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*Chapters three and four were originally posted incorrectly with the end of chapter three being in chapter four and the end of chapter four missing... These have now been corrected.*

Here's chapter three! Hope you enjoy it. R&R please.

Chapter Three – The World Martial Arts Tournament

Today was the Tournament day. Everyone was here; they had all come as soon as they heard that Vegeta, Gohan, Trunks, Goten, Majuub and Pan were entering. There was Master Roshi, Krillin, 18, Marron, Yamcha, Chichi, Bulma, Bra and Videl.

'This is going to be one tough Tournament!' said Krillin.

'You bet! As long as Bulma doesn't have a blutz waves thingy hidden somewhere…' joked Master Roshi before receiving a full force punch square on his face. The punch sent him flying straight at Eighteen. He clung to her enjoying the moment but pretending he was too terrified to move. In no time he received a kick from her sending him back to where he came from. He was then on the receiving end of a rant from Bulma.

'Vegeta doesn't need your cheating ways to win,' she shouted, 'AND… he can just go Super Saiyan 2 and beat everyone.' she said triumphantly.

'I'm pretty sure Gohan can-' began Krillin before he was silenced by a cold glare from Bulma.

'Guys! Let's not start fighting and just enjoy the Tournament.' Yamcha said, trying to lighten up the mood. They all murmured their agreement.

'Poor Pan…' said Chichi 'she's going to have to fight against Super Saiyans!'

'If I were her, I'd be getting out of this Tournament while I'm still in tact!' added Krillin.

Pan was tired of being treated like she couldn't do anything.

'I'm not a child anymore!' she shouted, 'I can take care of myself!'

Everyone was taken aback by this sudden outburst.

'We know you can but it's just that they're no ordinary people, Pan. They're Saiyans… in fact they're Super Saiyans' Krillin said, trying to comfort her, but Pan was still frowning.

'We'll just be going to get registered now…' said Gohan changing the subject. By the time he finished Pan was already a few metres ahead.

'Ok, Good luck to you all!' said Krillin and was followed by everyone else as they passed on their good wishes.

Everyone had gone inside and Krillin was left alone. He had told them he'll be with them in a few minutes. He wanted to have a look around the area. There were shops of many kinds; one was selling all kinds of toys from the latest remote controlled cars to teddy bears; another sold cold drinks and fast food; and another was selling different kinds of masks it also had a bunch of balloons for sale at one corner.

People were talking, shouting, running, selling and buying. It was chaos. But Krillin was almost sure that people had suddenly sped up, but it was almost impossible to tell since it was already pretty congested.

He turned around to see what was the cause of all this, and there, in the middle of hundreds of fans, was their undisputed Champ Mr. Satan. He was frantically signing autograph after autograph but at the same time he never stopped tlking.

'Har! Har! Har!' he laughed, 'No need to rush… you'll all get your autographs.' He said while he put his current blue pen down, put his hand inside a box and retrieved a red pen which he then signed his autograph for the awaiting fan. 'Unlucky… better luck next time… Just to inform those who don't know: I'm running an event tonight, if you get my autograph written in gold you have won fifty-thousand zeni!'

There were huge cheers of approval from the fans. Mr. Satan put his hand into the box and took a pen out. It was green, he promptly signed his autograph for the waiting fan and repeated the process. This time it was a gold pen.

'Congratulations,' he said. 'You have won!'

The lucky fan couldn't believe his eyes he graciously accepted the cheque offered to him by Mr. Satan and headed on his way to spend his money.

Krillin lost interest and carried on walking. This tournament should be brilliant. Five Saiyans are entering and four can become Super Saiyans and there was Majuub too. Vegeta would probably come out on top but it would still be great. He couldn't wait. This couldn't get any better. Except if Goku had been here. It would be absolutely amazing, Goku would have loved it.

He continued walking forward, sadness in his eyes. Why did he have to go off like that? He did it many times before but however many times he does it you still couldn't get used to it. That's Goku.

He sighed but any further thoughts were interrupted as he heard the sound of crying. He looked up to see a mother desperately trying to stop her baby girl from crying. She was rocking her pram backwards and forwards while singing to the baby but it seemed to have no effect. Krillin walked over to the masks shop and bought a balloon. He came back and gave it to the baby girl who instantly stopped crying and smiled.

'Thank you,' her mother said.

'You're welcome,' he replied, but then he heard a woman scream in distress, he quickly turned round to see the shape of Master Roshi slamming into a wall and landing headfirst on the ground. Krillin smiled, some people never change… he thought as he headed back to find the others.

'You're name?' Goten was asked as he came to the registration desk.

'Goten' he answered. The official silently took note of that. They were all going to enter the tournament as their actual selves and not their super hero counter-parts. Goten has managed to convince Gohan and Majuub that they aren't going to get recognised.

The official stuck his hand into a box and took out a small card which he gave to Goten.

'You're number 73,' he said. 'Would you like to make your way to the hall.' He pointed to a large door to his right.

Goten went inside and walked over to where the other's were.

'What number are you?' asked Trunks.

'73… What's your's?'

