Chapter 6- Opening Day

"Well, guys, I should probably go make sure I'm signed up for the tournament. It would be kinda bad if it missed the Tournament sign ups," Goku said, jumping off of the floating Capsule house and landing on the island.

"Goku may look older, but he's still as childish as ever. Mostly." Bulma looked surprisingly happy, even considering that she is seeing most of her friends for the first time in a long time.

"Well, I guess we should... uh... head to the island, and talk to Goku some, and sign up to." Even the normally stoic Tien Shinhan was left unbalanced by their friend's... touching... reunion.

"Yeahhhh... Though, could we stay on," Krillin paused, sensing around the island to pinpoint Piccolo Daimao's location, "On the east side? I'd feel a lot better. Erm... uh... a lot safer," said Krillin, tripping over his words.

"Of course not." Master Roshi started walking out the door. "The first thing Goku will do after signing up is go to the west, and talk to Piccolo."

"I was afraid someone would say that."


On the western shore of the island stood Piccolo, having decided to get out of the martial arts temple for awhile, since he had no reason to be around "puny humans" if he wasn't going to have fun terrorizing them. His gi held the kanji for what he had decided to use as a surname- "Dai", "ma", and "oh", meaning Great Demon King. Behind him a few meters stood Goku, his gi emblazoned on the front with his Turtle School kanji, while the back held the kanji of his new mentor and trainer, "Kami"- God.

"Well, well, well. It seems the World's Strongest has come to fight me. How's your three years been? I hope that you trained hard. I'll enjoy your death much more knowing that you died after wasting three years of your life." King Piccolo turned to looked down upon his old adversary- literally and metaphorically.

"I wouldn't be so quick to make assumptions. Also, I'm just here for the tournament. I'd have come whether or not we made this agreement." Goku- for once- looked serious. Yet he still showed his confidence in the form of a small smirk.

"Yes, I'm sure this Tournament is so much more important than your rematch with the KING OF DEMONS."


At the bottom of the Universe, Demon Realm...

"Achoo!"

"Dabura, did you just sneeze? I thought you didn't get ill," said a small, yellow, wrinkly... thing.

"My apologies, master. It seems someone was merely talking about me," boomed a large pink demon, who's head had a stylized 'M' on it.

"Whatever." The tiny... creature looked back into its crystal ball.


"Well, it is! Because if someone else wins, aside from you and me, that means someone is even strongest than us! This tournament brings the strongest! I'm excited to see the strength of the martial artists!" Goku's smirk became a little bit more like a smile, as his eyes began to light up at the thought of fighting warriors on his and Piccolo's level.

"Tch. Not likely. I am the strongest in the universe. No one will match me. No one will defeat me. No one will harm me, aside from you." Piccolo frowned, though he was somewhat interested in seeing how strong this human was. After nearly being defeated once, he trained immensely. There's no way this mortal could match him, not when he was a human who no doubt had to use strength he had accumulated over the years just to battle him before. Even with Kami, there was no way the Great Demon King Piccolo could lose, right?

"Whatever you say Piccolo," Goku said, before his expression turned hard. "And I will get revenge for Krillin."

"Hmph. Well of course. How else besides having the strongest human fight his battles could he gain revenge?"


"Oh, and can I also sign up Son Goku as a participant? He's out talking with Piccolo Daimao," said Tien.

"Wuh!? Talking with Piccolo!? Who would do that!? Who's this Son Goku?" asked the tournament organizer, who was new to the post.

"He's the guy who came runner-up in the last two Tenkaichi Budokai's, just barely losing both times. His opponent, who was ultimately weaker than Goku, blew up the moon with the legendary Kamehameha, and I blew up the ring in my finals match against Goku. Oh, and he's been training with god. Literally God." Normally, the man at the sign-up window wouldn't believe this story. But, coming from a massively shouldered triclops who said it with a completely straight face, he was slightly more inclined to believe it.

"Er- O-okay.. Uh, s-sure. Yeah, sure. I'll put him down."

