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Tenkaichi Budokai; Personal Saga (Closed)
Topic Started: Nov 17 2006, 01:41 PM (1,288 Views)
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Satan City was bustling with a new kind of excitement, as was the rest of the world. The world sat on the edge of their seats once again as yet another World Martial Arts Tournament was set to begin in just several months. Of course all the best fighters would be there to try earn their worth as the best of the best. But only one would be dubbed World Martial Arts Champion. One of those trying for the title would be sitting inside the very home of Mr. Satan.

"AAAAAAYAH!" screamed the soft voice of Videl.

A punching bag was sent flying against the wall just then. Videl had just given it the kick of its life. Upon striking the wall with such intensive impact it would burst apart, sand flying everywhere. Then she would take her landing on the ground, relaxing her stance and becoming at ease. The men working out in the room with her were staring in surprise. Some were envious, some were scared. Either way you had it, the realization was the same. Videl was one tough cookie!

Videl adjusted her fingerless gloves to comfort once more and then would walk over to the wall. She would take a sip of water from her water bottle. Then she would softly wipe the sweat from her forehead. This had been the routine since the announcing of the next tournament. She'd get up, spar a few rounds with her father. Then it was off to school. Occassionally she had left in the middle of class to deal with a city crisis. But would be back in school before she missed much of anything. After school was homework. Then she'd train in the gym with the punching bag. Then came meditation for an hour or two. She had to have the strength of mind as well you know. Then she'd spar with her father again. Today was Saturday however so obviously no school today. It's been like this for the past few months and it was really showing some results. Perhaps this year she would take the tournament.


Today she thought she'd head out for a little bit. Go on city patrol and things of that sort. As she walked to the window her hand tossed the now empty water bottle back and across the gym.

"I'll be back in a bit, boys. No slacking! I might want to spar with a few of you when I get back." Videl spoke softly.

The guys shook their heads in unison, as if to say they understood. Videl would open the window of the gym and place a foot upon the window sill. She then glanced to the men and gave a grin.

"Take care!" She said.

She then would take flight from the window after getting her head through to the other side. At the very same time she flew out of the window and into the air, the water bottle she had tossed then landed in the waste basket.

"All that working out really worked up an appetite. Let's see if Sharpner and Erasa are eating at the diner today." Videl said to herself.

With that she took off for neighborhood diner. She was getting tired of daddy's health food anyway.
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Videl reached the Dario's diner. It was a swanky little place just outside of downtown. Conveniently enough the High School was also nearby so Dario's diner tended to get a lot of business from students and staff from the school. Sharpner and Erasa would be there much to Videl's hopes. They had their books out on the table. They had gotten a large circular booth in a corner of the diner which had plenty of room for everything they had on the table.

"Now if X=7 and Y=4 then 2 1/2x - Y must =...grrr! This is so hard Erasa!" Sharpner complained.

"Chill out sharpner its so easy! Just plug in the numbers! See X=7 so 2 1/2x is really 2 1/2 times 7 - 4 so multiply 2 1/2 by 7 then subtract that by 4 and you get 13 1/2 after you reconvert it back to a mixed number." Erasa explained.

Sharpner groaned again. Algebra was never his best subject. They had obviously come to the diner for lunch and studying. After all midterms were coming up. They were about to continue when Videl approached.

"You bookworms! What are you doing studying on a Saturday?" Videl asked.

Sharpner and Erasa would turn to her. They gave her a grin and slid over so she could sit down.

"Midterms are coming up remember, Videl?" Erasa asked.

"Yes I remember! I also remember the tenkaichi budokai is due to start in just two months and I need to be ready." Videl would answer.

"Yeah Erasa! Videl is training hard so she can beat her dad and become the new champ." Sharpner explained.

"Oh spare me! That's not gonna happen anytime soon." Videl answered.

The waitress came up to Videl at that time.

"Can I get you something to drink, Videl?" She asked.

"Hey Belinda, sure! Can I get a Powerade and to eat for lunch I'll have the chicken ceasar salad and a bowl of white rice." Videl answered.

"Sure right away!"

The waitress wrote down her order and then proceeded toward the kitchen. Videl then turned to her friends.

"So Videl! You got any new techniques you plan to surprise the fighters with?" Sharpner asked.

"That's for me to know and you to find out at the competition." Videl responded.

She drifted into thought shortly afterwards. Last tournament, she competed in the junior division. This year it would be the adults. She was going to have to work hard. But the first thing she needed to do was get some food in her stomach.
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This Body is Strong, thought the usurper of Krillin's body. If only there was someway for me to test it's abilities...

He caught a flyer that had just blown off a telephone post to his right. It said, "Tenkaichi Budokai- Test your mettle against the Strongest". A sneer played across his face.

"I seriously doubt there the strongest, but at least it will be an opportunity to test this body. Also it will definitely show the World a new enemy to beware!"

The Spiraling tattoo that Krillin had found travelling down his neck to his cerebral nervous system, had finally spread down his chest. Due to the lack of response from Krillin's immune system, which the Usurper had found in some alien's anatomy, the takeover had been quite quick.

Krillin's consciousness had become lost in a tiny part of his own mind. The Usurper had always thought it would be like being knocked unconscious. A timeless period where, after one wakes, they realise that what felt like a second, was actually a few days. But he was wrong. It felt like being in a Prison.

"What the hell happened to me?", thought Krillin as he tried to pick himself up. "Uggghhh", he gasped. "It feels like I way a ton!"

Krillin looked around, and found himself in a room full of doors. He walked towards one and turned the door knob. As it opened, there was a blinding light causing him to cover his eyes. After a minute or two, he opened them to find himself on a desolated landscape; he found himself on Namek.

Suddenly he heard the cruelest laughter he had ever heard; laughter that had haunted his dreams for months after their encounter. He turned only to find one of his worst Nightmares; he turned to find Frieza
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The school bell rang signifying the end of the school day! As the children flocked out of the building to meet with awaiting parents and school busses, two children special out of the group were coming out; Trunks and Kizaku.

"Man! I thought this day would last forever! School is such a bummer!" Kizaku complained.

"Personally after being away so long I'm glad to be back in! And what luck! We get back in time for a tenkaichi budokai!"

"Tenkaioutsu whatsa? Is that that fighting tournament you told me about?" Kizaku asked.

"Yeah! You should totally sign up! After all that training on Avalon you'd do fine!" Trunks said.

"Yeah till I match up with you!"

Kizaku went into a dream sequence. There he was standing in the center of the ring with Trunks in front of him. Kizaku was poised for action. In a moments notice he rushed in to attack Trunks with his fist prepped for a punch. Just as he reached Trunks, Kizaku then found himself flying out of the ring and the stadium as a result of a backslap made to him by Trunks. Kizaku came out of the dream sequence with a sour expression upon his face.

"Don't sweat it! I'll help you get prepped for the tournament no sweat!"

Kizaku walked down the street with the same sour expression on his face.

That's what I'm afraid of!

Later the boys reached Capsule Corp...aka Trunks' house. Bulma would be in the yard with her parents conversating when she noticed the boys.

"Hey, Trunks! You're home from school!"

"Yeah mom!" Trunks responded.

"Well you boys get right to your homework before anything else!"

"Sure thing mom!"

Trunks took Kizaku by the arm and zipped into the house with him. Their homework process took maybe an hour at the most. Then the two of them would be in gravity room. Trunks was in the process of doing handstand pushups while Kizaku watched him.

"Do you really think it's a good idea for me to enter this tournament, Trunks?"

"Sure dude! After what you been through you should be able to handle a little martial arts competition no problem. And if you get matched up with me, just throw yourself out of the ring!"

Kizaku had a sweat drop on his forehead as he frowned to Trunks' statement. He then shook his head and sat down in the corner.

"Um I think I'll just play cheerleader!" Kizaku said.

"Suit yourself! But I'm gonna have fun competing in this thing! I'm super pumped from my space journey. I'm looking forward to it!"

I wonder if Goten will join up too! It'd be nice to go a round with him again?

Trunks then proceeeded over to the control panel room, ready to set the stage for his training preperations.
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As the body of Krillin began to walk past the Arena for the Tenkaichi Budokai Tournament, A speaker began to rattle out the latest news.

"Hello Everyone!! As we all know the Tenkaichi Budokai Tournament begins tomorrow!", rattled the Speaker. "Entry Forms are now being taken! The current maximum number of entries is 12. If this number is reached and exceeded, we will have a mini tournament to decide the top 12!!"

"We currently have entry forms from Judy, A Judo Sensei from the area, hoping to show that Girls are better than Boys! And also, The Famous, The Incredible...... MR HERCULE SATAN!!!"

Everyone who had gathered around for the broadcast began to cheer insanely, all trying to out cheer the other until the noise was unbearable! The Usurper just shrugged. Maybe this Hercule is strong enough for me to test this body, thought the Usurper. He sounds like a more than welcome challenge!!!, thought the Form which had taken Krillin hostage, as he walked over to a desk and began to fill in his entry form.

Name: Kallas Mishima...

In the subconscious of Krillin's mind, a battle was raging...

Just keep up with him, thought Krillin. I'm a lot stronger now. I can beat him!!

Krillin danced from left to right, dodging around Frieza's attacks. Suddenly Frieza stopped and began to laugh. He raised his two fingers and Krillin watched as a tiny red ball formed at the the the tips.

"You think that is enough to beat me, Human?", said Frieza, as he began to laugh once again.

Krillin remembered his terrible fate the last time he had seen this attack. Out of desperation, he raised his right hand as a golden spinning disc appeared there.

"DESTRUCTO DISK!!!", yelled Krillin, as loud as he could hoping it would add even a tiny bit more power to the attack.

As the spinning disc sped through the air, Frieza continued to laugh, making no attempt to stop the deadly disc that would be his death. As the disc hit, Krillin once again felt the blinding light. After a minute or two, his sight returned.

He was looking through his own eyes... Yet he had no control....
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The day before the tournament had arrived. The turnout for registration was huge. There must have been thousands of fighters from all over here on this island today and just as many spectators. Two particular people turning out for the tournament were Trunks and Kizaku. Trunks wore his trademark green fighting gui. Kizaku had one of all blue and had on black shoes. Accompanying them to the event were the parents of Kizaku, Bulma and her parents as well. Trunks was tugging Kizaku along to the registration stand.

"I'm not too sure about this, Trunks!" Kizaku said.

"Oh come on, Kizaku! You trained for two whole months with me! What are you worried about?"

"What else would I be worried about?!" Kizaku said.

He re-imagined being backslapped out of the stadium by Trunks before he pointed up at dream cloud above his head. Trunks took a safety pin and popped the dream cloud. He then grabbed Kizaku by the arm and dragged him to the registration booth. The man at the booth had his pen ready.

"Names please?" He said.

"Trunks!" Trunks announced

Immediately the man wrote his name on the sheet. Then he turned to Kizaku.

"And your name my young man?"

Kizaku looked at him with a nervous expression as he bit his bottom lip and twiddled his fingers.

"Well?"

Kizaku then leaned over to the man and whispered in his ear. The man then nodded in understand and jolted down the name.

"Uh-huh! Zachariah Peterson!" the man said he jolted down the name.

Trunks had his eyes opened wide as he looked at Kizaku.

"Zachariah Peterson!?" Trunks exclaimed.

"Hey if I'm gonna get beat up, the last thing I want is the entire world and the people at school to know it was me that got beat up."

Trunks fell over immediately then jumped back up with an angry expression.

"And I'm sure the cuts and bruises on your body aren't gonna be a dead giveaway!" Trunks snapped.

Kizaku in turn then fell over and sobbed. Trunks picked up Kizaku and went off to where the competitors would be staying during the tournament competition. The entire day was devoted to registration which left room for many more competitors to arrive.
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"Videl Satan!" spoke the soft but firm voice of hers.

Videl stood in front of the registration booth. Her arms were folded as she watched the registrar place down her name on the sign up sheet. When he was done writing her name down on the paper he pointed to right with his pen.

"Go straight down the path on my left here."

Videl said nothing. She gave a small grin of approval and headed down the path with the rest of the fighters that had registered. Her walk down the path took her to a large area with thousands of fighters were conditioning themselves for the tournament. Of course the one that caught her eye was a certain blue haired boy off in the corner leaned against the wall. She immediately scurried over to him.

"Hey, Trunks! This is a surprise!"

Trunks looked up to her and blinked for two seconds then gave his boyish smile and came off of the wall.

"Hey, Videl! You're gonna compete in the tournament too?" Trunks asked.

"My dad is the world champion! I have to compete." Videl answered.

Trunks put a hand to his chin and crossed one foot over the other, his left eyebrow quirking up, the other going down in an expression of thought.

"Yeah, I guess you got a point there! Oh..."

Trunks then turned and pointed to a boy who seemed to be looking around nervously. Videl looked at him curiously.

"This is Kizaku! He's gonna be competing too! Kizaku, this is Videl! She's the daughter of the world champ!" Trunks introduced.

Videl looked down at Kizaku, who then locked eyes with her. She extended her hand to him in friendliness.

"Nice to meet you! Maybe we'll go a few rounds in the tournament." Videl said.

Kizaku shook her hand but didn't say anything. She glanced at him kind of curiously after she released his hand from the handshake. She then put a hand to her hip and looked to Trunks.

"He's pretty shy for a fighter." Videl spoke.

"He's just nervous! He's never been in a tournament before." Trunks explained.

"Oh! Well I'd better see who else is here! Good seeing you Trunks!"

Videl walked off to get a look at all the fighters. It was at that time the sound of a voice came over the loud speaker.

"Attention all fighters! Welcome to this years Tenkaichi Budokai competition! We appreciate you coming out to test your skills and hope to see great matches! As you know the competition starts tomorrow! What you do not know is to decide which 16 fighters are going to make it into the top, there will be preliminary rounds. Since there are so many of you, the preliminary rounds will be broken up into several divisions much like the 20th Tenkiachi Budokai. There are 16 divisions of preliminary round and the winners of the preliminaries will battle it out in the rounds after that! With such a huge turn out we felt it would be fair if everybody who turned out for this got a chance to fight at least once. Your fighting division is decided by alphabetical order of your name. Also to make sure we had 16 divisions of fighting rounds there are sub divisions for some of the same letters of your name. There are charts all over this area so you'll be able to see which sub division you fall in. The first set of preliminary rounds begin tomorrow. It is then you will know your opponent. Thank you and good luck!"

Videl used her bukujutsu ability to fly over the crowd and reach one of the name charts. Looking at the chart she saw that her division of the tournament was 15. That meant she would be facing off against people in division 15. Now all that was left to do was to condition and prepare for tomorrow she would find out her first opponent.
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Vegeta Jr was flying back from his now daily training trip to the mouatains. He heard his school bell ring and he quickly rushed towards his school to aviod getting in trouble for skipping class. So far he had skipped the past 10 days of school to go out and train. Each day was another note and a forged signerture. He chuckled himself a bit as he landed in the back school parkinglot. He quickly toppled the rock on the side of the buidling and grabbed his bookbag.


Luckyly today was a free day for Vegeta Jr. His mom was gone for what she called "A girl's night out" Now I can really have some fun he thought. As he took flight again above the crowd gathered in the parking lot. It looked a lot like a raging river thought Vegeta Jr. Something he did not wish to mess with.

As he sped up his flight to leave the school he remebered that the tournement sign ups were today. Crap I hope I am not late he thought as he sped off for the stadium.

*1 hour later*

Vegeta Jr arrived at the stadium just in time for the conclusion of the sign ups. He sprinted through the gates ignored the guards chasing after him shouting "What the hell are you doing kid" He saw the desk ahead of him 2 people were packing up. "Wait don't pack up he called" to them still sprinting towards the desk. "I wish to sign up he said through the pants upon reaching the front desk.

The man looked at him for a second and then said "Your lucky kid we were about to close the signups. Your name?" "Vegeta Jr" he said still recovering from his run. The men glared at him for a second. The man thought to himself "I hope he is not realted to Vegeta the one who destroyed part of this stadium awhile back"

The man quickly stamped his regristration card and gave him his card. "You are number 62" the man said as he walked away. Vegeta Jr quickly read the card looks like the toruney starts tommorw better have a look around as he preceded to the stadium.

As he entered it was filled with all the would be fighters but he istnaly reconzied 2 of them on site. 1 was the champ's daughter videl and the other was Trunks. Looks like I got some competetion he thought as he stared at them from the other side of the stadium.

Vegeta Jr looked around the stadium now which one of these fighters wants to go down first he thought as he looked around. I better at least check my division he thought as he looked back down as the card. Divison 15 he read I wonder who is in that division. Hopefully nobody I cant handle.

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Gohan spiralled through the clouds above Satan City, laughing as the clouds he tore through got caught up in the backdraft of air he was creating and were twisted into spiral shapes above the city. While it was nice to train at an island in the middle of the ocean, it felt good to have some free time to return to civilization for the first time in a few weeks. Gohan levelled out his flight path and slowed down a little as he reached the center of Satan City. He noticed a large crowd of people gathered at the tournament stadium. That's funny, I wonder what's going on down there, guess I'll check it out he thought to himself. As Gohan began to descend, a crowd of fighters below pointed up at the flying person and stepped back forming a clearing for Gohan to land in.

The young fighter stretched his arms back above his head and leaned back as he landed in the clearing, completely oblivious to the shocked crowd slowly backing farther away from him. "AHHHHHHHH! Feels great to be back in Satan City!" he exclaimed as he leaned back forward so he was standing upright again. A puzzled look fell over his face as he noticed the group of what appeared to be fighters slowly backing away from him.

"Huh? How come there are so many people here?" Gohan wondered allowed. He took a step forward and the circle of people around him jumped back, their legs shaking.

