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"Begin!" the announcer exclaimed.

Bumblebee threw the first punch. "Mess with bees and you'll get stung!"

Chiaotzu created a psychic wall of clear energy in front of him, bouncing her away. "Not if you are the exterminator."

A spiky aura surrounded Bumblebee's hands, causing her aura to buzz like a hive of angry bees. "I'm tired of your sharp tongue."

"Your short temper will only make things easier for me," Chiaotzu said.

Bumblebee and Chiaotzu flew into the air, clashing in a frenzy of quick attacks. They flew back and held their palms out, firing yellow beams of energy. The beams clashed, with Chiaotzu gaining the upper hand. Chiaotzu's beam burst through his opponent's, smashing into her chest and sending her spiraling into the stands. "What happened?" Bumblebee said weakly.

"You lost," Chiaotzu said bluntly.

"An excellent victory for our veteran, Chiaotzu!" the announcer said. "Next, the prince of quick, Kid Flash, will duke it out with a mysterious man of speed, Cero!"

"King of speed, thanks," Kid Flash said, blinking onto the stage with his tall, mysterious opponent covered in a dark blue trench coat. "Also, another thing, I don't think this is allowed." He pulled Cero's trench coat off, revealing him to be two Hispanic twins in white suits, one with a red plus sign and the other a red minus sign, standing on top of each other. "Mas and Menos," Kid Flash said. "We went over this on the phone. You can't fight together."

"By default," the announcer said. "Kid Flash is the winner."

No fight, no applause.

"Pero," they said, tearing up. "Pero-"

"It's okay, little buddy," Kid Flash said. "I'll take you over to Dairy Queen after I finish ass-kicking. Will that make you feel better?"

"Me gusta Dairy Queen!" the exclaimed. The announcer blinked and they had vanished.

"Wow, you guys are fast!" the announcer said to all the fighters remaining. "Let's not waste any more time here, folks! Next up we have the Devil Bandit of the Eastern Deserts, a semi-finalist veteran, Yamcha!"

Yamcha stepped out and raised his hands, making his female fan base squeal in joy. "I'm back," Yamcha said. "Did you miss me?" The girls screamed again.

"And his opponent, the punk motorcyclist hell raiser, Johnny Rancid!" the announcer exclaimed.

The sound of a large engine revving silenced the crowd. A muscular, pale man with spiky black hair, black eyes, and the mysterious black "M" on his forehead sailed onto the stage on a demonic motorcycle with goat horns for the handles and black scales on the small leather dashboard. He stepped off his motorcycle. The bike drove itself back into the waiting room. "Are you ready, Yamcha?"

"Hell yeah," Yamcha said, bouncing on his toes. "Are you? If not, I'll end this quickly."

"Just stand still," Johnny said with a raspy voice, "and it will end quickly."

"Begin!" the announcer shouted.

Johnny rushed forward, throwing a punch. Yamcha redirected the punch and pushed the arm farther away with his other hand, throwing Johnny off balance. Yamcha delivered a punch to Johnny's kidneys and spun around, sweeping Johnny off his feet with a kick. Yamcha slid underneath, sending a powerful palm strike to the center of Johnny's spine. Yamcha fazed out, reappearing above Johnny with his heel ready. Everyone in the stadium winced as the blow struck, fracturing Johnny's nose. Yamcha hopped back in an offensive stance, ready to attack again. "Was all that show for nothing?"

The announcer counted to four before Johnny got up again. Johnny wiped the blood coming from his nose all over his face in detailed, elaborate patterns. "It was a warning," he said. His aura and hair spiked as the emblem on his forehead started to glow red. The blood patterns sank into his skin and his hair turned red. His eyes filled up with blood. "Fear me!"

Johnny slammed his fist into Yamcha's stomach, blowing him into the air. Yamcha caught himself in the air and whipped around. "What the hell?" Yamcha said, drawing his hands to his sides. A large, blue ball of chi formed in between his hands. "Kamehameha!" he shouted, firing the blue wave of death into the back of Johnny's head.

Johnny rolled toward the edge of the ring, dodging the wave. "You're gonna need to be a lot faster than that if you wanna-"

"Say cheese!" Yamcha said, standing at Johnny's side. "Solar Flare!"

