I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry, please forgive me for not updating. Also as a side note, those of you who were reading Tranquil Violence it has been traded with Team Dragon Star in exchange for something more lucrative.
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ
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Videl walked through the packed stadium, feeling the eyes of everybody looking at her. She could hear the cheers of young girls, claiming that she was their hero and the words of confidence of those older than her. This was the moment she had been building up to and for some reason she couldn't focus properly. Was it because of the publicity? She shook her head; she was on front of the paper at least once a week for stopping some crime. Was it because the person she was fighting was her father? Once again she shook her head; she had wanted to beat up her father for so long it wasn't funny.
Or was it because after this was all said and done tomorrow she would be going to the school dance with Gohan?
Once again she shook her head, albeit a little more ferociously than last time but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get the thought out of her head. She didn't know when she had become all fan girly but for some reason over the last couple of days since she had gotten the dress her thoughts had drifted away from the imminent fight. Maybe spending time with Erasa had rubbed off on her somewhat.
She found her way to the competitors rooms and immediately rushed to the change rooms, turning on a tap and washing her face, as if trying to clean the thoughts out of her mind. She decided that after this fight she would take up a mantra, something to simply chant to herself over and over again to help get into the mood. She knew that Krillen and Eighteen would be watching today, if she ended up getting humiliated she knew she would have let them down.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" shouted the ring announcer excitedly from outside. Videl drowned out the voice she had come to know so well, even after nearly half a dozen world championships he could still draw a crowd with his voice alone. She was thankful though that there were some matches before the main event she would be competing in, allowing her time to do her stretches. She smirked as memories of her time back on the island washed through her mind.
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"These exercises will help limber up your limbs," said Roshi in a matter of fact tone, his staff in his hand.
"You've put on an aerobics video?" questioned Videl looking at the screen before hearing a sickening crunch as Roshi was punched through the wall of his own house.
"Ignore the pervert," said Eighteen placidly, not caring about the damage she had just caused. "Come, I'll teach you how to stretch properly."
"Isn't stretching a simple concept?" asked Videl as they walked outside to find Marron poking the unconscious Roshi with a piece of wood that had once been a part of the house.
"In theory yes, however simple things like rotations and twists help with ensuring that you don't damage any part of your spine," said Eighteen as she turned to face her pupil. "However if you overstretch or you stretch incorrectly you will end up doing more harm than good."
"Alright then," said Videl nervously before Eighteen started putting her through her paces with stretching alone.
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"I've come a long way," she said to herself with a chuckle, thinking of how week she had been those first few days. She had a few tricks up her sleeve she had gathered since then which she was itching to try out in an actual combat situation and see whether or not they are battle worthy. Out of everything that Eighteen, Krillen and even Marron had taught her, her secret weapon was the one that Roshi had taught her. It was a last resort but she knew if worst came to worst that the people in the crowd would be safe due to there being a number of skilled fighters in the stadium. She just hoped it didn't come down to that.
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"Enjoying the fights?" asked Gohan as he took his seat next to Sharpner.
"They aren't as action packed as the ones you and your friends were in," said Sharpner analysing the bout. "Heck, I could have beaten the last guy who won easily."
"Fights aren't always meant to be about who's stronger, it's about trying to better yourself each time," said Gohan with a grin across his face.
"You shouldn't be smiling mister," snapped Erasa as she leant around Sharpner to look Gohan in the eye. "The dance is tomorrow and we still haven't found you a date!"
"Just because you haven't got me a date doesn't mean I don't have one," said Gohan chuckling. "Anyway, why don't you tell Sharpner about your dress for the hundredth time to make sure he gets the right type of coronation for his suit?"
If Sharpner could have attacked Gohan right then and now without getting in trouble with Erasa he would have, however the blonde had automatically gone into overdrive as she described the layout of her dress. Sharpner simply sighed as he turned his head, he had forgotten how many times he had been told this but he didn't really care anymore. He had already gotten the coronation and he knew that it would be just fine, nothing had to be as perfect as Erasa wanted it.
It was in his little view however that his eye dropped down to look at Gohan's left arm, the one which could dislodge at his will and he couldn't help but wonder if it always had a scar.
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"What a show!" shouted the announcer as both the combatants walked away from the ring, albeit one a little more banged up than the other. In all honesty it hadn't been that much of a fight compared to those of the tournaments he had hosted but then again, these people were not Son Goku. He enjoyed these fights in the aspect that he could call them as he saw them, considering that some of the fights he had called he could never catch hide nor hair of either competitor until one was incapable of moving. The only problem was these fights lacked the excitement feel that the bigger ones did. He knew most of the general population believed the light tricks some of the people could do were merely tricks, nothing more; however having been ringside when they occurred he didn't care whether they were real or not, that was entertainment.
"Now the moment you have all been waiting for ladies and gentlemen, it's time for our Main EVENT!" he shouted getting the stadium to erupt in a series of cheers. "One is man who saved the planet from the clutches of Cell." The announcer choked slightly on his own words, he had recognised most of the fighters at the Cell Games on the television and knew that in no way shape or form could Hercule have matched up against something which Goku had had difficulty with. They both had been claimed the 'Strongest under the Heavens' however no matter what way you looked at it, Goku was beyond anything most fighters could ever comprehend. "The other spends her time saving the people of Satan City from crooks and villains. They share the same name, they live under the one roof and today before your very eyes we are going to see a family conflict like no other! Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you Hercule and Videl Satan!"
'Still got it' he thought as the crowd erupted into frantic screams and cheers as Hercule and Videl walked side by side towards the ring. A thousand flashlights seemed to go off at once as people took the opportunity to catch the father and daughter on camera. Hercule and Videl walked up the steps stride by side, neither taking a step in front of the other out of mutual respect. Had this been the time when Hercule had still been the champion he would have been in the centre of the ring before she had even made it out of the starting blocks.
They separated, moving to alternate sides of the ring before turning to face one another, neither saying a word. Videl had only seen her father late last night when Gohan had dropped him off from whatever horrific training the boy had put her father through. Even from three hallways away she could hear him screaming nightmares, something he had never done before. As such, she knew her father was going to be bringing his 'A' game today at a level that nobody here had ever seen before.
Hercule slipped into his patented style, the one which had become so familiar around the entire world. However, Videl could already pick up the smallest of differences. After having watched her father year after year she had come to know that stance like the back of her hand. Yet here it was, similar but not identical. "Gohan really put you through your paces, didn't he Dad," said Videl as she slid into her own stance. Hercule said nothing in return but flashed her daughter a smile, not one of the boastful ones he had had on him for six years, rather a genuine one, and his in turn caused Videl to smile.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is our Main Event," shouted the ring announcer causing yet another round of cheers. "I think I speak for everybody here when I say this...LET THE FIGHT BEGIN!"
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Am I cruel for finishing it there...probably. As a side note, if any of you want to help me could you vote for me on Team Dragon Star's Poll? It would mean so much.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed.