Yo! Son Goku and friends! Cell Saga (Chapter 3)
Goku VS Tien
Objective: It's pretty clear!
"Goku~" Tien said with a smile, left hand clasped over his closed right fist. "I've been waiting a long time for our third match in the ring."
"Same here! Gosh! It's been too long!"
"Those bouts on the ship didn't count!"
"Here I was thinking the same thing! Huh-Hah!"
"I want to win this time but I'm not gonna make any foolish assumptions like I did at the 23rd."
"Good." Goku responded as he stretched his legs out on the tile. "That's what prevented your win last time. I was still stronger but that overconfidence got the better of you."
"Hmph!" Tien closed his eyes and smirked wide, walking forward with his left hand outstretched. "I'm looking forward to it."
"Me too."
"These two men have a lot of respect for each other! This will be their third time facing off in the ring! There's no telling who will come out on top this match! Their official record in this tournament is 1-1! This is so exciting! Are you ready!?"
The crowd popped loudly as Goku and Tien entered their respective stances.
WHUMPP!
Tien smiled one last time before it was wiped away as his leg pierced the air then slammed onto the tile, a stoic demeanor returning to The Crane. Goku gyrated back and forth, loosey goosey in his low turtle hermit stance.
"Let the last match of the first round~ Begin!"
Goku took the first move, running on the tile in a distinctly human fashion. That being that everyone could still clearly see him. Tien furrowed his brow and looked for any oddities.
There weren't any.
Tien shifted his head and his third eye went to work trying to find any degree of foolery or subterfuge.
Wsh!
He dodged clean to the outside as Goku whiffed a right straight clean.
"I'm thinking too hard."
Wsh! FshWshWoosh!
"Here it is folks! Tien's characteristic flurries! Those jabs are lethal!"
Sapa watched on carefully, leaning his back against that of the machine hallway. Tien landed a forearm bunt clean on the chest forcing Goku to backpedal.
"HuuuuuuuAGHHHH!"
WHOKK!
"Whoa! What a hit!" Mic absolutely screamed into the mic as Tien landed a full-commit banger of side kick complete with a step-in.
Goku backflipped off nothing as he neared the fans.
"Yes!"
"Kyaaaa~"
"Sign my yearbook!"
"Huh-Hah!" Goku laughed out before Tien pressured him right above the crowd.
"This is exactly why I come to this tournament!"
The two threw hundreds of blows in such little time, wind embellishing and brushing into the crowd, forcing some of them around in their seats as Goku and Tien rose into the air. Tien got the better of it as they eclipsed the sun.
WHAMM!
The Crane landed an epic right chop at Goku's throat causing a wild plummet to the tile. Goku caught it just in time, a huge gust of air accompanying the landing as Tien attempted to take his foe's head off with a right knee lunge from the sky. The kai student saw the man coming, jumping up in the air and readying for the characteristic back thrust kick. Tien saw it as well, forgoing his offence and just electric sliding off the air instead as he limboed under the attack. Tien committed to the low limbo, flipping and bending out into a starfish formation while upside down, kicking his legs out and pointing his right index at the grass.
"Dodon Ray!"
Goku front rolled in a clean movement over the thin yellow line, dodging the move with such grace that forced the crowd into a cheer.
"The athleticism from both competitors is just insane! That attack was gonna land clean had Goku not dodged it!"
Tien practically disappeared from above the grass and then appeared back in front of Goku for pressure.
"Not to mention that Tien fired that beam while upside down!"
Tien and Goku fired at each other with no hesitation, throwing bombs and jabs all the same. Tien caught Goku on the mouth but then Goku caught Tien right back. The brother won the exchange thanks to a lethal left knee that Goku hiked up enough to smash into The Crane's chin.
"Eh~heh…" Tien grunted out as he backpedaled, arms flailing unintentionally.
Goku followed up with a brutal elbow at the chest.
"Reh!" Tien let out dumbly.
"KAIOOO-Ken!"
The attack was relentless, hundreds of jabs all around the midsection, sneaking through the guard countless times, one right shovel hook at the ribs, a left straight at the mouth, another knee at the face. Goku's attack was full force, walking The Crane dangerously close to the edge of the arena before the unthinkable happened. Goku manhandled Tien's neck, hopping up with him and blasting a hand-of-god Kiai blast to force his friend onto the stone pathway leading to the arena.
"Are you kidding me!? TienShinhan just lost in the 1st round and I'm not sure so much as a minute has passed! Record time for the crane school student!"
"Wow~" Tien laughed it off, grabbing the top of his head with a smile.
"Huh-Hah!"
Goku helped him off the path with a hand and smiled brightly as Tien stood above him.
"Damn, how'd you do that so easily?"
"Well I was thinking that I should probably go all out cause I think I'd lose a war of attrition against you. I went for the ring-out because on King Kai's planet you didn't seem to take the Ki Blast Defence all that seriously. I bet Piccolo or Yamcha wouldn't have gotten ringed out by that."
Tien looked down and nodded with some seriousness.
"I see… I'll need to remember that for next time."
"I'm looking forward to it."
"Heh. Well… don't lose to that new guy, that'd be embarrassing."
"Why would it be embarrassing?"
"..."
"..."
"My bad." Tien said sheepishly as he turned back around and walked towards the tournament hall, passing through the mechanical hallway.
Sapa was there, waiting as always with an outstretched hand.
"You did good."
"Nah, it was pretty pathetic. Goku showed me up in a big way, I really need to try a lot harder than I did today."
Tien didn't meet his hand, only brushing it aside as he walked past. Sapa turned on a dime and grabbed the triclops' shoulder.
"..?"
"You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."
"I'm not."
"..."
"I know what I'm capable of and man was that not it." Tien said one final time coldly as he jerked away from the brown competitor.
Sapa laughed as the three eyed man left, entering the hallway. He stepped back outside to the announcer prepping the audience for the final match.
"There's a reason we start early now, folks! It's almost 6 o'clock! We've got another 30 minute reprieve until the final match gets underway!"
Sapa walked the line slowly and settled in the middle of the ring, looking up at the now ever so slightly sun-stained sky. White clouds passing through the mostly blue air above.
Goku VS Sapa
Objective: Win the 25th Tenkaichi Budokai!
"Well I guess I got nothing else to do." Gohan shrugged his shoulders as he turned on the TV in his parents room, bouncing little Goten up and down as he flipped over to the channel broadcasting The 25th Budokai.
