Disclaimer: Dragonball Z and all its characters were created by Akira Toriyama. I am not Akira Toriyama. Enough said.

Author's Notes: Hee hee! A DBZ fic! I always wanted one! Getting right to the point, this story takes place during the world tournament (duh). The only catch is, they finish the tournament! Some interesting things would happen with this, I'm sure. By the way, when a quote is in italics, then it's the announcer talking over the microphone. This story picks up right around the time that Gohan gives Videl a senzu bean.

P.S. I wrote this fic to accommodate the poor, unfortunate dubbies, so all names will be in their American versions. (Except for Krillin, who will always call his wife 'Juu-chan.')

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     "Please, daddy." Videl was pleading with her father to let Gohan help her. Naturally, the thickheaded brute was hearing none of it, but that didn't really seem to bother Gohan.

     "I trust you, Gohan," she said, shifting her attention to the young man leaning over her. "And I know it'll help. . .if you say it will." She gave him a weak smile, and he returned it with a little one of his own. He then popped the senzu bean in her mouth, and let out a relieved sigh. Mr. Satan, on the other hand, wasn't the least bit pleased.

     "Videl! No! Spit it out! Spit it out!"

     Videl wasn't even listening. She started to chew the bean, and smiled warmly at Gohan. The young demi-saiyan smiled back at her for a brief moment, and then said his goodbyes.

     "I have a match to go to now," he said. Without another word, he was out of the room, and running toward the ring. He thought he heard Mr. Satan yelling something at him, but he wasn't sure.

     When he arrived, Kibito was still waiting for him. Gohan greeted his opponent, and they slowly made their way out into the ring.

     "Now listen, everyone," said the mysterious Shin. "No matter what happens, I want you to promise me that you will stay out of the ring."

     Krillin simply laughed this statement off. "Gohan can take care of himself," he told the short purple fighter. "He doesn't need our help."

     Vegeta, on the other hand, was a little more indignant. "I don't even know you, and you're telling me what to do? Who do you think you're talking to, anyway?" he demanded.

     "Vegeta, show him some respect!" Piccolo said. "That is no way to be talking to the Supreme Kai!" Gasps came from all around.

     Goku couldn't believe it. None of them could, for that matter. All of them wanted to know why he was on Earth at the world martial arts tournament.

     "You will know soon enough," the Supreme Kai answered them. "But for now, you must promise me that none of you will try to help Gohan."

     "Okay," Goku said. "But why?"

     The Supreme Kai made an undetectable signal to Kibito, and then turned back to the Z fighters. "As soon as Gohan transforms, I am sure that Spopovich and Yamu will attack him. That is all I can tell you for now."

     "I guess I don't need these shades anymore," said Gohan to himself as he tossed said sunglasses aside. He'd just heard his friends cheering for him, and somehow they'd discovered his identity.

     "Gohan," Kibito suddenly said to him, bringing his attention back to the upcoming fight. "I want to see you become a super saiyan."

     Gohan's eyes went wide with shock. 'What!? How does he know I'm a super saiyan?' He looked back at the larger fighter.

     "I want to see your true power."

     'Oh, man!' Gohan thought to himself. 'They'll never let me back into school after this! They'll think I'm a freak!' He debated in his head for a little while, and as he glanced over at his friends, he saw Piccolo give him a nod.

     "Has Gohan's fight started yet?" Videl asked, a little short on breath. She'd rushed over here as fast as she could to see it.

     "It's just about to," Krillin told her.

     "All right!" she rushed up to the front of the group to get a good view.

     "And let the third match begin!" They heard the announcer's voice, but neither fighter moved.

     "Hey, what's going on?" Videl asked. They're just standing there."

     "Last chance for requests," Gohan told Kibito with a little smirk. "Do you want to see me become a super saiyan, or do you want me to go to the next level?"

     It was Kibito's turn to be shocked. "What? You mean there's a level beyond a super saiyan?"