"He-he-he-he f-f-f-lew in here! He couldn't p-p-p-ossibly be Son Goku's son could he?" a large pound 7 foot tall fighter 300 pound fighter managed to stammer out.

"He l-l-looks just like him!" a shorter but much more muscular fighter standing next to him replied.

"Oh yeah, maybe I should have landed a little farther away, I forgot its not normal to be able to fly here." Gohan muttered. "It's alright everyone, I'm just here to find out what's going on here that's all." He said, a smile on his face and his hands stretched out in front of him.

"Wait, he doesn't realize there's a tournament happening tomorrow. Maybe we can convince him nothing is going on." The taller warrior from before whispered to the shorter one.

"Right." The short fighter replied as he swallowed a large lump in his threat. "Uhhh, you see . . . we're all here for the uh . . . Hercule fan club! Yeah that's it, we're here to meet Mr. Hercule and tell him how great he is in person!" the fighter pathetically stammered out.

"Oh, really?" Gohan replied. "This is an awful lot of people, but that still doesn't explain why everyone is in their fighting gear." Just then a flyer blowing through the air hit Gohan in the face. Gohan quickly grabbed the paper and pulled it away from his face, gasping for air. "What's this?" he asked as he turned the paper around so it was upright. "World Tournament . . ." Gohan read out slowly. "Alright!" Gohan exclaimed, accidentally releasing a small bit of his ki out, the shockwave blasting the circle of warriors around him off 50 feet in all directions.

This will be a perfect way to test my strength. It will serve as a good gauge of how well I'm doing on my path to becoming the strongest fighter in the universe. Gohan smirked as he looked around and saw the registration table. On the way to running over to it he ran by the short warrior who had tried to trick him out of joining the tournament. "Send my regards to Hercule and good luck with your fan club!" he called out to him as he sped to the registration booth. "Son Gohan signing up for the tournament!" he exclaimed as he placed both his hands on the registration table to sign up. Not realizing how strong he had gotten during his training, him simply placing his hands on the table was enough to send cracks through the table, causing it to collapse. The tournament officials eyes were wide in shock.

Gohan put an arm behind his head and laughed nervously. "Uh, sorry about that," he said as he bent down to pick up one of the forms. He quickly filled it out and handed to one of the officials who was still at a loss of words. "How do I find out which preliminary round I'm in?"

The official pointed toward a large board next to the gathering area for the registered fighter. Gohan made his away over to it in time to see his name added under Division 5. "Hmmm, interesting, hope I end up with somewhat of a challenge this round." He wondered aloud. Gohan noticed Krillin, Videl, and Trunks' names all up on the board as well. "Hey great! I'll have a good chance to most of my alliance members again, not to mention a chance to see Videl, its been a while." With that Gohan headed over to the gathering area, sitting on a bench and closing his eyes as he began to meditate in preparation for the tournament the next day.
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Vegeta Jr lost all of his confidence as he saw gohan son of goku fly in. Great there goes my chance at winning. He looked around at sereval fighters who all put there heads down as the flyer flew into gohan's face. Vegeta Jr watched Gohan walk to the sign up desk and just by putting his hands down he cracked the table. He gasped at that can he really be that strong he thought.

I got to check what division he is in he thought out loud unknowling, Vegeta Jr pushed through the crowd spite the yelling of "Watch where your going"and "Quit pushing" After struggling with the crowd he finnaly reached the huge board. He sighed as he saw that gohan was in division 5. Well at least I dont have to fight him unless I get pretty far in the tournment he thought while he preceded back through the crowd.

He made it through the crowd much eaiser this time and he saw Gohan meditating a little over to his left. He doesnt look so tough he thought to himself this time didnt want to make the mistake of thinking out loud about Gohan when he was only a few feet away.

Vegeta Jr was debating on wheather he should go over and talk to him or just stand there. Eventually he just gave up debating and walked right over to Gohan. "Excuse me you wouldnt happen to be Gohan would you?" He stood there waiting to see what would Gohan do.

I wonder if he knows me because I sure know a lot about him Vegeta Jr thought as he waited for a response from Gohan.
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Videl had heard news that competitors participating in the tournament would have free lodgings in well accomodated quarters within the stadium complex. But most of the fighters that turned out for the event decided to rough it. Oh well, just presented a better chance of her finding a decent place to rest her head. She wanted to find her father however since she had not seen him since they got here. So she went looking for him. There were too many people buzzing about for her taste to walk it so she decided to fly around and see if she could find him. It took several moments for her to see an unusually large crowd. Woman's intuition guided her well for when she landed at the foot of the crowd she heard chants of "Satan! Satan!" which automatically was a sign of who was at the center of the crowd.


Pushing her way through she found herself able to get to the front of the crowd and see what was going on. Mr Satan was standing there showing off his arm muscles and posing for cameras as usual. Videl palmed her face and shook her head, sighing.

Oh spare me...! Not this again Videl thought.

"Mr. Satan, are you worried at all about losing your championship title this year?"

"Mr Satan, what do you think about the competition that has turned out for this year's tournament?"

"Mr. Satan! Mr Satan!"

"Well, I've pulled through before and I can do it again! As far as the competition goes, I'm sure we have some very gifted fighters this year and I look forward to a great show from all of them! We'll see if any of them can go toe to toe with the champ!"

Mr. Satan turned to Videl and spotted her before he yanked her over.

"Videl! There you are! I was worried you got lost in the crowd or somethin." Mr. Satan said.

I'm not that lucky! Videl thought as she sighed.

"Mr Satan! Do you think your daughter can take your place as the next champion of the world?"

"Well, she's got a good shot! She's been attending all my training classes and training just as hard as me! I'd say she's able to give her old man a run for his money."

A run? How about a flight? Videl thought.

One of the reporters aimed a microphone at Videl's mouth.

"Mrs Videl, care to comment on your father's comments?" She asked.

"Not really! When it's time to throw down, my attacks will do the talking." Videl responded.

The crowd "ooooh"ed at the remark. Mr. Satan looked at Videl to see she was quite serious. Videl sat in the center of the media with an annoyed expression. She'd be happy when she was starting her preliminary rounds tomorrow. But for now she'd break away and see if she could locate anyone else of interest. Maybe Gohan of all people.
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Gohan had entered a deep state of meditation already. He had cleared his mind and concentrated as hard as he could in an attempt to return to his inner mind once more where he could prepare for the tournament in solitude. Gohan opened his eyes to find that he had been successful, an endless white marble floor spreading out in all directions. He noticed a large black mark to his left, a battle scar from his struggle with the dark counterpart that had popped up when he had gone Ouzaru a month before hand. Gohan sat down with his legs crossed watching an image of a spar with Future Gohan, studying it intently searching for a weak point in his fighting style. Suddenly he felt an ominous aura from behind him and a light tap on his shoulder. He turned his head to find himself face to face with none other but Dark Gohan, half of a body sticking out of the floor.

"BOO!" he yelled, his thumbs in his ears, his fingers taunting Gohan in an attempt to frighten him. Gohan simply stared back, an annoyed expression settling on his face.

"What are you doing here? Have you come back for another beating?" Gohan asked as he folded his arms across his chest.

"How boring," Dark Gohan replied after his failed attempt at startling Gohan. "I was just stopping by to remind you that its the first of the month."

"You think I didn't know that? Besides, even if I do accidentally look up and transform today, I've already proved my right to control that power." Gohan repllied nonchalantly before turning back toward the screen in front of him. Dark Gohan's body sank back into the floor and then popped back up in front of Gohan, an evil smirk on his face.

"Ah, so you think you're Mr Tough Guy now that you've beaten me once and that your power has jumped so much in the last month huh? Remember this. I won't be going away. I'll be watching and waiting for you to let your guard down, and when that happens, I won't hesitate to take ov-" He was cut off as Gohan had raised his hand during Dark Gohan's rant and powered up an energy blast, firing it point blank at Dark Gohan, his body dissolving. "Geez, you talk way too much. I won't be letting my guard down anytime soon, and if you ever try to intervene with anything, I'll make you regret it." Gohan muttered as he once again focused his attention on his previous battles and spars.

Meanwhile back in the real world, Vegeta Jr. had approached Gohan. "Excuse me you wouldnt happen to be Gohan would you?" he asked as he stood in front of the meditating 15 year old. Gohan didn't flinch as he was still deep in his meditative state. Is he ignoring me? Vegeta Jr. wondered as he stepped closer, standing in front of Gohan as he lightly knocked on Gohan's forhead with one fist. "Hey, you awake? I have a question I want to ask you." Gohan's eyes suddenly popped open and his jaw dropped.

"What the . . . WOAH!" Gohan exclaimed as he jumped up in surprise, standing on the bench and looking down at the mini Vegeta standing before him in shock and pointing a finger at him. "Vegeta what the heck happened? Why are you so small? Don't tell me somebody wished for you to be a kid again with the dragonballs!?!?"