Johnny screeched in pain and rolled out of the ring, clawing at his own eyes. He reverted to his original form, rattling off curses. "Fucking fucker fucking fuckers fucking-"

"Parents!" the announcer exclaimed. "Cover your kids' ears! Johnny's not happy about his loss!"

Johnny reached for his bike, making it come to him. "What the hell, Slade!" Johnny shouted. "You told me that I would be able to slay gods with the power! The Solar Flare is a puny technique!"

"I wouldn't say that it's puny," Slade said, "but you are. Now get out. Maybe make a deal with a stronger demon and then come back to me. Not all can handle the power."

Johnny burst through the walls of the waiting room, driving off the island.

"Our next fight continues our theme with demons and aliens this tournament," the announcer said. "Let's bring out the competitor everyone loves to hate, Ma Junior!"

Piccolo hopped on stage wearing his trademark turban and cape.

"And his opponent, the apprehensive alien from outer space, XL Terrestrial!"

A Namekian with red eyes and a purple suit with a red arrow on it stepped on stage, receiving the same number of boos as Piccolo.

"Our fighters seem to be of the same alien race!" the announcer said. "I thought Ma Junior was a demon! Maybe we can do some genealogy to see if they're related, am I right?"

"Can you not?" Piccolo said.

The announcer started to sweat. "I apologize. Begin when you're ready."

XL raised his arms above his head, growing to twenty feet tall. "I bet you can't do that!" he said, throwing a giant punch.

Piccolo caught the Namekian's fist. "Don't need to." He whipped XL into the air and out of the arena, helping his ascent with a powerful chi cannon.

The crowd booed. Piccolo shrugged and walked off stage.

"Moving on," the announcer said. "Aqualad and Adonis, come on up!"

A pimply faced teenager in an eight foot, metal suit buzzing with electricity clunked on stage. "Ladies, your prince has arrived!"

A wave of disgust passed over the girls in the crowd.

"What they need is a real prince," Aqualad said, wiping some of his long, black hair from in front of his face.

"Well, prepare to get dethroned, kid!" Adonis said. "You don't have any water!"

Aqualad raised both hands. "You sure about that?"

"Begin!" the announcer shouted.

Aqualad hopped back and threw his hands down, sending two waves of ocean water crashing down on Adonis's suit. The suit shorted out, disabling Adonis. "But how?!" Adonis barked.

"We are on an island," Aqualad said, bending the water again to wrap around his opponent. "I'll tell the dolphins to take you back to jail," he said, throwing Adonis off the island.

"I'll bury all of you!" Adonis shouted, comically gleaming in the sky like Red Rocket.

Aqualad walked off stage to the cheers of hundreds of girls. "I never get tired of that," he said, leaning up against the wall of his waiting room.

"We have two deciding matches, people!" the announcer said. "I know you're all tired, but let's give our last four competitors some energy! Starfire and Seemore, come on out!"

Starfire flew out with her aura flaring already. Seemore walked out with a black lens on his helmet, blushing and holding his sides. "Gross, Seemore," Gizmo said, realizing why he was laughing.

"Begin!" the announcer said.

Starfire fired a bolt into Seemore's lens, smashing it to pieces. Starfire crushed several ribs with a kick and broke his sternum with a punch, driving him to the ground. The paramedics rushed out to the stage before the announcer started counting, even before the people started to cheer.

"Seemore must have really pissed her off," Cyborg said. "Have fun dealing with him on the way back."

"I'm not leaving today," Gizmo said. "I can hack your system in three seconds flat."

"That's not gonna happen today," Cyborg said. "Count on it."

"For our last fight of today," the announcer said, "please welcome the Jump City rivals, Cyborg and Gizmo!"

Cyborg fazed out, reappearing on stage. "Whoa!" Gizmo exclaimed. "How did you learn that?"

"Like I'm telling you," Cyborg said. "Now are you gonna stand there or are you gonna get your butt whooped?"

Gizmo angrily pressed a button on his remote. Four metal legs shot out of his backpack. "Bite me, tin can!" He scuttled onto the stage.

"Begin!" the announcer shouted.

Gizmo charged headfirst, swinging at Cyborg with his front legs. Gizmo's legs passed right through him. "What?!"

"Booyah!" Cyborg shouted, hitting Gizmo's back with a yellow wave of energy from his arm without the cannon.

Gizmo's legs refused to move. "What did you do?"

"Melted your backpack," Cyborg said, kicking Gizmo out of the ring. "Looks like I win," Cyborg said, hovering back to his waiting room.

