Edited By ShaggyDiz
Disclaimer: You know the basics, no one except the creator and producer of DBZ owns them, otherwise I would be filthy rich.
Note: I used elements from some of my favorite fics, so I give them all the credit. I forgot whom it belongs to since I haven't checked in like about one or two years until I wanted to write this, and all their ideas came flooding into my brain.
Luna's Meow – The other site, huh? Well, all I have to say is that it's populated with fanfiction that revolves around Asian stars.
Silver Warrior – Well, that's the best she could do, although she does have an urge to kick him in the you know where.
Switch – Thanks! And well, here's the update.
SSJ5Tigger – Hmm… Let's see how I could dispose of Spopovitch. If it doesn't satisfy you, you may wish him back and kill him all you want! D
Mystical Marik – You forgot about this story? H-how could you! (Offended TT) Oh well, at least you enjoy this, right? Right?
Previously:
Eighteen nonchalantly flipped her hair over her shoulder and crossed her arms. 'Looks like he won't be going anywhere any time soon. Might as well end it now,' she thought to herself. She walked over to the World Champ and kicked him with as little force she could muster, but powerful enough to knock the imbecile out of the ring. However, she never did have control over her light punches and such, so Hercule ended up flying up in the sky for approximately a thousand feet before landing flat on his face outside of the ring where the grass used to stand before his collision.
Everyone stared at the World Champ in awe. All were speechless and the crowd silent. The only cheering was from the Z Senshi and their friends.
"I guess this means that Ms. Number Eighteen here, is the victor," the announcer muttered into the microphone.
Eighteen walked back toward the waiting room with a grin plastered on her face. 'The imbecile deserved what he got. But I do wonder how long he would have to be in his full body cast after taking a hit to the ground like that.'
Chapter 14
Goku and Vegeta's Spar
Trunks jumped out of his time machine happily, like a four-year-old boy who had just gotten candy. He was grinning like crazy as he put away the machine and took off into the air, flying as fast as he could toward the island where the tournament was to take place. "There's no way that I'm going to miss my dad and Goku fight," he said with a grin as he increased his speed. 'I just hope that I haven't missed it yet.'
Krillen and the rest of the crew ran up to the grinning blond to congratulate her on her victory over the man who had supposedly defeated Cell. Eighteen grinned triumphantly as she stood next to her husband. "He had it coming," she muttered with a smile.
"If only I had him!" Krillen said wistfully.
Eighteen laughed. "Unfortunately, you got a big tub of lard instead. But don't worry, Krillen. You'll get your chance another day."
Krillen sighed and nodded his head. "I can't wait for that day to come." Just as he was about to make another comment, the loud voice of the announcer came roaring through the doorway.
"Next up, we have a very skilled fighter, a very nice guy, and a former World Champion, Son Goku! Goku will be competing against Vegeta Briefs. Although this may be his first appearance in the tournament, I've heard that he is a very skilled fighter. Give a warm welcome to them both because I know that they're going to provide us with a fantastic fight!" the announcer said enthusiastically into the microphone in his hand.
"Well, it looks like it's your turn," Krillen said to his best friend.
"Good luck dad," Gohan said with a smile. Once those words left his mouth, he looked over to Vegeta. The Saiyan prince was giving him a lethal death glare that would send a normal man running for the hills a hundred miles per minute. "You too dad!" he added quickly with the infamous Son grin. For some reason, he felt more like himself when he gave that smile. For the first time in five years, he actually felt like himself. He glanced over at Videl and noticed that she was giving a thumbs up to Goku. He felt another smile tugging on the side of his lips as he watched her. Just before she turned toward him, he snapped himself out of his reverie and quickly turned away.
The proud Saiyan prince walked indifferent toward the doorway. Though his exterior may be calm and rational, his feelings were totally different. Vegeta was very, no, extremely anxious to finally get his spar with his archrival. He had been waiting for the day where he could publicly embarrass and humiliate the third class baka, as he called Goku. Vegeta couldn't help but smirk as he sauntered onto the ring, staring confidently at the ever so calm Goku. "Well, what do you know, we're finally going to fight."
Goku smiled in return. "I know. Isn't it great?"
The smirk seemed to grow as his pride took over. "Great doesn't even begin to cover it." Just then, he felt a familiar power level coming their way. Vegeta grinned. "It seems as if my other son doesn't want to miss our spar either."