     "That's right," Gohan answered simply. He crouched down, and began powering up. 'Oh, man!' he thought. 'This is gonna get me kicked out of school!'

     His energy started to rise, and all of a sudden, he became a super saiyan. The crowd was beyond amazed.

     "What? You mean he's the Great Saiyaman AND the gold fighter!?" Sharpner couldn't believe it.

     "Wow, he's really talented," was all Erasa could manage to say.

     'This is it,' Gohan thought. He let out a tremendous yell, and then began his second transformation. It was difficult, as he'd only ever performed it twice in his life, and both times were seven years ago. He could feel the whole stadium shaking, see the tiles rising round him, and see the telltale blue energy bolts that accompanied this new form. Then, with an enormous explosion of power, his transformation was complete. It really did feel exhilarating.

     "Hmph," Vegeta snorted. "He had a lot more power when he fought Cell. I think your son's been slacking off in these times of peace, Kakarot."

     Videl could only stare wide-eyed at the spectacle before her. She couldn't believe what her friend was doing!

     "I think he's the one!" Spopovich said to his partner. "Look at that energy reading!" He pointed to the power meter in his hand.

     "He just might be," Yamu said. "But look at him. He's still a kid. I'm willing to bet that there's somebody in this tournament even stronger than him."

     "Do you really think so?" The big lummox asked.

     "I'm not sure, but there's only one way to find out. We'll let them finish the tournament, and then steal the energy from whoever wins."

     "But what if it does turn out to be this kid?"

     "Well then we'll just steal his energy then, won't we?" Yamu said, sounding a bit annoyed."

     "Okay, whatever you say."

     'What are they doing!?' the Supreme Kai wondered. 'I was sure they would've attacked Gohan by now. What are they waiting for?'

     "Hey, Supreme Kai," Goku said. "I thought you said that those two were going to attack Gohan. What's up?"

     "I don't know, Goku," SK answered. "I really have no idea what they're waiting for. I suppose we'll just have to wait and see."

     "What are you waiting for?" Gohan demanded. "Are you going to fight me or not?"

     Kibito looked nervously over toward the Supreme Kai, who gave him an affirmative nod. The sturdy fighter nodded back, and then turned toward Gohan.

     "Yes," he said. "The fight will begin now." He dropped into a fighting stance, and Gohan did the same, still wearing a big smirk.

     "And it looks like they're ready to begin, ladies and gentlemen. The Great Saiyaman has proven his strength and abilities many times, saving our city from all kinds of disasters. However, his opponent doesn't appear to be a pushover. Kibito received an impressive score on the punch machine, and if his physique is any indication, I'd say he's a pretty tough guy."

     "All right! Go Gohan!" Videl was cheering like crazy from the sidelines, and Krillin looked on with a smirk.

     "I think we've found Gohan's number one fan." He laughed, and Goku laughed a little bit, too. Videl didn't seem to notice. If only Gohan were right there, they could really embarrass him.

     "Are you ready?" Kibito asked.

     "Any time you are," Gohan returned. Kibito's feet snapped, and he rushed his opponent.

     "And there he goes! Kibito is off, and he's really going after Saiyaman! He's throwing punches and kicks so fast I can barely see them but wait! Not a single one of his blows have made contact! Saiyaman is deflecting them as if they were nothing!"

     "Is this the best you can do?" Gohan asked. "I've gotta tell you, I'm a little disappointed. I was expecting a good fight after you asked me to transform." He continued to block Kibito's attacks effortlessly. The crowd was really getting into it.

     "Wow! Look at him go!" Erasa exclaimed. "He's incredible!"

     Sharpner chuckled a little bit. "And I told him he might make an okay boxer with a little practice! How did he pan that one off with a straight face?"

     "Amazing!" Videl shrieked. "This is unbelievable!"

     "Ah, this is nothing," Krillin said. "Wait until he fights his dad or somebody. Then he'll really get going."

     Videl's eyes went wide. "What? You mean he can do even better than this?"

