Author's note: Here's the next chapter! I tried to not make it boring but sorry if it is.

Chapter 2: The Drawing

"I look forward to seeing you in the ring." Her voice echoed through Piccolo's head. He didn't fully lie to Gohan but he didn't tell the full truth either. At first it was a challenge with only her posture and that stare of hers. The look she gave him with those eyes pierced through him like he was nothing, forcing him to look back. He couldn't find the will to look away or blink; only stare. Then, it was with words he hadn't expected to head in his head. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't surprised that she had a form of telepathic communication. He'd also be lying if he said he wasn't surprised by how calmly she spoke. He knew she had taken Vegeta's words about the boy personally but her control was impressive.

The more he thought about these strange fighters the more his curiosity got to him. A roar of shouting pierced through his thoughts. He darted his eye back and forth, not sure of how to take the scene that unfolded before him. Fighters were rioting and fighting each other for reason he couldn't fathom. Guards rushed in, trying to calm everyone down but unsuccessful. Piccolo could tell they were only hired hands to keep spectators in line, not seasoned fighters.

Almost as suddenly as the brawl had started, it stopped. Piccolo watched as some of the guards hauled out a few men, whom he assumed started the fight, and went back to his thoughts. It didn't take long for someone else to take him from his thoughts again, but this time he hadn't expected to hear that voice so soon.

"For the last time the machine isn't broken!" Peering past the crowd of people Piccolo saw a very tall, and very pissed off brunette that was none other but Saiyia.

"I wonder what's going on." Gohan muttered. He pushed his way through the crowd to get a better look; the other Z fighters following him closely. They were just as curious as he was. They pushed their way to the front of the crowd to see Saiyia standing in front of the strength calculator. Her arms were crossed, her posture ridged with anger, and her eye smoldered with hate as she glared as a shot, chubby man with glasses as he tinkered with the machine.

"There that should do it." He sighed, whipping away the sweat from his brow.

"That's what you said the last seven times." She exasperated. Piccolo watched as she focused on the machine and quickly composed herself as she settled into a fighting stance. With little effort she tapped the machine with her fist.

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"No, no, no, that can't be right." The man shook his head and approached the machine again. Saiyia sighed. "One more-" He didn't have chance to finish. Saiyia punched the machine again with less restraint and sent it flying into the wall; crushing it into pieces.

"I told you it wasn't broken." She said smugly. She turned her back to the man who was now shaking with fear, and headed towards her companions in the corner of the room who were trying to control their laughter. As she walked by them she slowly turned her attention to them and to Piccolo in particular. The room seemed to slip away and time slowed as she passed; eyes locking on him. A smirk grew across her face that made the amusement in her eyes dance like a roaring flame and made her eyes look more like crystals. "She's definitely not human." Piccolo felt a strange feeling in his gut but couldn't describe it fully. His interest in fighting against her grew as she walked on, pulling her gaze from him and focusing on the young boy. Piccolo slowly came back to reality only to hear Gohan attempting to get his attention.

"Piccolo? Hey, can you hear me?" Piccolo looked at Gohan from the corner of his eye quickly and then went back to studying Saiyia and her companions. "You ok Piccolo? You look like you've seen a ghost. I mean I know she busted the machine but so can we." Piccolo didn't answer. He just continued to analyze the small group who acted as if nothing important was going on.

"It was the way she looked at you, isn't it?" That question got Piccolo's attention. Gohan continued. "What I mean is, the way she looks at you with those eyes. I saw it better this time; much better than the last. It's like she's trying to intimidate you, but you just absorb it like it's nothing. Any normal man would have turned and run by now. I think even I would after her doing it twice."

"Could he be right?" Piccolo thought. "He may be an adult now but he also received his father's brain, even with all those text books he was forced to read. But if he was right, that could explain the gut feeling…no, it wasn't intimidation… or at least not completely." His head was starting to hurt. "Gohan, do me a favor and don't under estimate them."

Gohan was a little confused but didn't argue. "Whatever you say Piccolo."

Time didn't pass very fast. It took a while for a replacement machine to be brought in and it continued to malfunction for a while but eventually the calculations were made for all the Z fighters and they headed to the area where they would be drawing lots. When they arrived they were surprised to see so few people there.

"They changed up the qualifications rules but there has to be more than this." Goku mused. "There's barely over a dozen including us."

"More will show up. You're just early." Goku looked to see Ramira and Isha approaching. I was Isha who had spoken this time. She has a friendly smile on her face which made Goku feel better about their approach. "We didn't make it that difficult to get in." He could almost hear laughter in her voice, or maybe he was just going crazy.

"So you can speak!" Goku beamed.

"Wait, really? I can? I thought I was a mute!" Isha was silent with a grim face but it didn't last long. A smile grew over her face and she started to laugh which caused Goku to laugh as well. He was really starting to like these girls.

"Well aren't you both brave." Vegeta sneered. "Wandering so far away from the protection of your Master and that fucking Bitch."

Ramira and Isha glared at Vegeta and it looked like Ramira was going to ship something back but was stopped.