"It looks that way," agreed Goku. "He should be here any moment now." True to his word, Trunks had landed a couple seconds later and immediately spotted out his mother, taking a seat by her.
"Hey mom. What's up?" he grinned childishly.
Bulma smiled as if she was seeing Vegeta actually admit his love to her and practically tackled her future son. "Trunks! You're back!"
Trunks grinned and returned the embrace. "Of course! There's no way that I'm going to miss a fight between dad and Goku."
"Well, you came just in time. Their fight is about to start soon," Bulma stated as she reluctantly released the lavender haired boy.
Trunks' grin grew in size and so did his childish behavior. "I can't wait!"
The younger Trunks and Goten looked on at the older boy in curiosity. They both wondered the reason for the incredible resemblance between Trunks and the strange new boy.
"Did mom call him Trunks, Trunks?" Goten asked bewilderedly.
The chibi nodded his head slowly. "I think she did…" He shook his head in confusion and laid down on his back. "I think he's supposed to be the future me. Mom told us something about him, remember?"
Goten shrugged his shoulders and shook his head in confusion.
The younger Trunks sighed. "Oh well. We'll just have to see what he wants and wait for him to leave."
"Well, now that he's here, what do you say about giving a show that is worth his trip?" suggested Goku.
"You read my mind," Vegeta said with a cocky grin. He immediately dropped into a fighting stance and watched as Goku did the same. 'We'll see who's the best, Kakarotto,' thought the Saiyan prince as he lurched forward, colliding with Goku, forearm against forearm.
Goku gritted his teeth slightly as he tried to overpower the older man. "Wow… you've gotten stronger, Vegeta."
"Of course. You think that I'd just sit my butt on the couch these five years?" he mocked as he charged up slightly, breaking the stalemate. He swung his arm forward and punched the taller Saiyan in the face.
Goku flew a little from the impact but quickly recovered as he phased out and appeared right above the prince. Vegeta sensed what was to happen and he too phased out of the way. Goku stopped his onslaught before he reached the ground and phased out in pursuit of the shorter man. Vegeta reappeared and slammed his elbow toward Goku's abdomen. The taller Saiyan sensed the attack and phased out again until he appeared right behind Vegeta. He prepared to fire an energy beam, but halted midway as Vegeta turned around and fired his gallet gun. Goku gritted his teeth and reeled his hand back, cupping them as he murmured those famous words. "Kamehameha!" the blue beam shot out of his hand and clashed against the other blast, rivaling against each other.
Vegeta gritted his teeth and released the blast, watching as it disintegrated into blue beam. "What do you say about fighting seriously this time?"
Goku grinned as he descended back onto the ring. "Sure, though that seemed like a rather short warm-up."
Victoria snorted at their words. "Weaklings," she mumbled under her breath. The moment those words left her mouth, she earned a roomful of glares from all the Z Senshi. She grinned nonchalantly and leaned against the wall to continue her observation of the spar that was taking place outside in the ring.
Vegeta wiped the grin off his face and now held his game face. He was determined to defeat Goku no matter what. He clenched his fists and released his energy. His hair lightened from the jet black to golden blond and his muscles increased slightly in size. Within a matter of seconds, a golden aura surrounded he Saiyan Prince. "Let's get serious. I'm going to defeat you Kakarotto, once and for all."
Goku stared grimly at the prince. He knew that this would not be one easy fight. Goku clenched his fists as well and powered up, releasing a small scream as his hair flew up in the ever so pleasant golden blond and his muscles grew slightly bulkier. Soon, a gold aura appeared around Goku as well.
"Big deal, all they did was go Super. Doesn't mean that they're any stronger. They're still weaklings," snorted Victoria. Again, a roomful of glares was shot in her direction. She shrugged them off indifferently even though a little smile was tugging at the edge of her lips.
The mighty prince released a scream as he charged forward at his opponent at top speed. The taller Saiyan clenched his fist and charged forward as well. It seemed as if the two were to collide into each other if one did not move out of the way. They flew closer toward each other until there were mere meters between the two. Then suddenly, Vegeta and Goku phased out again. They suspended themselves in mid-air while exchanging a series of blows, punches, kicks, and energy blasts.
The battle raged on for over twenty minutes. Both had a fair amount of scratches on each other, but neither seemed willing to give up. Vegeta climbed out of the crater he had created in the ring from his fall and powered up until he was near his max at Super Saiyan level one. "I'm going to defeat you Kakarotto!" he yelled furiously.
Goku looked down at the Saiyan prince and prepared for the attack that was to come. In less than a second, Goku received a blow to the end. He flew back from the impact and looked up just in time to get kneed in the stomach. Shortly after, he was hit roughly in the back, knocking him down to the ring. Now it was his turn to crawl out of their manmade crater. Goku looked up at the shorter man while gritting his teeth and clenching his teeth. His clothes were torn in several places and blood ran down the side of his face. His breathing came a little ragged, but nothing out of the ordinary. "Looks like it's time to push it up a level," he whispered to himself. Almost immediately, he went to the second level of Super Saiyan. Vegeta had ascended earlier, so it made sense that the prince overpowered our favorite warrior.
"Oh, now you ascend," mocked Vegeta. He slowly lowered himself to the ground and watched a Goku stared at him with such intensity that it just renewed his vigor to defeat the baka.
"Let's finish this," replied Goku.
Everyone was aghast at the sight. These two mysterious men were fighting with such force and intensity that it seemed unreal. Most recognized the two men as those warriors from the Cell Games and were cheering them on for such a wonderful fight even though they were only capable of witnessing a tenth of the entire battle.
Trunks grinned like a little kid as he watched his father and his master's father battle. "This is by far the best fight I have seen since the Cell Games," he commented to Bulma.
"Whatever you say Trunks," she replied. The reason for her reply would have to be because she too were not able to actually witness most of the battle since her human eyes were too sluggish to catch the warrior's rapid motions.
"Whoa… I've never seen dad fight like that before. Not even with Gohan," mused the younger Trunks.
"Yeah… Do you think daddy number two will win?" wondered Goten.
Chibi Trunks shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows, but I bet that dad will win over your dad."
Goten cocked his head to the side and scratched it in confusion. "Daddy number one will win over daddy number two? Oh well! Go daddies!"
Chibi Trunks rolled his eyes and returned his attention back to the rink. He hoped that he and Goten could compete in the next tournament. From what he had seen, it seemed fun and he really wanted to fight.
Goku narrowed his eyes and cupped his hands together, muttering the infamous words of his favorite attack. As the bluish beam grew in size, the smirk on Vegeta's lips never left. Finally when the beam was powerful enough, it seemed as if Goku was going to release it. However, he did just he opposite. He phased out with the instant transmission until he was only a foot away from the Saiyan prince.
Vegeta's eyes grew in surprise at the sudden appearance of his opponent. He had no time to react and was forced to absorb the attack, reeling back from the impact and grimacing in pain. Luckily when he was forced back, he was only moved about twenty feet away. He still had a good amount of space before he actually fell out of the ring. "That was a cheap shot," muttered Vegeta.
"How was that cheap? You just weren't fast enough to avoid it," Goku pointed out without a hint of cockiness.
Gohan and grinned at the sight. That was some battle. It was much more heated up and longer than any battle he had ever fought, well, aside from Cell.
"I… I can't believe it! With those moves, they make my dad look like a clown!" commented Videl.
"He was a clown to begin with," snickered Krillen. Gohan shot the once bald man a quick glare that shut him up in less than a second.
Victoria leaned back against the wall, leaning comfortably as she heard the occupants of the room gape at the battle outside. She scoffed at their idiocy. If that was an incredible battle, then the one she was to fight would ten times better than that. The Raishuian sighed at the length of the battle. "I really want to fight, but no. They just had to take their time with their petty little fight," she muttered to herself, the warrior side getting the best of her.
"Well, you have to admit that your father did look like a clown when Eighteen kicked him out of the rink," commented the blond boy.
Videl sighed in defeated and nodded her head. "I hate to say it, but you're right. My father looked like an absolute moron." She looked over to her companion and smiled. "But I'm glad that you and your friends decided to compete. I don't know what I would do if my father win again this year."
"Perhaps scream your head off?" supplied Krillen.
The raven-haired girl looked over to the speaker and sighed. "No, I'm afraid that I'd probably do more than scream. More like choke my dad after the photo shoots."
Gohan struggled to restrain himself from laughing, but found it pointless since he had erupted into laughter along with the other occupants of the room.
The Saiyan Prince glared at his rival and reached a hand up to wipe the blood off his lip. A smirk appeared almost immediately as he clenched his fists and powered up more, until he nearly reached his max. Just as Vegeta was about to make an attack, he was interrupted by the voice of the announcer.