     "Oh sure," Krillin said. "Look at him. He's not even trying at all right now." Videl looked back to the ring, even more stunned than before. She'd known Gohan was tough, but not this tough! Right now, he was by far the most impressive thing she'd ever seen!

     "What an incredible fight, ladies and gentlemen! Kibito still has yet to land a single punch, and from the looks of it, the Great Saiyaman has yet to break a sweat!"

     "Well, that's as long as this lasts, then," Gohan said. He blocked on more punch, and then returned with one of his own in Kibito's stomach. He then quickly performed a perfect roundhouse, hitting his opponent square in the jaw and sending him flying backward out of the ring.

     "And that finishes it! With a single attack, the Great Saiyaman has knocked his opponent from the ring! Remarkable! So that means that he will move on to face Spopovich in the second round. And what a match that promises to be! Stick around, folks. The next fight is due to begin in just a few minutes!"

     Gohan reverted to his normal state, and left the ring to go join his friends. Videl came running out to meet him.

     "That was incredible, Gohan!" she yelled excitedly. "Where did you learn to fight like that?"

     Gohan blushed a little and scratched the back of his head. "Oh, just lots of practice."

     "And what was with all the light and shaking?" She was definitely curious, but her tone resembled that of an eager child. "Your brother did something like that, too. His wasn't quite so impressive, but still. What is that technique?"

     Gohan wasn't sure just what to tell her. "Ah, it's a family technique. I don't know how my father learned it, but he taught it to me, and Goten kind of figured it out for himself."

     "Well I think it has to be one of the most fantastic things I've ever seen!" She latched onto his arm and leaned up against him, and they walked back over to the rest of the group. Normally, this would've made Gohan terribly nervous, but he was strangely comfortable with it this time.

     "Hey, Sharpner," Erasa said. "Is that Videl down there with Gohan?" She pointed to the pair of them.

     Sharpner squinted down at them. "Yeah. I think it is! How did she get better so quick?"

     "I don't know," Erasa said. "But it sure looks like she and Gohan are pretty close."

     Sharpner sank back into his seat. "Yeah, it sure does," he said with a defeated tone.

     "And now folks, we are pleased to bring you our fifth match in this preliminary round. First: you know him, you love him, the defending world champion of martial arts and the man who defeated Cell, Mr. Satan!"

     "Yeah! Satan rules!"

     "He's the best!"

     "I wonder who's gonna win this fight!"

     "And his challenger: the blonde bombshell with the wacky name, give it up for Number 18!"

     "All right! Number 18 rules!"

     "You've gotta cheer for someone who looks like that!"

     "Yeah! Go 18!" Chi Chi was shouting at the top of her lungs.

     "Chi Chi, calm down," Bulma said.

     "Boy, it sure is great to finally see someone who can beat the pants of that Mr. Satan idiot," Yamcha laughed. "Now I wish I'd entered, just so I'd have had the chance to do it."

     "I hope she doesn't get too carried away," whispered Krillin to Goku. "I told her to take it easy on him, but you know what that means in Juu-chan's book."

     "I wouldn't worry about it, Krillin," Goku chuckled. "She knows she can't kill him or she'll be disqualified."

     "I just hope she humiliates him a little bit, though," Krillin said with a snicker.

     "What are you guys talking about?" Videl asked. She and Gohan had just walked over to them.

     "Oh, nothing," replied Goku innocently, scratching the back of his head.

     "We were just talking about how my wife is going to beat the pants off of your father," Krillin said.

     "Krillin!" Gohan shouted at him. It was too late.

     "What? You think my dad's going to lose to her?" She didn't sound quite as angry as they'd expected, but rather almost sounded a bit intrigued.

     "Well, I think she might have a chance," Gohan said, trying to smooth the situation over as much as possible.

     "We'll see," said Videl. She had now fixed her gaze upon the ring, where Mr. Satan and 18 stood facing each other.

     "I hate to fight a lady, but you leave me no choice," Mr. Satan stated in his usual egotistical manner. "I'll try to take it easy on you, but I can't promise anything."

