Chapter 2: The World's Strongest Fusion?

Throughout the remainder of the tournament, Vegetto and Gogeta fought their separate ways to the finals, easily dispatching the competition. In light of a second super powered fusion, Vegeta had made a decision to step down, in order to see the match up of a lifetime that he and Goku had missed previously before. The crowd could barely make a sound, the shock from the power of these two warriors effortlessly moving up to the finals preventing them from booing or cheering. Mr. Satan had fled into hiding within his main chamber once more, his eyes wide with fear as he sat in the corner.

This can't be happening! I stopped Goku from entering, and there are still more of those Saiyan freaks out there fighting! Why do they always have to enter my tournaments?!

A knock rung out from the front door, causing Hercule to pause his grieving and glance up at the muffled voice from the other side.

"Mr. Satan?! Is everything ok in there?!"

Mr. Satan cringed, gripping his stomach in case the reporter could see him through the door, as he responded back in fake pain.

"No! I've got another...stomach...ache that's bothering me! Oooh, the pain! Why does this always happen to me?!"

The reporter sighed from the other side, continuing on.

"Well, I just wanted to let you know that the finals for the adult division are about to start! You'll be facing off against the winner of this match for the World Title."

Mr. Satan's jaw dropped.

"What?!"

"It was decided a few minutes ago by the officials overseeing the tournament. They believe that one of these two fighters has a good chance at defeating you, since they have shown little effort advancing through the bracket..."

Mr. Satan rose to his feet, glaring angrily at the door.

"How dare they?! They think those two amatuers have a chance at defeating the Champion of the World?!"

The door swung open, revealing a grinning reporter nodding to Mr. Satan, who was standing a few feet away.

"So you're feeling better then? Fantastic, let's get you ready for the match of the century!"

Mr. Satan's jaw hung open, groaning to himself.

Why does this always happen to me...

"Ladies and gentlemen, the world tournament final match is about to begin! What could be waiting for us at the end of this match?! Stay tuned to find out folks, because these two warriors have proven that they are a force to be reckoned with!"

The crowd remained silent, staring wide eyed at the two fusions facing off in the middle of the large, square ring. Vegetto smirked to himself, glancing around in amusement at the sight.

"You'd think they'd be a little more excited for this match..."

Gogeta grinned, clenching his fists.

"Maybe they're just a little too excited for this brother. Although, I'm sure what we have planned isn't exactly going to be what they want to see."

Vegetto chuckled, clenching his fists as well.

"We can't fight here. If we do, we'll undoubtedly get carried away and wreck the entire planet in our wake. But still, we need to decide who will have the honor of humiliating the champ once and for all."

Gogeta nodded, moving into an offensive fighting stance and prepared to dash forward.

"Fine. We'll play by your rules this time. Let's go!"

Vegetto moved into a similar stance, reeling his fist back in preparation.

"You're going to wish we never met after this one."

The gong rang, signalling the start of the match.

"YOU MAY BEGIN!"

The two fusions immediately bolted forward in a dash, reeling their respective fists back as they each let out thunderous dual roars. The crowd moved to the edge of their seats, Goku and Vegeta watching in wide eyed awe, and Mr. Satan cringing in fear as the two fusions' fists came within inches of clashing with each other.

Having made their way into the stands during the Pan scare, Goten and Valese stared in confusion at the resulting clash between the two fusions. They had watched their entire advancement into the finals, expecting a monterous and powerful dual to satisfy their desire for battle.

Valese glanced up at Goten, raising an eyebrow.

"What are they doing down there?"

Goten shrugged his shoulders slightly, keeping his attention on the ring with wide eyes.

"I think...they're playing rock, paper, scissors..."

Vegetto's eyebrow twitched in anger, pulling back his sideways peace sign as Gogeta grinned from ear to ear, pumping the fist he had thrown out earlier.

"Alright! Rock beats scissors!"

Vegetto grunted, glaring back at Gogeta.

"Best two out of three. You cheated anyways, so you owe me a rematch!"

Gogeta smirked, reeling his fist back.

"You're on!"

The two threw their arms forward, reeling their fists back in three motions as they chanted together.

"One...two...three. One...two...three!"

Vegetto smirked, pulling back the same sideways peace sign as Gogeta frowned at his flat upside down palm.

"Ha! Scissors wins!"

Gogeta's eyebrow twitched, glaring back at Vegetto.

"You said best two out of three. So let's end this!"

Vegetto smirked, throwing his arm back out.

"Fine!"

The two continued to chant together, oblivious to the crowd at hand. Their shock had become even worse, jaws hanging down to the ground at the sight of the fusions playing rock, paper, scissors to decide who fights against Hercule.

Pan mimicked their expressions, glancing over to Goku and Vegeta in disbelief.

"What are they doing Grandpa? There supposed to be fighting, not playing a silly kid's game!"

Goku grinned, glancing up at Pan.

"I think it's clever! And funny for sure!"

Vegeta smirked, his attention on the two.

"It's a smart move, to say the least. Those civilians aren't ready for a fight between fusions, and they both know what will happen in the end if they had actually fought for real in a ring surrounded by innocent people. I think it's much safer for humans if the two played that game than actually fighting for the right to take the title from Hercule."

Pan huffed, turning back to the match.

"I still think they're stupid..."

The two hands finally shot down for the last time, the clear and obvious victor now in plain sight. The two stared at the result for a moment, taking in the outcome for a brief moment.

Vegetto then immediately fist pumped, pratically sticking his tongue out at Gogeta in his triumph.

"HAHA! PAPER BEATS ROCK! I WIN AND YOU LOSE BROTHER!"

Gogeta crossed his arms, glaring at the ground as he began to pout.

"I should've won."

Vegetto chuckled, shaking his head as he boastfully gestured toward the side of the ring.

"Not this time Gogeta! Now, step out of the ring as we agreed to and this will all be over soon..."

Gogeta grunted angrily, but complied with the agreement. He crossed his arms, glaring at the ground as he walked towards the edge of the ring and promptly hopped down onto the grass below.

The announcer blinked, remaining quiet for a minute before pulling the microphone up to his mouth.

"...Well...it seems Gogeta has decided to forfeit! Vegetto wins the match!"

Vegetto smirked, glancing around at the silent crowd as he began to make his way down from the steps leading into the ring.

"Our winner of this year's Tenkaichi Budokai will go on to fight against Mr. Satan with the next 30 mins for the World Championship title! We will be back soon after this small recess to begin the match!"