Chapter 10: And the winners are…

The Warrior Prince

"I'm about to show you why they call me Killa!" The brown skinned boxer quickly (by the standards of someone still within the range of human limitations) sliced through the air with a series of jabs to add weight to his threat. Vegeta was, of course, unimpressed.

The instant the Announcer give gave the go-ahead for the match Vegeta delivered such a lightning quick punch that made Killa do a very good impression of the previous Punching Machine that Vegeta had totaled, only losing points for the simple fact that he was still in one unconscious piece after the fact unlike the poor machine had been. Vegeta was, as it goes without saying, then declared the winner.

The Cyborg

Inwardly, number 18 sighed as she watched Mighty Mask mug himself out to the spectators in a method that would have made the World Champ himself proud.

"Fighters, you may beg-"

WHAUD!

"... And Miss 18 is the winner, let's give this mysterious lady with a number for a name a big round of applause!"

As if a fool like that, 18 thought as she gave the dazed so-called 'Mighty' Mask one last look over before walking off. As if this chump could ever have proved a threat to me, she thought.

The Former Monk

"You think you can beat me shrimp man?" the mountainous and almost spherically shaped Pintar said to the former monk. "I'll crush you like a- "

POW!

Krillin's lone punch to Pintar's massive stomach not only cut the large warrior off, but sent him flying clear out of the ring as well.

"AND KRLLIN GOES ON TO THE SECOND ROUND!"

"And against my wife no less," Krillin grumbled to himself as he stepped off the stage. "Won't that be fun?"

The Champion's daughter

Spopovich couldn't help but grin as he stared down at the daughter of Hercule Satan.

His knuckles let out a loud POP! as he cracked them against each other. "I'm going to enjoy this girly. I've waited seven years to get my revenge on that showboating bastard of a father of yours, and once I beat your scrawny little rear end and finish with the rest of these yahoos, I'll beat your father to a pulp and finally obtain my place as th-"

WHAM!

A swift and sudden jab to his stomach cut Spopovich off as he involuntary opened his mouth and let out a cry of pain, saliva running down his lips as he did so. The beefy brawler felt his knees buckle from under him as he dropped to the stone floor beneath their feet.

Eyes bulging from their sockets, he now looked at Videl Satan at her eye level with a strained, pained expression.

"You talk too much.," Videl said as she delivered a powerful (by her and Spopovich's standards) roundhouse kick to his face.

The resulting blow sent the muscular behemoth of a man flying some distance away. Despite landing with a powerful thud, Spopovich was quick to scramble up to his feet and instantly began charging at Videl, eyes narrowed in rage and nostrils flaring fiercely as he lunged at his far smaller opponent in an attempt to flatten her with a full powered body slam.

Much to his (and her father's) utter shock and surprise, Videl simply shot up into the air at the last second, dodging the lunge easily as she floated out of reach of his fingers.

She then shot back down at him feet first and aimed for the brown ahead of hair,; wrapping her legs around Spopovich's skull Videl then threw the man with a mighty heave, tossing him terribly close to the edge of the ring.

With his arms quaking, Spopovich slowly stood up to his trembling feet, face twisted in an expression of sheer rage. Losing to that showboating father was bad enough, but after seven years of training to be beaten by this flying freak of a daughter? That was just too much for a body to take.

Yelling out a bestial war cry Spopovich charged at Videl, arms hung at his sides as he prepared to body slam that brat of a girl into a pancake.

To his credit, Spopovich was moving too quickly for Videl to fly or jump out of the way of. Repositioning her shoes, Videl narrowed her blue eyes as she pulled back both of her arms and tightened her hands. Then, when Spopovich was only an instant from squishing her into nothingness, Videl shot out both of her hands with machine gun like rhythm as fist after fist smashed into Spopovich's rock hard stomach and abs.

Her two handed assault lasted only 15 seconds or so before Videl withdrew both of her hands to her side, Spopovich colliding with the arena around face first at the same time.

"Guess Dad's stories were true," Videl thought as she walked out of the ring. "He really was a cream puff."

The LadyKiller

"We love you Jewel!"

"Oh your victory against that nasty Yuma was so breathtaking Jewel!"

"Sign my forehead Jewel!"

"Can I bear your babies?"

"Were you scared that you'd lose your first match in the tournament?"

"Ladies, ladies!" Jewel motioned with his fingertips for his small horde of groupies to quiet their collective noise. "But of course I won, and in such a flashy manner no less, am I not Jewel? The most beautiful fighter in the world?"