     18 merely rolled her eyes. "Spare me."

     "Okay, folks! Let's get this match underway! The fifth battle of the world tournament begins now!"

     "It'll all be over soon, sweetheart!" Mr. Satan taunted as he pushed off with his foot and dashed toward 18.

     "And Mr. Satan is on the attack! Look at that! He started off so fast that Number 18 didn't even have time to put up a defense! The champ begins his assault, and. . .she dodges it! A quick slip to the side, and Mr. Satan's punch goes right on by! Here he goes again, and. . .another dodge! Number 18 sure is a quick one!"

     "Hold still, will you?" Mr. Satan demanded. He continued throwing punch after punch, but 18 evaded them all without even moving her feet.

     "Wow, she is fast," Videl remarked.

     "Wait'll she decides to go on the attack," Goku said.

     Videl's eyes went wide again. 'Maybe she does have a chance to beat my father!' She looked around again at the Z fighters. 'Who are these guys? She's besting the world champion without even trying, yet they don't seem to think anything of it! What do they know that I don't?'

     "Well, it looks like Mr. Satan can't seem to land an attack. He takes a jump back, and he looks like he's got something special up his sleeve. What's he going to. . .Mr. Satan leaps at Number 18! His fist is pulled back and ready to strike a mighty blow! This could be it for the beautiful Number 18!"

     18 sighed and rolled her eyes. Just as Mr. Satan came into her range, she lifted up her foot and landed a powerful kick to his stomach. He froze in place for an instant, doubled over her foot, and then went flying backward very quickly.

     "Oh! And Mr. Satan has taken a mighty blow to the gut! He's going back, and. . .yes! He is out of the ring! That's right! The champ has landed out! And way out at that! He was literally launched back, and was slammed into the stadium wall! And that's that, folks! The returning champion and favorite to win the tournament was eliminated in the first round! I don't think this has ever happened before in the history of the world martial arts tournament!"

     The crowd was struck silent, but after a minute they all began cheering wildly for 18. The announcer walked over to the defeated Mr. Satan to talk to him.

     "So, Mr. Satan," he began. "What's it feel like to be eliminated in the first round when you were so favored to win?"

     Mr. Satan was at a loss for words as well. However, he's always been one to quickly find them again. He performed his usual cocky laugh, and then said into the mike, "Well, I've always considered myself a gentleman, and tend to take it easy on the ladies. I guess this time I took it a little too easy. I sure hope she appreciates it, because this will never happen again!" He laughed again, and the crowd went wild.

     "Well there you have it, folks! Even at the cost of losing the tournament, Mr. Satan refuses to deviate from his code of honor! What a truly remarkable man!"

     "Oh, man!" Yamcha complained, gesturing toward the crowd. "Look at them. They're eating it up!"

     "Don't worry about it, Yamcha," Bulma said. "At least he's out of the tournament and we won't have to put up with him or his fans anymore."

     "I guess you're right. I just wish one of the guys had beaten him so he didn't have an excuse."

     Chi Chi laughed. "But think about his pride. That big dope has to be feeling pretty bad about himself right now, being beaten by a girl and all." The three of them laughed as they watched Mr. Satan leave the stadium.

     "Dad, why did you say that?" Videl asked when her father came back into the waiting area. "It wasn't true, was it?"

     "Of course it was!" he yelled. "Are you doubting your own father?"

     Gohan's blood was boiling. He didn't like seeing Videl's father yell at her like that. However, rather than violently defending her as he wanted to do, he went over and calmly defused the situation.

     "Your father and 18 are the only ones who really know what happened, Videl," he said. "Just let him alone. Whether it's true or not, I'm sure he's still upset about being eliminated, so let's give him some space." And with that, Gohan led Videl away before Mr. Satan had a chance to yell at him for doing so.

     "When are they going to get started?" Vegeta demanded. "The last match ended nearly ten minutes ago! What's taking so long?"

     "Calm down, Vegeta," Goku said. "It always takes the crowd a few minutes to adjust after an unexpected upset. We'll be up in a short while."