"Ladies and gentlemen this match is the last to determine the champion of the 25th Tenkaichi Budokai's Top 4! These four are the strongest competition the world has to offer! On the left we have Son Goku! This will be his fourth Grand Finals showing in the history of the tournament! This man has been in more Grand Finals than any other contestant! Despite that he has yet to procure a single tournament victory!"
The uproar was deafening, cheering and holding up signs for the young father. Goku just laughed like always as he scratched the back of his head.
"On the right we have Sapa! This man is the eldest son of King Chappa! He won the 20th Budokai! The tournament just before Goku and his friends started entering the fray! This is a match-up for the record books as even hardcore fans probably don't know what I'm about to say as this is insider info!"
The crowd leaned in deep, enthralled by Mic's control over the mic.
"Goku in both the 22nd And 23rd Budokai, sent King Chappa himself packing in the preliminary rounds!"
"What!?"
"OH MY GOD!"
"So that's why!"
"There's a reason why The King wasn't in attendance! It's not that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't! Even as a youngster Goku was strong enough to force the man who developed The 8 Arms Technique out of the runnings!"
"My dad did what?" Gohan asked out loud, raising a brow. "Is this for real? I knew my dad was strong but he was beating up full grown men as a kid? He's cracked."
"This is a match of fate! Sapa has to reclaim his family's honour and martial artistry here today! There is only one thing left to do now and that is fight!"
"YEAHHHHHH!"
"Are you ready!?"
Sapa nodded deeply, Goku gave a big cheesy smile and a thumbs up.
"Let the final match of The 25th Tenkaichi Budokai~ Begin!"
Piccolo looked at the door behind him to see Yamcha walk through wearing a pained expression.
"You okay, Champ?"
"Nah. I fuckin' suck." Is all he said as he put his arms over the rails and looked down at the arena in a mixed state.
"Mongrel."
"I don't want to hear i-"
"Shut the fuck up and pay attention. Krillin and I are rushing the match if it swings against Goku's favour."
"Wha..?"
"We have reason to believe he has evil intentions and has been stealing the lifeforce of competitors."
"What are you..?"
Krillin finally spoke to ease the tension.
"If Tien walks through that hall with less than 60,000 battle power we know that somehow, someway, Sapa has been thieving energy from the competitors all day."
"..."
Piccolo crossed his arms and spoke as Yamcha sort of 'woke up' as it were.
"Both Spike, and you seemed less than stellar during your matches. Spike walked out of the tournament hall looking like dog shit even though he was the clear favourite to win. Sapa's been mysteriously absent and then walking out of the hallway with more and more battle power each time."
Yamcha's eyes widened, intrigued.
"I thought he was just better at hiding his battle power than us but it looks like Bulma's machines are as accurate as ever. Even when at rest they still predict the top end of our capabilities. Krillin and I entered the hall during one of the rest periods to test and~"
"We couldn't get less than 10,000 chopped off either of us."
Yamcha then turned his head to Piccolo as the pair kept pingponging his attention.
"I don't think he realises that he's not hiding it very well. He keeps emanating a stronger aura each time he comes in contact with the enemy."
"We broke it down, I think he has to come in contact with skin for it to work. We'll test the theory by paying attention to when and if Goku gets hit by big attacks this match."
"Our first big cause for concern was the fact that I couldn't catch Any thoughts with my Telepathy which means he's inherently resistant or can use it himself and is actively blocking me."
"Damn…"
"We'll need you for back up and if it gets worse I'll try and snag Raditz. I have no idea where his Mongrel ass is at though."
Yamcha now looked on with concern for his friend's health rather than the self-pity he held just moments ago. Two spectators gabbed on and on as the match began.
"Man the storyline keeps getting better and better. Hope they don't drop the ball on it at the 26th. They didn't use much of the pyrotechnics this year."
"I hope so too, this stuff is clearly rigged but that doesn't stop if from being awesome!"
Tien walked out of the mechanical hall, shaking his head from what looked to be a bout of dizziness.
"Phuu~"
"I think that's all I need." Piccolo answered as he watched the three eyed man's numbers display on the screen.
"I'm not moving down there until there's a good reason." Krillin interjected quickly. "This is still a tournament."
"He's a danger to you, Goku, everyone else here. I don't see a reason to wait around."
"We're not making the move yet."
"..."
Krillin and Piccolo stared off dramatically while standing on the balcony as Goku and Sapa finally went at it.
"They're in it now! No one is gonna stop them from finishing this match!"
Goku came in with some heat, clearing the gap between them in a single dash leading with a snappy left backfist that smacked Sapa right on the nose.
"Huh-Hah!"
Fsht! Wsha~
They tied up not once, but twice as Sapa grabbed Goku's limbs and parried them with a wristlock hold on each hand. Goku broke free with ease, backdashing and forcefully releasing the hold.
"Okay!" Goku cheerily called out as he hopped around the arena with joy.
"Goku's not one to be fussed! If anything he's happy to have a competitive match!"
The kai student dashed in with another blitz, slamming a gut punch deep into the midsection.
"Gawhh~" Sapa gasped for breath as he lifted into the air.
"I gotchu, Kid!" Cala-Meite called out as he took over completely, a new look in Sapa's eyes that locked with Goku's.
"Huh..?" He asked genuinely as Sapa seemed to be completely unharmed from the strike, smacking him with a righteous left elbow at the teeth.
WHOKK!
"Ohhhhh! One for one! This match is heating up!"
Goku blinked a few times, curiously. Hopping up and down and patting at his gi with a raised brow.
"Am I missing something?" He asked out loud, not really to anyone else but himself before Sapa struck.
Whuf!
"Nothing but air! Goku's known for his strange fake-out maneuvers!"
WshWushFsh!
Goku dipped under the jabs Sapa started with, punishing with a mean left roundhouse at the nape.
DMM!
"Whoa! That had to hurt!"
"Who's this new guy?" Oolong raised a brow and subsequently his drink. "He shouldn't be giving Goku trouble but I feel like our boy here is trudging through mud right now."
"Don't say things like that, Oolong! You'll curse him!"
"Hey, I'm not tha one fighting him."
Goku came in and landed a brutal combination of punches that backed Sapa away to the edge of the ring. The son of King Chappa held the line and attempted a judo throw to the outside. Goku countered with an incredible display of athleticism, catching and landing on the air and then attempting to sling Sapa back over in a two-piece of judo arm drags. Sapa stopped the momentum of Goku's attempt as fire spouted from around the man's ankles.