"WOULD THE FIGHTERS VIDEL SATAN AND JEWEL PLEASE STEP INTO THE RING FOR THE FIRST MATCH OF THE QUARTERFINALS?"

"Alas, my lovelies, I must temporarily leave you. Goodbye!" With that he blew them all an overly dramatic kiss, causing the horde of female admirers to swoon into an almost love-based coma.

Quarterfinals, The Champion's daughter

Such is my poor luck, to be fighting against the Champion's daughter herself., Jewel, the most handsome fighter in the world, thought as he tossed a rose to his adoring fans, flashing them a wink as they began tearing each other limb from limb to claim the lone plant as their own.

"Truly, my dear Miss Satan, the fates have conspired against me. To force me, a finalist in the last World Tournament, to fight a creature as beautiful as yourself."

"Look, are you going to recite bad poetry to me, or are we going to fight?"

"Bad Poetry, Moi? I will have you know that I am as grand a poet as I a gorgeous and a powerful fighter. Furthermore I-"

POW! Videl's combination of a strong uppercut followed by an equally strong right hook not only shut Jewel up but also forced a few teeth out of his mouth as the now injured and slightly-less-handsome blond haired man was sent soaring to the ground on his shoulder blade.

Elsewhere in the stands Jewel's many female fanatics booed and hissed at their beloved idol being defaced, and cheered wildly when their Adonis incarnate got back up to his feet. Jewel gave Videl a poisonous look. "You are going to pay for that girl."

"Like to see you try," Videl said with a smirk on her lips. "Though I have to admit I think that last punch of mine just might have improved your looks some, not that that was a hard thing to do in the first place."

Videl wasn't normally the type for poisonous comments like that during a match, but this Jewel guy reminded her too much of her father's best student, Caroni. Videl had never liked Caroni, so the fact that she was now fighting what was, basically, his twin (what with that stupid rose fetish, the same ultra clean blond hair, same gorgeous but arrogant as all hell face, he was totally Caroni's clone. Or was it vice versa?), meant that he was something that Videl was going to enjoy turning black and blue.

Videl's jabbing comment caused a small twitch to form under Jewel's right eye as he rushed at Videl and tried to swipe her legs from under her with a swift limber kick, but Videl was far too skilled a fighter to be taken that easily.

She simply jumped up a little bit as she smashed her elbow right into Jewel's carefully sculpted chin, jolting his whole body up high enough to the point where Videl threw her forehead against Jewel's. The now scarred fighter's head snapped back for a brief moment, only for Jewel to return Videl's head butt with one of his own.

He then let out a fury of rapid punches, all of which nailed Videl at point blank range in her stomach region.

Cringing slightly she stumbled back a step or two under the onslaught Videl nevertheless recovered quickly and lashed out with a sudden and powerful jab that landed straight in Jewel's face.

"GAH!" Jewel's hands went up as he felt blood start to ooze from his nose, which he could tell from the sharp pain was no doubt broken. He shot her a now deathly expression. "You will pay for that Miss Satan, I prom-"

WHAM!

"AHHGHH, you hit me! AGAIN! I WILL DE-"

WHAM!

"WILL YOU KNOCK THAT OFF YOU BRUTISH BIT-"

WHAM!

"ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! I WILL END Y-"

WHAM!

"Listen pal, are you planning on either dodging or blocking any of these at some point?" Videl asked.

"RAAAGGAAHHHH!"

Jewel rushed at Videl and threw the most powerful punch he could manage, but it was for naught as the daughter of Mr. Satan simply knelt down, caught his blow, and then proceeded to lift and throw Jewel's whole body up and over her head and crashing back down into the arena's ground and into unconsciousness.

"AND THAT IS THE LAST OF THE FIRST ROUND OF MATCHES EVERYONE! MOVING ONTO THE SECOND MATCH OF THE QUARTERFINALS IS CONTESTANT KRILLIN VS NUMBER 18!"

Elsewhere in the stands the voice of a certain blonde android could be heard cursing up a storm.

Quarterfinals, Husband vs Wife

Marron let out an enormous yawn as she smacked her lips and rubbed her eyes awake.

"Looks like someone's finally up. Sleep well?"

Marron blinked once or twice before realizing that the dark haired man looking her in the face was her uncle. "I did uncle 17. Thank you for carrying me, you can put me down now."

Chuckling in amusement, 17 did just that.