     "We'd better," Vegeta grunted. "The only reason I came here today was to fight you, Kakarot, and I'm getting impatient."

     "Vegeta really wants to fight your dad, doesn't he?" Videl asked as she and Gohan watched the two saiyans converse.

     "Yeah, they're old rivals," Gohan said. "They fought for the first time back when I was six, and ever since Vegeta's become obsessed with becoming stronger than my dad."

     "Do you think he has a chance this time?"

     "To be honest, I don't know. I haven't seen my father in seven years, and I don't know how much training he or Vegeta have truly done. I know my dad was stronger back then, though."

     "Hey Gohan," Videl asked curiously, "Why does Vegeta call your dad 'Kakarot?'"

     Gohan had to think quickly to come up with an answer. "Uh, they're both descended from an ancient warrior clan. My dad was separated and raised in the country when he was a baby, so he has no real memory of it. Kakarot was his clan name, and Vegeta doesn't really like his new one." Videl nodded in understanding and Gohan shrugged inwardly. It was half true.

     "And now, ladies and gentlemen!" They could hear the announcer's voice over the loudspeaker. "It's time for the sixth fight here in the first round! This fight will pit former world champion Son Goku against the newcomer Vegeta! Son Goku has proven his strength time and time again at this tournament, but from what we've seen today so far, Vegeta isn't one to be taken lightly either! I'd say that with Mr. Satan knocked out, this fight could very well foreshadow the end of the tournament!"

     'Oh no!' a thought suddenly occurred to Gohan. 'I can't let Videl see them fight!'

     ::It shouldn't be a problem, Gohan:: he heard a voice in his head. After a moment of thought, he realized it was the Supreme Kai, whom Piccolo had told him about earlier.

     ::What do you mean?:: asked Gohan.

     ::Well, everyone else is going to see, why not Videl? Besides, I don't think either of them would do anything to destructive, not with all of these people around::

     ::I guess you're right:: Gohan conceded.

     "Will the fighter please make their way to the ring?"

     "Let's go, Kakarot," Vegeta said. He started the walk out to the ring.

     "Right behind you, Vegeta," Goku chuckled. The two walked out to the ring, climbed up the steps, and faced each other, waiting for the announcer's signal.

     "And let the fight begin!"

     Immediately, the two saiyan warriors rushed at each other. When they met, their arms crashed into each other, and then they shot up into the air.

     "Wow! Look at them go! They're moving so fast I can barely see them!"

     "Wow! You weren't kidding, Gohan! Your dad's really good!" Gohan beamed with pride as he heard Videl compliment his father.

     "Ha ha!" Krillin cheered. "I knew this was going to be good! I can't wait until they decide to turn it up!"

     "It will be a sight to see, there's no doubting that," Piccolo said. "And I think that we can agree that this is pretty much the deciding fight in the tournament. It's most likely going to end up the winner of this fight versus either the Supreme Kai or Gohan."

     "Well, that was a good warm up, wouldn't you say, Kakarot?" Vegeta said as they took a break from fighting and faced each other in midair.

     Goku smirked a little bit. "Yeah, I think so. Are you ready to turn it up a notch?" Vegeta gave a little chuckle, and they attacked each other again.

     "And there they go again! Neither one of them seems to be giving an inch, and we may just have to go the full thirty minutes on this one!"

     In the stands, Bulma and Chi Chi were each cheering for their respective husbands, Ox-King, Oolong, Puaar and Master Roshi cheered for Goku, and Yamcha wisely cheered for neither lest he ignite the wrath of either of the two volatile women. Secretly, however, he too was cheering for Goku.

     Up in the air, another break had come. Vegeta was the first to speak again.

     "Well, Kakarot, I did give my word not to transform, but I think we can both agree that that idea is out the window. So I say we continue this battle the way it should be fought." He took a brief seconds, and then his hair turned gold and the bright aura surrounded him. Goku followed suit and transformed as well.

