I don't know how to spell. End of discussion.
He should of known better
than to be baited like that. When his opponent had challenged him to transform
into a super sayin to let his secret out here, at the world tornament,
in front of everyone he knew. Then he did something even more stupid, he
told him that he could take it one step further, that he could achive the
second stage in sayin evelotion. How could he of been that stupid?! This
guy knew he was a super sayin, heck, the fact this guy had known he was
a sayin period should of tipped the half breed off. But, like any sayin,
he just COULDN"T resist the chance to show off now could he? No, he couldn't,
so he had done, revealed to the world and his friends, what he really was.
An alien, a monster, a freak. You think after seven years of competing
with Trunk and Vegeta in training he might of learned from the prince's
over sized ego about the better part of valor.
Heh, seven years, seven
years since dad had died, since he himself had killed his father's murderer
Cell, seven years, and his mom still hadn't stopped complaining about how
he was letting his books gather dust. She had finnaly sent him to high
school hopeing a professional learning enviorment might help him take his
mind off martial arts. In a way maybe it had. He had actully worried what
others might think of him for the first time, and he had adopted the costumed
idenity The Great Sayiman so he could help innocent people without having
to trapped in the spot light. Now none of it mattered, his secret was out,
he was The Great Sayiman, The Golden Figter, and though no one knew it
yet, also a hybred alien.
He smiled at his red skinned enemy,
she saw the look of surprise on his face when he took his sayin power to
the next level, he hadn't exspected Gohan to be this strong had he?
It was then that they jumped into the
ring. Spokuvich and Yamu, a pair of clay colored, vein bulging meat heats,
both with that stylized 'M' tattoed on their foreheads.
"We've got company!" Shouted Gohan seeing
the pair come at him. His tornament opponent made no reaction. Then he
felt it, that feeling of unparreled constraint, it was likly every muscle
in his body had been buired in it's own tomb of ciemeant, Spokuvich, the
larger of the two, wrapped his tree trunk arms around him from behind,
Yamo charged in from aparently thinking that Spokuvich succesful in holding
Gohan in place. Gohan saw the device in Yamo's hands, it had a handle on
it's top for carrying, the size of a bread basket, round ended, and with
a very sharp spike pertruding from one end, the look in Yamo's eyes told
Gohan what he intented to do.
The force restraining him was strong,
perhapes even stronger than Cell's death grip had been during that fathful
battle, and perhapes, IF he had studied like his mother wanted, instead
of getting ready for the next enemy like Piccolo had often done, it would
of in all likly hood of held him, and he would of had no choice but to
let Yamo skwer him like a peice of meat.
But he had trained, he had been
prepared, he had not been lax in his fighting skills, and with one scream
of exsertion, he broke free first of the iron hold of the unseen force,
and then of the relative child's grip Spokuvich had on him. The half sayin
hear four very destint gasps. Two from his attackers. One from his ring
contestant who had not moved an inch during the whole surprise attack,
and Shin . . . that myterious competator who had talked to his father and
had scared Senshi Piccolo into forfetting his match.
The super sayin didn't bother
to turn around wih Spokuvich, he just rammed the back of his head into
the seeming immortal brute's head sending him flying back out of the ring,
and a swift sent the unknown device out of Yamo hands, and a second kick
him into Spokuvich limb mass.
Gohan faced both of them. After
seeing Videl get beaten to a pulp by these monsters he was not about to
let his gaurd down. As the goons regained there sense of where they were,
both looked at the half-sayin warrior in shock and fear and confusion.
"Ho . . . How did you break free of
Master Shin's power?" Said his competator speak since the whole thing had
started. The two grunts looked at the red gaint in confusion, they thought
they had been the ones holding him tight. Neither knew what to do. This
was not how the plan was sopposed to go.
Gohan, keeping one eyes on his two would
be assasins, spoke in a very clear voice, "Who are you? Who are you really?!
And why the H*ll did you just let those phycos try to kill me!"
He couldn't speak, this wasn't
sopposed to happen.
To be continued . . .?
Flames, comments, suggetions on what's next, reactions, rants, compliments, and occasional constuctive critisem all welcome.