"Thirty minutes has elapsed and no one has been declared victor. The judges will now make their decision," stated the announcer.
Vegeta sent a glare over to the announcer and yelled furiously, "You will not interrupt my fight with Kakarotto. We will continue to battle until our deaths."
The announcer felt a cold sweat run down the side of his face when he heard those words. "B-but, you're not permitted to kill your opponent! You'll be disqualified!"
"I don't care," the prince replied indifferently.
The announcer and the judges were too frightened to disagree, so they allowed Vegeta to do as he wished.
Vegeta lowered himself into a fighting stance and taunted, "Come and get me, if you dare."
Goku took that as an invitation to attack so he phased out and elbowed Vegeta in the back to the head. The Saiyan Prince fell forward from the impact of the assault, but quickly recovered as he retaliated by throwing Goku over his shoulder. Right before the taller man collided with the stone ring, he propped himself up with one arm and performed a leg sweep, knocking Vegeta off his feet. The Saiyan Prince performed a couple of back flips until he regained his balance a few meters away from his opponent. He rushed forward, first phasing out and then attacking Goku in the abdomen. Goku was fast to react for the moment Vegeta's fist made contact, he sent an energy blast up toward the prince's face. The Saiyan Prince phased out before he received the attack and appeared in the sky. The taller Saiyan followed in suit as he appeared in the sky. Again, they went on exchanging a ton of punches and kicks until Vegeta was forced to fly back a few feet. He brought his arm forward, gathering energy into the palm of his hand. Goku knew that a regular energy blast would not be able to compare with the attack that Vegeta was going to use. He had no choice but to use his strongest and favorite attack, the Kamehameha. Goku cupped his hands together to the side while the ball of energy slowly gathered in his hands. The beam was ready, but he was preparing some extra energy in case Vegeta tried something tricky.
The Saiyan Prince released his attack. Goku followed and released the Kamehameha. The two beams clashed with each other, fighting to get the advantage. After a moment of the beams struggling back and forth, the blue beam slowly overcame the yellow. Goku took this chance to release more energy. Soon the bluish beam enveloped the yellow and Vegeta. After the attack wore off, smoke appeared around where the prince was. As soon as the foggy haze cleared, it revealed a battered Vegeta who slowly descended down to the ring and passed out. Goku's breathing was quite ragged as he descended as well. As soon as Goku was declared the victor, he passed out as well.
"Oh my God! Vegeta!" Bulma yelled frantically with concern.
Trunks put a hand on her mother's shoulder and reassured her, "He's going to be okay, mom. I've got some senzu beans with me. I'll go give it to him right now."
Bulma nodded her head and watched as the older form of her son flew down to where her husband was.
Chibi Trunks signaled his brother to follow but halted as soon as he received the death glare his mother was sending him. The look simply told him that if he left, he would be expecting to miss dinner for the next two days. He reluctantly stayed in his seat.
Gohan walked out of the waiting room and grabbed hold of his father while Piccolo took hold of Vegeta. They swung the limp bodies over their shoulders and brought them back into the waiting room. Trunks landed and walked in through the back, unseen from the audience.
"Trunks? What are you doing here?" Gohan asked as he placed his father's body onto the ground.
Trunks smiled and replied, "I came to see the tournament. My mom would've come, but she had too many things to do."
"That's nice to hear, welcome back, kid," greeted the gruff voice of the green man.
Trunks smiled to him as well and greeted everyone in the room. Then he suddenly remembered the reason why he was even there. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag of senzu beans. "I thought that these might come in handy," he said as he gave the beans to Gohan.
The blond teen smiled appreciatively as he fed his two fathers. Within seconds, they were completely recovered. All the blood, scratches, and bruises instantly vanished. Disregarding the clothes, it seemed as if they hadn't fought at all. "If you came to see the tournament, why didn't you enter as well?"
Trunks rubbed the back of his head sheepishly as he replied, "I'm afraid that fighting in competitions aren't really my thing. I prefer to fight when I need to."
Gohan nodded his head in acknowledgement. "I understand where you're going at." Suddenly groaning noises were heard as the two men awakened.
"What happened?" Vegeta asked as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Goku won," answered Piccolo.