     "Hey, wait a second," Videl said. "Vegeta knows that technique as well? I thought you said it was a family technique."

     "Well, it is," said a panicky Gohan. "But when Vegeta saw my father do it, he devoted the next four years of his life to learning it himself."

     "Oh, I see. It really is a strong rivalry."

     Gohan rolled his eyes. "You have no idea."

     "Hey, hold on a sec," said Sharpner. "Weren't those two guys at the Cell Games?" He grabbed his friend's binoculars to get a closer look.

     "I don't know," Erasa said. "They sure do look familiar."

     "Come on, hold still!" Sharpner was frustrated that he couldn't get them in the binoculars because they were moving too fast.

     "I saw Videl down there with them," Erasa said. "Maybe she knows them. We'll have to ask her after the tournament."

     Up in the sky, the battle raged on. "Amazing! Neither fighter is giving an inch! This is one for the record books, ladies and gentlemen! If one of them doesn't finish this quickly, we're going to have to call time! The only problem is, the judges would have a very difficult time deciding a winner!"

     Up in the air above the ring, things were really heating up. Both fighters were using new moves they'd developed over the past seven years. The announcer was right, neither one was giving an inch, although it was clear to all who knew them that they were holding back for the safety of the spectators.

     After another intense exchange of blows, they flew apart once more.
     "Hey, Vegeta!" Goku called. Vegeta stopped where he was and looked over.

     "What?"

     "We've only got a minute or so left. We have to finish this now! What do you say to a ki beam showdown?"

     Vegeta grinned a wide grin. "Whatever you say, Kakarot! It will be just like our first battle, only this time I will win!"

     "What are they doing?" Krillin asked, puzzled.

     "They look like they're powering up for something," said Piccolo. Krillin's eyes went wide

     "They wouldn't! If they fire off any ki blasts while they're transformed, they could rip this whole planet apart!"

     "I'm sure Goku would never put the Earth in danger for something as trivial as this tournament," Piccolo said. "We'll just have to trust him."

     "I hope you're right," Krillin still sounded nervous.

     Meanwhile both fighters had placed their hands behind their backs. Evidently, they both wanted to go with their old standbys. As they powered up, the familiar words came from their mouths.

     "Kame. . .Hame. . ."

     "Galick Gun. . ."

     "HA!"

     "FIRE!"

     The two beams raced toward each other at incredible speed, and smashed into one another in the middle. Below, all onlookers were left speechless. Even the Z-senshi and the Supreme Kai. All except Gohan looked on in total wonder and amazement.

     "You're not going to beat me this time, Kakarot! I've trained too hard for this!" Vegeta pushed every last bit of energy he had into his blast, and it slowly began to inch toward Goku, pushing back his Kame-hame-ha ever so slowly.

     "I'm sorry, Vegeta," Goku said. "I guess maybe I have an unfair advantage since I trained in the other world, but I'm going to win this time."

     "Like hell you are!" Vegeta gave one last push, but at that same moment Goku put a large surge of power into his attack, which quickly started to overtake Vegeta's. The saiyan prince's face fell.

     "No! Impossible! How could you still be stronger than me? Even after all that training? This cannot be happening! Not now!" He tried with all his might, but Vegeta could not counter Goku's unstoppable attack. Just as it made contact, Goku released it so as not to kill or severely injure his opponent. Vegeta was sent hurling backward and toward the ground, and he landed just a few feet from the edge of the stadium, dangerously close to the crowd. A large crater was the mark of his fall.

     The entire stadium was silent. Goku powered down, and floated back down into the ring. After a few seconds, the announcer spoke up, albeit in a fairly shaky voice.

     "Well, it appears that Goku has indeed defeated his opponent. Unfortunately, by the rules concerning use of excessive force-" a collective gasp cut him off as Vegeta climbed out of the crater. He was a little banged up, but otherwise fine. He seemed more ashamed and upset at losing than actually hurt.