Vegeta Jr. looked up at Gohan in confusion. "Uh, I think you're a confusing me with one of my relatives, my name's Vegeta Jr. Would you happen to by any chance happen to be Gohan?"

Gohan lowered his arm. "Vegeta Jr? Now that I think about it I remember hearing something about Vegeta having a great great grandson . . . Well nice to meet you, and yes I am Gohan." Gohan hopped down to the ground to shake hands with Vegeta Jr. As they shook hands he couldn't help but notice the crowd of reporters 100 yards behind Vegeta Jr. that were surrounding Hercule and what looked like the shape of a girl. Could that be Videl? he thought to himself as he squinted his eyes to get a closer look at the figure, watching it intently as it pushed its way through the crowd of reporters and began walking off to his right, getting farther away. Gohan suddenly remembered he was shaking hands with someone and looked down at Vegeta Jr, noticing his grip had tightened simply at the thought of seeing Videl again.

"Oops! Sorry Vegeta Jr, thought I saw someone I knew for a second and zoned out," he said with a nervous chuckle as he released his grip and put his hand behind his head and scratched it a couple times. "So uh, is there anything you wanted to ask me?" He quickly glanced in the direction where he thought he might of seen Videl only to see that a large group of people had crowded the area in an attempt to get close to Hercule. Gohan let out a slight sigh before turning his attention back to Vegeta Jr.
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"Attention all fighters! The matchups have been decided for each division. Please proceed to the charts so that you may find out who your opponent is. The first fight will not be announced! The rounds begin in one hour."

Kizaku looked over to Trunks with a nervous expression. Trunks was extremely calm.

"Do you remember your division number?" Trunks asked.

"Yeah, it's #16!" Kizaku responded.

Trunks turned to Kizaku with surprise. "But your name begins with..."

"Z for this tournament! Remember, I used that fake name! You may call me Zachariah now!" Kizaku responded.

Immediately the mallet came down on his head. Kizaku layed on the ground in a daze while an angry Trunks stood over him.

"Idiot! If you were gonna make up a name at least make up a good one!" Trunks snapped.

Trunks then walked off after Kizaku was recovered. As he was walking with the fighters to all of the digitalized charts, he'd notice the form of an individual in a black sleeveless shirt, red pants with nothing on his feet. For some reason he felt as if he had seen the person before. But since memory was not supporting his theory for the moment he didn't give it another thought. Kizaku went off to the digital screen on the end. Trunks and the figure he noticed stopped with many other fighters to look at the screen with the listings for fighters R-T. The figure turned to Trunks.

"Well my friend, seems we'll be fighting for position 13. Good luck!" The figure spoke.

Trunks looked at him curiously only to find he had his hand extended for a handshake. Trunks peered into his eyes and could swear he'd seen this person before. But since he was being a good sport he could at least shake the man's hand. The man looked at the board again seeing his picture under the name Ryoken. He then saw Trunks' picture under his name on the other end of the board.

"We will face each other late in the preliminaries, Trunks! I'll be excited to test my strength against you. But for now I must prepare for my match. I'm up 3rd."

Ryoken proceeded to walk off, leaving Trunks confused.

Who was that guy? Trunks thought.

Kizaku had gotten a look at the board already and came running back to find Trunks. Trunks noticed him coming and used some of his unnatural speed to zip behind the boy and take him by the leg, holding him up so he was upside down in front of Trunks' face. Trunks brough Kizaku's face in line with his own.

"Where's the fire, Kizaku?" Trunks asked.

"I'm in the first match!" Kizaku shouted.

Trunks eyes widened in surprise.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'm against some guy named Xiato!" Kizaku answered.

Kizaku then closed his eyes and shook his head violently back and forth.

"Oh Trunks! I don't know what to do! What if my opponent is some massive bulky giant with muscles bigger than my dad's volkswagon?"

"Oh get ahold of yourself before I drop you on your head! You're gonna be fine! Tell ya what! My match won't start for a while. So how about I come watch yours?" Trunks bargained.

Kizaku gave an expression of joy. "You mean it?"

"Sure, I'd be interested in seeing your first real fight. Now come on!"

Trunks released his hold on Kizaku's leg, causing him to drop to the floor. "Ow!"

"Let's go meet your opponent!"

About 10 minutes before the first set of matches was due to start, Kizaku and Trunks entered building #16 to find the stage set to go. Trunks looked around for anyone that might look like Xiato. There was a preliminary ref standing in the center of the replica tournament arena. The fighting room was huge with all of the X-Z fighters standing around.

"Attention, we will begin the first match of the preliminary rounds in division 16 in 10 minutes. Will Zachariah and Xiato please enter the stage?"

Trunks and Kizaku eyed each other.

"That's you...Zachariah!" Trunks spoke sarcastically.

Kizaku gave a worried expression while Trunks merely winked at him and gave him a thumbs up. They then watched to see who would step up to the stadium. Xiato turned out to be a fighter 5'10 about 180lbs with a slightly thick and toned body build. He wore an orange sleeveless vest and white and blue pants with black slippers on. His hair was brown and spiky and he had a white headband around his head. Seeing that, Kizaku was afraid.

I gotta fight that!? Oh man, emergency ward here I come!

"So where is my opponent?" Xiato spoke with a low voice.

"Will Zachariah please enter the arena! You have two minutes to respond."

Kizaku gave a gulp and wiped the sweat off of his forehead with knuckle pads he wore. Then he became serious.

"I'm Zachariah!" Kizaku shouted just before he jumped onto the stage floor.

Xiato looked at Kizaku with a weird expression while the crowd gasped. "It's a kid!"

"I'm fighting a kid? Is this fair?" Xiato asked.

"I was thinking the same thing." Kizaku responded.

"Now that we have both opponents the match will begin in a moment."

Trunks opened the telepathic link to Kizaku's mind.

Kizaku, stay focused! You can do this!

Right!

"Kid or not, you are my opponent! So don't expect me to go easy on you!" Xiato said.

Xiato slid into a ready stance. Kizaku hesitated but went into stance as well. Trunks watched and waited. The ref jumped off of the platform.

"Just to be familiar with the rules, you lose if you get knocked out, fall out of the ring or kill your opponent!"

DID HE JUST SAY KILL!? Kizaku shrieked in thought.

The ref waved a green flag. "BEGIN!"

Immediately Xiato took off running as fast as he could toward Kizaku, his low growling voice yelling out loudly as a dust trail followed him.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!" Xiato screamed.

"OH NO!!" Kizaku yelled.

KIZAKU FOCUS NOW!

Kizaku got ready with a focused expression as Xiato closed the gap, a punch ready to throw down on the small frame that was the little boy. He went for a vicious cross punch which Kizaku barely side-dodged. Xiato was quick to follow up with more furious blows. Xiato was a bit surprised by the dodge but didn't let that stop his offensive. He kepted on swinging violently at Kizaku. Kizaku jumped back and forth to avoid each punch as it came.

AH HELP ME!!! Kizaku yelled in thought.

Don't give up Kizaku!

A kick took the boy off of his feet causing him to fall on his back. Then Xiato brought his leg high then dropped it down so that he could forcefully step on Kizaku's gut. But the boy rolled out of the way and got onto his feet. Xiato was on him again with punches but Kizaku jumped back, causing Xiato to advance further if he wanted to reach Kizaku. By now the audience was cheering loudly for Kizaku and Xiato. Trunks watched as Kizaku was barely staying ahead of Xiato's moves.

That guy is so aggressive! Kizaku is gonna have to do something or he's gonna get launched from the ring.

"RAAAAAAH! YAH!!!!" Xiato screamed as he kept attacking.

Kizaku's fearful expression stayed plastered to his face as he kept dodging his attacks.

"You're pretty fast for a tyke! But ya seem scared! Don't worry! It will be all over in a second."

They were getting to the edge of the ring as Kizaku kept dodging the furious swings.

"HE'S PUSHING YOU TO THE EDGE KIZAKU! GET OUTTA THERE!"

A fierce downshifting punch rocketted for Kizaku's form causing him to jump back to the edge of the ring to dodge. Once he realized he was trapped his fearful expression disappeared and he glared at Xiato who was advancing forward. Kizaku gritted his teeth and tightened his fists.

"EEEYAAAAAH!!!!" Kizaku screamed.

Trunks and Xiato were surprised by the sudden outburst. Then suddenly Kizaku lunged from the edge of the ring toward Xiato into a wild spin which seemed to cause a slow motion moment. Kizaku extened his leg and was now going into a hurricane kick formation. But the foot caught fire. Xiato was stunned and stopped in his tracks.

"FIRE...." Kizaku yelled.

"HURRICANE....!"

"KICK!!!!!!!"

