Chapter Fifteen
The next day came as quickly as possible for Raditz and all of his friends. The thunderstorm had delayed Raditz's match against the monstrous being, Giran, until the following morning, so Raditz, Yamcha, and the others had insisted on going to a restaurant, ordering a large meal and then calling it a night. However, arriving at the pub a bit after Raditz and the others was Giran, who had wanted nothing more than a drink. While he was drinking his beverage, an ice cold glass of milk, a couple of the very bullies who had been beaten by Krillin had gotten into an altercation with the monster, having mocked him for drinking milk like a baby. Giran had easily bested the group even before his glass could be filled, causing a lot of panic throughout the restaurant. Yamcha had confronted the scaled beast about causing a scene, but just before the deed could be done, Raditz had stepped in, ordering Yamcha to stand down and that he could handle the raging beast that was Giran during their match.
"You ready to get clipped?" Raditz bellowed to his enormous opponent, his signature smirk easing upon his face as he positioned himself into his trademark fighting stance.
"You're going down kid," Giran roared, hoping to inspire fear into the fearless Saiyan's heart as he got into his own fighting stance.
"Ready… fight!" The tournament announcer let out, signaling the two fighters to finally begin their long-awaited match.
Raditz immediately charged towards his opponent, hoping to get the upper hand in the battle from the get-go. As he closed in on the raging beast that was Giran, the dinosaur had different plans. At about the perfect moment Giran launched a beefy, clawed fist directly at the Saiyan, only for Raditz to meet the punch with an open palm, moving much quicker than Giran had anticipated. Giran took no time to think about just how quickly Raditz had been moving, instead electing to send out another of his viciously oversized fists, only to meet the same fate as before, with his Saiyan opponent meeting that punch with the opposite open palm. The two combatants continued exchanging their round of punches until Giran immediately unleashed his tail upon the Saiyan, swinging the long, scaled appendage directly at Raditz's right side.
However, Raditz did not allow the tail to gain contact with him, swiftly throwing up the same open palm as before to grab the attacking tail in midair, mere seconds before he could be inflicted any kind of damage from Giran.
"Get over here," Raditz snickered, using the pure strength that he possessed to pull Giran's body over to him by the creature's tail. Before the large, bulky body could close in too close towards him, the Saiyan warrior sent an ax kick towards the monstrosity's head, gaining contact directly with Giran's cheek. A slight cracking sound was heard as Raditz's booted foot smashed into the overgrown lizard, fracturing a few of the creature's cheekbones. Hoping to capitalize on the devastating blow Raditz launched another fist towards Giran, only for the winged beast to block the oncoming strike with his sturdy, stronger than metal tail.
Taking advantage of the moment he had been given, Giran unleashed his slithery tail upon the Saiyan once again, this time using the appendage to slash viciously at Raditz. One of these slashes had invested both the speed and power needed to gain contact with Raditz, leaving a nasty blood-leaking scar upon the left side of his face, just a few centimeters below the Saiyan's coal black colored eye.
"You're going to pay now," Raditz harshly let out, using his finger to wipe the trickle of blood from the slash. With that, Raditz immediately charged his opponent, wanting to leave an everlasting mark upon the Gira. However, before any contact could be gained with the pterodactyl creature, Raditz was immediately trapped in place as Giran spat out a purple, gooey yet thick gum-like substance. The projectile hurled from Giran's mouth and smashed into Raditz, wrapping the Saiyan in whatever the substance was.
"It appears that Giran has trapped Raditz in some sort of bodily fluid! Does this mark the end of Raditz's tournament debut?" The tournament announcer exclaimed to the crowd, fascinated in the interesting battle that was taking place.
"What the hell is this stuff?" Raditz furiously inquired, squirming about and flexing in an attempt to shatter the gummy substance.
"It's no use, you're trapped! That attack, my Merry-Go-Round Gum, is absolutely unbreakable… even I, the strongest of all of the Giras, am unable to break it!" Giran snickered, charging towards Raditz so that he could effortlessly toss the Saiyan out of the arena. "The more you struggle, the tighter it will become… now, it seems that our match has finally come to an end and you'll be the loser, by ring out."
