((Really, really sorry for the major hiatus guys, but good news! I believe I may have some consistent time to actually work on this story every weekend now, and with the plan of the story now cemented in my head, I believe I can now write the story that sits within my mind! :D))

Chapter 4: Sowing the Seeds of Fear

Pressed up tightly against the door leading out from his changing room, Mr. Satan's panic stricken expression only increased in intensity as the loud cheers of the arena continued to fill the air. The designers and costume detail had done a fantastic job of preparing the World Champion in a stunning cloak and golden robe to match the belt that hung around his waist, maintaining the burgundy secondary color to match his darker outfit. However, the champion's mind raced, flashbacks of the two golden haired warriors facing off in front of him.

What am I going to do?! There's no way I can beat a freak like that...not again. There's just no way...I can't beat those super powers and...

Mr. Satan stopped his train of thought, glancing up at the sound of the voices chanting his name from the arena, the roaring applause only slightly muffled in the changing room he occupied.

No...I can beat this freak. I am the World Champion...the strongest man alive. Just like how I beat that Buu clone freak with the power of my fans, I'll beat this guy without even blinking...huh...yeah!"

"Mr. Satan? Are you ready yet or do we need to take another look at-"

"I'm fine!"

The door swung up as the Champion emerged into the corridor with his head held high, glancing to the woman clutching a clipboard and blinking with wide eyes.

"I'm ready to show this amateur here why I truly am the champion of the World!"

Letting out a deep sigh, Goku leaned forward as he rested his chin on his forearms, staring at the ring below. The crowd continued to chant Hercule's name, the cheers for the champion consistently as strong as ever while a lone Vegetto stood in the middle of the wide tile arena, crossing his arms. The Potara fusion had reverted back to his normal state, his energy level dropping to avoid any type of detection.

The small man child glanced to his side, noticing Gogeta had returned to join him and Vegeta in their box, while keeping a frown.

"If you had won, would you be out there still?"

Gogeta raised an eyebrow, making his way to Goku's left as he stared him down.

"What do you mean?"

Goku gestured down to the cross armed Vegetto, his frown deepening once his attention had turned back to the arena.

"Would you really want to humiliate Mr. Satan like your brother there too? If you had won the match, would you still be pushing to fight?"

Gogeta frowned in response, glancing down to the arena with a half hearted sigh.

"I don't know. Maybe not like this."

Vegeta grunted.

"He deserves it."

Goku glanced to his side, turning to face Vegeta to his right.

"Oh really? And if he had gotten what he deserved, do you still think we could have had enough power to defeat Buu all those years ago?"

Vegeta kept his attention on the arena, his stern expression unfazed by Goku's point.

"What happened in the past doesn't matter. The fact is that he still takes credit for the work we do, and it's about time these people see just who the real champions are."

Goku let out another sigh in response, turning back to the arena with his head resting on his forearms.

"You may be right Vegeta. But I still think he is worth something, and I know in my gut that this is just wrong."

The three Saiyans glanced up, however, as the applause erupted into an ovation as Mr. Satan suddenly came into view, slowly advancing towards the ring.

Climbing the small stair case in a matter of seconds, Mr. Satan came to his left as he entered the ring. Pacing himself slowly, the world Champion locked eyes with the black pupils of Vegetto, who smirked back at him with his crossed arms, keeping still.

However, the same confident smirk was overshadowed by Mr. Satan's matching grin, his voice booming as he lifted a microphone up to his lips.

"So tough guy...you think you have what it takes to challenge the strongest fighter in the entire world?!"

The crowd erupted into a massive cheer at the question, the roar of applause and chants for Mr. Satan deafening the arena. Vegetto glanced up, nearly rolling his eyes as he scanned the various crowd, while Goku buried his head into his hands at the bravdo being displayed by Mr. Satan.

Great...

Vegetto's attention soon returned to Mr. Satan, watching him pace back in forth within a good twenty meters away from him, his confident expression unchanged as he point to the fusion.

"You think a couple of fancy tricks, a hair color change, and a tough guy attitude is going to scare me?! You couldn't even win your last fight as a man...you won by default!"

