Yo! Son Goku and friends! Cell Saga (Chapter 2)
Sapa
"What an exhilarating first round! Is Spike looking to take his third win over The Budokai!? For those none the wiser, this blue devil, Spike, Is one of two contestants in the history of this decorated event that has taken more than one victory! The only other being our one and only in The Top 4, TienShinhan!"
"That's malarky." Master Roshi replied, pointing his brown staff at his old TV set.
"Spike was dominant too! Perhaps history is in the making for the first ever three-time champion!"
"Heh~" Spike laughed as he brought his right wrist up to his lips. "They think I'm not a shoe-in? Have they seen these other competitors? Hah!"
The blue devil man with wings and horns walked out of the arena with swagger, his bat-like appendages flapping in a dominant display, kicking up winds as he passed through the electronic scan-room and entered the tournament hall. Sapa was waiting on the other side.
"Who the hell are you supposed to be?"
"I just wanted to congratulate you on your match." He said, patting him on the shoulder.
"Get your fucking hands off me, human. Disgusting."
Unlike stealing from a stronger opponent, it is easier to drain more from less. Sapa drained almost all of Spike's ki in less than 2 seconds.
"What the devil..? Why am I so lightheaded?" He groaned, sitting down on the bench and clutching at his forehead.
Sapa smiled and turned around to leave the venue.
"Our next match is between another newcomer and an old face! I'm sure you guys'll remember this one! He's mean, he ain't lean, and he's a beast! Give it up for Giran!"
The blue dragon-like creature tore off his trench coat in a dominant display, rotating his shoulders and letting out a gout of fire through his maw.
"This match-up is gonna be tense! In our other corner we have~"
Gohan
The gang of brothers laughed jubilantly as they crossed through the trees of a forested area.
"Where are the last two at, bro?" Aka asked as he zig-zagged through the brush.
Fwu~Fuff!
Ga-chweek~Beep!
"I don't like the looks of this."
"What's up?" Cha asked, raising a brow as ran along next to his purple suited brother.
"They're grouped together."
He and subsequently the rest of the crew stopped on a dime, landing right at the entrance of a clearing next to a pond. They all crowded around the radar to have a look-see.
"Those Dragon Balls weren't together last time…"
"Nope."
"Well by golly that means someone else is gatherin' em'."
"Damn."
"You think Tao had a back-up?" Gohan questioned, looking to everyone.
"I find that hard to believe." Cha responded, leaning his back against a thick and tall tree. "Unless they were holding back, they couldn't get that far."
"Right." Kon answered. "This is the far setting. We're quite a ways off on getting these. We'd better be careful though. If they're capable of getting two Dragon Balls then they might be trouble."
"Gosh." Nao blinked a few times, the loose bit of hay falling out of his mouth.
"Let's hurry."
FWOF~
Emperor Pilaf
"Good going, Sire!" A brown-ish, orange-ish Shiba Inu wearing a purple ninja suit jumped up and down in victory.
"Glad to see my excellence is appreciated every once and a while." A blue imp wearing a mix between what looked to be some parts royal garb and some parts clown outfit said sassily, his knuckles on his hips. "Mai!"
"Yes Sire?" She questioned loudly, staring out and into the wall as she sweat bullets and saluted, her long blue trench coat stalling out harshly.
"I don't want us getting snuck up like all those other times! I'm not gonna get caught with my pants down like I have so many times before! I mean~ like you guys have so many times before!"
"Yes, Sire…"
"Good!"
The Sire looked down at the two orange crystal balls, marvelling in their majesty.
"Aren't they just beautiful, Shu?"
Shu furrowed his brow and walked over to the high table, staring with the same intensity as his boss as they laid on a regal red pillow.
"Uhh, Shu?"
"..."
"Shu what are you doing?"
THUNKK!
"Oww~"
"SHU WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" The blue imp screamed with a nervous rage, snatching up the orange spheres.
"Sorry, Sire. I had to check if they were the real ones."
"..."
"You know like that one we bought from that pawn shop owner." His paw was steaming, forcing him to blow on it like a hot meal.
"Of course… I knew that." He replied, trying not to make eye contact as he put the balls back down on the velvet pillow.
"Dumbass…"
"What did you say?"
"I said pizzazz, you gotta a lot of pizzazz, Sire."
"Why thank you." He replied cockily, closing his eyes and flashing his admittedly very pearly whites.