"Congratulations!" the announcer exclaimed. "The thirty two victors have moved on to the next round! Be here tomorrow, same time, same place for round two!"

"Don't be late," the announcer said. "Now go on, enjoy the beach, have fun."

Gohan walked out of the waiting room, smiling as his friends were waiting for him. "Hey guys, I don't know about you, but I'm ready to take a nap."

"No!" Starfire gasped. "You will miss out on the beach time enjoyment!"

"Come on, dude!" Beast Boy said. "Even Raven's going."

"That's only because I like sitting in the shade," Raven said.

"Sure it is," Beast Boy said. "You just wanna see the hot beach guys."

A black arm of energy wrapped around Beast Boy's neck.

"Shade," Beast Boy croaked. "Great idea. Yup! Awesome in a please-stop-choking-me sort of way!"

Raven smirked and let him go.

"Thanks," Gohan said, faking a yawn, "but I'd rather get some sleep."

"No need to be self-conscious," Robin said. "Just stay back while I flex, in case you get jealous."

"Oh, shut up," Gohan said, rolling his eyes. "And who says I'm self conscious?"

"You act like a total wuss without your shirt on in public, dude," Beast Boy said. "I think we all remember the last time we went to Jump City beach."

Flashback

The sun beat down upon the back of Gohan's neck. He didn't know how his friends had convinced him to put down the books and take a study break, but he found himself taking his flip flops off and running toward the ocean water. He jumped fifty feet out, crashing into the sea. He surfaced seconds later, shivering as his white tee shirt and blue swim trunks clung to his skin.

"Take your shirt off, dude!" Beast Boy said. "You won't be as cold!"

"No, I'm fine," Gohan said.

"Just take it off," Beast Boy said. "You act like you have boobs or something."

"What's wrong with that?" Raven said, floating above the water so she wouldn't get wet.

"Oh, nothing," Beast Boy said. "Boobs are great, I just-"

"Why does it matter?" Gohan asked. "It is weird that you keep pressuring me to do so."

"You don't ever loosen up," Beast Boy said. "You're either schoolboy or powerhouse badass, with the Silver Sabre buried somewhere in the back of your mind – let's hope it stays there. You have no mellow, man."

"I'm perfectly fine the way I am," Gohan said.

"Maybe he's just jealous of my Olympian physique," Robin said, diving back under the water.

"If he doesn't want to," Cyborg said, floating on his back. "He doesn't have to."

"But how does a tee shirt impact my beach enjoyment experience?" Gohan asked.

"You're colder, you're more restricted," Beast Boy said, "but above all else, it's harder to impress the ladies."

"I'm not here to impress anyone," Gohan said.

Beast Boy laughed. "See? You are uptight."

Gohan turned toward the shore and his jaw dropped. Tall, tan brunette and brown eyes walked by in a skimpy bikini revealing her curvy body.

Beast Boy chuckled, nudging him on the shoulder. "Jennifer Adams, eleven o'clock?"

Gohan nodded.

"Well, go on!" Beast Boy said. "Quickly! Before she's-" Beast Boy blinked, and Gohan was already walking on the shore. He looked around and blushed, taking off his shirt. The other girls started looking at him as if he was a fine meal and he noticed, covering his pecs with one arm and his abs with the other. "No, no, no!" Beast Boy said. "Who the heck does he think will say anything? His mom?"

Gohan lost all confidence he had. "H-hi," he croaked.

Jennifer turned around, giving him a fierce get-back stare. "Are you cold or something?"

"Yes," he said, clearing his throat. "Very cold."

"Then you should get a towel or something," she said.

"Yes, right," Gohan said. "Thanks."

"Yeah, sure," Jennifer said, turning back around.

Starfire secretly enjoyed the turn down.

"Wait," Gohan said, swallowing his fear and letting his arms down. "My name's Gohan."

Jennifer turned back around, sultrily grinning at his large, muscular body. "I'm Jennifer, but you probably already knew that."

"Yeah, I did," Gohan said.

Jennifer's friends, a blonde and another brunette, walked up behind her. "Who is this guy?" the blonde asked with a Valley Girl accent.

"So, uh," Gohan said, "do you like Neutrinos?"

"Neutrinos?" Jennifer said.

"Uh, yeah," Gohan said, "you know, they have a spin of one half and are part of the lepton family of particles?"