FWUOFF~
It was loud.
"Fire!? Sapa's here for a reason! You can't get to The Top 4 without a reason!"
"There we go!" One of the two men in the audience cheered, raising his beer glass, almost spilling it on the long blonde hair of his friend.
"I was waiting for this!"
Goku's eyes widened in intrigue as doubt and exhaustion crept in slowly. Sapa kept his arm locked tight but Goku wouldn't have it, rearing his right arm back and absolutely blasting Sapa in the face with a monstrous Kiai.
Pa-POKK!
"Damn! Okay!" He yelled back in a voice that was distinctly not Sapa's own.
Goku just raised a brow before Sapa came right back and dropkicked Goku in the stomach, propelling the force with a huge, enormous gout of fire from his back and head.
"Oh my gosh!" Mic screamed mostly out of fear. "Sapa almost just burnt the spectators alive!"
"YEAHHHHHHH!" They cheered with reckless abandon.
Goku caught the tile in a skillful roll of his hands as sweat swam down his frame. The kai student said nothing but his eyes told the story without words. Sapa landed dramatically and cracked his neck as his facial features warped back to normalcy in a bizarre shaking of the head.
Piccolo gave one look to Krillin.
Fsh! Wsht-Fwof!
"Huh!? It looks like previous contestants of The Budokai are just outside the ring! Now this match is technically still legal but until one of these outsiders~" Mic was not necessarily interrupted but was clearly caught off guard by the fact that both Piccolo and Krillin just walked right onto the tile. "~Makes contact with either competitor, it's an automatic disqualification!"
"Huh!?"
"Whoa~"
"This match is about to be crazy."
"A run in!?" The other guy was wearing a brown press cap as he raised his hands and bear high into the air.
"It's just getting good." The blonde man with the low ponytail replied in a distinctly squeaky and non-threatening voice.
"Guys, this is my match." Goku pointed to Sapa, wearing a matter-of-fact facial expression.
"Goku. This guy has been stealing everyone's life force." Piccolo ushered in coldly, the wind hitting his cape dramatically as he relayed the information. "Krillin, Yamcha, and I felt your energy levels drop the whole fight and not in the traditional way, much sharper declines."
"Hmm. I thought something was up."
"Goku."
"Please."
"Thought so."
"Let me finish this match."
"Did you not just see what Sapa just did?" Piccolo fired back immediately. "He doesn't care. He'll harm the fans if he needs to."
It struck a chord and Goku nodded deeply.
"You're right."
Sapa said nothing, waiting it out from across the ring.
"Wow!" Mic yelled as Piccolo tore off his cloak and turban while the rest took on their stances. Tien shrugged and entered the ring as well. "I think they~ I think they don't care if Goku's disqualified!"
"Sapa!" Krillin yelled with such intense volume it hushed the crowd and the announcer. The small man ruffled through his gi and produced a wallet.
Sapa raised a brow as did most everyone in the audience.
"I wonder if I can do this..?" Piccolo thought to himself as he eyed the crowd. "Ahh~ what am I saying?" He pondered. "I'm thinking about it backwards. I don't connect them to Krillin, I project Krillin's thoughts outward." He reinforced the statement and let Krillin's speech reach out to the audience.
"I'm with the West City Police Department! You're under arrest for Conspiracy to win the Budokai unlawfully, Embezzlement of life-force energy, Disorderly Conduct, and Assaulting a police officer! You didn't think I noticed, did you?" He finished the last line with a smirk.
"Are you... kidding me..?" He asked with a shaky disposition, the voice of someone who definitely didn't think this was gonna happen today.
"I Can Not Be-Lieve It! Two-time semi-finalist Krillin is here to make an arrest during the grand finals of The 25th Tenkaichi Budokai! This is a first in the long history of The World Martial Arts Tournament!"
"This shit is hype!" The two goofballs in the stands broke out in hysterics.
"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can or will be used against you in a court of law~"
Sapa was crushed, everything seemed so smooth up until now. This was his chance and it seemed out of grasp. Cala-Meite had never been more excited in his entire life, possibly spurred on by the over 100 years spent locked in that jar.
"YEHSSS!" FWUOFFFFFFF~
"Who-hoa!"
"Good job boys! You found me out!" Cala-Meite yelled as he broke out of Sapa like a second layer.
Everyone stared in awe at the fire before it quickly retreated inside Sapa's body. The brown man's body jived and juked as his facial structure changed once again. Sapa clapped once, loudly.
"That's what I'm talking about!"
Finally, the mask was removed and Sapa's hair started to catch fire. The top of his head, his goatee and eyebrows were lit ablaze as the Spitfire took control. His brown muscles grew in size and The Z Fighters finally felt the full impact of the man's ki. Sapa's muscles popped one last time as he cackled wildly. His deep white gi turned into a blood red and his previously red belt switched to white, swapping the colour pallets. The man brushed his left thumb under his nose and walked forward with moviestar swagger.
"Let's get to it."
"I don't know what to say folks! This is beyond... "
WHOKK!
"My expertise…"
Winds reverberated out as Goku and Sapa clashed in the middle of the ring. Krillin kicked off the air and landed on the brown man's right forearm.
"I hate to do this but the winner by default and way of outside help... Sapa is the new champion of The 25th Tenkaichi Budokai! Whoa!"
The Z Fighters VS Cala-Meite
Objective: Protect the peace! Goku just lost the tournament after all, not many other goals!
Krillin backed up with a spirited dash and examined the arena. Everyone was still enthralled.
WSHT~WHAPP!
Yamcha drew the line of his frame and smacked Sapa on the neck with a brutal left roundhouse from behind, forcing the brown man to stumble to the right. Piccolo appeared on the left and rebounded with another left leg. Sapa expertly caught on burning away the Green Man's gi pants and latching on with a harsh grapple.
"Gah!" Piccolo cried as he retracted it in a swerving zipline motion, forcing the hold loose.
Sapa smiled wickedly as his frame grew brighter, it was as if he were a bronze god doused in oil. Tien dashed in deep and went to town with the crane jabs.
"No wait..!?
WshWshtFwafFwuFuSwushSwshSh~
Sapa expertly parried and glided along the arms of The Crane, stealing everything on offer, the effect hit quick and Tien was out of it in no time at all.