Tmp. Dm. Dmp. Tup. Dup. Dmp. Tp.
"Sire!"
"What is it, Mai?"
"Don't know if this is good or bad news but the rest of the Dragon Balls are headed our way."
"Are you serious?"
"Affirmative."
"Ha-Haaaaa~ It's finally time for the world to know the name, Emperor Pilaf!"
"But ehh~ Sire."
"What!?"
"Well if they're strong enough to gather five Dragon Balls wouldn't you say they're probably strong enough to beat us up?"
"Don't you worry your meager little brain over the details, Shu. I've been working on improving the fit on our new Pilaf-Machines!"
Mai coughed a single time.
"Ehrm~" Pilaf grunted as he made eye contact with the woman.
"Go on, sir."
"As I was saying… Our new Pilaf-Machines ought to do the trick! I don't think even Goku could do anything against these! I've~"
"Ah-hem!"
"We've~"
Mai smiled.
"Come up with a new metal hide that protects against those laser beams that little brat always threw at us. If they can handle that, there should be no problem dealing with anyone who stands in our way." Emperor Pilaf posited as he rubbed his hands together maniacally. He checked his hands and raised a brow. "Mai?"
"Yes, Sire?"
"Could you go get me some hand wipes?"
"Right away sir."
Pilaf sat in the middle of the room, smiling and gloating it up while Shu sat on a high chair, sipping from a long straw.
TpTapDupTupTmpTup!
"Sire!"
"What!?"
"They're here!"
SPLLLUU~
"Shu."
He swallowed down hard, staring right at the soda on top of The Emperor's black and red hat.
"Yes Sire?"
"No more drinks in the Dragon Ball room!"
"Yes Sire…"
The Murasaki Brothers VS The Pilaf Gang
Fsht~Wsht~Wsh!
Before they knew it, they were waylaid by the ninja, all in the four corners of the large room.
"Murasaki!?" Shu cried.
"Shu?" Kon raised a brow. "What the hell?"
"Howdy Shu!"
"H-Hey~"
"Haven't seen you since the academy."
Emperor Pilaf glanced all around the room, trying to size up all four differently dressed ninja.
"Shu? Explain!"
"Well I uh~"
"We used to train at the same ninja academy. Our boy here always got low marks though."
"You don't have to do em' like that, Cha." Kon laughed out while squatted over a table.
"Well by golly, Shu, we're here for the Dragon Balls and we'd like to resolve this peacefully, if you reckon we could."
"Well I uh~"
Pilaf glared at him menacingly.
"I uh~"
"I see." Cha said matter-of-factly.
"You like this guy?" Pilaf questioned with a pointer finger trained on his literal guard dog.
Fwof~
"You move an inch and the dog gets it!"
"What are you doing, Sire!?"
"Uh-Huu~" Mai let out dumbly, slack jawed and glossy eyed.
Kom~DWANGG! Kuwuwuwu~
"Rrrrgh!"
Cha blew the smoke from his barrel away as the little blue imp's piece hit the floor and twirled.
Fwsh!
"You okay, Shu?" Aka asked as he ninja-vanished and grabbed hold of the dog-ninja.
Shu had a mixed look of what should have been happiness as well as disappointment and shame.
"Mai!"
"Yes, Sire?"
"Do Something!"
"Duh~"
WHOKK!
Cha really didn't even hit Pilaf that hard but nonetheless, the little blue imp was knocked out in an instant.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Did that really just happen?"
"Welp… I reckon so."
"This guy gathered the Dragon Balls?"
"Well uh~ it was uh~"
"A group effort." Mai interjected.
"Well, yeh."
"Huh."
Nao just squirmed the bit of hay once around in his mouth, blinking as if it was gonna wake him up from a strange dream.
"We're just gonna go use the Dragon Balls now, Shu. It was nice seein' ya."
"Bye." Shu waved sheepishly as Aka picked up the two Dragon Balls on the table and vanished out of the room with the rest of his brothers.
"Sire?" They both questioned, looking over their starry-eyed blue leader.
Gohan
"You guys get the Dragon Balls?"
"Yup." Aka answered, tossing one of the orange spheres into the air and then catching it.
"So how does it work?"
The Murasaki brothers just looked around at each other and shrugged altogether.
"Hah-hah-hah!" Gohan laughed jubilantly.
