is yours along with this purse of 30 million zeni!"
Goki grasped the announcer by the collar, lifting him up so Goki could look at him directly in the eyes.
"30 million seems a bit short for the strongest warrior of the century" Goki said with an intense look on his face.
"Err I agree Goki, certainly… I'll raise the purse to 60 million" The announcer said, sweating with fear.
"So you are the one who bank rolled this cruel tournament? You're not just the announcer are you? I suspected you were the Duke once I saw you but I couldn't be certain, why pose as the announcer? Is it just to be that bit closer to the slaughter? Would you have given that Red Ribbon punk more zeni too? Help fund their war crimes maybe? Well either way I should thank you, this makes my job a whole lot easier, and I'll give you the best seat in the house to your own slaughter" Goki said with a cold confidence, dropping the Duke to the ground.
The Duke looked up at Goki with confusion and fear, sweat pouring from his brow. The crowd had not noticed Goki and the Dukes exchange, captivated by the replay on the screens. "What are you going to do? Please… I'll grant you anything I can. Money, property, land, women, power… You name it Goki and it's yours".
Goki launched himself far into the nights sky until the coliseum below was just a dot in the distance, he outstretched both his hands facing down towards the coliseum, fitting the view between his thumbs and index fingers as he gathered energy. "I'm putting an end to this evil circus and all the blood thirsty freaks that crave this violence".
"TRI-BEAM!"
A pillar of light shot down onto the coliseum, utterly destroying it along with all the people and vehicles in the area. Goki lowered himself back to the ground looking at the aftermath of what he had done, sensing for any signs of energy. He thought to himself this was a job well done, no survivors, the destruction of the venue and the end of the noble house that had arranged the Grand Kumite for centuries. "You honestly would never know there was an ancient coliseum here 5 minutes ago, just endless miles of desert". He remarked, satisfied with his work, Goki flew off into the distance towards Orange City, though tired he reassured himself that he should be back to base within an hour at least.
As Goki approached the main road into Orange City, he sees the toppled statue of his grandfather with "fraud" graffitied all over it; the city was renamed after his grandfather for a time after he defeated Cell. Goki feels filled with rage as he is reminded of his father's actions upon seeing the toppled statue. Over 10 years ago, Gohan published the best-selling book "Ground Breaking Science" it detailed accessible ways of achieving ki control and contained a number of personal anecdotes and memoires, it didn't take long for members of the public to fill in the blanks and realise that Gohan defeated Cell, all that public outrage despite Gohan's best efforts to mitigate the scandal it was no longer safe for Mr Satan to be in public, a shadow was cast over his legacy and all government honours were revoked. Mr Satan has been in hiding within Capsule Corp ever since and rarely able to go outside, his toppled statue now stands as monument to Orange City's resolve to never be fooled again. The most concerning consequence is that it instigated a global renaissance of martial arts, people across the world both good and bad have been training ki control. "Bank robbers don't need weapons when they can just use energy blasts to break safes open and take out the police, terrorists don't need bombs when they can charge a blast large enough to destroy their target… thanks Dad" Goki muttered to himself.
Goki finally made his way home, a large warehouse in the industrial district of Orange City. He enters to find the usual crowd inside. Great numbers of martial artists dressed similarly to him are training inside. Goki wonders if Pigero, the leader of their group is still awake so he can submit his full report of the Grand Kumite; he makes his way to the office on the other side of the warehouse. Sure enough, he goes in and Pigero is looking over files of reports on his desk, he's a strongly built middle aged man with a prominent scar across his right cheek.
"Good to see you made it back safely Goki, want to submit your report?" Pigero said as he looked up to Goki from his pile of files.
"Didn't break a sweat, all competitors, the Red Ribbon rejects, the Duke, the coliseum along with the whole audience are destroyed. Safe to say there won't be another Grand Kumite not even in 100 years". Goki replied with a smirk.
"Perfect work Goki, we needed our strongest operative for that mission, no telling what one of those warriors would have been capable of in the long term had they got a hold of that prize money" Pigero said with relief.
"No problem, the Red Ribbon guy was going to be in the final either way, I noticed his comrades poisoning the bottled water of whoever he was facing early in the tournament, his fights were dramatically one sided. I'm sure all the Red Ribbon losers were destroyed along with the coliseum but you better get some of the squad to swing by their old HQ, make sure they're no survivors". Goki said with a stern expression.
"Those bastards keep finding ways to hit new lows eh? I'll get a three person squad out there to make sure. You ok? Got something on your mind?" Pigero asked with concern.
"I flew by the old statue of Mr Satan on the way into the City" Goki said with a stern expression.
"Makes it all come flooding back eh?" Pigero replied.
"That's right, how can my father make such a mess and leave it to people like us to make sure the planet is safe from itself? I hear that he's busy focusing on galactic threats, the big picture… whatever that means." Goki shared.
"When I met your father I had not long survived a tsunami and he was just a boy, had I known then that the devastation the tsunami caused was nothing compared to what he would do in the future I don't know how I'd respond… hatred keeps you motivated; this is good in a way. You have more than made up for the sins of your father, particularly after tonight. You took out most of our persons of interest, at this rate we'll run out of bad guys to hunt". Pigero said trying to reassure Goki.
"Just a matter of time before some other punk tries his luck and so far every time that happens they're stronger than the bastard that tried before them". Goki replied.
"Power hungry fools like that will never succeed as long as our organisation is around. Get yourself a beer and rest up, I need you to run the group training session tomorrow morning and I can't have you flagging" Pigero ordered.
"Whatever you say boss, see you tomorrow" Goki said as he left the office for his bunk.