The End of the Junior Tournament

Piccolo watched as Illia dispatched all her opponents with brutal efficiency. Even Goten, who she liked didn't last more than a few moments against her.

"She's really good Piccolo," Goku's voice shattered his concentration.

"She's angry," Piccolo stated, "I'll have to talk to her about that. She needs to learn how to control her temper."

Piccolo continued to watch as trunks and Mira fought their way across the arena below. Mira's hair had come out of its bun and flew around her like a blizzard of gold as she fought. Yet as he watched he knew Trunks would win. Mira simply didn't have Trunks' stamina.

"Piccolo," the namekian turned to see Vegeta standing behind him, "Those girls, you said they were half and half right?"

"Yes," Piccolo told him, "but I'm not sure how. It isn't supposed to be possible."

"As I thought, it must be them," Vegeta murmured as he watched Mira and Trunks. Piccolo shot him a look and Vegeta explained, "Long ago, when I was a boy, The sayians undertook a scientific endeavor that ended in what would be considered failure. They combined to DNA of a namekian and the egg of a sayian woman, in order to see if a hybrid of the two races could be made." Vegeta looked at the sky, "They succeeded. Twins were born from the union. The appearances differed slightly from the norm, but that was to be expected. What went wrong was something else. The two of them were too strong. As infants they were so powerful they could have destroyed the planet with a sneeze. The scientists placed them in cold sleep and launched them into space, hoping they would terrorize some other planet."

"I see," Piccolo said, "and you think those hybrids are Mira and Illia?"

Vegeta nodded watching as the judge counted Mira out. Trunks stood up and waved at the crowd. Mira stood and shook the young man's hand, then leaned forward and said something to him. He looked at her in surprise and shook his head angrily. He then stormed out of the arena. She and Goten fought the match for third place, then they were escorted to their parents. As she stepped up to her father she gave him a worried look.

"Papa, we have to stop Trunks from fighting Illia," she said, "I'm really scared of what she'll do to him."

"Why?" Piccolo asked, furrowing his brow, "What's wrong with Illia?"

"She's really, REALLY angry," the little girl stated, "At first I thought it was going to be okay, but then she started fighting and I got worried. Something must have happened. The only reason those boys aren't in the hospital is that Illia wasn't being serious, but with Trunks she won't hold back. He's one of the people who ticked her off."

"This can't be good," Piccolo said, "but what can we do? Trunks has already agreed to fight her."

At that moment Trunks and Illia came into the arena. As they walked onto the stage, Piccolo felt the rage radiating off of her skin. She WAS angry, really angry, and They needed to stop this before it got out of hand.

(with Illia)

She almost felt sorry for him. Almost. He was an arrogant idiot who had caught her at just the wrong time. Her strongest emotion at the moment was anger and she could've cared less about this boy that she didn't know. She could care less...

"Begin!" the judge said.

Illia rushed forward and sent a fist at the boys face which he stopped, only to find her other fist buried in his stomach. He gasped and stumbled back clutching his stomach, only for her right leg to slam into his side, sending him flying to the other side of the platform. He crashed to the ground, then stood and met Illia's elbow with the back of his head, he dropped again and rolled trying to grab her legs but she jumped and landed on his chest knee first. She lifted him off the platform and drew back her hand feeling the energy building in her palm... and found herself frozen in place.

She struggled to break the hold of her close friend, but his power was too strong. He and Kibito jumped into the arena and grabbed her, forcing her to release Trunks, and he slid limply to the ground.

"Release me Shin," Illia said in a dangerously low voice, "Now."

"Not until you calm down," The young Kai said, "You have no right to take your anger at me out on people who were uninvolved."

"Let me go," she repeated, "I don't want to hurt you."

"Really?" he asked, "And what about this boy, huh? You could have killed him and you know it. Now calm down or I'll be forced to knock you out."

"I'd like to see you try," Illia said. That was a mistake. Shin's eyes hardened and he reached forward and placed two fingers on her forehead. She glared at him and smirked, what he was about to do would be a contest of wills and she would win, she was sure of it.

She was wrong. He pierced the barrier around her mind, made fragile by her anger, and commanded her to sleep. She slumped forward, asleep, and Shin picked her up and carried her out of the arena.

"Look after the boy," Shin told Kibito as he carried the sleeping girl out of the arena, "and see that he's cared for."

Kibito simply bowed, and Shin walked out of the arena to deliver the girl to her family.

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