Chapter 6:Champ vs Challenger

Hercule Satan approached the ring with an expression of sheer horror.

Why me? He thought. I mean it was bad enough that not one, not two, but FOUR of kids had shown up with the same powers as those weirdos from the Cell Games. And now here I am with a girl before me that's beaten at least two of them. Two! What chance does someone like little ole me have against a brat with powers like that?

"H-Hey kid-"

"My name is Marron, Mister Satan."

"Right, right, Maron then. You know this is just an exhibition match, right? A-"

"I know what an exhibition match means sir, though if you're worried about my 'powers', don't be. I've used up just about every drop of ki beating Chi and Bra."

Hercule Satan blinked, his large jaw unhinged as it dropped. "W-Well good!" he said as he put his knuckles on the side of his body, resting them on his white martial arts belt. "Because now without your dumb little tricks to get in the way Mister Satan can show you how a real fighter does it."

Marron rolled her eyes in a very 18-ese manner. "They're not tricks," Marron said with a pouting frown and annoyed glare.

"The Kamehameha is a legitimate martial arts move that my master Roshi took 50 years to perfect, thank you very much. Same for the technique of self-flight that were powers that from the School of the Crane style. So respectfully Mister World Champ, they are no more tricks than your ability to chop through 14 out of 15 stacked titles is."

She then stuck out her tongue in an impulsive bit of childishness.

Hercule had no reply to that but instead narrowed his eyes in a look of seriousness. Powers or no powers he wasn't about to let some kid mock him like that.

"How about I show you how a real martial artist does it then! No fancy laser beams or flying power, just some good old fisticuffs!"

With that the World Champ launched into a furious series of kicks and punches, none of which landed on Marron as he was out of range, and no doubt showing off to the audience.

When he had finished his quick demonstration Hercule looked back down on Marron and smirked, a large bead of sweat dripping down the side of his head as he did.

Marron shrugged. "Not bad I guess, but your form is full of holes sir. Too much excessive movement and unnecessary flair to be used in a real fight. But I don't mind, seeing as how you were clearly showing off for the crowd and all that. Now-"

Marron bent her body down into an offensive fighting stance. "I would like to begin if that's alright with you Mister Satan. And please don't try to back out, I won my right to face you in a match and I WILL have it."

Hercule gulped at the young girl's cold, serious tone and face. Sweat merciful Kami, she serious! His face contorted into a look of sheer terror. "A-Alright then kid, take this: Satan Punch!"

Marron grunted as the blow connected with her face and she slid back slightly on her shoes' soles. Not giving her any time to recover, Hercule quickly followed up his punch with a long kick. "Dynamite Kick!"

That blow to her stomach forced Marron back just slightly and forced her to double over at the stomach. Hercule Satan may have been a liar and a blowhard, but that didn't change the fact that his blows were still roughly on par with Master Roshi's, albeit in a much younger body.

And without her ki to be able to negate the physical effect and damage of those blows, she was forced by simply physics to feel some sort of pain and recoil from it, however unwillingly.

Granted, those blows were nothing more than a sharp stinging pain on par with a bee sting, but given the fact that Marron was running on fumes stamina wise, there was a very good chance she could lose to this man if she didn't keep her guard up.

However, determined not to go down without a fight, Marron stood back up with just enough time to block every single one of Hercule's incoming rapid-fire punches and kicks. Marron blocked them as slowly as she could, partly because it was all she could do, and partly because she wanted the people up in the crowds around her to see what she was doing.

After about half a minute of nothing but defensive blocking, Marron found the opening that she was looking for (Hercule, to his credit, was fighting with a much tighter form then the one he had just shown the audience) and gave the World Champ a jab in the stomach.

Hercule toppled over as he bent to his stomach, clutching it in pain as he did.

Marron blinked a little in surprise as she kept her guard up. "I didn't hit you that hard sir, you were able to live through Cell smacking you face first into a mountain, you can't be in THAT much pain."

"E-Easy for you to say kid." Hercule wheezed as he stood with his back up straight. "You got the endurance of a freaking robot."

"Given that my mother's a cyborg and one of the most kindest people that she knew, aside from my father, was a robot, I'll take that as a compliment."

Hercule could only stare at her. "Huh?"

"Regardless," Marron continued as she cracked her neck back and forth before settling down in a fighting stance. "It may be about time we end this match, and seeing as how Mr. Goku is watching, I have just the technique in mind."

With that Marron rushed at Hercule and as she did so, shouted: "Jan Ken Fist!"

The next thing that he knew, Hercule was hit with another quick punch to the chest as the small blond fighter cried out: "Rock!" which sent him flying back a few feet closer toward the ring out.

Still dazed by the sudden blow, he was unable to brace himself when Marron shouted: "Paper!" and was hit with an open palmed strike to the face that sent him tethering over the edge of the ring.

Hercule flung his arms around wildly windmill style in an attempt to regain his balance, but Marron simply walked up to him, took a deep breath, and blew.