"What..?" He questioned aloud as he soon lost balance.
Cala-Meite is in full control, he doesn't have to use Sapa as a catalyst for casting. It is sucked in even faster with him at the helm instead of the background.
Tien fell to the floor only to be brutalised by a godlike soccer kick in the abdomen. Tien whited out on the tile as he was pulverised by a tornado roundhouse follow-up. The Wolf came in with a flurry touched on all the same as Sapa palmed the claws. Piccolo dashed in deep right beside his rival. Krillin took the moment to process.
"How do we get rid of this guy if we can't attack him?"
Piccolo and Goku pulled in close and tried to fire off offence as Yamcha stumbled to the side as well.
"Damn~ I'm not supposed to connect like that." Yamcha breathed out heavily. "I gotta strike him with my legs I... guess."
Goku and Piccolo did just that, throwing acrobatic and quite frankly stunning cheerleader-esque kick combinations. Jumping over and jiving through one another to deliver hard to predict angles.
"Eat this!" Yamcha yelled as he fired up a blue blaze. "KameyamehHA!"
Piccolo and Goku leaped out of the way but instead of evading or defending all Sapa did was stick his hand out. The blue aura warped and then bolstered his already big flames even higher, lighting them blue for a brief moment before returning to their original orange hue.
"Thanks!" He said with a toothy smile. "HyahahahaHaaaaaaaaaa~"
"No way…" He fell back onto his butt with a look of fear in his eyes.
"What a development! Sapa couldn't even hold out to Tien for a whole minute three years ago and look at him now! He's taking on all of Goku's allies in this after-tournament altercation!"
Yellow arcs of electricity sparked on Piccolo's antennae as he stuck his right palm deep into the tile, cracking it. He ziplined towards Sapa only to be cutoff at the pass with a threatening knee strike that knocked The Demon's head skyward. Piccolo grit his teeth and followed through however, slamming in a hook at Sapa's ribs and blasting the electricity straight on the chest of his foe. Sapa smiled as he sucked it into his body. The hit still registered clean though as his body shook from the punch. Sapa then landed with a rustic martial arts flair, stomping on the ground and attempting a flourishing left elbow.
Piccolo was almost frozen in time from the knee blow as Goku rushed in to cover. Tien picked himself off the ground and crawled a bit. The brother dashed in low and then blitzed with a jumping thrust kick right at the throat. Sapa caught the boot but it still blasted his hand back, there was some pain but Sapa still smiled as aura wisped around and then sucked into his bruised hand, healing it. Goku turned with the momentum and delivered his iconic back thrust kick. The attack sent Sapa across the tile.
WHUMPP! Skweeeeeeeeeeeeeee~
"Wait a minute." Krillin thought to himself as he saw Goku collapse onto one knee. "Is he stealing ki? Just ki? I think Goku was using Ki Sourcing right there."
Tien stood up tall and shook off a bit of the nerves.
"I think it's just ki."
Tien reacted like a champion, dodging the lightspeed elbow strike at his forehead only to be caught lacking by the karate style guarded punch from the waistline. Tien was thrust across the arena and crashed into the battle power hallway ruining all the circuitry and giving out in a flash.
Goku yelled and dashed like a madman but was intercepted with ease, as Sapa parried Goku's lead left roundhouse, spinning him around and catching him in a chokehold. The flames burned especially bright and high as the brown man kicked out the brother's right knee and locked it in.
Cala-Meite had already expended a lot of ki. Spitfires are powerful but in an uncontrolled environment like Earth, their powers actually run out faster. In Hell a Spitfire would lose no ki passively existing but not on Earth.
"Don't Moooooooove~" Sapa taunted. "I got your boy's neck right here!" He reiterated as he forced his arm tighter around the throat. "One step and I've got me some steak!"
"This is dire folks!"
"Oh my gosh!"
"Don't worry, they pulled this crap at the 23rd."
"21st too, don't forget that."
"Bruh what are you talking about?"
"22nd too."
"Fuck it, I think the ring was destroyed everytime except for the 24th."
"This tournament destruction storyline is getting played out, how many times have they mock-destroyed the venue? I'm staying right here."
"Oh wow, they're actually gonna blow up the arena again. How many times is that, Puar?"
"I think the fourth." He answered, counting on his small blue cat paw.
Before Cala-Meite could lock it in any further Piccolo snatched Goku right up with a whipping claw arm that forced the hold open, setting Goku on his knees right beside him, cracking his thick green neck.
"Tempers are flaring today, folks! It's an all-out brawl here in the aftermath of The 25th Tenkachi Budokai!"
Piccolo charged up a bit of yellow energy between his pointer and middle finger, pointing it at his chest and subsequently getting wrapped head to toe in bandages. He rotated his shoulders and stepped forward gallantly.
"Tch~" Sapa exclaimed loudly with a wicked smile. "You're pretty good, you know that? I didn't think you'd catch on so easily."
Piccolo and Sapa clashed in the middle of the ring as Krillin went to go fetch Tien and Yamcha met up with Goku. Their fists clashed and winds blew out each direction as they maintained a furious pace. The Wolf stood the brother on his feet and just asked plainly.
"What do we do?"
"..." Goku didn't have an answer. "Well if we can't hit him or use ki what can we do? … The Power Pole!"
Yamcha's eyes widened at the statement as Chi-Chi scaled the wall and walked on the grass with some determination in her steps, holding a single capsule tightly onto her chest.
"Who is that!? A spectator from the audience just entered the fray! Is that..? It is! Ladies and gentlemen, that is Chi-Chi from The 23rd Budokai!"
"Chi-Chi? It's dangerous here."
"I know that." She responded immediately, shaking her head. "I told you it'd be dangerous, you're the one that assured me it wouldn't be."
"S-horry." He chuckled out goofily as he let go of Yamcha and walked forward. "So what do you-"
"Here." She replied, sticking the capsule right onto his chest.
"What is it?"
"I thought just in case, if the tournament ever got called off like it did that one time you'd need this. Since you're not allowed to use weapons in the tournament."
Bom!
WHOKK! Skffffffffffffff~
Piccolo hit the tile and then the grass and then the stadium wall, denting it in at an unhealthy angle.
"You're the best." Goku said genuinely, meeting her eye line and kissing her deeply before turning around and flourishing The Power Pole like there was no tomorrow. "NIIIIIMBUS!"
Goku ran like a man possessed, dashing right at Sapa as he landed.