The words bounced off Jennifer's forehead. "Um, cool?"

"Yeah, cool," Gohan said, blushing again at the awkward silence. "So, uh, do you like martial arts?"

"No," Jen said bluntly. "Are you going to try to make a move or-"

"I have to go," Gohan said, bursting into the air in a trail of blue energy. "See you later, Jennifer!"

"Yeah right," Jennifer said, walking away with the other brunette.

"He's one of those," the brunette friend said. "Geek."

"He can fly," the blonde said.

"He's dry in conversation," the brunette said. "Probably has a pin-dick too."

"He can fly," the blonde said again. "The one chance you have of a superhero hitting on you, and you blow it."

"I wasn't the one who blew their chances," Jennifer said.

Robin nearly sank in the ocean from laughing so hard.

"Then he wasn't self conscious," Cyborg said.

"He's afraid of girls!" Robin said.

"Afraid of girls?" Starfire said. "He does the hanging out with Raven and me all of the time."

"You guys are different," Beast Boy said. "And you guys weren't in hot outfits."

"It only happened the one time," Gohan said. "It won't happen again."

"Then prove it," Beast Boy said.

"Maybe tomorrow?" Gohan said. "Sincerely, I am tired."

"But I wanted to show you my swimsuit!" Starfire pouted, folding her arms. "Please come, Gohan, please! I want your opinion!"

Gohan felt himself shrinking. "Sorry, but I am really tired-" Something inside his mouth forced him to bite his own tongue. He looked to the arena exit, seeing Vegeta leaning up against the doors. The Saiyan Prince glared at him. "What?" he said telepathically.

"You've been given an offer that hundreds, thousands of men of all ages have cried in their sleeps over not being able to get, and you just turn it down?" Vegeta barked inside Gohan's head.

"I wouldn't know what to do with it!" Gohan said. "I've never had a girlfriend!"

"Figure something out," Vegeta snarled. "I'm giving you a chance with someone very close to me, so don't fuck up."

Gohan's eyes widened. "How do I know that I've done something wrong?"

"When you have to stop me from laughing at you," Vegeta said, "or, if you break her heart, killing you."

"Why are you doing this?" Gohan asked.

"I don't want any more of this Earthen scum dirtying the Saiyan or Tamaranean gene pool," Vegeta said. "Your children would be geniuses, along with potentially becoming the strongest beings in the universe."

"Let's not jump too far ahead," Gohan said.

"You better be at the beach," Vegeta said, "or there will be Hell to pay."

Gohan swallowed. "I changed my mind. Let's go."

Starfire wrapped around him. "Glorious! Shall we go get the swimming wear?" She walked out of the arena, half dragging Gohan along. "I want you to see it first, in my room, Gohan."

Am I ready for this? Gohan blushed. "Yeah, sure." They walked into the hotel and up several flights of stairs, dragging this experience out forever. "Hold on, let me get changed."

"Oh, fine," Starfire said. "I'll watch you first."

"Well, no, it's not-"

She opened the door to his room and pushed him in. She found his suitcase and started sifting through his clothing. "I found them!" she said, throwing a pair of purple and green swim trunks and sandals at him. She sat on his bed. "Please have haste, I cannot wait to show you."

Gohan stiffly walked into the bathroom and closed the door, quickly changing out of his fighting uniform. He took his shirt off. "Might as well," he thought to himself. "It's not like today can get any more awkward."

He stepped out. Starfire stared at Gohan's flawless upper body. "You have been doing the working out?"

"Popo's training made me as strong and as fast as I'll ever be," Gohan said.

"You look very nice," Starfire said sultrily.

"Thanks," Gohan said.

"Now it's my turn," she said, pulling him out of his room and into hers. "I will be right back!" she said cheerily, closing the door. She came out minutes later in a solid blue bikini flaunting her tall, toned, voluptuous body putting any Sports Illustrated model to shame. Her long, wavy, red hair flowed past her hips and her beautiful, emerald eyes created an enchanting contrast against her flawless tan skin. "So, how do I look?"

Gohan barely kept himself from stuttering. "You look terrific," he said softly. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

"Joyous!" Starfire exclaimed. "Then this outfit was the right decision, yes?"

Gohan nodded slowly, still thunderstruck at his best friend- well, he started to see her as much more than a friend, especially now.