"Well I mean unless these things really are useless…"
"Well my dad and his friends say that they've used the Dragon Balls multiple times, and that there's only 7 of them so~"
Kon shrugged once more and gathered the orange spheres, placing them on the sand outside what looked like a palace. Shu and Mai looked out the window, watching the ninja try and make their wish. Gohan placed them all neatly apart from each other, as soon as he did that they started glowing with brilliance.
"Okay! Good work, kid!"
The son of Son Goku smiled brightly as the spheres flattered and flickered with yellow pulsating energies.
"So how do we summon it?"
"Uhh~ Dad called it The Eternal Dragon."
"..." They all looked around at each other before the little boy broke the silence.
"Eternal Dragon! Come forth and grant our wishes!"
VYUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuu~
KA-KOOOMMMMM! RrrrrrUMBLEE~
KOWW! KOWW! Ska~KOWW!
The daytime turned to night on a dime as black clouds gathered overhead. The yellow glow from the balls shot up and pierced the sky, almost knocking everyone onto their ass and on the sand.
"What in tarnation?" Nao's bit of hay fell right out of his mouth.
The black clouds ushered in magical lightning that arced and rocked the sky. Bolts shot down around the group, it seemed as if some mystical force prevented the lightning from striking them. There was a bit of silence before the black heaven parted and an enormous serpentine creature burrowed through the upper abyss.
GUWOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUU~
KrrrrrrACK! KOWW! KOWW!
The clouds entangled and warped as more and more of the creature carved through the air, the thing was massive, it wasn't just the clouds either, it took up space as far as the eye could see in every direction. It was titanic, once in a lifetime.
"I didn't expect…" Kon swallowed harshly, barely able to even get it down despite the fact that he wasn't eating or drinking anything. "...this…"
The Eternal Dragon spiraled and weaved through the air before it finally settled down and stopped glowing its ethereal golden hue. The serpent's green maw looked down at the 6 brothers with a furrowed brow.
"WHY HAVE YOU SUMMONED ME?"
Gohan stared at the giant dragon for a long time, barely able to pull his eyes away to finally look at his new companions. The Murasaki Brothers had to take a lap, the impact hadn't even hit them fully so they took a moment to process.
"Oh. For the wish."
Kon looked at everyone and they gave a nod to their brother.
"Eternal Dragon!"
The Eternal Dragon said nothing, only raising a brow as its whisker-mustache twriled ever so slightly.
"Bring our long lost brother back to us!"
"..."
They waited patiently, sweating bullets in the epic mythological titan's presence.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN. YOU HAVE TO BE SPECIFIC."
"Oh~"
"..."
"We believe our brother is dead, can you revive him for us!?"
"IT SHALL BE DONE."
VYUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~
The balls started to spin around violently as they rose into the air, the dragon disappeared from view and the spheres shot out in 7 different directions like jets. The speed was instantaneous and before they knew it the skies were clear and it was daytime once again. It had gone by so fast it didn't feel like much was accomplished.
"Was that… it..?" Kon asked plainly.
"Shoot, I reckon so."
"I guess if he's alive then we still gotta find him."
"What a pain." Cha said with a bit of a laugh, holding onto his forehead.
"Kid?"
"Hmm?"
"Thanks."
"You guys helped me. You made sure my little brother wasn't hurt. I wouldn't feel good about myself if I didn't give you the same respect. My father taught me that good things come to those who do good. So thank You guys."
"I'm gonna miss ya', kid." Nao started to well up with tears.
Gohan couldn't help but laugh nervously.
"It's okay."
"He always gets like this, it was a fun ride, kid."
"Thanks, Kon."
The ninja all gave Gohan their blessings as the little boy hopped across the sand at fast speeds.
"Wow. That was just as fun as last time!"
FshWshFsht!
"I'm glad I went with them, what about you, Goten?"
"Kaa~"
Goten had been changed forever, the sight of Shenron: The Eternal Dragon provided the small infant with a high he would want to chase for the rest of his life. A natural adventurer, just like his father.
The Vinnie
"Oh yeah~" A man rocked out on his lawn wickedly, headbanging his glorious blonde bowl cut every which way as he stepped around various flamingos. "Don't feel blue~" He sung along with a killer throe. "You've got the eyes of the lion!"
FOOOOHH~Kah-THUNKK!