"Heh~" Sapa laughed. "You think I can't break a weapon like that?"
Goku spun around in a twirl presenting The Power Pole in a high roundhouse aimed at the temple. Sapa attempted to catch the staff but all it did was smack his palm hard and leave a red mark.
WHAPP!
"Gah! What the hell!?"
WHOKK!
It came back the other side, smacking the man's cheek and forcing his face towards the tile. Sapa shifted his feet to tighten his stance but it didn't work as Goku spun it like a fan and came with an upper hilt-type smash at the chin. Sapa finally iron-gripped the staff much to his any-moment-now dismay.
"Power Pole Extend!"
It caught him right in the adam's apple and sent him packing, absolutely upheaving the structural integrity of the tournament hall.
KA-KOMMM!
Goku wasn't finished.
"Haaaaaaaaaaa~" He screamed throatily as he raised his target from the ashes, high into the sky and then slamming him down on the grass right in front of the spectators.
"Kyaaaaaa~"
"I want to have your babies, Goku!"
"He always delivers, bruh. This dude go crazy."
The Nimbus finally arrived and Goku sniped out the exact moment, hopping into the air, zooming, towards his opponent and then hitting a gainer off the cloud before shifting the pole under Sapa's chest and blasting him with an upwards lift.
SMACKK!
"Grrrr~"
FWUOFF~
Goku cut off Sapa's exit with another banger of a hit, wrapping around his backside like a hula hoop and sending the staff onto Sapa's shoulder blades. The hit forced the brown man towards the grass again but Goku jumped into the air, posing for a dropkick as The Nimbus speed behind him and pushed him forwards with blinding speed, Nimbus themself was so fast however that it caught and repelled Sapa before he could be launched into the arena, pingponging Goku's enemy off its cloudy body. Goku backflipped off the dropkick and landed a hand-of-god hit with the staff as he came over the top of his head and smashed the staff into Sapa's dome, sending him packing and breaking up a sizable chunk of the ring.
Goku looked to continue the combo but Sapa had enough as the brother winded up his hit. His orange flame lit ablaze and he caught The Power Pole raw.
"I've had it!" He yelled, swinging Goku around like a ragdoll and throwing him off the staff with a weighty shrug towards the sky.
Goku broke out into an acrobatic starfish before The Nimbus swept him off his feet and back towards the ground.
"Thanks, Nimbus."
Try as he might, Sapa could not break or bend the staff.
TONGG! TWONKK!
"What is this thing made of!?"
"He looks like he's trying to break Goku's weapon! Sapa seems to be having great trouble doing so however!"
The brown man was forced into another release as Piccolo's long arms snatched the staff with a whip and a crack, dropping it off in Goku's hands.
Wshh~Tta!
"Thanks, Piccolo."
"Tcheh." He scoffed bitterly, shaking his head. "Leave it to Son Goku to do what four grown men couldn't do by himself."
"When you say it like that, Huh-Hah!"
Piccolo cricked his neck on both sides, spawning dark grey martial arts wraps over his hands. He sent the clothes beam Tien's way as well as he walked into the frey, as well as Krillin.
"Thanks..?"
"We'll need every advantage we can get."
"What about me?" Yamcha asked pettily, hands on his hips.
Piccolo spawned a rustic grey baseball bat and handed it off to the Ex-Titan.
"Maybe this is more your speed?"
Yamcha just smiled like a goof, nodding his head and swinging the bat to gauge its weight.
"Perfect." He called out as he swung a powerful air-whooshing follow-through.
Goku and Piccolo rushed in with matched timing until Piccolo led ahead and baited out a reaction from Sapa. The brown man launched into the air and sent out a blaze of red flames as he went. Goku hopped on his trusty orange cloud to follow up but was shot at with a knee strike from nothing. Goku dodged easily to the outside with The Nimbus. Tien attempted to cover but it wasn't enough as Sapa lit ablaze truly this time.
"You know what!? I'll use it all!" He screamed as the fire grew sky high, familiar red arcs of electricity sprouting around him.
Sapa dashed off the air and landed a thrust kick at the throat, draining a potent amount from Tien before the triclops fired back, a high left crane kick at the chin. Sapa shrugged it off and elbowed Tien back down to the grass, plummeting The Crane.
WHUMPP! Whufff~
"That was a heavy hit for Tien! Sapa looks even more powerful than he did just moments earlier!"
Piccolo rushed in low but faked committing as he rounded the outside to meet level with the brown man's flank. Sapa averted his positioning and maintained eyes on the Green Man just as Yamcha dashed wildly off the ground rearing back his grey weapon.
"Batter up!"
Whapp!
But Sapa caught it nonetheless. Krillin met right behind Yamcha and blasted a pocket of Kiai at the man's hold, releasing his friend's weapon from Sapa's grasp. The Wolf came right back with the bat, smashing it into Sapa's teeth and forcing him high into the air. Goku hopped off The Nimbus, parallel with his cloud as he stared down at the beaten up ring.
"Power Pole Extend!" He cried as the red staff elongated unnaturally.
Vyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~ FWOUFFFFF~
Sapa's flames sprouted all around as he weaved the staff easily. Goku prepared for this, running the length of the weapon like a tightrope before jumping up and superman punching Sapa with a brutal right hand, his flames grew brighter upon contact as Goku winced a bit. Sapa continued flying, breaking out with some fire before Piccolo pressured from above, sending kick after kick at the man's dome. The blows came with such power and speed that it sounded off like machinegun fire.
"I can't believe what I'm seeing! Sapa's holding off five competitors at the same time! I hesitate to say that he's winning but he's really not all that worse for wear!"
Yamcha came in from below as Piccolo piled on the pressure only to be denied as a voice yelled out loudly.
"Sapa! I got the green one! He's all you!" The fire segmented into an actual body instead of just blazing out of the man's hair, bringing Sapa's facial features back to normalcy.
Piccolo was forced to bring his hands up when the sweltering blaze started to really singe and scorch his frame.
FWUOFFFFFFFFF~
"Grrrrrrr~" Piccolo grunted as he crossed his arms and backed off into the aether.
Sapa caught the baseball bat, parried it to the outside and slammed a killer right palm into The Wolf's cheek. Cala-Meite provided the perfect backup, spouting out a righteous gout of fire to send off Sapa like a rocket, plummeting the man to the ground before Yamcha even got there, landing on the grass and then propelling into a lethal left knee lift. The Wolf was smacked into next week and then into the tournament hall, breaking up the venue even more.