'I'm 54, Dad's 37, Pan's 33, Majuub is 14 and Gohan is 64.'

'I wonder what they're for…' said Goten. But before the others could tell him, one of the officials started talking.

'Right now we are in the elimination rounds. You probably already know that we can only put 16 of you through and there are 80 who have entered.' He paused for a moment before continuing.

'So we have to make some sort of way to choose the best 16 available. As you can see there are eight different rings. There'll be eight different groups determined by what number you are. Numbers 1-10 will go to the first ring, 11-20 the second, 21-30 the third and so on…' he paused again trying to regain control as the contestants began shouting to each other what group they were in. When there was peace again he continued.

'At each ring there will be a very skilled Robot which you'll need to fight. We do not expect of you to defeat it but to survive for as long as you can before being thrown out of the ring or defeated in any sort of manner. Same rules apply, the only difference is the smaller rings. The two that survived the longest in each group go through to the next round, if in the unlikely occasion you manage to defeat the Robot you automatically qualify for the next round. If you could make your way to your group now, that would be greatly appreciated.'

As he finished his speech he went outside to Mr. Satan.

'Do you really think we'll need three robots at each ring?' he asked.

'Trust me; someone will be able to beat them, there always is someone. It's better to be safe than sorry. Don't you remember the punching machines a while ago? You didn't think they'll get broken and when they did it took you an hour to get another one. We're just taking necessary precautions here.' he replied.

The official wasn't convinced, but he let it go anyway.

Mr. Satan was right. There was someone who defeated them, in fact there were six. Two were from group four and the others were groups two, six, seven and eight.

The news had shocked the officials and they had almost forgotten to give them the automatic qualification.

There were only the 16 finalists left. All the others have been sent away after the elimination rounds were over. Now it was time to decide who faced who.

'Just stay back and when I call your name step forward and draw a ball from this box. Whatever number you get will decide your opponent and the order of your match. Understood?' They all nodded.

'Ok, then let's get started! Bandow would you like to choose a ball please?' he said moving to the side.

Bandow, a very short and muscular man, stepped forward. He put his hand inside the box and shuffled it before finally taking a ball out.

'Two.' He said in a low voice.

'Bandow has drawn the number two!' said the Announcer.

The news was passed from official to official until it reached the officials outside on the ring. They had a large board to note all the matches on and there was a cheer from the crowd as they placed Bandow's name as the second competitor in the first match.

'But who'll be his opponent? We'll have to wait and see… Could Pan please step forward and pick a ball.'

Pan walked over stuck her hand into the box and randomly selected a ball.

'Seven.' She said.

'Number seven goes to Pan,' he said before pausing to wait until the officials had put that on their board another cheer from the crowd signalled that they did and he continued.

'Shiko please step forward and choose a ball.'

Shiko was massive and very muscular, intimidating for any human. He put his hands inside the box and moved them around before taking a ball out.

'Fourteen.' He said in a VERY high voice.

'Announcer…' said Trunks as he tapped him on the shoulder, 'I think it's your turn to speak now…'

'Uh… um… yeah… Number fourteen is Shiko!' he said, regaining his composure.

After a while, everyone had drawn and all the matches were decided. All the finalists were told to go outside and were soon followed by the Announcer.

'Ok, then… Let's go over the matches!' said the Announcer speaking - for the first time today - into his microphone. 'First of all we have Trunks vs. Bandow!'

A loud cheer erupted from the crowd forcing the announcer to wait.

'Then we have Majuub and Treevor duking it out! After which, we have Goten going head-to-head with Glope! Followed by Pan who's fighting with Toscar! Then we have another exciting match-up as Hammer takes on Vegeta! Followed by Onizak vs. Sairo! After that Starp and Shiko go at it in an all-out battle! And then to finish things off we have Gohan and Jakindo going toe-to-toe!'

A loud cheer burst out from the crowd as he finished announcing the matches.

'Finalists,' he said putting his microphone away, 'Please go inside and wait for your match when I call your names walk to the ring.'

They all walked inside. Bandow walked over to Trunks.

'There's a hospital somewhere near here,' he said casually.

Trunks looked at him, obviously confused.

'Do you want its number?' he continued, 'in fact I'll pay half the amount since it'll be mainly my fault, and you should probably book a private room 'cause you're going to be in a really bad shape after our match.' He tried to look intimidating as he stared Trunks - who was almost twice his height - straight in the eye.

'No thanks.'

'What do you mean "no thanks"? You're going to regret this! I'm warning you!' Bandow was visibly fuming at his insult and the pace at which he talked was considerably quickening.

'For once I try to be nice to my opponents and this is what I get! Well, screw that! I'm fed up of acting nice! And you, young lad have just sealed your fate! Wait until I'm done with you. You won't know an apple from a banana! But less talk and more action, the moment we get into the ring I'm going to rip you heart out and then-'

He was interrupted by the sound of the Announcer's voice.

'Welcome, folks, to The World Martial Arts Tournament. We are here to decide the World's Greatest Fighter!' he began passionately talking into his mic.