"Whoa!" He blurted out as he fell on his ass, a huge pocket of debris and grass shooting up in the air from a strange object plummeting from the sky.
The man shook off his discomfort, dusting off himself and slowly stepping towards the wreckage. A small concrete orb from out of nowhere just crash landed in front of him.
"Wicked." The guy called out with a surfer laugh, picking up the stone and bobbing his neck up and down.
Giran
"What is this!? Spike can't seem to put it together! He's just getting wailed on by Giran!"
"This doesn't make any sense!" Spike thought to himself as he was bulldozed through by a shoulder check, knocked right onto his ass by the blue dragon.
THUMM!
"Ohhhhh! Giran just ran right through him! One!"
"Why am I so tired? I… I can't even conjure any energy for my stray energy attacks, let alone my Devilmite Beam. I didn't use enough to be so gassed…" He breathed out as he stood on one knee.
"Two! We might just have a new champion today, folks! Three!"
FWOFF~
"The two-time champ flaps his wings! He won't let him take the win without a fight! Begin!"
GWONGG!
Spike flew around the arena, scoping out his moment before Giran came flying at him with relentless aggression.
"This buffoon~"
WHOKK!
"It's not enough! Spike isn't faster than Giran anymore! The blue beast has worn down his prey and it's not a good look for our two-time champ!"
Spike hit the tile in a front roll to break momentum from Giran's powerhouse double axe handle. Just then, his opponent landed from the air and charged with full force, tackling him with a left shoulder barge and knocking him out cold.
"It looks like we've got another knock down! This isn't looking good! One! Two!"
"Yamcha's fighting Sapa first, right?" Piccolo asked with arms crossed up in the high box.
"Yeah."
"That'll be the real first test, can he even get past that dog eared mutt's speed?"
"Who knows? Maybe we're just reading too deep into it."
"Tcheh."
"Yeah, I don't want to be a debby downer but it's kind of in the job description so I guess I have to. Haven't been able to keep the bad vibes out of my thoughts ever since you brought it up."
"Three! Four!"
Spike laid motionless on the messy stained tile, a few of them already cracked and dismantled.
"Five! This is Spike's third knockdown in the match! If he gets up he'll be disqualified after only one more down! Six!"
The blue devil flapped his wings a single time as he attempted to raise off the tile.
"...come...on…"
"Seven! He just won't quit! Spike is attempting to get back up!"
"I've had enough of this." Piccolo said out loud as he stared down at the brown man in the white gi with his arms crossed.
"What do you..?"
"I'm gonna read that Mongrel's mind, I don't care if that's a violation of his privacy."
"..."
"What?"
"What's wrong?"
"I… can't get in."
"What!? What do you mean you can't get in?" Krillin asked with fervor.
"I can't get in there, it's like something's blocking me."
Since Spitfires are beings made of pure ki, they can much easier learn all types of magic and ki based-techniques. It also means that they can defend against ki-based techniques with the highest potential skill ceiling. Piccolo would need to be overwhelmingly more skilled in Telepathy to dominate Cala-Meite's Telepathic Defence.
"Eight!"
"Damn, what's going on today?"
"I'm now a lot more concerned."
"Heh-hegh~" Krillin laughed out pretty heartily. "What? That you couldn't cheat?"
"Shut up." Piccolo taunted back with a smile.
Sapa looked on as his victim just couldn't quite get up in time.
"And niiine!..."
"Damn it~"
"TEN! That's all she wrote! The new champion for the Supernatural Division of the 25th Ten-Kai-Ichi Budokai is GIRRRR-ANNN!"
The crowd cheered and hollered as the blue dragon flexed in the middle of the ring in various macho poses. It took a while for the masses to come down from their high as Mic checked his watch and wiped a bit of sweat on his brow from the heat.
"Whew~ Alright folks! This next bracket is tiny! We might do something different next time but for now we're sticking to single elim with only four contestants! We're gonna call for another 30 minute recess, hope everyone's ready because these last couple matches are gonna be a doozy!"
Mic stepped out of the somewhat battered ring and walked over to the arena hall. Giran stomped after him in a hurry. Sapa sat in the corner of the tournament hall, eyeing the pair as they passed through the scanner.
"Where's my money, Slick?"
"Relax! Sheesh! I'm literally leaving to go get it, follow me."
"Oh~ My apologies."
The slender blonde announcer and the blue beast walked around various corners until they got to a storage room.