"You think so?" Raditz questioned, beginning to build up his power, becoming engulfed in the slight purple flaming aura that finally became visible to the public.
"It appears that Raditz has somehow caught himself on fire… although this is the first flame that I've ever seen that sparks such vibrant white and purple flames. It also seems that he isn't being burned nor harmed at all by the dazzling fire." The announcer said, admiring the vicious, dazzling flames that now surrounded Raditz.
"Hyah!" Raditz screamed out, slightly flexing his muscles in another attempt to break through the slime. To both the audience's and Giran's surprise, the Merry-Go-Round Gum suddenly shredded apart, the leftovers of the completely destroyed substance splattering across the arena. "It appears quite breakable to me." The Saiyan smirked, his aura dying down as he slowly advanced towards Giran.
"H-How?" Giran cried out, his face becoming coated in sweat as he swallowed an intimidated gulp. "You're not Human! Not even I could break that!"
"How'd you know?" Raditz laughed, charging towards the stunned Giran as he launched a knee directly at the monster's fanged jaw. The Saiyan then followed up with another blow, this one a powerful jab to send the beast soaring into the sky.
In the sky, Giran quickly recovered, flapping to large wings to slow his descent back to the ring. "Forgot I could fly… didn't you?" The creature snickered. "There's no way that I could lose unless you somehow manage to knock me out."
"Guess what?" Raditz smirked, unleashing his energy as he instantly took off from the ground, joining his scaled, reptilian opponent in flight. "So can I!" He alerted flying up to meet the beast's altitude. Upon reaching striking distance, Raditz dodged an extremely desperately launched punch, sending his own, much stronger fist straight into the giant's gut. The enlarged pterodactyl suddenly doubled over from the blow, in both pain and agony, coughing up a bit of blood mixed with saliva.
Taking advantage of the fact that the beastly Giran was currently hunched over from the force of his strike, Raditz firmly planted his feet right over the dinosaur's spine. With just a single thrust, putting all of his strength into his arms, the slight stomach-turning sound of bones cracking and shattering could be heard throughout the now completely silent arena, the thick skin of the Gira's wing being bent backwards by only the Saiyan's pure strength, Raditz happily breaking the creature's wings…. He could have ripped them completely off like a real Saiyan in battle would, but something in him told him to grant the smallest bit of mercy to the bully. Another three seconds later, the sound ceased as Giran was sent uncontrollably soaring towards the ring, with Raditz following shortly afterwards, landing firmly on top of the crippled tyrant. The Saiyan's boot smashed down directly onto the already broken wing of Giran, the appendage being completely fractured with a shifted structure of bone having pierced its way through the beast's thick coat of skin.
"Oh my Kami…" Yamcha mumbled from the sidelines, witnessing as Giran laid unconscious on the ground.
"I'm going to-" Bulma managed to say, her face becoming a bit green as she attempted to hold in her lunch, just as many of the match's spectators were hoping to do after seeing Raditz completely shatter Giran's wings. 'I never remembered Raditz being so… brutal,'
"This match is over," Raditz exclaimed, stepping over the unconscious enlarged reptile before he walked out of the arena. "The bastard's done already passed out from shock… but don't worry, he'll live."
"Raditz has gruesomely defeated Giran in a fierce, gory battle. He will move on to face Ranfan in the semifinals!" The announcer said, gulping as he loosened up his tie, feeling a bit sick by what he had just witnessed. "But umm… can we get a medic… veterinarian, just whoever we can have to clean this mess up and make sure he's fine?"
"Why'd you have to go all brutal on him like that, Raditz?" Krillin questioned his comrade as the Saiyan walked off of the arena and into the fighter's area. "Master Roshi told us, no overdoing it."
"I promised him that I would mess up his wings… and I intend on keeping any and all of my promises. He should just be happy that I did not want to completely clip him." The Saiyan smirked, gaining eye contact with a shocked Ranfan, who seemed a bit uneasy over the fact that she would have to face off against the vicious yet stoic Saiyan during the next round.