'As you probably already know, there are sixteen fighters to start with. As they go through the rounds more and more are eliminated until only one fighter is left. He will face none other than the Champ himself, Mr. Satan. The winner will be declared the World's Greatest Fighter.' He paused for a moment taking in the crowd's wild reactions before continuing.

'So, put on your seatbelts! Grab your popcorn! And prepare for a wild ride! We begin this Tournament with a sure-to-be thrilling match between Trunks and Bandow!'

Trunks walked out heading for the ring. He took everything in; he looked at the crowd cheering at them, the millions of excited faces awaiting their match. It felt great.

'Move it!' came Bandow's voice as he jogged from behind Trunks and moved in front of him before performing a number of poses for the crowd. 'You were blocking their view of their hero!' said Bandow clearly thinking that, that is the worst crime imaginable.

Trunks snorted in derision before completely ignoring him. A pint-sized hero that is, he thought to himself.

They reached the ring and climbed on top. They stared at each other. The only thing left was for the Announcer to start the match.

'Are you ready?' he asked. They both nodded. 'Then let The World Martial Arts Tournament begin!' The gong was struck and the match officially begun.

'Any last wishes?' asked Bandow before he crumbled unconscious to the floor.

Trunks was stood behind the fallen body of Bandow a look of triumph on his face.

'Uh… it seems that Trunks has won through a Knock Out!' said the Announcer, still dumbfounded at the mysterious sudden appearance of Trunks from behind Bandow.

The crowd cheered and began chanting, 'Trunks! Trunks! Trunks!' A couple of short people that resemble Bandow made their way out of the Arena, obviously unhappy. Trunks could here snippets of their conversations.

'What a rip-off!-'

'This thing is rigged…'

'I'm outta here!-'

'Wow! That was fast!' said Krillin. They were sitting inside, in the V.I.P. area which Mr. Satan always reserved for them. They had a clear view of the entire arena and the ring.

'Well, it is Trunks, what did you-' began Bulma, but she was abruptly cut short.

'Trunks will be going through to the next round! But now to our next amazing match… May I introduce to you Majuub vs. Treevor!"

Treevor was very long and medium sized, he had very long and wild hair, sticking about a metre out all around his head. His arms looked firm and strong.

'Tree-vor,' Majuub said thoughtfully, 'You sure do look like a tree.'

Treevor glared at him. 'Save your breath, I don't understand anything except fighting.'

'Whatever you say…'

'You two ready?' asked the Announcer as they stepped onto the ring. They both nodded.

'Then let the match begin!' he continued, and the gong was struck.

Treevor fired an assault of punches and kicks which were all easily dodged by Majuub. Then a punch landed square on Majuub's face. Majuub just smiled which confused Treevor, who suddenly felt the most painful thing in his life as Majuub delivered a kick to his stomach.

'Clear enough for you? Or would you like it translated into "Punch language"?' enquired Majuub.

'Clear…' Treevor managed to gasp out before collapsing to the ground.

'Majuub goes through to the next round by Knock Out! Our next match is Goten vs. Glope!'

Goten easily won his match by K.O. Afterwards Pan won her match by ring out, and then Vegeta went up against Hammer.

In an attempt to intimidate Vegeta, Hammer had brought all his power and punched the concrete floor causing a medium-sized crack. Happy with his efforts and convinced that Vegeta was going to immediately forfeit the match; he let a triumphant smile cross his face. Vegeta simply walked over to him and lightly tapped the ground next to him with his knuckles and it instantly shattered.

'I quit!' he had shouted while running out of the Arena.

In the next two matches Onizak and Starp had gone through to the next round.

'And now, for the last match of the first round, Gohan vs. Jakindo!'

They both made their way over to the ring. Gohan was getting impatient having to wait all that time until his match and was eager to get the match started. Jakindo was short and skinny. He didn't seem that strong and it appeared that this was going to be an easy match for Gohan.

'Are you sure you don't want to give up?' asked Gohan upon climbing on to the ring.

'No.'

'Contestants are you ready?' asked the Announcer. When both of them appeared to be ready he declared the match open.

Jakindo walked over to the middle and pressed a button on his watch and started madly laughing. Tonnes of fat appeared to be unrolling itself out his skin and he was growing taller and taller. He was gradually pushing Gohan closer and closer to the edge.

'How do you like that tough guy!' he said as if finally getting his long awaited revenge.

As he finished his "transformation", Gohan was standing on tiptoes right at the edge of the ring. Damn! I knew I should've eaten my chocolate breakfast today, he thought regretfully.

Gohan, who was relieved that no more fat was unravelling itself, picked Jakindo up and hauled him out of the ring.

'And the last contestant through to the next round by ring-out is Gohan!' A loud cheer erupted from the crowd which forced the Announcer to pause before continuing.

'Let's just go over the 2nd round matches. First we have Trunks facing off against Majuub, after that Goten takes on Pan, which is followed by Vegeta vs. Onizak and finally Gohan who is taking on Starp! Could Majuub and Trunks make their way to the ring?'

'Good luck,' said Trunks to Majuub as they stepped onto the ring.

'You too,'

'Let the second round begin!' shouted the Announcer, and the gong sounded. They both charged at each other, both going for the win.