"Good thing we've got things like that covered in the deal now!"
"We're not out of the woods yet, Kid." Cala-Meite warned as Tien stepped in and met eyes with the Spitfire and Krillin locked eyes with Sapa.
Tien hit the pose and two extra arms sprouted out of nothing before he dashed in deep. Krillin met his timing and just waited it out from the front with arm raised. Cala-Meite met the arms head on, absorbing them right into his frame.
"Damn!" Tien cried immediately. "I keep making the wrong moves!"
"Yes!" Cala-Meite excitedly cackled before retreating and then lighting Sapa's hair ablaze once more as he attempted to hit the small police officer.
Whoosh!
It didn't work.
Tien came in for one last attempt only to be snuffed out by a chop at the neck with his right and then a following left chop to double up. Tien crashed hard into the floor and breathed out heavily. Piccolo forwent even pressuring or assisting at this point, crossing his arms and observing from above. Goku flew down with the weight of the world, just barely missing with his herculean Power Pole swing. The Saiyan landed on the floor in a front roll checking his surroundings and then dashing skillfully, his back turned to Sapa.
WHAPP! WhufFuf-WHOKK!
"Damn it!" Sapa cried as his left eyebrow drew blood from the smack, he attempted to clap back but was snuffed out by the pillowy insides of The Nimbus.
Goku spun The Power Pole in an insanely quick gyration around his neck, looping it and connecting on the other eyebrow, forcing him to step to the outside. Goku caught his footing in a double back, smashing the end of The Power Pole right onto Sapa's nose. He reared the red weapon back one last time with the epic motion of a battering ram before slamming it into his gut. Sapa coughed up spit, blood, fire and the like as he keeled over from the pain.
"Now I don't mean this as disrespect, I would never demean my opponent. But you won't win against me taking the easy way out."
Sapa locked eyes with Goku, a literal and physical fire in his eyes as his foe spoke.
"Your power is not your own and wasn't gotten through the painstaking effort of training every single day to sharpen your skills. I can sense that your power is actually greater than mine."
Everyone looked on as Goku posed in a low stance with his red staff, aimed right at Sapa.
"But that doesn't matter. I'm more skilled than you are, you will never beat me by taking shortcuts."
"..."
Sapa didn't speak back immediately so Goku stood up tall, standing The Power Pole next to him and brandishing a wide smile.
"Shut your fucking… MOUTH!" The flames receded into his being as Sapa himself spoke loudly to the man in front of him. "You don't get to lecture me! You don't know how hard I've fucking worked day in and day out for over 20 years! You don't know what it's like to put your all into something and some jackass puts your efforts to shame while laughing about it!"
Sparking!
Goku was struck cold as he stared at the livid eyes of a man clearly Not possessed. The relationship was symbiotic, not parasitic. Sapa roared bloody murder and dashed off the burnt and broken tile of the ring. Krillin dashed out as Goku dashed in.
FWOOFF~
Sapa ducked clean, right under the swing of the red staff. He then caught the rebound, strong arming it in the gap of his armpit, kicking Goku in the stomach and bending him over.
"Gah~"
"Goku!" Krillin cried as Sapa tackled the younger brother to the ground and laid over him in a domineering choke, left knee on the man's pectorals and both hands clasped tightly around the front of the neck.
FWOFF~
Cala-Meite came bursting out of Sapa's back, pointing at the rest of the group.
"Don't you dare move an inch!"
Everyone tried their best to stay still and think of their next move.
"Goku!" Chi-Chi screeched from the stands.
"Stay~" He reached out his hand.
Chi-Chi couldn't look away but it was still a horrid scene to behold for the woman.
"Screw it!" Krillin shouted loudly, turning his back to Sapa.
Sapa and likewise, Cala-Meite, raised a brow and then looked at each other before resuming their considered gaze at the small police officer. Krillin fired a line of thin arrows into the air, ki blast after ki blast. Piccolo raised a brow as well.
"What is he..? Doing?" He questioned as the blasts didn't stop firing.
Krillin roared out loud as the last of his reserves shot into the air, his right hand a steamy tomato red from the gassed out maneuver.
"Crap!" Cala-Meite instinctively shouted in an inner voice, catching the attention of Sapa.
"What?"
"Watch this!" Krillin yelled as he turned on a dime, sweating from exhaustion but still pushing through it regardless. "Sorry Goku!"
TpTupTpDpDmpTmpTupTupDupTupTpDpTupDupTupDmpTmp! FWUOFFFF~
"Stop!" Cala-Meite yelled feverishly just before Krillin came crashing through the fire and flames. With no ki to dissuade the inferno, Krillin was burnt to a crisp by the orange blitz.
FWUOFFFFFFFFFF~KrrrrrrrrACKK! FOOSH! WHAMPP! Dwerrrrrrrrrr~
Krillin took the searing inferno flames like a champ to deliver a mean hail-mary dropkick right on Sapa's face. The brown man flew for a loop, crashing into the stadium wall and causing the upper lip balcony to droop a little.
"What?"
"Hehhh~" Krillin breathed in and out harshly to catch his breath, letting out words here and there to the rest of the group. "He doesn't steal… life~ only ki…"
"How could I be so fucking stupid~" Piccolo rolled his eyes and shook his head with a smile.
"I took a chance and it looks like I was right... can't steal anything if we... don't have it~ Gah~ Piccolo!" He locked eyes with The Demon and pointed at his own temple.
Piccolo nodded and sent out an olive branch of Telepathy to the group.
"I think the reason everyone felt so out of it was because ki is a part of our physicality meaning that we get tired when we use it. That's why we felt so woozy, it's like he was draining our life force but only really tangentially. Piccolo and I got it backwards, we thought they were lethargic because he was draining their life and not that he was draining ki which left them lethargic. Everyone who got hit by him only felt a brief lapse in their energy, not a full on decline."
"Nice!" Yamcha yelped as he got to his feet, zipping across the venue and back onto the tile.
Sapa got up from the hit, brushing his left wrist across his bruised jaw. His hair lit aflame one final time as he stepped forward with some regality.
"Bravo boys!" He clapped with certainty. "No really, bravo! I mean it, not even in a facetious way."
Goku let his guard down again, standing across from the man with his trademark sincerity.
"You win." He bowed with grace and then exited Sapa's body with a flourish.