Then in a flash before anyone knew what to expect, Xiato found himself being smashed in the face by a flaming spin kick. But Kizaku was spinning so fast that he took the slashing blow repeatedly to the face. Trunks' eyes were widely opened, the crowd had gone silent as now Xiato was helplessly being repeatedly hit by a furious hurricane kick, recieving burn marks on his face each time the kicks hit. Then Kizaku built up power for the last kick and came spinning around for his face one more time. This sent Xiato into a furious spin just before he hit the ground. Kizaku landed on the ground in front of him, panting as the flames he built up around him died. The crowd was flabbergasted. Kizaku's first attack in the match was fierce. Even Trunks was surprised.

"...uh...Wow!"

"Did you see that!?"

"Incredible!"

"If he's not down and out by that then I'll be surprised!"

Kizaku waited to see what would happen as did the ref. But when two minutes passed, Xiato started to move, his body trembling. Kizaku's eyes widened for a moment but then he grew focused as the adrenaline continued to pump through his veins. Xiato got up to a knee, one hand on the side of his face where the kick landed. He seemed to be growling. It was just then he turned to Kizaku and jumped to his feet in stance.

"Ok kid, you're outta here! XIATO SHOWS NO MERCY!!!"

Xiato took off for Kizaku once more but this time he was dealing with the amount of pain he'd just been dealt with the attack. Either way as the swift fighter made his fast approach, Kizaku was ready.

"OK...GO TIME!" Kizaku shouted.
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Kallas Mishima, who had infested Krillin's body through his Body Infestation technique. Kallas's body had died and decayed centuries ago, yet his technique let him live on through the bodies of powerful fighters, which he used till it was also there turn to meet the maker. His technique demanded a large amount of energy from his victims, causing him to have to change Body every year or so, depending on the strength of the vessel.

Currently, he was watching the fight between Xiato and Zachariah. Kallas quickly became bored, deciding neither fighter would be a worthy test of the body, so he began to walk through the crowds towards a little Bar selling drinks, food, souveniers. All the normal stuff in an arena. Nothing caught his eye so he ordered a drink.

"I'd like a Jack Daniels and Coke", said Kallas sharply, as he began to feel the headachey effects which he usually felt after taking over a body. It was still putting up some resistance.

"Ice or no Ice, Sir?", asked the Waiter, trying to be polite.

"DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE?? I ASKED FOR A JACK AND COKE, SO I WANT THE SO CALLED ALCOHOL BEVERAGE NOW!!!", yelled Kallas as the headache began to turn for the worse. Something was happening with the body.

The sudden display kicked the Waiter from first gear to sixth, as he prepared the drink in 6 seconds flat; to a good standard as well.

"Is.... Is there.... Anything... Else..... Sir?", panted the Waiter, who had turned a ghostly shade of white.

"Actually, yes", said Kallas. "Another Jack and Coke, but with Ice this time!"

The Waiter stood, staring at Kallas, for about another 4 seconds before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed, knocking lots of alcoholic bottles to the floor. Most seemed to hit his head after he fell. Kallas laughed at the result of his order. That was the funniest thing I've seen in two centuries, thought Kallas. He stood up and began to walk off.

So I'm in Division 6, eh?, thought Kallas as he began to consult one of the Division Charts. Only 8 people had K-L at the beginning of there names, so Kallas had a total of 3 fights before it was decided whether he was in the Top 16. Kallas suddenly gasped reaching for his head; the Battle of Control of Krillin's body continued, resulting in the shape of a Migraine...

Krillin had began to wage a battle for his mind. He had discovered that if he used his Conscience as a giant wall to push on the dominant mind, which was Kallas, it caused them immense pain and caused there control to recede. Just keep fighting Krillin!!, Krillin thought to himself, as his tactic was causing him immense pain and was draining what little energy his mind had left.

Suddenly, he caught a wave of the intruders thoughts. Damn, thought Kallas. I can feel the tattoo receding! He must of found some secret way to force me out... Well if it's a war he wants it's a war he'll get!!!

The Last thing to for Krillin to see before he was stolen of the vision he had preciously regained was two fighters within an arena, neither one did he recognise. Where are we?, thought Krillin.
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"YOU LITTLE BASTARD! YOU'RE MINE!!!" Xiato screamed.

Kizaku kept his eyes locked with Xiato's.

Hmm...

"HERE HE COMES KIZAKU! GET READY!"

Xiato thrust a furious straight punch. Kizaku guided it away with his forearm. Xiato's attacks came furiously for the boy's small frame. Kizaku continued his jumping a dodging back and forth. Xiato was furious. One punch he threw for Kizaku completely missed but not due to Kizaku's dodging. Kizaku looked over to the punch noticing it was out in the middle of nowhere. But milliseconds after that he was being bombarded again and forced to dodge.

Kizaku jumped away from Xiato. Xiato came rushing at Kizaku with another straight punch. Kizaku threw one of his own which caused their fists to collide with each other. Kizaku's signs of fear vanished.

What's with this kid? Grr!

Kizaku began throwing back punches of his own, the two fighters now furiously swinging back and forth at each other as sounds of punches colliding filled the ring. The audience was viciously roaring in cheers and shouts. Trunks was right along with them.

"YEAH YOU GO BOY! STAND UP TO THAT BULLY! WHOO!!"

"WAY TO GO, KIZAKU! STAY WITH HIM! YOU GOT HIM BUDDY!! YEAH!"

"COME ON KID! LET HIM HAVE IT! KEEP GOING!! OH YEAH!!!"

Some of those shouts went along those lines. Kizaku was hopping up and down toward the edge of the ring while Xiato tried to trip him by taking out his legs.

"HE'S TAKING YOU TO THE EDGE AGAIN, KID! GET OUTTA THERE!"

Xiato went for a trip to send Kizaku out of the ring but the boy took to the air, arms out sideways held straight rolling forward as he went over Xiato's head. Then as he descended he turned around and straightened his body out so he'd land on his hands and feet. Xiato turned around by then and rushed Kizaku who was also rushing him. They went back to furiously swinging at each other with furious punches, the sounds of hits filling the ring along with the screams and shouts of the spectators.

"Awesome match! And this is just the first one in the division!" spoke the ref.

"Whoa, Kizaku..."

Kizaku deflected a punch for face and countered with lunging straight punch for the face. Xiato came back with a palm heel strike to the boy's chest which forced him back to the ground. Xiato came with a side kick for the boy's head but Kizaku had cartwheeled away from it. Kizaku then stood on his right heel and thrust himself into a spin just before he lunged into the air, his arms out sideways held straight, and hands formed into fists. Kizaku's spinning form slammed repeatedly into Xiato's face with the fists that came around to meet it. Xiato, furious, swatted Kizaku away. Trunks was surprised that Kizaku had taken such a vicious lead and style of attack.

That spinning kick did more damage to Xiato than I thought. He's still being aggressive but his attacks are sloppy and he's becoming desperate. Kizaku could win this.

Xiato's furious attacks kept coming at Kizaku after a stagger from the vicious blows. But as the match dragged on, Xiato's fatigue started to show as he started taking more and more of Kizaku's offensive punches.

"Dude! That kid is picking him apart now!"

YOU GOT HIM NOW KIZAKU! FINISH IT!

Kizaku did a razor flip kick to Xiato's chin sending him staggering backwards just before he took a high jump to the air. All eyes went to ceiling where Kizaku was floating.

"Nice fight, Xiato! But I think it's time I finished this match! READY!! HERE I COME!!! HRUH!!"

Kizaku went into a vicious spin just before images of a bunch of tall buildings appeared on the arena floor and Kizaku went into a dive, his fist reeled back behind him as he made the swift dive. Jaws hung as they awaited the attack.

"Here it comes! The might blow! SKYSCRAPAH SHUTO!!!" Kizaku shouted as his entire body was engulfed in flames.

He closed the gap quickly and struck Xiato with the vicious punch engulfed in flames right in the gut. There was a five second delay just before the punch impact erupted in a vicious explosion sending Xiato out of the ring.

"GWAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!" Xiato screamed as he hit the wall and dropped down in front of the other spectators, groaning just before he passed out.

Kizaku landed on the floor with both feet, the fist he used to strike down between his legs and the other fist cocked back and tightened. He was panting heavily as he stared at the widened eyed expressions in front of him. The referee stood up on the platform and waved the red flag.

"The first preliminary round is over! The winner by KO and ring out is Zachariah Peterson!"

There were a mix of comments and cheers as the winner was announced. At that moment Kizaku dropped to his knees just before his eyes closed and he passed out. Trunks hopped out onto the arena floor and rushed to Kizaku taking him into his arms. The referee turned.

"Is he ok?"

"He's just exhausted! I'll take him to get some rest and have him back here before his next match." Trunks said.

"Alright then! Tell your friend he did a nice job!"

Trunks nodded and carried Kizaku off of the arena floor.

"Attention! The next match will begin in ten minutes!"

Kizaku groaned as he tried to stir. Trunks just stared at him a bit amazed by what he saw in the ring moments ago.

Skyscraper Shoot! That's one of my varient attacks I used against that sniper on Avalon! How did he learn it?