"I'm uhh~ gonna have to ask you to wait outside." He motioned awkwardly with a pointing of the finger and some head movements. "You understand."
"Of course." His voice was gruff but he crossed his arms and waited politely before Mic returned with a capsule.
"He you go, sir."
Bom! Clicc-Klik.
"Wow~" Giran's eyes just about popped. "It feels so real, now that I'm seeing it…"
"Yep! Good job today, guy. Hope to see you next time."
"I just got one question." He asked, forcing Mic to turn around.
"What's up?"
There was a palpable tension as Giran let the moment hang in the air for longer than necessary.
"How do you guys earn enough money to not only pay for the staff, maintenance of the ring, and pay the winner this much zeni? ...Especially considering the two extra brackets you run now."
"Sometimes the answers are the most obvious ones. We only hold this tournament every three years, you know. We used to do five, but now that the tournament has gotten this big we can afford to pay out a lot more And do it more frequently. That's a win for everybody. We used to not do advertising but sometimes you just gotta take the hits if you want your product to succeed."
"Huh. That makes sense."
"Have a good rest of your day, Giran."
"Haw-haw. You too, Slick."
Mic fixed his tie as he walked over to what looked like a break room. Sapa stealthed around the corners with sharp and low dashes as he watched the blue beast exit the stadium. Giran coughed a few times as he put on his blue fedora and trenchcoat. He dashed like mad to keep up and as soon as Giran entered the skies, he struck, palming his back with determination.
"Huh..? Who the hell are you!? Get tha hell offa me, punk!"
His consciousness spazzed out and he felt his vision warp and shape strangely before he plummeted out of the air and landed on the ground.
Fsh!
Only it wasn't the ground, it was the top of a skyscraper. Sapa touched down next to him, contemplating his next move.
"What the..?" He could barely ask as he sat up.
Sapa didn't answer, a flickering fire in his left palm burning brightly before he called it back in. The brown man left him on his own on top of the building, dazed and confused. Realising what just happened Giran quickly checked his black briefcase.
"No no no..! Don't tell me!"
Cla-Clicc.
"What? He didn't take the money? Why? What the hell was he harassin' me for?"
He looked around the building as if people were gonna be there to validate the happening.
"Did he do some big brain shit and replace my shit with monopoly money? Ain't no way!"
Giran flew down and crash landed at the front door of a diner.
"Outta the way!"
"Whoa~"
"Excuse me! I don't need to be sat down or nothin', just get me glass a milk!"
"Sure sir..?" The barista behind the counter raised a brow at the beast. "Here you go."
"How much?"
"100 zeni sir."
Giran rang it up and sure enough.
Cha-Chingg!
"What did that guy even attack me for?"
"Sir..?"
"This milk's pretty good. I ain't gonna lie. Slurrrrr~"
Sapa VS Yamcha
First Objective: Drain Yamcha's Chakra and add it to Cala-Meite's!
Second Objective: Win the match!
Sapa closed his eyes and breathed out deeply, trying to tune out the noise of the crowd.
"HyahahahahaHaaaaa! You nervous, Kid?"
"Shut up."
"What!? Nerves are nothing to be ashamed of, that just means you give a shit. We're gonna get you this win no matter what!"
Sapa chuckled lightly to himself.
"Thanks."
"Are you ready folks!?"
The blistering crowd reaction would have blown the roof off the place had the tournament hall actually possessed a roof but nonetheless, Mic went right back to announcing and hyping the first round.
"So this bracket is the first time ever in the history of The Tenkaichi Budokai! The director himself even suggested that we add another division seeing as there seem to be some fighters on another eschalon even higher than that of last event's already supernatural! The brave competitors fighting in this match aren't just titans, they're demi-gods!"
"How did Sapa get here!? Didn't he get faded by Tien last tournament?"
"Wow, the lineup ain't so bad this year, finally get to see Goku back in the mainline contest."
"I've been waiting to see the rematch of Tien VS Goku. This shit is gonna be sick."
"Woo-hoo!"
"I don't even know why I come to these things, my ears are too sensitive for this crap."
"Well you gotta cheer on our friends, Oolong!" Puar exclaimed cheerily.
"It's not like the first three tournaments, Puar. Our boys can only lose to each other, the announcer over there is hyping it like we don't already know Yamcha's gonna knock his block off."
"You gotta get into the spirit!"
