-1Oookay…
Okay, I've noticed that only a few people seem to be reviewing. Now, that wouldn't normally bother me, but this fic has only been kept going because I thought people liked it. Also, I'm kinda hoping people will make requests. That would seriously help things along, as I'd like to make this something you'll all read. Otherwise, I may have to discontinue this in order to focus on my other works. I've got three new stories in the works, and I might have the first chapter of one of them out tonight. (It's A/U, BTW.) So, here's what may be the final chapter, unless of course I get some requests….
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Vegeta was fuming. This tournament was taking too long. He could understand the officials postponing the tournament for a short time after that fool Kakarot had taken off with that village boy, they had needed to restructure the bracket. But taking two hours to do so was ridiculous. Add that to the fact that he considered the rest of this tournament to be a waste, as the only worthy opponent who had entered was gone. It had been too easy; first he'd managed to defeat his slacker of a son with little effort (he was going to have a SERIOUS talk with that boy!), but he did have to admit he was slightly amused at the fact that Kakarot's spawn had been beaten by a four year old child, his own niece, in fact. Then, much to his humiliation, he'd had to face the brat! Beating up on a four year old wasn't his idea of fun… anymore, anyway. He'd managed to dispose of her by simply picking her up by the back of her shirt and dropping her outside the arena, but not before receiving a fairly painful kick to the shins.
But now, it was the finals. Now he'd face of against the 'Champion of the World, Mr. Satan!' And he'd grind that faker into dust, proving once and for all his superiority! And he'd enjoy every second of it. He was sitting on the bench in the waiting area, rubbing his still-sore shins, trying not to focus on that humiliation, but on the one he was about to inflict. After a short wait, he heard the announcer call his name and began his walk out into the arena. He managed to stand and watch while Hercule received his hero's welcome, only to smirk as Hercule finally saw who his opponent was. That idiot Kakarot might have struck up a deal with this fool, but Vegeta had made no such promises. He would not allow the fake to win.
The announcer declared that the fight was now officially underway, but Vegeta just stood there, savoring the look of pure terror on his opponent's face. Finally deciding that he'd waited long enough, he rushed at Hercule, fist drawn back ready to be slammed into the so-called Champion's face. Suddenly, he stopped and began to sway as if dizzy, his face turning a pale shade of green, and he collapsed unconscious to the arena floor. Hercule stopped shaking and opened his eyes to find Vegeta inexplicably out cold, and apparently ill to boot. The announcer stepped up and proclaimed him champion, only to pass out immediately after. He took a look around and watched as all of the people near the ring began to falter as well. Even the crowd itself started to become ill, as the members who were still coherent began to run like mad for the exit.
Hercule couldn't figure out why everyone seemed so panicked. He took a sniff at the air, and immediately fell over, trying his best not to vomit. His last words before falling unconscious: "Man! I knew I shouldn't have eaten that last burrito…"
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There you go. This chapter just so you know, was inspired by a request… the only one I've gotten in fact. So, Sparkly Gum, this one's for you! As for the rest of you, REVIEW! AND DON'T BE AFRAID TO MAKE A REQUEST!