(A/N: Not to many readers, eh? That's ok, I didn't expect many for this story anyway. It is kind of childish; on the same level as Pokemon. But if I don't write the thing, I'll never get it out of my head. But for those of you that like it, I'm glad you do.)

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Chapter 2: Fighting Foodons

"Carrotops!" cried the large Carrot Foodon.

It charged at Fried Ricer. Most people would think that because of its massive size, Tricarrotops would be able to easily flatten Fried Ricer, who was slightly over five feet. But with Foodons, appearances were deceiving, as was size.

Fried Ricer held up his frying pans and blocked Tricarrotops. He dug his feet into the ground as the large Foodon pushed him back. Once he managed to stop Tricarrotops from flattening him, he did a back flip, his foot slamming into Tricarrotops' chin. The Carrot Foodon yelped and shook him head, backing off.

Screaming his name in a battle cry, Fried Ricer began waving his frying pains around, firing projectiles. Tricarrotops shook his head as the golden bullets slammed into him. With an angry roar, he launched his own attack, firing his carrot horns like missiles.

Fried Ricer jumped away from the flying carrots and threw his frying pans. They struck Tricarrotops on the forehead, but they didn't seem to do much damage. Tricarrotops just blinked and charged again. Fried Ricer reached up and grabbed Tricarrotops' carrot horns that had regrown, stopping the large Foodon from ramming into him. Tricarrotops growled in irritation and pushed harder, but was unable to knock the Rice Foodon off balance.

"Great job, Fried Ricer!" Chase cheered his Foodon on. "Just hang in there."

Ann Chovy glared at the scene before her angrily. "Tricarrotops, you better not lose to that side dish!"

With a cry, Tricarrotops broke free of Fried Ricer's hold and spun around, whacking him with his leafy stem tail. Fried Ricer was knocked backwards, falling on his back. Tricarrotops rose up over him onto his hind legs. Fried Ricer rolled away before Tricarrotops' large feet stopped down where he had been laying, cracking the street.

Fried Ricer jumped to his feet and charged at Tricarrotops. The Carrot Foodon turned to his attacker and fired orange blasts of carrot shaped energy from his mouth. Fried Ricer's fists made contact with the blasts of energy, canceling them out. He jumped over the rest and kicked Tricarrotops in the head.

Ann Chovy growled at seeing her Foodon losing. "Time for a Power Topping." She said, reaching into her pocket, she took out a handful of something green. "And what goes better with carrots than peas?"

She threw the peas at her Foodon. Tricarrotops absorbed the Power Topping and began glowing with renewed power. He charged at Fried Ricer, and this time the Rice Foodon was unable to stop him.

"Fried Ricer!" he cried, flying backwards from the force of Tricarrotops' blow.

"You can do it Fried Ricer!" Chase cried.

Tricarrotops charged again, but this time Fried Ricer was ready. He jumped in the air, landing on Tricarrotops' head. He grabbed the Foodon's carrot horns to stay on his head as Tricarrotops thrashed about violently, but Fried Ricer held on tightly.

Unable to get the Rice Foodon off his head, Tricarrotops charged at a wall. Lowering his head, he slammed into the wall. But Fried Ricer had jumped off at the last second, landing safely several feet away. As Tricarrotops recovered from the impact, Fried Ricer retrieved his frying pans and went on the attack.

"Fried Ricer!"

Tricarrotops turned to Fried Ricer, only to have a frying pan whack it in the face. He stumbled back as Fried Ricer hit him again and again. With an angry roar, he reared up onto his hind legs, kicking out with his front ones. Fried Ricer used the opportunity to attack. He jumped up and kicked the Carrot Foodon in the stomach. Grunting in pain, Tricarrotops fell backwards, landing on his back.

Fried Ricer landed several feet away, ready to bring this fight to an end. He touched his frying pans together and they began glowing. Once fully charged, they released a beam of light, striking Tricarrotops.

The Carrot Foodon cried out as he was hit with the beam of light. His strength failed him and he went limp, his body dissolving into a purple mist and fading away, leaving behind only the Meal Ticket that gave it life.

Yes, most Foodon battles were in fact to the death. Some people would see it as cruel, but it was in a Foodon's nature, although that did not mean that Foodons didn't become friends with other Foodons, or have friendly battles from time to time.

But this had been a true Foodon battle, and Tricarrotops had failed. Fried Ricer was left standing as the victor. Feeling good about his victory, he returned to his master's side and turned to face Ann Covy, ready to fight again should she serve up another Foodon for him to battle.

"Way to go, Fried Ricer!" Chase congratulated his Foodon.

"Fried Ricer." Said the Foodon happily. If he had a mouth, he would have been smiling, but his eyes showed his happiness of being praised.

The sound of someone clapping distracted them from their victory celebration. Ann Chovy was applauding them for a job well done. "Very good, you two. Very nicely done." She noted Fried Ricer's readiness to continue fighting. "You can relax, I have no more Foodons for you to face."

Fried Ricer turned to his master, looking for confirmation. Chase nodded, giving his Foodon a smile. "You did well, Fried Ricer. Thanks."

"Fried Ricer." Said the Foodon happily.

With a pop he vanished, retreating back inside his Meal Ticket. Chase picked up the Meal Ticket and turned back to Ann Chovy.

"How was that?" he asked. "Did we prove ourselves in your eyes?"

Ann Chovy nodded. "You have shown that you are a great master chef. However, that was just the appetizer. And I hope for your Foodon's sake that he was holding back. If that was his full strength, then he won't stand a chance against my master."

"My big brother can beat anything your master dishes out!" cried Kayla.

Ann Covy chuckled. "We shall see. Come, I have a boat waiting. It shall take us to my master's dwelling."

"You know," said Pie Tin, eyeing Ann Chovy suspiciously, "you still haven't told us who your master is."

Ann Chovy grinned beneath her hood. "He likes his privacy. It wouldn't be good to have the world know about him." She paused for a moment. "At least not yet."

(A/N: Just a quick battle, not much plot, but oh well. More soon.)