"Ladies and gentlemen," The tournament announcer said, beginning to speak for the first time since Raditz's brutal battle. "Before we begin our semifinal matches, we are going to take a few minutes to interview two of our strongest competitors, Turtle School students, Raditz and Krillin." The Saiyan and former monk walked upon the stage as the announcer signaled them over. "Now guys," The announcer started. "Do you mind if I ask you two a few questions?"
"I don't mind," Krillin smiled, gladly accepting the idea as Raditz remained completely silent, doing nothing more than shrugging his shoulders.
"So… Krillin, it just so happens that you are the youngest competitor of the finals... just how old are you?" The tournament announcer stated before turning to Raditz. "And Raditz, you seem to be a bit older… how old are you?"
"I'm 13," Krillin gladly responded.
"18… soon to be 19," Raditz mumbled just loud enough for the world tournament's announcer to pick up.
"Now, we've seen that you two possess the strength and power that it would take decades to obtain. Just how did the two of you gain such strength at such a young age… before you even hit adulthood?" The commentator questioned.
"Training of course," Raditz answered.
"Rumors have it that you two were trained by the legendary martial artist, Master Roshi, who himself is participating in this tournament. Are those rumors actually true?"
"Yes… as you see by the symbol on our gi," Raditz plainly exclaimed. "But I do a bit of training on my own every now and then."
"And that training consists of?" The blonde man asked.
"Combat training… muscle-building workouts… physical and mental endurance… the occasional sparring match between Krillin and I… as well as some energy manipulation."
"Wait… energy manipulation?" The announcer questioned, a bit confused by the term.
"This." Raditz stated, charging up a small sphere of ki in the palm of his hand, shooting it directly at a limestone statue.
"Now… are you two dedicating these matches to anyone in particular?" The announcer questioned the young martial artists once again.
"Umm," Krillin answered, taking a few seconds to speak. "Well… to all the people that doubted me, screw all of you! And to Launch, thanks for all the good food!"
"I'm dedicating this match to two people… one is my deceased grandfather, Gohan…" Raditz mumbled before his attention turned to Bulma. "One is for that blue-haired brainiac in a beauty's body up there… my Bulma." The Saiyan said, his frown turning into a slight grin as Bulma's cheeks flushed red as the crowds sincere aww's and how cutes flooded the arena.
"I see… now, do any of you think that you can beat your own master if you face off against him right now?" The tournament announcer said.
"I don't think so… he's too much of a challenge for me to take on alone." Krillin admitted. "But Raditz here should stand a chance."
"It could go anyway," Raditz plainly shrugged, turning away to descend the small flight of stairs. "I'm leaving now."
"Wait… one last question, Raditz, please?" The blonde man questioned, receiving an angered grunt from Raditz. "We must know… why exactly do you have a tail, seeing as that is incredibly weird?"
A vein throbbed from the Saiyan's forehead as his race was practically insulted. "Such a strange question!" The Saiyan let out, turning to the stairs once again as he descended them without speaking another word. "But it is a sign of my strength… that's all that you need to know at the time."
A few minutes later Raditz walked out of the fighter's area, wanting to watch as Krillin took on the old master, Roshi himself. While he highly doubted that the young student could knock the Turtle Hermit out and would most likely lose this fight, the Saiyan knew that it would be a decent fight at the least.
"Raditz," Bulma shouted, noticing that her Saiyan companion was leaning against the wall directly under where she was sitting alongside Oolong, Puar, Mai, and Yamcha, who had previously been defeated by Master Roshi. "Why don't you come sit up here right next to me and watch the fight?"
"I don't see why not," Raditz shrugged, utilizing his ki to hover up the wall and take his place in the seat directly next to the turquoise haired woman he had grown to admire. After all, Bulma had purchased nearly an entire row of front row seats just herself and the others and they were not too far away from the arena, so he would still get a perfect look at the fight. Upon sitting down in the seat, Raditz stretched his arm around Bulma, pulling her blue-eyed beauty firmly to his side, allowing her to rest her head upon his shoulder.