Everyone entered their guard but all Cala-Meite did was float there in the open.
"Well? Don't one of you know The Evil Containment Wave? All five of you are way stronger than that coot Mutaito!"
"No way…" Tien called out as he stood. "You're from the legend?"
"The one and the same."
Roshi fell back onto the wood floor of his house, his sunglasses falling off.
"Master!" Turtle yelped as Roshi just about blew a gasket.
"I can't hope to defeat you now, I would just be body hopping until you all got exhausted and I ran out of Chakra. I'd maybe win that exchange but it wouldn't be very likely."
"What?"
"I heard you boys, your Telepathy's~" He shook his fiery head and made a wavery flatline gesture with his right hand. "Okay for a beginner."
"Unbelievable." Piccolo scoffed and shook his head again.
"So are you gonna put me in the can?"
"... I didn't think it'd end like this."
"Well it's checkmate and I don't really like to extend the game when it's not really necessary."
"Wow." Is all Tien said as he stood up to his full height.
Cala-Meite was losing pressure by the second, his flames tearing away ever so slightly while being impacted by the light winds.
"Well… I know it." The three eyed man said as he stepped forward.
Piccolo landed next to him.
"I know it as well."
"Can you go get the one at The Divine Crossing?"
"Hmm?" Piccolo raised a brow.
"You don't have to oblige me but I kind of miss that thing. I'd prefer to be put back into that one rather than something whack like a bottle or a can or something. "
"I know where it is." Sapa raised a hand. "It's my fault anyway so~"
Tien put his hand in front of The Demon's chest.
"I know where it is, just take me and we can use Instant Transmission."
Before anyone knew it, The Crane and The Demon were out of there, showing back up about a few minutes later with the large jar.
"Mutaito kind of had the facial hair on him, didn't he?" Tien joked with a hearty laugh as the pair touched down.
"I don't know, he looked like fucking Mongrel with that cop stache."
"Ha-Ha-Ha!"
"Sapa?"
He didn't say anything, only staring into the eyes of Cala-Meite.
"Thank you. This was the most fun I've ever had."
The genuineness of his face brought an unreal emotion out of the man as he saw the fire impacted by the large green wave of energy.
"I'm glad you won the tournament my friend~"
"But I'm a disgrace! What will I be without you!?"
"Are you kidding me? That was all you, Kid." His telepathy distorted by the unreal nature of the technique pulling away at his being.
Tup!
Tien sealed the lid closed and tapped the top as Sapa sat on his knees, looking at the sky. He stared for a long time too, tears mounting in his eyes before he stood up and wiped them clean.
"You can take me in now." Sapa presented Krillin with his wrists turned up.
"What are you talking about?"
"But~"
"I didn't see anything."
"You-"
"Look. You just wanted to win a tournament. So what? Everyone wants to win The Budokai. I'm not gonna put you in the slammer for that. I'm a fucking repeat offender."
"Wow~"
"But if I see you doing some cap shit, I might have to get you on a misdemeanor."
"Eh-hah~"
The son of King Chappa just couldn't believe it.
"How can I ever make it up to you?"
Goku stepped in front of the two, pushing Krillin behind him.
"You come back next time, and you win the tournament for real. No disqualifications. Deal?"
"... Deal."
"YEAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"I got these people jumping out of their seats and I don't even have to do anything." Mic smiled like moviestar, his teeth twinkling under the last bits of sunlight before it turned into night.
Sapa
It was a long walk home, the young man breathed out a declarative sigh as he reached the long narrow bridge leading to the temple. He hopped up and down to hype himself before finally committing to the walk. The moon shone beautifully down on the water, he eyed his ever changing reflection in the night light before he was absolutely waylaid.
Fsht!
His hands were up as quick as could be, taking up a stance before realising it was just his father.
"Father…"
"I'm glad you're safe."
"..." He looked off into the water with some melancholy, the waves trickling in slowly under the moonlight.
"You did well. You even won the tournament."
"Huh-heh. Yeah… I did."
"You want to come in and talk about it?"
"..."
"..."
"I would like that."
"Welcome home, boy."
Sapa didn't say anything, the father and son just hugged it out on the bridge before walking back towards the temple, full of stoicism. As the pair walked back, Sapa breathed in deep and snapped his fingers, a small yet focused ember struck like a match.
His invigoration was renewed.
"Thank you…"
"What?"
"Nothing."
Tien
The door to a nicely furnished log cabin opened and closed with a determined and satisfying wooden click.
"Sweetheart!?" A raspy voice called out from behind the living room.
"It's me!"
Launch hurried out of the hall and met up with her man in the middle of the house, a sunken in area that spread out to the kitchen in front, the dining room just to the right of that and the bedrooms to the right of that.
"I saw you on the TV." She said as she leaned in and stroked his firm chest. "You'll get em' next year. You did great."
"Nah, I was trash."
"Why you always gotta be so hard on yourself, hah?" She pushed back a bit, clearly concerned.
"I just…" He bit his lip and looked to the stone fireplace on the left side.
"Look at me."
"Heh~ I just expect a lot out of myself. I just train so hard because I want to be the best."
"I know you do, you train harder than anybody. You won that stupid tournament two times!" She yelled, brandishing her index and middle finger. "Goku hadn't even won it once!"
Tien just let out another concerned sigh as he looked to the green carpet.
"Come on, say somethin'." She goaded, grabbing onto his hands with hers.
"I just felt so slow today. I know I could have done better but I felt like trash even before that fight after the tournament. I felt like I was making the wrong moves before they even happened then I got pissed when I was right."
"Look." She pulled his continuously shifting gaze back to her steely green eyes. "I don't know much about training but I see you everyday Sweetheart. Youa' slowa to get up sometimes after a long day."
He swallowed harshly.
Tien really hoped she didn't notice but when you live with someone long enough you can't really hide the smaller details.
"I can see the small pains. I'm neva gonna be the one to tell you how to live youa' life but you train too much. You gotta relax, you can't just blast everyday like you been doin. Youa' not old, but youa' not young anymore neitha'."
When not using ki, age and the normal aspects of the body still take place. After training for hours and hours on end and expending your full allotment of daily ki you can't help but feel the strain regardless of how high your battle power is.
"I didn't want you to worry."
"It's my fuckin' job to worry, bitch! I been scared sick wonderin' when you were eva' gonna talk about it! I mean come awnnn~ Ahh~Chuuu!"