     "Amazing! Vegeta is okay! However, he landed outside the ring, so he did lose the match, which makes Goku the winner! Lets hear it one more time for this pair of absolutely outstanding fighters!" The crowd erupted in applause, and Goku and Vegeta headed back over to the waiting area. They met halfway.

     "Are you okay, Vegeta?" Goku asked. "I hope I didn't hit you to hard."

     "I'm fine," Vegeta snapped. Goku made a gesture that said he was sorry, and the two continued in silence for a few seconds before Vegeta spoke up.

     "Kakarot, one day I swear I'm going to beat you, and then I can finally wipe that smug look off your face once and for all."

     "Sure, Vegeta. Whatever you say."

     "Don't patronize me, Kakarot!" The prince snapped again. "If we weren't bound by the rules of this tournament, that fight would have gone much differently."

     Goku didn't know what to say. He pondered for a moment, then got an idea.

     "I'll tell you what, Vegeta," he said. "You keep training, and when you get to otherworld, we can have a final showdown. No rules, no limits, and no one to get in our way. How does that sound?" Vegeta seemed to regard the idea for a moment, although it was fairly obvious that he was still angry.

     "Very well," he agreed at last. "And rest assured Kakarot, I will be the victor." With that, he split off from Goku and wandered off somewhere to be alone for a while.

     "Okay, that fight took a while, so we'll move right along to the next one! It's Mighty Mask versus Killa!"

     "Come on, Goten! That's us!"

     "All right! Hold on, will ya?" Goten walked out of the waiting area with Trunks on his shoulders. Killa walked next to them.

     "Ho, itellya yougonget mesduphere Killagonnokyou rightoutdaringonepunch."

     "What did he say?" Goten asked. Trunks shrugged.

     "Who knows? All I know is that he's gonna go down quick." Then he changed to his deep, fake voice and spoke to Killa. "You can taunt me all you want, but I'm still going to wipe the floor with you."

     Killa just scowled and made a grumbling noise. Actually, he might have been saying something, but it sounded like a grumbling noise.

     "And here they are! Both of these fighters have never made it very far in the tournament, but that may just be the pairings they've had. Nevertheless, only one of them will be allowed to advance today. So, without further ado, let's get this fight started!"

     Killa rushed at the two boys, but Trunks hit him in the face with a solid punch and he was knocked all the way back out of the ring.

     "Oh! And that clinches it! As quickly as the fight started, it's over! And all from just one punch! It looks like Mighty Mask has been doing some hard work!"

     "Did you see that?" Krillin asked. "That was pretty impressive. I don't think any normal fighter could do that."

     "You're right, Krillin," Piccolo said. "We'd better keep our eyes on this one, too."

     "Wow, that was pretty good!" exclaimed Videl.

     "Yeah, it was," Gohan agreed. He was just as surprised as her. "This guy's no ordinary fighter."

     "All right, then! That means it's time for our final match in this preliminary round! Will Jewel and Yamu please come forward and enter the ring." They did so, and many women in the audience cheered for Jewel.

     "Both of these fighters have fought in this tournament before. Last time, Jewel made it all the way to the finals, while Yamu was cut short in the second round. Let's see how they do today. Let the fight begin!"

     Jewel charged his opponent and attacked quickly. Unfortunately, he was nowhere near as strong as Videl, and thus no match for the powered up thug. After only a minute or so of holding back, Yamu beat the pretty boy senseless and launched him from the ring. There were many disappointed fans.

     "And that concludes the first round of the World Martial Arts Tournament! The quarter finals will begin in exactly one half hour, with Krillin versus the mysterious Shin!" And so the crowd filed out to stretch their legs, and the Z-senshi retreated to the recreation room. All except for Gohan and Videl. They headed off together to talk.

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Whew! Done! I actually started on this fic quite a while ago, but never got around to finishing it! I suppose that's a good thing, as I noticed several things that needed to be changed when I reopened it and went back over it. Anyway, next up: the quarter finals! The match many people would truly love to see: Gohan vs. Spopovich! I can't wait!