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[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

WARNING: DISGRUNTLED FEMALES AND INSULTING LANGUAGE. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS IN THIS NOVEL. I JUST LIKE TO REAK HAVOC ON THEIR OTHERWISE 'PERFECT' LIVES.

CHAPTER LXII

OPENING CEREMONIES

The teams lined up along with the other members of their race. Each race/team had uniforms that represented them as well as banners that told the onlooker where they were from. After all the teams had assembled, they prepared to march out into the arena. Those who were part of the entertainment were not in uniform but dressed either in Flamenco attire or wore the painted faces of clowns or carried instruments.

At the sound of a gong, the teams began to march out and those who carried instruments beat a marching tune and led the way. The first team in the arena was Team Sakageta, the reigning champions. Chu and Piccolo bore the team banner that featured Sakyou on the left side and Vegeta on the right and a picture of the three worlds as the background.

Like the opening of the Olympics, the opening of the Dark Tournament featured the visiting warriors marching behind the champions, around the rings... RINGS? Yes, rings. The first thing anyone who had been to Hanging Neck Island before and had participated in the Dark Tournament noticed was that the arena size had tripled and there were three large fighting rings, not just one.

"Three rings? What gives?" Hiei asked from beside Vegeta.

"Sakyou and I expanded it and the Dark Arena as well. With this great amount of fighters, we need such room. More blood that way," the Saiyan prince laughed in a wicked manner.

After the teams had all marched into the arena, Vegeta and Sakyou headed towards the center ring, then levitated onto the surface.

"Ladies, gentlemen, representatives of the universe. Welcome to this year's Dark Tournament!" Sakyou began.

"It is our pleasure to welcome all of you, especially those of you fighting," Vegeta continued.

"As many of you know, this tournament operates above any law of nature, man, apparition or universal. In fact, the only law is fight to survive. This is a kill or be killed event however, all those not prepared to make such sacrifices are allowed to top out, if you feel you can no longer handle your opponent," Sakyou looked at the teams of Hatanaka, Tarukane and Hercule.

"To those of you who have fought here before, you may have noticed a lot of changes, the most obvious being the arena itself. The pair of us has enlarged it to accommodate three rings for three battles to occur simultaneously. There are facilities for calls of nature although apparitions and some others have no use for such," the Saiyan prince smirked.

"The fights will be divided thusly. Human fighters and children will fight in ring number one. Apparitions and those competing for membership in UCAP will contend in ring number three. The reigning champions and present members of UCAP will battle in the center ring," Sakyou nodded. "Now, to introduce the announcers/emcees for this year's tourney. Returning from the Dark Tournament that introduced Team Uremeshi as a force to consider, is fox girl, Koto just returned from her honeymoon with that party animal Chu, announcing in ring number one. In ring three, we have that vivacious ferry girl of death, Botan and in the center ring at the request of his royal sire and a being I could never say no to, we have Prince Jeita Vegeta, the Rocka-Saiyan no Ouji," Sakyou turned a looked at his business partner.

An excited shriek pierced the air and all eyes turned to see a Flamenco dancer dressed in light blue and pink trim with pale orange skin. He was being held in place by a pale blue skinned being that had Zarbon's coloring but was more of the Saiyan prince as was the orange being.

"Calm down, kitten or I'll tie a knot in your tail not even Getabon, your mate, could undo without injury," Vegeta said in a language that had both Rockaria-jin and Saiya-jin looking baffled.

"What the hell kind of language is that, Vegeta? It's not Rockariago, my native tongue although it sounds like it," Jeice spoke what was on his people's minds.

"I agree and it was not Saiyago, either. Pray inform us, young prince," the eldest King Vegeta present requested.

"For those interested, I just told my son to calm down in a language fused of both Rockariago and Saiyago. He is in a delicate way that prevents him from fighting. Those who wish to know why he is not fighting can inquire after I leave the stage. Now, without further delay, let the entertainment begin!" Vegeta nodded and he and Sakyou left the ring that was then mounted by the numerous Flamenco dancers, some of whom were true female creatures.

Vegeta, along with a number of males dressed in male Flamenco suits, joined the femme males and females then the sound of Latin styled music began. That was followed by the sounds of hand clapping, castanets and maracas then those on the center ring surface started moving and broke into a lively group Flamenco number. Those who knew many of the dancers sat in stunned silence. Bulma's jaw hung to her chest in disbelief. She had no idea Vegeta could move in such a manner and his taller partner was both stunning and graceful.

"Man, I didn't know any of them could move so gracefully! And check out Kakarrot, Uubu! He hasn't donned a dress since that costumed affair Bulma hosted years ago!" Yamcha told his significant other.

Chichi had been standing close to the large super human and overheard the conversation. One word sent her from zero to volcanic in an eyeblink.