"Oh, and if you could, just skip the prelims. Just put me, Yamcha, Kamesenin, Chiaotzu, Krillin, Goku, Piccolo, and, uh..." Tien paused looking around the room. "Put him in the bracket." Tien pointed to a dark complected man with a turban. "His name's Nam." He turned toward said equatorial villager and said, "Nam!"

"Huh? Ah, Tien. The world champion. I see you have returned to the tournament. I look forward to seei-"

"Forfeit your match."

"What?" Nam asked, taken aback by the quickness of the answer.

"I said, forfeit your match. This tournament is just gonna come down to Goku and Piccolo. There's no point in anyone participating, because the only match that will matter is Piccolo and Goku fighting."

From around a corner, Krillin poked out his head. "Hey Tien, you coming?"

"Yeah. Oh, great news. The tournament organizers are putting us straight into the tournament bracket. Nam too. Which means we can all just forfeit and let the big match get underway."

Tien walked off, leaving Nam wondering whether he should forfeit or not. If he did, he'd have no chance of fighting his old friend Goku. But, the chance was low, because he'd almost surely be beaten before he could fight Goku if he didn't pair with him in round one.

What to do. What to do.


Author's Note:

Shorter chapter, long delay, sorry. Perhaps you can tell by my writing, but I'm in high school. And aside from meaning that my writing skills aren't the greatest, it also means that I have school. And, man, are the first few weeks rough to get back used to.

Unrelated note/joke: wipes sweat off head Son motha-effin' Goku, it's hot in here. It's like freakin' Diablo Desert. What, am I gonna get attacked by Yamcha next?

Anyways... I think I'll do some DBZ: DK&MK Abridged now. 'Cuz why not?

Dragon Ball Z: Demonic Monkey King Abridged (Divergence Arc)

Piccolo: Bwahaha! Life sucks for you, also God is real and he is the creator of the magic dragon.

Goku: Gurrr!

Piccolo: Oh, God and Satan can't exist without each other LOL!

Goku: DIE! Wait, wut? DON'T DIE!

*POW*

Piccolo: Oh crap! This weak mortal beat me holding back!

Tien: Tri-KIKO-BEAM H-

Goku: NO! Spare him! I have an actual reason!

Tien: Fine.

Piccolo: My brogod, God, is up on his Lookout above the tower of Wondercat.

Goku: Thx

Piccolo: 'Kay bye. *flies off*

*LATER*

Goku: *activates Power Pole* WEEEE!

*Siberia*

Piccolo: Ah, somewhere as cold as my heart. Time to murder my own children.

*The Lookout*

Goku: Hey god.

Mr. Popo: Bitch, I'm the guy God answers to.

Kami: I'm God. You want to be trained. Also, Popo already super glued Shenron back together.

Goku: Time to train!

*montage time*

Goku: Wait, why don't we make you young?

Kami: Oh, because- *realizes there is no reason not to be young* Goku, gather the Dragon Balls.

Bulma: Oh, don't worry, I already did tha- SWEET BABY KAMI Goku's hot!

Goku: Thanks, bye.

Shenron: Ah, hello Master Popo, what is thine wish?

Popo: Make Kami young again. He's getting too ugly.

Shenron: This seems familiar.

Kami: Just do it.

Shenron: Well, whatever.

Kami: I'M YOUNG AGAIN!

Goku: Time for more training.

Shenron: Farewell master, and mortals in the vicinity of master.

*Siberia*

Piccolo: Oh that copyright infringing bastard!

*Kame House*

Krillin: I just sequence broke the Destructo Disc.

Roshi: Yamcha, you're an idiot.

*wherever Tien and Chiaotzu are*

Tien: Ow! Does training with the Multi-Form count as self-harm?

Chiaotzu: Nah, I think it's fine.

Tien: Great.

Copy Tien: TRI-KIKO-BEAM HA!

Tien: You're just copying my joke!

Copy Tien: And you took it from Freeza Kai Abridged.

*in space*

Raditz: Soon... Soon... I will arrive on Earth, and I will- Wait, *looks at script* I die!? In one day!?