"I think I've had my fair share of spirits already." The pig replied as he leaned back in his seat and laid on his crossed arms.
"Give it up for our Ex-Titan~~~ YAAAAAAAAAAMMCHAAA!"
The Wolf dashed in deep and appeared in a whirlwind on the tile, shaking out his chin-length black locks. He smiled very hollywood and then took his position on the left side of the ring.
"Now in the other corner we have last year's other first rounder in The Top 4! SAAAAA-PAAAAA!"
"Do you really think he can win it?"
"Remember, Kid, let me take it from the jump. All you gotta do is endure some hits. This guy's way faster and way stronger than us. The only way we're leveling the playing field is by letting him come to us and drain him when he lands. I can still siphon energy as long as he's touching, so him hitting us is actually to our advantage until we gather the necessary energy to fight back."
Sapa nodded his head to what looked like music, perplexing The Wolf.
"It's still single elimination so this bracket is gonna go by quick! Are you ready!?"
Both competitors signalled to start.
"Let this first match of The Top 4… Begin!"
Sapa motioned to fist bump at match start, The Wolf held onto a smile and met it with good intentions.
You already know what happened.
GWONGG!
Yamcha broke out in an insane flourish, only barely making contact with the floor but still absolutely exploding in a backdash. Sapa stood with stoicism in the middle of the ring, waiting for the right moment to either block, parry, or perhaps even strike. Yamcha dashed in a few more whirlwind sprints, averting Sapa's attention all around.
"Yamcha's pace is blinding! This is exactly what he wants!"
Sapa looked everywhere before he finally found the right angle as Yamcha dashed in low, chest parallel with the tile.
FshFshFshWshWhufFufFshFshFshWushFufFwuwFuf~
The Wolf's claws slashed wildly at Sapa's guard as the brown man could barely hold it together. The absolute hurricane of offence blew the man's guard everywhere but the right place to block. Yamcha landed clean with a right palm, sending Sapa crashing into the tile.
WHOKK! Thmm!
"Whoa! You saw it here first! The Ex-Titan doesn't want to go down in the 1st again! One!"
Sapa got onto his right knee, blinking and seeing stars.
"You alright, Kid?"
"...I think so…"
"Good, we got a long road ahead of us."
Yamcha paced around the ring, hands on his hips as he eyed his opponent animalistically.
"Two!"
Sapa brushed off the remaining damage and fixed his gi by pulling on the vest and straightening it out.
"Three! Oh, wait~ he's up! Are you ready to continue!?"
Sapa spared Mic no mention, only giving the man a back-turned thumbs up.
"Let's~Go!"
The gong sounded as Yamcha and Sapa fought fiercely.
WHOKK! THUMM! SMAKK!
Sapa couldn't hold on, launched off his feet from every attack, only barely grinding to a halt on the tile thanks to Cala-Meite's fire stalling his momentum.
FWUOFF~
Yamcha hit a backhandspring upon the sight, measuring carefully with a raised brow.
"Is that fire!? An interesting match-up we have here today!"
"Fire?" Piccolo raised a brow as well.
Sapa charged with a furious intent, dashing off the tile like nobody's business. Yamcha saw right through it though, only raising the back of his left hand and walking forward into the brown man as he pivoted out of the way like a matador. Sapa smacked right into it and wiped out in a tailspin, dangerously close to the edge. Sapa's right calf dangled off the ring and hovered just barely above the grass.
"Down! Sapa's down again! One! How much longer can he hang on!? Two!"
The crowd started getting into it, running with the announcer's count.
"You good, Kid?"
"Yeah actually." Sapa replied as he looked at the somewhat dusty tile. "That didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would."
"Let's~Go!" Cala-Meite fired back with some heat.
"Three!"
"It was the reactions. I can feel it." Sapa looked down and clenched his fist.
"Four!"
"I'm stronger than at the start but I still don't have the reaction time necessary to see him coming. His speed is something else."
"Well I can't see it either, Kid. So you're probably gonna have to take a couple more on the mouth if you want to make any headway."
"Five!"
"I can do that." He responded with a wicked smile as he stood up tall.
"Six! He's up! And honestly, he don't look half bad either! Sapa!?"
He gave the thumbs up.
"Let's get it back underway! Fight!"
Sapa walked forward with swagger, Yamcha could tell he wasn't gonna give up.