"Ladies and gentlemen," The tournament announcer started, beginning to hype the crowd up once again. "The first fight of this year's semifinals will begin momentarily and it promises to be a great fight. This battle will be an old-fashioned master versus student match… on the left corner, we have our youngest and shortest fighter of the day, Krillin! On the opposing side we have Master Roshi, the legendary Turtle Hermit who has just so happened to train young Krillin. Now the question will finally be answered… has the student finally surpassed the teacher?"
"Raditz, do you think that Krillin has a chance of beating that pervert Roshi?" Bulma asked Raditz, looking up from the Saiyan's firm shoulder. Having been introduced to the former monk just two days ago, Bulma had absolutely no idea what kind of skills he possessed in his arsenal. However, due to the stunning display of skill he had displayed in his match against Bacterian, the boy had something in his bag.
"How do I put this nicely… he has absolutely no chance of winning this match." Raditz truthfully commented with the shrug of his shoulders. "Although Master Roshi is levels ahead of Krillin… it's safe to say that globehead should still provide more of a fight than Yamcha did."
"Hey… what makes you say that?" Yamcha butt in, slightly offended by the Saiyan's words.
"Easy… when I happened to meet back up with you guys, Yamcha, like I previously said, my scouter registered you at a 129." Raditz answered, pointing a finger to the metallic scouter placed perfectly onto his eye. "Krillin clocked in at 171 and as for the old man… he's at a 232, much stronger than the two of you"
"What about your power?" Yamcha questioned his friend, pondering over the exact answer. The Saiyan had to have grown in power and most likely eclipsed Krillin's own strength… judging by the fact that Krillin had stated that Raditz himself would give the Turtle Hermit a run for his money. Plus, Raditz was unaffected by Roshi's display of strength, which had to mean that he knew that he would be able to best the bearded martial arts master in a straight battle whenever his time to fight came.
"You'll have to wait for the answer to that when I fight the old man," Raditz replied, turning his attention back to Krillin and Master Roshi back in the ring. "I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise just yet."
"Hey Radz… I never got the chance to tell you that I like that new outfit of yours, where exactly did ya get it?" Oolong remarked, making note of the completely new, unharmed blue martial arts uniform that Raditz was wearing. "I never would have thought that the day would come when I would see you out of that armor of yours."
"It's actually pretty nice isn't it… much better for fighting hard battles than my tight set of armor and jumpsuit." Raditz responded, looking down at the fighting gi that Master Roshi had gifted him with the previous morning. "But to answer your question, Master Roshi actually gave it to me yesterday. He inverted the colors from his own and Krillin's outfit to symbolize my individuality and the fact that I was the stronger student of Krillin and I." The Saiyan finished. 'And I am not intending on ripping it at all during this tournament.'
"Ready… FIGHT!" The tournament announcer suddenly let out, signaling the match between Krillin and Master Roshi had finally begun.
Krillin stood perfectly still in place for seconds after the signal had been sent, using the time he had been gifted with to stare down his mentor. He was currently in the middle of scanning the Turtle Hermit up and down, hoping to find some kind of weakness or flaw to exploit to his own advantage in the master martial artist's defensive stance. He and Raditz had teamed up to face off against Master Roshi multiple times during their training, only barely managing to squeak out as the victors of those brawls during the last couple of them when they worked as a team. Now, without Raditz by his side to help out, the former monk had absolutely no idea how he could manage to take down the aged, yet still incredibly powerful, master.
"Alright Master Roshi," Krillin grumbled, positioning himself into the fighting stance he had learned during his training under the exact man he was currently facing off against. "Ready or not, here I come!" The bald headed martial artist let out as he swiftly charged his opponent, letting out a low-pitched battle cry as he cocked his arm back, hoping to strike the experienced warrior that was Roshi.
However, due to being much more experienced and battle-hardened than Krillin, Master Roshi managed to easily evade the strike by strictly back flipping out of the way, walking away with no damage taken at all. Seeing this, Krillin continued his assault upon his martial arts teacher, sending out a fierce barrage of lightning quick kicks from his speeding right foot, all of which were easily dodged as well.