Stretching her arms, Marron waddled over to the railing. "So what did I miss?" she asked no one in particular, but was surprised and annoyed when a certain voice answered her question.

"I'll fill you in squirt."

Marron looked up and saw Time's smirking, his arms crossed together in confidence.

"Mr. Goku beat Gohan, my father lost to Yamcha, Piccolo won against 15, who's actually a robot and gave us a vague and unhelpful warning of doom to prepare against, Miss Videl won against a pretty boy, and now both your parents are going to duke it out to see who wins the next match. Assuming they can stop arguing long enough to fight that is."

DBZ

"Knock it off Krillin," 18 said as she glared down at her quavering mess of a husband. "We've sparred plenty of times in the past before haven't we?"

"Well, yea. I guess so." Krillin paused as he swallowed down the lump that had formed in his throat. "But I know that look on your face 18, that's your annoyed look, and when you get that look on your face and we spar against one another, it NEVER ends well for me."

"Well can you blame me?" 18 snapped as she placed her hands on her hips. "I didn't expect either of us to have the bad luck to face against each other in the second round... So do you think you could beat Vegeta if I let you win?"

"Depends, do you think Master Roshi could go a whole day without trying to make a pass at you or your body?"

A small vein began throbbing from 18's forehead. "Don't give me that tone! I was TRYING to be considerate of your feelings."

For a moment, both Krillin and 18 kept their intense glares on one another, before both of them relented.

"So it's agreed that I go on to face either His Majesty or Goku?"

"You would be the one that would have the best shot at it out of the two of us.," Krillin said, sighing.

"Good. Then let's give these people a bit of a show, but try not to drag this match on too long, okay dear?"

Krillin blinked and tilted his head in confusion. "Why? Not like we have to worry about you running out of energy or anything."

"The slack jawed crowds and noise are starting to annoy me.," 18 said with an indifferent sniff.

Living on Kame island, 18 hadn't realized just how much she had gotten used to the general quietness of the tropical atoll, or how unused she had become to the noise of large groups of people. This whole damn island was starting to annoy her immensely. "The sooner we end our match the sooner we can collect our prize money and go home."

Once again, Krillin sighed. "Alright dear."

And so, the two lovers finally stepped out onto the arena and faced off against each other.

"You may begin!" the Announcer cried out with his usual professional bombastic energy.

18 made the first move with a sweeping kick to her husband's legs, which Krillin deftly avoided by jumping up in the air, countering with a kick of his own to 18's chin that sent the blond cyborg flying a few feet away. She quickly corrected herself as she landed back on the arena floor with her feet in a sort of gracefulness that Korin himself would have envied.

18 then shot at her husband in the air like a missile, and the two began swinging fists and blocking kicks, it was a mixture of poetry in motion and a well rehearsed dance, for those of the audience members that could keep up with the two that is.

In theory, 18 had the advantage in terms of reach with her longer arms and legs, but Krillin had long since adapted to his wife's fighting style in their seven years of marriage and had learned to use his shorter, nimbler body to his own advantage as he twisted his way through 18's many strikes and blows.

Like her husband, 18 had also learned a thing or two from her many years of sparring against the former monk, such as how to deal with a shorter, smaller opponent who barely came up to her waist, as well as how best not to underestimate them just on their size alone.

However, eventually both Krillin and 18 ceased their flying fisticuffs as they touched back down some distances away from one another. Krillin raised his arm and a beam of yellow ki shot out of the palm of his hand, when it had reached the half way point between Krillin and his wife, he twisted his fingers and hands slightly and a second beam of energy appeared from on top of the first one.

18 remained unimpressed by her husband's show, but crossed her arms in an X block regardless. As the two beams seemed to collide upon her, 18 vanished from view, only to reappear behind Krillin not a moment later.

She swung her leg in a roundhouse kick that would have sent the bald former monk flying had he not ducked at the last second.

"Geeze 18, ya nearly took my head off there!"

"But I didn't, now did I?"

Krillin found himself gulping again. "Well... No."

"Then don't complain!"

The next thing Krillin knew he was dodging kicks and punches as he stumbled back further and further until he could feel the emptiness of the ring's edge on one of his heels. Before he could react, Krillin turned his head just in time to see his wife twist her hips and bring her leg back.

One swift, unexpected kick later, the Announcer declared her the winner and 18 walked off of the arena to get some ice for the massive lump that now rested on her husband's shiny bald head.