"Don't waste your breath on him." Saiyia approached from behind the two women. "He's just upset because his wife makes him sleep on the couch."

"I dare you to say that again!" Vegeta roared. Saiyia just ignored him.

"You all might as well make yourselves comfortable. It will be a while until the drawing begins." She looked overly serious but not as cold to them as earlier. And eerie silence fell.

"Hey what happened to the blonde that was with you?" Ramira was getting uncomfortable with the silence.

"18? She decided to sit this one out and watch the fun." Krillen responded. Ramira just nodded absent mindedly. The patter of footsteps from the entrance stole everyone's attention. Out of the hallway ran the boy, Tye who ran directly to Saiyia.

"He sticks to like glue." Piccolo thought it was odd but dismissed it. It probably had something to do with his blindness.

"Master Raiden wishes everyone luck." He smiled at Saiyia as she rubbed her hand on his head. "Oh, and he says to not over do it."

Piccolo listened to her chuckle slightly. It was light and at a higher pitch than he assumed it would have been, seeing her voice was low for a woman.

"Hn, should the boy be warming up for the junior division or was he beaten already?" Vegeta mocked.

"I'm not in the junior division." Tye responded innocently.

"Ha! And here we were told you had some special gift to accompany your blindness." Tye just smiled.

"No Mister, you misunderstand what I mean." Vegeta eyed him curiously. "I'm not in the junior division because I'm in this division. It's not possible to be in both divisions."

Vegeta lifted an eye brow in response. "Explain."

"It's simple. The rule is, if you can score over a 125 on the punch meter then you qualify for the adult competition; that includes children." Ramira explained.

"There's no way that boy got in this competition with more than a 125 score!" Vegeta raged.

"199 to be exact." Saiyia sneered. "And that was with restraint."

A shocked silence fell of the group. No one knew what to make of the information they were given. Tye seemed unaffected by the silence as he smiled, not fully understanding the oddity of his score.

A short, bald man walked up to them. "Excuse me for interrupting you all but we're about to start the drawing.

Saiyia arched an eyebrow. "Already? Shouldn't there be more here?"

"I'm afraid only sixteen people were able to pass by your standards." His look was grim. "the last two qualifiers just walked in."

"Only sixteen fighters could get over a score of 125…How pathetic!" Tye crossed his arms.

"Tye!" Isha hissed. But her scolding fell on deaf ears as Saiyia gave Tye and encouraging pat on the head.

"A score of 125 was a low requirement and if these so called fighters can't even make that, then they aren't worth our time." Saiyia didn't wait for a response. She just walked off towards the drawing station and it didn't take long for the others to follow.

Each fighter was called up in a random order to draw a ball from a box. A young man with shoulder length, blonde hair by the name of Lance was the first to draw a number. His name was written in the number eight slot and they called for Trunks. He drew the number fifteen and things continued at the same pace. Goku and Gohan ended up being pitched together in the third round, being numbers five and six. Tye drew the number one and was up against a larger, muscular man with the name of Viktor in the first round of the day.

"Don't cry when I punch you little boy." Viktor sneered. Tye only smiled which pissed Viktor off.

"I have to give the boy credit. He has spunk." Piccolo thought.

The drawing continued and Krillen was pitched against an enormous man by the name of Crippler Hitman in the second round. He looked more like a wrestler than a fighter but he still didn't stand a chance against Krillen. Yamcha was next and was placed at the thirteenth spot with no current opponent along with Saiyia who was placed at the tenth spot with no current opponent. Then it was Piccolo's turn.

"Ma Junior, you're next." Piccolo thought he saw a confused reaction from Saiyia and Isha but when he looked closer it was gone; as if it hadn't been there at all. Piccolo rummaged his hand through the box and pulled out a ball with the number eleven on it. Looking at the board his was being paired up with a young man named Clay. He was tall man who and had brown hair and brown eyes and from the way he stood close to the three women and the color of his gi Piccolo assumed he was from the same school. Continuing to study the fight layouts he realized if both he and Saiyia made it through the first round they'd be paired against each other. He hoped this was the case. He wanted to see her skill first hand.

Isha was next and she was given the seventh space pairing her up with Lance. She went to go back to her standing place but Lance stopped her. Using some charm he handed her a rose.

"I promise I won't damage your beautiful face and after I win the tournament I take you out to dinner." Isha refused to take the rose and shoved him out of the way showing him her disgust with her facial expressions. Saiyia and Clay looked no better. They both showed how appalled they were at the man's nerve but Ramira and Tye were caught up in hysterical laughter.

"It's not funny." Isha muttered. Her face was red with embarrassment.

"Vegeta, you're next." Vegeta proudly walked up and grabbed a ball. He was either to be paired up with Saiyia, Trunks, or Yamcha and Piccolo hoped, for the sake of being able to fighter her himself, he wasn't paired with Saiyia. He knew with the words that had been passed between the two, Vegeta wouldn't go easy on her.

Vegeta looked at the ball he pulled out and a large grin formed on his face. Without facing anyone he showed the number over his back.