"Darn it," Krillin mumbled under his breath a few seconds later, having utilized a pair of backflips to create the necessary amount of distance between himself and Master Roshi. 'He's much too fast… nothing I'm sending out can touch him.' The young monk placed his thoughts aside, knowing that he could not give up in his pursuit to harm the Turtle Hermit. Krillin instantly charged Master Roshi once again, this time launching a slashing foot towards the elderly master's head, which Roshi managed to effortlessly dodge with just a simple weave. Before he could even get in a slight breath of fresh air, the snow-white bearded man was back on the defensive, weaving out of the way of nearly a dozen of Krillin's desperately thrown out punches, each of them failing to gain any sort of contact with the certified master of martial arts.
"This'll get ya!" Krillin let out, launching a powerful hook aimed specifically for his mentor's cheek. Despite feeling good about this strike, Krillin's fist was met by nothing other than Roshi's open palm, stopping the ki enhanced punch to connect with its intended target.
"You've got quite the power behind those punches," Master Roshi let out, still placing his power into his blocking palm to stop Krillin's blow from overpowering his hand. "Not too bad Krillin."
The incredibly short martial artist that was Krillin immediately cursed himself between clenched teeth, releasing his fist from Roshi's open palm as he suddenly hopped backwards, ceasing his assault on the Turtle Hermit for the time being. Just a mere blink later, Krillin found that he had been sent soaring through the air and onto the other end of the ring in just a single power packed punch fired at a nearly unreal speed by no one other than Master Roshi.
"Master Roshi has struck Krillin with a mighty powerful strike… things aren't looking too good for the young fighter as of now." The tournament announcer commentated from the sidelines of the arena.
'That hit,' Krillin said to himself, managing to pick himself off of the ground to come face-to-face with the old master himself. 'I-I didn't even get the chance to see it!'
"Come on Krillin… I know you can do better than that," Master Roshi explained to his student, unknowingly reading the boy's thoughts. "You have to be quicker than that… remember my training. Concentrate hard and anticipate exactly where I will be."
Krillin immediately launched himself towards the bearded martial artist whom he was proud to call a master, throwing a punch towards the man at nearly lightning speed. Despite the speed that the blow harnessed, Master Roshi still managed to raise a forearm to block the strike, which still possessed earth-shattering force, doing a bit of damage onto the sturdy arm that had been used to nullify as much damage as possible. Master Roshi took the time in which Krillin sought to recover from the earth-shattering punch to his own advantage, countering with an attempt to sweep the shaven monk off of his feet, only for Krillin to easily leap over the attack. Within a little bit under four seconds, the two completely bald warriors were fighting neck-to-neck, each of them trading blows at a speed that allowed only Raditz and Yamcha to follow and witness the ensuing display of both speed and strength that both fighters were currently showcasing.
After another minute or two of exchanging blows left and right, Krillin and the Turtle Hermit separated from one another, each hopping about five feet away from their opponent. Krillin showed a bit of details surfacing the idea that he had taken the most damage, evident by the fact that he was much more winded than Master Roshi as well as the bruises littered across his body. The elderly martial arts teacher, on the other hand, did not appear to show any signs of either major bruising or exhaustion, standing perfectly still as he awaited Krillin's next batch of attacks.
Shaking his head in a bit of disappointment, Krillin suddenly charged towards the very man that had trained him for the past eight months, sending punch after punch at the old master's fragile, scrawny body. On the receiving end of said punches, Master Roshi seemed to be steadily staying ahead of the majority of Krillin's strikes, with just a few managing to squeak through and gain contact with their intended target, causing some moderate damage to be inflicted upon the Earthling warrior. Once Krillin's assault finally came to an end, the older martial artist performed an acrobatic backflip, sending another one of his powerful kicks at his student, this one intended specifically for the boy's completely exposed chin.
However, to both the surprise and amazement of Master Roshi, his student managed to barely move out of the way just in time to evade the oncoming onslaught of an attack, backpedaling out of the way of Roshi's incoming foot. Looking up, Krillin was met by another of the Turtle Hermit's rapidly fired blows, this one a mighty punch. The wrinkled strike had been invested with much more power than needed to force the boy to the edge of the arena, at his own master's mercy. Seeing an opportunity to perfectly end the fight before his own eyes, Master Roshi primitively pounced himself towards the shaken Orin Temple trainee.