He pondered this as he took Kizaku off someplace where he could heal him without being noticed.
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Vegeta Jr quickly fell back in suprise at gohan calling him vegeta. He simply said "Uh you must be confusing me with my relative. I am Vegeta Jr"
Gohan then quickly held out his hand and grabbed Vegeta Jr's hand. A second later Vegeta Jr felt a sundden pain in his hand Gohan had crushed it with his hand shake. Through the pain though he kept a straight face.

"Oh sorry I thought I saw someone I knew" Gohan said as his excuse for zoning off. " So did you want to ask me something" he heard Gohan saying after a couple seconds. Vegeta Jr nodded and replied
"Yes I do. I have heard of your skill and I was uh wondering if you would train me. I just wanted to make sure it was you before I asked" Vegeta Jr said quickly as he was very nervous at asking this.

I shouldnt of ask that Vegeta Jr thought right after saying it. He then glanced over where Gohan was looking to see what was going on. He saw a huge gathered around two people one was a girl in her teens and the other seemed to be a middle aged martial artist. There was reporters swarming around them Must be pretty important people. He then turned back to Gohan waiting to see how he would react from his question to him.

If he wasnt focused on Gohan he would have heard fighting in the ring and would want to immedetly check it out. But in that moment he was focusing on one thing.
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"Yes I do. I have heard of your skill and I was uh wondering if you would train me. I just wanted to make sure it was you before I asked" Vegeta Jr said quickly as he was very nervous at asking this. Gohan looked back at Vegeta Jr dumbfounded. He was flattered that this young warrior thought so highly of him, but he still had much to learn himself and didn't have time to become a teacher.

"Well uh, I'm honored that you'd like to become my student Vegeta Jr, but I'm still learning a lot of things myself. You'd be much better off starting off training with an older sensei like Master Roshi, or Lord Kami. I'll tell you what though, anytime you want to spar or join me for some training I'll be glad to take you up on the offer." Gohan grinned and gave a thumbs up to Vegeta Jr, hoping he hadn't crushed his feelings.

Gohan suddenly heard a roar of applause from the tournament ring. The waiting area they were in was in a lofty room with a balcony overlooking the stadium. "Well looks like the tournament has started already." he said as he took a few steps closer to the balcony and looked down below. Gohan was slightly impressed by the moves of the young boy that was battling in the ring, but he didn't seem to be that much of a threat. Gohan raised an eyebrow as the small warrior was engulfed in flames and sent his opponent flying out of the ring. "Interesting . . ." Gohan muttered under his breath before turning back to Vegeta Jr who had joined Gohan in watching the battle.

"Oh hey, I hear you're going up against Videl in your first match. Good luck against her, she may be a girl but I can tell you from personal experience that she can be a pretty scary opponent." Gohan turned back to the ring and saw Trunks carrying the young boy out of the ring. Hey, I haven't seen Trunks in a while! "Trunks! Hey, Trunks!" Gohan called down to him, but he guessed Trunks couldn't hear him as he saw him disappear into one of the stadium tunnels.

Gohan let out a sigh of exasperation and went to sit down on the bench he had sat on earlier, deciding he'd wait to catch up with Trunks later. He looked back at Vegeta Jr "Hey, good luck in the tournament. If you've really got the blood of Vegeta in you then you should prove to be a handful for anyone you fight against. Sorry I can't take you as my student right now, but maybe a few years from now when I'm done travelling the universe. Who knows, maybe you'll be strong enough to become MY teacher. I'll be watching your fight." Gohan said with a grin before getting back into his meditation position, answering any other questions or comments of Vegeta Jr's and looking around the waiting area one last time for anyone he knew before re-entering his deep state of meditation.
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"Well uh, I'm honored that you'd like to become my student Vegeta Jr, but I'm still learning a lot of things myself. You'd be much better off starting off training with an older sensei like Master Roshi, or Lord Kami. I'll tell you what though, anytime you want to spar or join me for some training I'll be glad to take you up on the offer." He heard Gohan to him in reply to his question. Vegeta Jr wasnt really taken aback at all at this and said to him "I guess I will go train with the other people you mentioned first then come back to you" He grinned at Gohan and then saw the end of the fight.

Wow intresting move thought Vegeta Jr. he then was shocked as Gohan said Videl would be his first match. " I didn't even know that" he said as he glanced back to him. Well looks like I am going to have to train harder he thought. He saw Trunks carry the loser out of the stadium. Gohan called down to him but Vegeta Jr didnt he harldy knew him.

"Hey, good luck in the tournament. If you've really got the blood of Vegeta in you then you should prove to be a handful for anyone you fight against. Sorry I can't take you as my student right now, but maybe a few years from now when I'm done travelling the universe. Who knows, maybe you'll be strong enough to become MY teacher. I'll be watching your fight." He looked back at Gohan after he said this and said "Thanks but I highly doubt I will be half the fighter you are"

He then watched Gohan go back to his meditating. Vegeta Jr then began looking for Videl since she was his first match he wanted to know at least what she looked like.
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Having broken away from the commotion her father seemed to take around with him everywhere she went off to division 15's matchup bracket screen. What she saw on the screen was that her division would have 5 rounds. She then looked around for her name in the bracket sheet and found it to be the second match. The first match had been decided and given to a Wiedner. Then she gasped. It meant that her match was due to start any moment now or she could possibly be late. She looked at the bracket to find the name of her opponent.


Vincent Korbin eh... Videl thought.

She took off running to the 15th division building. Meanwhile Vincent stood in the ring with his arms folded. Vincent turned out to be this 5'9 150lb lean build type guy. He wore a black wife beater and brown shorts and boots.

"Last call for Mrs Videl! Please enter the ring!"

"Maybe the girl took off running behind her father!" Vincent joked.

"You wish!" came Videl's voice.

Everybody turned to see Videl entered the arena room. A slender hand came in contact with her hair to push it back behind her ears at first. But then she decided to take a band and just bind the hair into a bun. Then she made her way to the ring while adjusting her black fingerless gloves to comfort. With one good leap, she was there, staring the man down with a solid expression. She then looked around but could see no signs of Gohan. She saw his name in the fighting roster and had hoped he'd be here to watch the match.

"Well you finally showed!" Vincent said.

"You didn't think I'd back down, did you? You could only be so lucky. Let's do this."

"The stage is set! Videl Satan will face off against Vincent Korbin! Fighters proceed to battle!"

The ref jumped off of the battle stage allowing for the match to begin. Vincent moved in swiftly and try to take out Videl's legs with a sweep kick. She jumped and would spin around gracefully for a spin kick to the head. This was met with Vincent's forearm. He then grabbed the leg and tossed the girl toward the edge of the ring. But Videl was not so easily dealt with in this way. By using her flight ability she slowed her flight toward the edge of the ring and would straighten herself out then come whirling on back in a graceful spin back to the ring floor. From here she would start a sprint toward Vincent. Vincent would be so quick as to sprint toward her as well. He threw a straight punch for Videl.

Videl weaved around it taking a step back. She brought her leg high so she could bring it with the foot slashing down across his chest. Vincent took a step back and threw a high kick for Videl's face. She ducked! She did a sweep kick. Vincent jumped over it. He went for a regular kick for her head. She caught it, pushed it back, then got up and stepped into him with an elbow. Vincent caught the elbow and pushed her back into a stumble. Then he went for a kick at her knee joints. She back flipped then got back into stance. She stepped into him once more and thrust her fist toward Vincent. Vincent smacked the punch away then came down for her head with a hammer shot. Both hands caught the fist and pushed it back into the air. He stumbled then came back. Videl was already coming around for a spin kick to the midsection. He jumped over then went for a hand chop to the neck. She stepped back and went for the same thing. Their wrists connected. He grabbed her arm, she reversed it. He double reversed it. She did the same, then released knowing he would reverse the grabbed again and went for hand chops. He did the same connecting with her wrists over and over again.


Finally she stepped back. So did he. They could hear clapping and cheers from the crowd as the two stood off. Vincent had a calm expression. So did Videl.

"Not bad! The daughter of Mr. Satan does have the moves!" Vincent said.

"You too!" Videl spoke with a voice of approval.

"Now let's see what happens when I get serious!" Vincent said

Vincent got back into ready stance. Videl did the same. The match was about to get serious.
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Piccolo had been having a lot dreams lately causing his mind to be filled with tension and his fist filled with rage. Piccolo's dreams were more like nightmares as worse case secnerios were always shown to him. His fear of losing was growing much stronger then usual. He wasn't expecting himself to be this rattled from becoming greatest fighter.

These secnerios dealt with facing Maverick again and failing to even come close to the man's level in power. Maverick had left a influence on him as it seem he was almost the source of Piccolo's new power. But, to trouble Piccolo more was the fact that there were warriors out there even stronger then him in universe. Him and Earth Special Forces has to retreat from Avalon after they realized that they could no provide enough help to the people. The namek felt attached to many of lives he helped on the planet such as boy who was in critcial condition after a Kelioux attack.