Vegeta immediately broke out into a smirk, his eyes turning to Goku.

"Do you still have this good feeling about him now?"

Goku narrowed his eyes.

"Shut up Vegeta."

Vegetto's eyes widened slightly, his smirk quickly morphing into an open mouth grin of surprise, watching the champion continue with his trash talking attempt.

"I mean hell, I would've expected my opponent to be able to win the match he fought for the right challenge me by winning in fighting, not rock paper scissors! How much did you pay for him to quit so you could have the honor of getting thrashed by me?"

The champion leaned forward, staring at Vegetto with a confident grin and holding the microphone closer to his face in a dramatic flair.

"It's a sad day when the Champion has to face an opponent who will only play games-"

Mr. Satan blinked, the microphone suddenly whipping out of his hand as it forced him to stumble forward. He yelped, rapidly attempting to regain his composure as he stared back to see the object land in the white glove of Vegetto, who held the microphone slightly closer to his face with a confident smirk.

"Don't worry. We won't play any games in this fight."

With the ground trembling underneath their feet, a golden aura rapidly erupted up from underneath Vegetto's feet as the microphone suddenly shattered to pieces in the tightened grip of the transformed Super Saiyan. The crowd erupted into a dramatic applause as the announcer's voice hung out above theirs, his eager tone.

"Let's get this match underway! Fighters, you may begin!"

Vegetto chuckled lightly, his arms dropping down to his sides as he began to slowly walk towards Mr. Satan, who had managed to move into a defensive martial arts stance despite the wide eyed expression of fear and terror on his face and the wet stain growing in between the legs of his pants.

"No wait, please! I was only kidding about the games thing...I love games! I'd rather play one than fight you...oh please no..."

Vegetto kept his confident smirk, staring back at Hercule without a response. The Potara fusion had closed the gap to ten meters, having come to a stand still as he stared back at the wimpering champion of the world.

"Sorry Hercule, but it's time everyone learned the truth about who really saves the Earth from certain destruction, and who the true heroes are."

However, a sudden burst of energy caught the fusion off guard, instinctively stepping back as a new figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the ring. Suddenly standing in between Mr. Satan and Vegetto stood a human looking woman in appearance, having short hair with light shade of blonde and nearly matching Vegeta in height.

Vegetto blinked, his attention caught on the type of regal apparel she wore, nearly matching that of the Kais minus the long shoulder pads. Her attention landed on him as well, her eyes narrowed as she spoke.

"Are you Son Goku?"

Vegetto hesistated for a moment, staring back at her with a blank expression.

"No, but I know him."

The Potara fusion then turned his attention to the guest box, gesturing up while waving his hand. The crowd had remained silent, whispers and small conversations filling the air as the announcer spoke.

"Umm...I'm not sure who you are and how you got here, Miss. But this match is between the two gentlemen...please leave the ring immediately!"

Goku perked his head up, quickly nudging for the other two to follow him as he teleported down into the ring. The four moved forward, Vegetto raising an eyebrow as he descended down into his base form while Goku spoke.

"What? What's going on?"

The mysterious woman glanced down to the child, frowning as she turned back to Vegetto.

"This is Son Goku? A mere child?"

Vegetto chuckled lightly in response, shaking his head.

"It's a long story, but I can assure you, he's not a child. But to the point, who are you and why are you looking for him?"

The woman turned back to the four warriors, her frown deepening.

"My name is Leiji, and I am here on the Kais' behalf. We received a disturbing report from King Yemma, and we believe it is under attack by an unknown force."

She then gestured for the warriors to grab her shoulder, nodding to them.

"Come with me, and I'll explain everything once we reach the our homeworld."

Each of the four warriors exchanged slightly confused glances with each other, before reluctantly nodding and grasping one of her shoulders. With the same loud "fzzt" that marked her entry, the mysterious woman soon disappeared with the four in tow, leaving behind a stunned crowd of onlookers and Mr. Satan sitting flat on his butt in the middle of the arena.