"I'm not going down without a fight Master Roshi!" Krillin spat out, a vein throbbing on the left side of his forehead as he used his own strength to launch himself into the air, leaping towards the pouncing Turtle Hermit. He knew that he would momentarily walk away from this fight with nothing more than a loss and more than likely a couple of bruised bones or other injuries. However, he could still withstand his beating for a bit longer and at least hope to tire the ancient martial artist out before his big match against Raditz and just hope that his Saiyan friend would take down their teacher for the past eight months.
Both fighters met one another about fifteen feet into the air, each cocking back their arm to strike their opponent with their own ki enhanced punch. The two, highly trained, muscular fists met one another midair, each one facing off for supremacy as it added a bit more of its bone shattering force behind itself, hoping to overcome the opposing fist and gain contact with its intended target. As the two punches met one another, a devastatingly loud booming sound emitted from the sheer amounts of force that were now colliding with its opponent's own fist… teacher meeting student, child meeting man… young meeting old.
"Hiya!" Krillin suddenly shouted, throwing himself in the direction of the famed Turtle Hermit, hoping to get in a powerful, rib crushing two-legged kick directly to the old man's chest. However, his would-be attack started falling downhill just as soon as his body fazed through nothing more than a stealthily placed afterimage, signaling that he had failed at striking the bearded fighting master. Before Krillin could even think of attempting to relocate the vanished martial artist, Master Roshi suddenly reappeared just mere inches above the former monk, catching his student off-guard. A split second later, Krillin felt a surge of pain flash through his body as the creased fist of the turtle-lover pervert that was Master Roshi drove into his gut, temporarily freezing him in midair.
Not letting up for a single second, the battle-hardened warrior sent a quickly fired, incredibly precise roundhouse kick, spiking Krillin exactly between his eyes in a state of wonder. Krillin's insides howled in an unreal amount of pain from the pure strength that Master Roshi had invested into the gut punch, but before he couldn't think of the exact word to describe the experience, the former monk was struck with a dazing roundhouse kick to the face, sending his hurling towards the ground, a bit of blood racing out of his mouth. Krillin was blown out of the ring, but not out of the fight just yet, as just a split second before he would meet disqualification for touching the grass, the bald midget of a fighter managed to come to a complete stop, hovering just a few inches in the air above the finely cut grass. "I-I'm not done yet!" The boy managed to say as he levitated back onto the ring, his energy nearly depleted as he panted for pure survival.
"Good job Krillin," Roshi stated, slowly falling back to the ring floor. Judging by his physical appearance and the smile he still managed to retain, it was obvious that while his student was practically completely winded, he had not even winded in the least bit. "That was quite the warmup for me. What do you say we both get a little bit serious as of now?"
'What… warm up?' Krillin thought to himself, his worst fears being realized as he knew just how outmatched he was at the moment. He had been fighting at his fullest strength for all of the match while Master Roshi had been doing nothing more than getting in a decent warmup, not even trying to go all-out then… but still, the Turtle Hermit had somehow managed to still dish out the worst ass kicking of his life to Krillin.
The monk's thoughts were harshly interrupted as Master Roshi swiftly closed the distance between himself and Krillin with just a single hop, throwing another of his viciously powerful kicks at the boy. Although caught off-guard, Krillin had still managed to somehow dodge the kicks… only to be met by the Turtle Hermit with a devastatingly fierce hook to the right cheek. Before the master's youngest student could even hit the soft field of grass below, the poor child had already been knocked out cold by the sheer force of the final blow.
"Man… Krillin's not going to wake up feeling good after that one," Yamcha exclaimed, a bit of a hiss and sting contributing to his voice as if he could actually feel the much younger boy's pain. "I hope you know exactly what you're walking into with this match, Raditz."
"Master Roshi has defeated his own student Krillin in the semifinals," The announcer spoke, rallying up the crowd. "He has now moved on to become our first finalist… who will he go up against between Raditz and Ranfan, find out in just a few short minutes!"