"I have to be able to become stronger for them. The ones who can't fight, and if I lose then so be it," said Piccolo in a motivated tone. Piccolo threw a beam ball out his left palm causing a nearby mountain to explode into dust. He had been in solitude for quite some time and knew it was time for him to check how much he really improved. It was announced that their was going to be a very big martial arts tournament being held. "Piccolo the Diety. Now that is a title I could get use to," said Piccolo smirking as his aura pulsated around his body.

"I will become the strongest fighter in the universe. Then there would be no one who could touch me," Piccolo said boosting his ego. Piccolo was becoming so wrapped up in his own words he failed to realize he was unleashing to much of his power causing the rock formation he stood on to start crumbling below him. As it fail Piccolo still remained suspended in mid-air flying.

"This tournament shall be my time to prove myself," said Piccolo he blasted off leaving a sonic boom behind him. He arrived at the tournament ground a late as most of fighters had already been there. Piccolo didn't know why but he had the sudden urge to hide his identity in the tournament. He looked around to see if he could find any type of outfit to help him hide his identity. "Help please somebody help," said a woman in distress as a man whering a oddly mask over his face that resembled one a ninja would of worn. The namek wasted no time as he dissapeared from sight and appeared behind criminal sending a karate chop across the back of bandit's neck putting him to sleep.

"Here you go," said Piccolo handing purse over to the woman. He then took the mask off the bandits mouth and put it on his face. Piccolo also took the robbers gloves and put them on his hands. "Now just have get rid of cape and I should be good," said Piccolo smirking as he walked up to the resigteration table.

"What is your name?" asked the man behind the table looking rather dreadful from having to sit for so long to take names of all of the fighters in the tournament. "My name is Peter Falker," said Piccolo as it was first name that popped in his head. "Very well then you will be in division 9 and you better hurry the match will begins soon."

"Now then with this outfit. I should be inconspicous to anyone and no one would be scared," said Piccolo remebering when the world break out in widespread teroor of King Piccolo. But those times were long passed and proved how weak evil truly was his power had grown many times over after he quit causing pain to others for senseless power.
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Kallas had taken control of Krillin's body. I wonder how long he could see through the eyes?, Kallas thought to himself. He had been watching the fights, but left as Videl and Vincent entered the arena. He headed through the crowds to leave the Stadium for a short time.

"I gotta eat", said Kallas, as Krillin's body began to growl. "Ohhhh.... I didn't realise how hungry I was...."

Just as he began to leave, the loud, crackling noise that meant the speaker was turning on, began to attack his ears before reading out the announcement.

"Hello Folks!! The battle between Vincent and Videl is just starting, but it looks like it's going to be one intense fight!! Straight after we have Kallas Mishima, a new competitor according to our records, Vs. our cities number one Judo expert, Judy!!! Make you book ring side tickets boys and girls coz this tournament is just starting!!"

Kallas growled knowing it would be foolish to leave now and risk missing his fight. Just as he was about to head back, he noticed a small Sushi shop at the end of the street, which he should be able to hear the announcements from. He quickly ran down the road, ordering two bowls of rice and three bowls of Sushi.

"Would you like anything else, Sir?", asked the man behind the counter, who reminded Kallas of the one at the Stadium.

"If I wanted anything else, I would of said so. So get lost!!", shouted Kallas, wanting to eat his food quickly. He savoured the food, as it felt like he hadn't eaten in years, letting each spoonful move back and forth across his tongue. His original plan was to rush it, but that plan was quickly put aside. This was Krillin's chance...

Krillin could sense that Kallas was distracted, so he swiftly attempted to get his vision back without being noticed. Suddenly, Krillin came across a flare of colours from the different types of raw fish on the table. Finally! Now what should I do next?, thought Krillin. It looks like we are at the Tenkaichi Budokai Tournament that Videl told me about...

That's it!!, exclaimed Krillin within his mind. I'll wait till this Body Thief takes my body into a fight, but when he's distracted by the fight, I'll bombard his brain again and re-take control. Perfect!

So a plan was formed. But would it work...
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Enters the super saiyan:

Bardock walked through the streets as he sighed, his battle with Nappa was interesting but it seemed a little too easy. He supposed he shouldn't have expected much but his saiyan blood was still boiling.

Ever since he had obtained this power...this ability to transform, it had seemed to push him over the edge. Bardock had always felt at home on the battle field but now it had become a craving, it seemed that achieving the power of the ultimate warrior was not enough. The only question that drove him nowadays was the wonder of if this truely is the ultimate power?

The power he had obtained was strong but it still drained him, "Could there be more?" wondered the saiyan as he shook himself from his thoughts.

He was walking through the city as he sought out an all you can eat bar, he was famished. It had been almost a day since he had last eaten, he had been putting all of his effort into taming his battle thirst with intense training in his new form. But eventually the training became just as consuming as his new desire and now his hunger was cutting into him.

Eventually he came upon a diner and entered, as he did so everyone inside looked up at the 5' 10" warrior. Bardock had not realized that he had walked into the Hard Knock Bar: a place notorious for it's seedy reputation and known for their often occurance of bar fights. Bardock stepped into the place further and walked over to the nearest booth all the while the eyes of the others followed him.

Sitting down a waiter came up to the saiyan, What's ya order? "I want five orders of your 3 lbs cheese burger and fries," said Bardock looking over the menu. The waiter looked at him like the saiyan was mad, "Whatever it's your money bub," said the waiter as he took the saiyan's money and left.

It had only been a few minutes into his wait for his food when a few of the 'clients' of the restaurant decided to confront the warrior.

"Hey buddy we don't like your face, but we do like that nice piece of metal on your back," said one of the patrons a particularly nasty looking man with a X shaped scar across his face and a scraggly balck beard and shades. The man was gesturing to Bardock's sword, the haliburd was always carried by the saiyan since he had bought it at Avalon. Bardock's training with the sword had payed off immensely and Bardock doubted there were many metals that could stand up to the intense gravity he was training under.

"You want this?" said Bardock pointing at his back, "then take it from me." The saiyan remained seated as the man towered over him with his 7 foot frame and bulging muscles. The man laughed and turned to his friends who laughed along synchophantically. The scarred man then threw a fist out of nowhere aimed at Bardock's head, Bardock stayed seated as the man's fist plowed into his left temple.

Bardock didn't even move as the man's arm buldged as veins popped in his face and along his arm. "That it?" said Bardock bored as the man roared, "Why you!!" screamed the man as he started wailing on the saiyan as Bardock sighed, the man's strength was pathetic, even Nappa's and especially Dabura's punches hurt more though those did little damage as well. It was as if he was surrounded by people who just wanted to be hurt...

Bardock waited until the man stopped punching him, he grabbed his hands howling in pain hitting the saiyan was like hitting steel. Bardock then held up his index finger as the man stopped twitching in pain and looked frightened at the warrior, his friends too had stopped eating in a pantomime of shock. Bardock then thrust his finger forward causing the man to fly across the room and slamm into his buddies. The force of the blow carried the man and his friends even further as they slammed into and broke through the wall leaving a gaping hole in the building.

The waiter had come back with Bardock's order "Here's your foo...holy shit! What the hell happened?!" Said the man as he eyed the gaping hole in the wall.

"Some guy and his friends needed to leave...really quickly," said Bardock as he took the food from the waiter and gobbled it up rapidly as the waiter stared on in shock.

::3 minutes later::

Bardock left the place having satisfied his pallet for food, but his other hunger had flared up. The man's fight with him once again awoken his thirst for battle, his hunger for a powerful opponent was still unmet. That was when he heard the news announcement.

The tournament registration is picking up as people are preparing for the Tenchaki Budokai! The best fighters in the world are gearing up for what is sure to be another great installment! And who better to attend than the world champion Mr. Satan!!

There was a pan of the audience as the people cheered and chanted their champion's name.

The registration is almost complete and the prelims are about to start if you haven't signed up yet you are going to miss out!

With that the screen changed as the weatherman came on. A tournament eh? This might be my chance to take a little steam off at least, thought Bardock. He then suddenly burst into an aura as he took to the sky causing several of the onlookers to gasp and point in awe at the flying man.

::few seconds later::

Bardock came down outside the arena and walked in as he did so he was surprised to find a few other faces in the crowd as well. He walked up to the registration table as the two signers smiled at him, "Welcome are you here to participate?" asked one of them as Bardock nodded.

"Great then let's get your name and you need to hand over any of your weapons, they are not allowed in the tournament," Bardock sighed as he placed the blade on the table, as soon as the weapon touched the table it suddenly collapsed, even Bardock was slightly surprised, he had not realized how heavy the blade actually was...but his surprise was nothing compared to the nearly hysteric officials.

"Yeee," yelled the two of them in shock.

"Well are you going to register me or not?" said Bardock as they gulped and grabbed a pen and the form and leaned it against the folded table. "Name?" said the two hurrriedly.