"..."
"Like I was saying. I really think you should take more time off." She let out with a wince, shrugging her shoulders a bit as if she were treading on thin ice.
Tien looked down at the carpet again before Launch got right under him and forced more eye contact.
"If being the strongest means that much to you I can try and refine my recipes but I can only help you if you help yourself." She said with some finality, holding onto his big hands tightly. She pulled them in close and kissed them with a peck of her lips.
There was some silence before Launch spoke up again.
"Goku takes breaks all the time, you shouldn't be so worried about leading the pack. They're all there for you, maybe you see it as competition but I know he doesn't see it that way."
"..."
"Taking more rest days means that you should have even more energy to get to your workouts with when you do have them. I don't think you were slow, you were probably just overworked, that's all."
Tien finally smiled a bit, egged on by a peck to the cheek.
"You've been gunning it ever since we got back from Namek, I know you're inspired but you should take this time to reflect and hey~"
"What?"
"Less training means you get to spend more time with me."
"That sounds… great."
Goku
"Gohan! We're back!"
Goku closed the door and stretched it out in the kitchen before his son came around the corner with Goten in tow.
"Hey!" He replied, the little baby slung over the child's right shoulder.
"Did he act up at all?"
"No~" He answered a bit nervously.
"Good." Chi-Chi stated as she stole the sleeping infant from Gohan's grasp, taking him around the back as her husband and child chatted it up in the main room of the house.
Goku sat with a dumb smile on his face, hands on his hips as he stared down at Gohan.
"You have a good day?"
"Yeah, it was pretty interesting."
"Oh yeah? Why?"
"Summoned The Eternal Dragon."
"Really? That's awesome! What'd you wish for?"
"The wish wasn't for me."
"Did you wish Goten something then?"
"No."
"Well." He said with a smile, patting Gohan on the shoulder. "You don't have to tell me all your secrets. Goodnight, son! I'm gonna head off to bed, a bit tired today."
"Night!"
"Night!"
The light switched off and Gohan was left to his own devices in the twilight of the wooden kitchen.
Mic
The Director and Mic chatted it up in a mostly empty business room before he waved the dog off. The Director barked, bowed and attempted to exit before he was caught off guard by someone entering after-hours.
"Can I help you?" Mic asked, raising a brow, still wearing his shades even at night time.
"Good show!" The smaller and very rotund man clapped as he entered into the midst of the boardroom. "Good show. I really had a great time watching the story unfold."
Mic looked him up and down, the man was loaded, designer rings, glasses, a fancy watch as well as a deep purple suit and red bow tie. He was a balding blonde haired man in his middle ages wearing a cocky and confident smile that did seem earned all things considered.
"I'm gonna have to ask again." Mic laughed out as he grabbed at his tie. "Can I help you..?"
"X. S. Cash." The man said dramatically. "Nice to meet you." He followed through, extending his hand for a shake.
"Oh wow." Mic met it with a pinch of hesitation.
Mic had heard of him alright.
"I heard you'd just partnered with ZTV. Is there anything I can do that might... help you reconsider your allegiances?"
The fat man pulled out a capsule, popping it and laying down a golden suitcase. He clicked it open and sure enough.
"Whew~" Mic whistled. "That's a lot of dough."
"Listen here, Mic."
Mic furrowed his brow.
"How do they keep getting my name? I don't go around just saying it. I already don't like this guy..."
"I wouldn't dare come to you and waste your time if you didn't make good product. I got here through my own sweat, blood, and tears. I know first hand just how cutthroat the entertainment industry is."
The Director backed up into a corner, crossing his loose orange gi sleeves over themselves as he stared, his dog nose trying to suss anything out of the ordinary.
"The storyline you got going in The Budokai is pretty legendary. I'll admit, it beats a lot of my pay-per-views. But that's what I'm here for, you get to keep making your movie magic, all I ask is that I buy-in and we don't televise it for free. We cut those pesky ads out of the way and make even more money with my methods."
"Are you… kidding me..? Hell no! I don't know who you think I am Mr. Cash, but I fought to get that spot with ZTV. They wanted a pay-per-view model too and I didn't fold. If people want to put their life on the line then they pay for a ticket to watch in the stands but I don't Ever want to make those people watching at home pay a dime."
"Put their life on the line? Haw-Haw! That's a racket! Way to stay in kayfabe my boy! We all know The Budokai is fake! People can't really shoot laser beams, get fucking real." Cash laughed his ass off as he lit a cigar and sat down at the table. "You're just an eccentric bastard that's willing to pay money to get someone to dress up as King Piccolo's son! I'm willing to bet that whole King Piccolo takeover thing was just a publicity stunt! Phu~"
"No, Mr. Cash, these are real martial artists and I want the whole world to see them. I don't just want Papaya island or some lousy jerkoffs with money to spend to be the only ones who can watch! These competitors deserved to be known!"
"My patience is wearing thin, boy, and I'm not really hearing any yeses."
"You're not getting a yes from me."
Cash wore a scary scowl, the type of scowl that's only earned from making a mistake.
"I paid for a lot of this tournament out of my own pocket! My family's been in this business for generations and I'm not gonna sell out when I finally have the chance to give back to the community! We're finally in a martial arts boom again and I'm not gonna take lame ass bribes from someone who doesn't even think the Kamehameha is real. Get tha fuck outta my face!"
Fwuof~Ka-Klmm!
Mic capitalised on the frustration by shoving the suitcase off the table causing it to crash into the floor. Cash nodded slowly and menacingly, he laughed and took a long drag from the cigar.
"You know what..? Keep it. You need it a lot more than I do it seems."
Mic stared back angrily, balling his fists as Cash kept his hands on the doorframe.
"I know your next storyline without even having to attend. You wrapped up this tourney by having Sapa go Face so you're just gonna have another bad guy show up at the 26th. Since Spike finally came back and didn't win the title you're gonna give Tien that last big push and make him the first three-time champion. Boom! Just wrote in a zinger for ya', you can use that one for free and I won't even ask for any royalties." He said in a mocking tone, flipping Mic the bird. "Bitch."
Mic breathed out a sigh of relief as the man exited the building, allowing the pair to decompress.
"Whuf?"
"Nah. Those rich guys think they can do whatever they want, Director. It's not right. I'm not even taking his money, I'm no pushover! It's going right in the dumpster."
Ca-Clicc. Fwomp!
"Good riddance."
"Bork!"