'The old man's going to be more of a challenge than I originally would have thought,' Raditz honestly admitted to himself, staring blankly into the sky. 'But as of now, I just have to focus on my next matchup.'
"May I please have Raditz and Ranfan on the stage so that we can begin our final match of the semifinals?" The tournament announcer said, interrupting the Saiyan's thoughts.
Before Raditz could hop over the fence, he felt the soft, warm hand of Bulma touch his face, pushing his face to her own to gaze into the Saiyan's coal black eyes. Softly planting her delicate, delicious lips upon Raditz, their kiss lasted approximately a good three seconds before she suddenly withdrew, knowing that Raditz had a match to partake in. "Good luck," The bluenette smiled as the long haired warrior slowly hovered down to the ring, a satisfied grin posed upon his face.
A few seconds over two minutes later, Raditz and his lilac haired opponent, Ranfan, stood on opposite sides of the ring, each ready to test out their strength. "Ready… begin!" The announcer suddenly let out.
"Here I come," Raditz smirked as he slowly advanced towards the petrified Ranfan, a slight grin easing upon his face. Upon taking a couple more steps towards the woman, Raditz slowly threw a forearm up to block a desperately launched punch fired by the curvy beauty. "Pathetic," The Saiyan grumbled.
"I'm going to win this!" Ranfan let out, desperately pouncing towards the tailed warrior with a mighty punch, only for Raditz to simply sidestep out of the way. Seeing her attempt to strike the Saiyan fail, the lilac haired woman continually leapt towards the Saiyan, craving to issue at least the tiniest bit of damage to the long haired martial artist that was Raditz.
"You're a disgrace to all warriors… using seductive tactics to get your way," Raditz angrily mumbled, the thoughts of Ranfan's nonfighting, stripping tactics returning to his mind as he repeatedly disappeared with each blow the Earthling sent, only to reappear directly behind her. "You're nothing more than a useless… slutty excuse for a martial artist! I don't even know why I'm wasting so much time in the ring with you," The Saiyan bitterly spat out, his severe dislike of Ranfan overtaking him for the moment. NEVER should a warrior have used such pathetic techniques such as stripping to their advantage in a straight fight… as a warrior, and a Saiyan one at that, just the thought made the Saiyan want to punch something… repeatedly… with all his strength. Female Saiyans had nice, curved bodies just as Earthlings… but still, you would never see one of them stripping from their armor in a fight, unless of course, they wanted to be ravaged over by a hungry, brutal group of sex driven male Saiyans.
The smugness on Ranfan's face shifted into more of a frown as the Saiyan's words struck her hard. She was actually a decent martial artist, having been taught by a few of the masters of the art years ago from childhood until a few years back. Although she had the skill to perform nicely, Ranfan wanted that prize incredibly badly. Knowing that she would have challengers capable of effortlessly beating her, like this guy Raditz for example, the lilac haired beauty had decided to use her sexy, charming display of a body to her advantage, cleverly tricking and deceiving her opponents to give herself an upper hand in the battle. But was what the Saiyan said actually true? Was she actually nothing more than a useless slutty excuse for a decent martial artist like he said? What would her grandfather think about her stripping to her advantage? She really needed to continue her training… then she wouldn't be forced to resort to those things ever again.
"I-I'm sorry… just beat me," Ranfan quietly mumbled, ashamed of herself as her eyes faced the ground in disappointment. Just a split second later, the lilac haired woman's eyes shot open as Raditz's hand struck him, the Saiyan striking with a small, mighty chop to knock the woman unconscious.
"She's done," Raditz indicated, walking off of the stage, not wanting to waste any unneeded energy for his match against Master Roshi. "Call it."
"Right… Ranfan has been knocked completely unconscious, meaning that Raditz is the official winner of this match!" The announcer confirmed, speaking into his mic. "He will now be facing off against his very own teacher, the legendary Master Roshi, in the final match!"
Power Levels
Raditz: 235
Krillin: 171
Yamcha: 129
Master Roshi: 232
Ranfan: 40
Giran: 70