"Bardock,'" said the saiyan dissmissively as he was given his prelim arena, Arena 1, and he marched off to the matches.
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(This post is just rough draft. Expect a edit later on.)
"Now ladies and getlemen we have a great match to start off. The infamous Lance Zen vs a masked fighter. Lance has proved himself to be quite the man. He has won many international tournaments in his time as a fighter, and even owns many dojos over the world," said the announcer with a false expression of exicitemnt. "Now let our fight begin," said the announcer making a motion with his hands to signal for the fighters to start their match.

"We love you Lance," said a group of high school teenage girls. "Ah yes my adoring fans. I shall conquer this heaven with a mere punch for my fans," said Lance is a charming tone. Lance pulled out a rose and stuck it inbetween his teeth. Piccolo could already feel the emberessment for all of the fighters in the world. "This guy is a joke I really hate holding back on such a fool," said Piccolo to himself.

Lance wasted no more time and entered his fighting stance. The stance wasn't to bad he made sure to cover his body from any sort of foward attack. Piccolo did the same and entered his fighting stance. Lance fighting stance reminded the namek of the human named Yamcha. As Lance rushed Piccolo he sent a flurry of fist which were easily dodged by Piccolo. "Hey what type of name is Peter Falker?" Are you going to molest me?" he asked randomly almost as he hoped Piccolo would be thrown off guard and answer his questions leaving him unable to guard himself. "Go get him Lancey," said the girls yelling out from the spectator seats.

"Man he is so cute, I hope he beats that hiiden mask fighter," said one of the girls in the audience. "I know I mean is he like seriously ugly or something?" asked another girl. Piccolo's large hears could easily pick up the conversation and it made sweat form on his head from the ignorance of the girls.

"Stop moving around and hit me," yelled Lance with anger. His attacks were growing slower and he hadn't landed one hit on the namek as of now. Piccolo sighed as he let loose a power punch into Lance's torso. The human fell to his knees almost instantenously and hit the ground. The fangirls all became silent and in awe from Lance losing the first match so quickly. "What a loser I can't believe we actually liked him," said girls talking as they walked off from the arena. The medical team had to come on the stage and carry off his body. "And our winner with a knock out Piccolo!" yelled the annoucer with real exicted tone instead of the fake one he put on at the beginning of the match. Piccolo shook his head as he walked off the arena. "Maybe I am just wasting my time here after all," he mumbled.
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A few hours after to speaking with Gohan his picture and name came up on the board. Next to him was another Picture and a name. The person's name was Volataire. What kind of name is Voltaire he thought as he looked at the masked figure. A few seconds after Vegeta Jr noticed the announcer called out "Vegeta Jr and Volataire enter the ring now"

Vegeta Jr stupidly flew in and landed in the arena. Oh ya he thought people from this planet cant fly. The whole audience gasped. The annoucer just smiled to himself and then turned to Vegeta jr. The annoucer backed up a step. He looks aculty like the person who blew up part of the stadium except smaller. "Hey Mister Announcer when are we starting the fight" Vegeta Jr said intrerupting the announcers thoughts.

"Oh ya right now. Ladies and gentelmen we have a great match for you today" the annoucer said trying to act excited On the left side of the ring Vegeta Jr. Nobody in the audience said a word "On the right Voltaire." The audience was deathly quiet as the 2 fighters wemt into there battle stances.

Vegeta Jr's stance was calm and balanced but Voltaire by his stance seemed on edge. His fists were formed way to tight and his whole body shook as if he needed the fight to start. "Begin" the announcer shouted out of nowhere.

As a clue from his starting stance Voltarie quickly rushed Vegeta Jr and swung an uppercut right for Vegeta Jr's chin. Vegeta Jr did a simple backflip and dodged the uppercut. Not a very good style he thought to himself as Voltaire rushed at him agian. Voltaire swung 4 quick punches. Vegeta Jr ducked dodged to the left and to the right. This is going to be easy Vegeta Jr thought.

"Enough fooling around would you attack me already!. Voltaire sunddenly said as he stood in front of Vegeta Jr. "Fine but remeber you asked for it" Vegeta Jr through a slow but very strong punch at Voltaire. Voltaire formed and X with his hands to block it. As the punch made contact he flew back 3 yards back to the center of the ring. You could see bruises on his arm begining to form but the young fighter said nothing as Vegeta Jr rushed at him.

Vegeta Jr flung a very fast uppercut at Voltaire. So fast that Voltaires eyes couldnt see it. He was flung up 2 feet in the air and landed on his back on the ground. As Vegeta Jr approched him agian. He looked at Voltaire. Voltaire was coughing up blood. Barely able to stand now the human wobbled up from the ground.

From Voltaire's fatiuge was to high he attacked Vegeta Jr with slow punch Vegeta Jr blocked the punch but holding out his right hand and grabbing the punch in mid air. He crushed down on the hand and Voltaires face grew red in pain. He even let out a slight scream as Vegeta Jr started swining him around by his arm.

Vegeta Jr finnaly flung him to the other side of the ring and Voltaire landed hard on the stadium's surface. Vegeta Jr quickly flew up above Voltaire. The whole crowd gasped as a visble energy was forming between his two hands. "I am finishing this now. Beam ball." Vegeta Jr shouted for the whole stadium to hear. He then lanuched the huge blue glowing ball of energy at Voltaire who was still struggling to get up. A mere seconds later the ball hit with a small explosion and Voltaire was slammed down into the stadium so hard that it formed a small crater in the ground.
The announcer quickly ran over to Voltarie. He was unconsies. "Voltaire has been K.O. Vegeta Jr is the winner" The crowd let at a roar amazed by the teqinique Vegeta Jr used.

I wasnt all that great Vegeta Jr thought as he flew out of the ring.
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The registrers were packing up when one last man came up, the man was rather tall but skinny. His entire body was covered with tattered black rags and underneath the officials saw bandages that wrapped the entire man up. "I'm sorry sir but this stand is packing up you will have to try somewhere else," replied the offical waving him off.

"I come for no tournament, I come for a man," spoke the rough voice of the stranger. "He is a saiyan," said the man as the two officials looked at each other wondering what the man was rambling about. "Well...sir I don't know what a saiyan looks like but if you wish to fight you will have to go to anothe..gack!'

The official started gasping as the man's hand had grabbed him around his throat, "I seek the saiyan named Bardock now tell me where he is!" demanded the man. The other official started blabbering in an effort to save his friend's life.

"He-he-he-he signed up to-today! He's in the 1st arena!" staggard out the official. The man nodded and threw the official he had by the throat into the bushes. He then bent down and took a form, "In that case you wouldn't mind me entering then would you?" the official shook his head in the negative as quick and as fast as he could. "I didn't think so," said the fighter with an invisible smirk as he stalked off after his prey.

~In a dark world~

"Soon my puppet will enact my revenge, that saiyan had dared to defy me and now he shall be punished, nobody and I mean nobody fucks with Death!" the child roared as his scythe glinted in the blood red aura put off by the form. The same energy suddenly fluttered around the ragged man as his eyes glowed out from underneath his turban as red slits...

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Bardock stood outside the arena as he watched some of the weaker ones duke it out and he tried as hard as he could not to yawn, his next opponent was some small lithe guy named Baruk and from what Bardock had seen of the punches that man threw he couldn't be an easier opponent. He would have to strain himself to prevent the other man's death. Bardock then decided that he would wonder off until he had his match and try to cool his anger for a bit.

"Hey guys I'm going to head to the bathroom for a bit you guys be sure to get me when my turn comes up ok?" several of the other fighters nodded at Baruk as the fighter headed off to the bathroom. In the shadows a man in rags watched Baruk and then walked away.

Baruk came out of the stall as the toilit flushed and he suddenly saw a man standing next to the bathroom door watching him. "What's your damage?" said Baruk staring at the man cautiously, he felt a vibe from this guy, the hairs on the back of his neck were on end.

"You are the one who is to face my master's enemy, I wish you to back down so that I can kill him and please my master," spoke the eerie man. "Are you high? Do you know how much money I can make if I win this thing? I'm not quitting," said the man stoutly. The ragged man's eyes suddenly glowed red and Baruk started in surprise, "Then I have no choice...but to eliminate you, the man said this calmly as suddenly his red aura kicked up around him and he began growing.

"AAAAHHHHHH!" screamed Baruk as he was rend in two.

The figure left the bathroom as the door swung open the torn pieces of the man's body and his blood had painted the entire bathroom...

"Ok now let's get our next two fighters into the ring!" said the official, "We have Bardock and Baruk fighting," said the man as Bardock jumped into the arena, suddenly another official ran up and whispered something in the announcer's ear.

There was some whispering in the crowd, "Scratch that, it appears that Baruk has failed to appear for the past few minutes so now Bardock will fight Banur!" as the official completed his words a man wearing tattered rags and clothes stepped into the ring. Bardock raised his eyebrows at the man, "Fighters ready?...go!" said the offical as he waved the flags to start the match.
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