The Saiyan Prince shot a glare at his rival and walked to the side of the wall, leaning against it with his arms crossed. "Stupid baka. I will defeat you one day."
Goku smiled since he heard the mutter and turned to face the lavender haired teen. "Wow! Trunks, when did you get here?" he asked, referring to his presence in the room.
"Just now. I told mom that I would give you some senzu beans," replied Trunks.
"Are you going to stay around in here?" asked Krillen as he approached the older teen.
Trunks shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I might."
The moment he said those words, the other competitors that were not part of the Z Senshi protested. "He's not allowed in here. He's not in the tournament. Go back outside and sit in the stands cheering me on!" said Jewel.
Vegeta walked toward the 'bishonen' and grabbed him by the collar, slamming him against the wall. "My son will not be cheering for a loser like you. If you ever talk like that to him again, I swear that you'll be in the next dimension faster than you can say sorry," he said angrily.
Jewel cowardly nodded his head. "I won't do it again!" he squeaked out in fear to man who held him in surprisingly strong death grip.
Vegeta grinned as he dropped the man, sending him dropping to the floor on his bottom. "I'll see to it that it won't happen. Otherwise King Yama better be expecting you real soon."
All the Z Senshi raised an eyebrow at the scene they had just witnessed. Did Vegeta just stand up for Trunks? They were all confused. Well, except for Victoria who was currently daydreaming about her parents.
Right before any of the Z Senshi could say anything, the voice of the announcer interrupted the group. "Next up, we have Killa and Victoria!" he yelled into the microphone.
The Raishuian smirked as she got up from the floor she was sitting on and walked out the door. Killa followed her, punching his fists together as a sort of warm-up before their battle. "Prepare to lose, little girl," he said to her.
Victoria rolled her eyes, ignoring the comment and calmly walked onto the ring. She turned to face the tall man and grinned confidently. "I won't lose," stated simply.
Killa raised an eyebrow at her statement. How could a scrawny little girl like her defeat him? He won every opponent he had faced so far, well, everyone except Hercule. However, that was a different story, the man was supposedly undefeatable.
The announcer smiled at the two and raised his arms. "The fight may begin!" he yelled.
Killa immediately dropped into a fighting stance, or in his case since he had boxing gloves, brought his hands out in front of him.
Victoria didn't move and just watched as the tall man went on the defense.
"Come on. Show me what you got, little girl," he taunted as he started to jog circles around the girl.
The small Raishuian lifted her arm slowly, making it appear as if she was just stretching the limb. Then suddenly, she lunged forward and punched the man in the face, sending him flying out to the ring at record speed.
Everyone gasped when they saw that scene. This little girl had just defeated a man twice her size!
Victoria shrugged her shoulders and smirked as she walked down the stairs of the stone ring. The announcer gave a little nervous laugh and immediately announced her as the victor.
"Not even worth my time," she snorted as she walked back into the waiting room.
Everyone had grim faces as the girl entered the room and took a seat by the corner. Not many liked her, heck, either they despised her or were afraid of her.
"And Yamu is the victor," the announcer stated as he looked at the mangled body of the blond fighter, Jewel.
"There's something unusual about that guy," Gohan whispered to his father.
Goku nodded his head. "It's weird. It's almost as if he wasn't even human. He's just like Spopovitch." His eyes narrowed as he watched the buff and skinny man walk back into the waiting room. "There's something fishy going on around here. I remembered that Spopovitch was in a competition before and he was very different from what he is now. Something's not right," he said as he took another glance at the mysterious fighters with the 'M' on their foreheads.
Gohan shrugged his shoulders. "There's nothing that we can do yet." He too, took a glance at the mysterious fighters and narrowed his eyes. 'Just who are they?'
Vegeta followed the gaze of his rival and adopted son. He frowned at the sight. It was the two weaklings. However, there was something very strange about them. He knew that much. One, their body and muscle mass looked fake, not to mention the odd skin color and 'M' on their foreheads. He narrowed his eyes. 'Those two are trouble.'
Well, I'm going to end it right here. This chapter was a little longer than the last chapter, but then again, with Goku and Vegeta fighting, that was expected. Hopefully the next chapter will come soon, but it's going to be a little difficult for me to write since there was so much fighting involved. All these fighting scenes are starting to give me a headache because of I have to think up of new scenarios each time a fight is started. Oh well. Happy reading everybody.
Thanks again to Fred for his excellent beta reading.