"Okay~" He taunted, rotating his shoulders. "I guess I'll have to turn it up a bit. Didn't want to have to go hard against a newcomer."
"He wasn't trying?"
"Nope." Cala-Meite responded plainly. "I was afraid that was gonna happen, I'll try and get in his head with my Telepathy. If I can I'll try and see if I can get him to come in close and go for a hold or something."
Sapa nodded his head before The Wolf simply disappeared. The son of King Chappa looked all around before he finally sniped out Yamcha's angle to his right.
FSH!
"Whoa! Sapa dodged! The first time in this bout!"
"Perfect!" Cala-Meite yelled. "I couldn't ask for a better attack!"
Cala-Meite recalls a certain attack Yamcha performed at the 22nd Tenkaichi Budokai against Tien. He attempted a parry type of grapple on the arm of his opponent, latching onto Tien with several wolf claws as he made his way up to the side of his enemy's face.
WhapWhupWhopWhapWhapWhupWhop-WHOKK!
"Ohh! Yamcha connects clean after his barrage!"
Fsht!
Sapa touched the ground and hit his own backhandspring after the attack, coming right back in at The Wolf.
"But an even cleaner recovery by Sapa! Maybe it was just a slow start for the hopeful!"
Sapa came in close and stopped short to scope out the area.
"Perfect, Kid!"
Yamcha stuck out his arm in a moment of thoughtlessness encouraged by his unknown adversary.
Sapa wasted no time, grabbing onto the limb with a harsh grapple. Right arm on the wrist and left locked in around the bicep. Sapa turned and then:
WHAMM!
"Judo Throw! He's got Yamcha on the ground!"
"..."
WHOKK!
Yamcha's skillful kick-the-moon forced Sapa to forgo the hold and backpedal. A lone mark immediately bruised over on his forehead from the strike.
"Fuck~" Sapa whimpered through grit teeth as he put his hand on the area. "That… hurt…"
The Wolf hopped up and down, shaking his head a little bit.
"Why am I sweating so much?"
"Great job, Kid. We've got it in the bag."
"Really..?"
"Yup. We've got all the energy we need to put him away, the problem is next round. We'll need to steal again to be able to compete."
"I see."
"Spitfires can't regenerate Ki the same way other beings can. We can only steal and then it burns out. So let's finish this fight fast."
"Got it."
"I'm putting all our Chakras in your hands, Kid. Make sure not to waste it."
Sapa bounced up and down on the tile to shake out some of the nerves and damage. Piccolo and Krillin's eyes widened immensely, as they were paying the most attention.
"He's been holding back?"
"I..?" Is all Krillin had to say before the two in the ring clashed epically.
"What!?" Yamcha couldn't keep himself from crying out loud as small wisps of fire burned around the man's gi.
Sapa breathed out a single long exhale before gunning it right at The Wolf. Yamcha put his hands up and was pressured by a speed that was wholly unexpected at this juncture.
WHAPP! WHOKK!
The Wolf was on the defensive, looking for his escape angle after blocking two stiff roundhouses. His arms already line in red from the damage. Yamcha shook his head and looked down on the tile in frustration as the brown man continued his pressure.
"Why can't I dodge him!?" He thought through grit teeth as he was forced into another block.
Sweat began to swim down his forehead as he kept up his arms.
Wsht!
"Yamcha broke through! The Ex-Titan's not out yet! Oh! Sapa connects clean! I spoke too soon!'
The Wolf rolled with the punches, cartwheeling on the tile and springing to life as quick as possible, making a mad dash at his adversary.
WHAMM!
Sapa bounced back a little bit having been lifted off the floor from the back of Yamcha's wolf claw, blood drawn from his cheek.
"Kehhh~" Yamcha breathed out harshly. "What is with me today? Don't tell me I'm gonna lose in the first fucking round again."
Yamcha's vision started to fade and that's exactly what happened as Sapa slammed a killer knee strike right on the nose of the hapless and unaware wolf.
"You've got to be joking! Yamcha is knocked out of bounds and subsequently out of the tournament! This marks Yamcha's 5th time losing in the 1st round!"
Yamcha groaned and mumbled incoherently on the outside grass, stumbling over himself and falling over again. Before long he just fell asleep.
"Since this bracket is only three matches, this means that Sapa advances to grand finals! The 1st rounder last tournament has a shot at becoming the 25th Tenkaichi Budokai champion!"