THUD! With that, the Announcer declared Marron the winner of her match with Hercule and added that the Adult Division would be starting in about an hour. Smiling at her victory the pint sized fighter wearily walked off of the arena, hoping that Bra and the other Saiyans hadn't already eaten the tournament out of all of its food and drink.

DBZ

Much to her immense relief, Marron found that there was, in fact, enough food left for her. Granted, Bra and Trunks's mother had to go out and order the food from off island as the adults were currently hogging all of the good tournament food for themselves. But still, food was food and when you were next to drained on ki and had just beaten two Super Saiyans, every little morsel helped.

"Geeze Marron," Trunks said midway through his 20th bowl of rice. "Didn't think it was possible for someone who's just human to eat as much as the rest of us."

Marron glanced up from her food and gave him an irritated leer from being interrupted from her eating. "My normal appetite's worth that of 10 little girls what with all of the training I do, and when you add in the fact that I just beat two Super Saiyans and the World Champ, I think I've earned myself a good long meal," Marron said in between bites as she finished off her 25th bowl of rice.

"Sides," she added as she stifled back a burp. "I'll just burn all of the calories off with my training anyways."

"What I'm surprised by is the fact that you need to eat at all." Time remarked with a grin. "After all, I would have thought that toasters just needed to plug themselves in so that they could recharge."

"I bet I could eat more then you could." Marron said with a twitch under her right eye.

"Um, Marron? You've already eaten more bowls then he has.," Chi pointed out.

Marron said nothing and seemed to ignore the Son daughter as she kept her intense gaze on Time.

"Alright short stuff," Time said, still grinning. "You're on!"

Chi sighed and jumped down from her seat to the floor. "If anyone needs me, I'm going to get some ice cream from one of the stalls."

"I'll join ya," Bra said as she did the same and followed after Chi.

Meanwhile, in a corner that was secluded enough for him to relax his mind and energy, Piccolo sat, his long green legs crossed as he meditated.

"Excuse me, but you are the one that goes by the name of Ma Junior correct?"

Piccolo opened a lone eye and saw a tall, brown skinned man standing next to him. Piccolo said nothing, figuring that the man before him wasn't worth the trouble.

The man, who had many physical traits similar to that of the fighter Killa (save for the lack of a mustache and a shining bald head that would have made Roshi proud), continued to talk.

"My name is 15, I will be your opponent in the first round. I hope our match is a good one."

To finish 15 then gave Piccolo a polite, but stiff, one armed bow.

Piccolo simply said nothing again in reply. What little, pathetic energy he could detect off of this 15 was the pathetic but typical level for a human fighter ignorant of what real martial arts and fighting was.

"… Don't count on it.," Piccolo grunted in a low voice.

A small smile appeared on 15's thick lips. "Heh. We'll see when we fight, won't we Ma Junior?"

With that, 15 walked off leaving Piccolo alone to his meditation once more.

DBZ

"I- BUURRAAPPP- d-did it.," Marron said in a weak voice. Sure enough, she now had a total of 37 bowls of rice stacked in front of her and a bulging belly to hold all that food in, while Time had a mere 25.

Time did his best to hold back his laughter. "Looks like you showed me, eh short stuff?"

"S-Shupah. I-" But Marron was unable to finish her sentence as she passed out into slumber right then and there, the fullness of her stomach and her body's exhaustion having finally overcome her much prided stamina and endurance.

Trunks looked at Time. "Why do you mess with her as much as you do?"

"Come on, like YOU'VE never messed with your little sister just because you can?"

"Well yea," Trunks replied. "So is that what Marron is to you then, an unofficial little sister?"

Time nodded. "That, and I just like messing with someone who tries to be so serious all the time. It's fun."

"Speaking of fun," Trunks said, "I got a plan that could get us to compete with the adults."

"Pass."

Trunks glared at the blond boy in annoyance. "You didn't even let me tell you what my plan was."

"Don't care. Whatever it is, I'll pass."

"OH COME ON!" Trunks stomped the ground with his right leg, causing the nearby ground and Marron's bloated belly to quake as a result (though Marron herself remained deep in her cocoon of dreams). For a moment, neither Time nor Trunks said a word.

"Can you at least tell me why?" Trunks asked.

"To spite you for cheating and breaking your own imposed rules." Time said as he shrugged. "Would have won our match too, if you hadn't gone Super like you did."

AN: And we have now reached the end of the Junior Tournament, with Marron winning her match against Hercule, though with less ease than Trunks did in canon. Hopefully everyone's enjoyed the fights because next time we're moving up to the adult division. Would once again like to thank Super Vegetarott for taking the time to review my story, even if he did find it horribly contrived (fair enough and to each their own), and I would like to thank SpanishSaiyan for adding this story to his/her follows list, thanks! Also, just felt like sharing that this story's topped over 1000 views! Wish I had a little more feedback commentary from people on what they think of the story, but beggars can't be choosers. Until next week.