'Darn, when will this fucking first round of the tournament end?' U18 Vegeta moans. 'It feels like I've been standing here for two years.'
'Actually, it's been only three weeks since this fanfic started, Vegeta,' U18 Gohan points.
'Which makes this two years line not as successful a 4th wall breaking joke as it was in the original Dragon Ball Multiverse,' U18 Bra adds.
'It's the writer's fault,' U18 Trunks comments. 'It's been barely three weeks and we have 18 chapters already. I mean, seriously, how can this guy update every day?Doesn't he have a life? Doesn't he have a college to attend? A living to make? A girlfriend to fuck? Is he really that pathetic a loser that his only purpose in life is to sit in his parents' basement, updating his fanfic and waiting till Chocolatecookiecream updates Anna's Adventures?'
Before someone, anyone, can answer Trunks, the announcer declares the next match: U9 Tenshinhan vs U2 Kirito.
The kinda aged, bald monk from the humans' dominated universe looks at his opponent across from him, a boy with black, spiked hair that is wearing a black cape.
'Hello,' Tenshinhan introduces himself politely. 'My name is Tenshinhan and I have devoted my life to martial arts.'
'Zup,' the boy raises a hand indifferently, dragging a sword with the other as if it's just a burden. 'My name is Kirito or Kazuto or something and every girl that lays eyes on me craves my dick, but I'm extremely oblivious to that, because I'm stupid and probably asexual.'
'Darn, so true,' one of the two Gotens clenches a fist in frustration. 'I mean, seriously, what are Sword Art creators thinking? What's the point of keeping producing one game after another where Kirito beds all the chicks if he never fucks anyone? Hell it's even debatable whether he has ever fucked Asuna!'
Meanwhile, Tenshinhan is firing one attack after another: punches, kicks, generic blasts, dodon rays, tri beams. Kirito is just standing there, scratching his spiky head, blinking, nothing fazing him.
'Darn!' Tenshinhan is panting. 'Why can't my attacks even scratch you? Are you really that strong?'
'That's totally expected, man,' Kirito explains. 'I'm a level 78 fighter whereas you're merely a level 1 fighter. Go to the plains and fight some monsters or something in order to gain EXP points.'
'But this is not a SAO simulator!' Tien cries. 'Your in game level does not apply here. You must have cheated somehow.'
'Dunno, man,' Kirito shrugs. 'I'm not sure about anything. I'm too busy being stupid and indifferent and asexual and oblivious to all the girls wanting my dick.'
'Okay, Kirito is disqualified,' a Varga announces. 'The organizers decided that he freaks them out too much and they don't want him in the tournament.'
Some people among the spectators whisper, believing it's unfair that the boy got disqualified.
'Whatever, I don't really care about this tournament,' Kirito shrugs as he walks away. 'As I said, the only things I really care about are to be stupid and asexual and oblivious every time a girl who wants my dick tries to seduce me in my bed.'