"WHAT?! Are you saying that Goku is one of those female dancers? What about my boys? If that pigmy shrimp Saiyan has perverted my babies with this Saiyan garbage, I'll put a bullet through his skull!" the super female shrieked.

"Just try it, female, and the Saiyan race won't be the only beings you'll have to worry over," a firm accented voice warned.

Chichi turned and found herself face to face with a black haired young man who stood a head above her. He had deep black eyes like many of her fellow countrymen but it was obvious he was not native to Japan. He was also quite good to look at but that fact was lost on the seething female.

"Just who the hell are you? One of that shrimp's many conquests?" she shot in a hot, terse manner.

"I am Chang Wufei, former pilot of Gundam Shenlong. If you are referring to Prince Vegeta in such an unsavory manner, please do so not in the hearing or presence of those who hold him in the highest regard and whom he calls his sons. You wouldn't want to incur their wrath now would you? In fact, from what I've been told, anyone caught badmouthing the prince will not make it out of this arena," Wufei said although he knew that his last statement was not true.

"How dare you threaten me in such a manner! I have a good mind to teach you a lesson in pain you will not soon regret!" Chichi balled her fists and reared back to strike when the motion was halted.

"You lay one hand on him and I'll dislocate what you have for a spine, bitch!" a smooth, deep, aristocratic accented voice hissed. Then the man looked over. "Alright, love?"

"No harm done, Treize. The nerve of that tart!" the young man spoke.

The aristocrat who had grabbed Chichi's fist let go and moved to embrace the younger male. "Why was she ready to strike my love one?" Treize asked as he nuzzled Wufei's neck.

Gasps were heard in the human audience. Female breath came in short pants of disbelief.

"Who is that ginger headed walking Greek statue? He is delicious?" Cynthia, Bulma's blonde girlfriend, purred.

"Ya think he's something to look at, check out my white blond haired brother, Milliardo, beside him with that dark brown haired guy," Relena, who sat beside Bulma, pointed.

The others in her group followed and were met with the sight of a young man with knee length white blond hair, piercing blue eyes like Treize and at least six and a half feet tall. Both Milliardo and Treize were well muscled yet perfectly toned and both carried sword scabbards across their backs, as did Wufei and a few others who stood away from Chichi.

"I wonder if they're available?" Paris, Goten's first girlfriend before Trunks, wondered.

"Well, judging from the way ginger is holding that guy with black hair and white blond is holding the dark brown hair, it's safe to say they are not into females," Cindy remarked.

"Such a shame, too. Why did I never meet your brother, Relena? We would have gotten it on!" Bulma asked her old school friend.

"He was fighting the war with the colonies as was the young man he's with and so were Treize and the Chinese boy with him. Treize, who was thought to have been killed during the last battle when China ran his Gundam straight through Treize's Mobile Suit, apparently, he somehow escaped. All those fighter pilots cheated death. I was ever so shocked to find that my Heero, the one with the spiky brown hair dancing with that boy dressed as Chiquita banana right now, swung that way. It hurt so much when I saw the two of them together during one of Deathscythe-Wing's performances in California, USA. The way he and that boy with the braid looked at one another during a slow ballad..." Relena trailed off in her rant.

"A BOY!" the crowd of ultra-wealthy females with the princess gasped in horror.

"I know how you feel, Lena. To find I had been thrown over by a prince for my best friend, who is also a man, and that my son and my friend's son preferred one another to females... I was devastated! I still am," Bulma had supplied.

Suddenly, a heated argument cut into the air and Bulma and her friends looked to find Chichi brandishing a cannon of a gun and several chibi and super human fighters surrounding her with chi-charged hands, five swords aimed and ready to skewer and four guns trained and ready to fire.

"Just try it and you and half this stadium will go up before the fighting starts! I warned you. Prince Vegeta is our best friend and helped many of us who had been brainwashed during the wars or who had hard times adjusting to civilian life," it was Kyoji who hissed out the defense.

"You've been a thorn in his side for a long time, Chichi, and he's sick of it. So he's with the man you had tricked into marriage, but the former is the happiest any of us have ever seen! Let go of him Chichi, Kakarrot/Goku is no longer what we thought of him as. He never was. Let the boys go as well and leave them be, or so help me, I'll tell everyone here your dirty little secret!" This time it was Krillin, who felt brave with so many others at his back to not be afraid of the super human female.

Chichi's eyes grew round as saucers when she heard what Krillin had said, thus she lowered her weapon, reeled and was caught by strong hands.

"Chichi, love! Don't worry, I won't allow anyone to threaten my love and I'll defend your honor," Hercule said as he held his wife.

"You better think about your own honor, Sataan, or the entire world will know who really beat Cell and Majin Buu all those years ago," Krillin retorted to the self-proclaimed world savior.

Both Hercule and Chichi had the grace to pale and look ill, then the fighters relaxed and turned to watch the end of the dance routine.

At the dance's end the performers winked out of sight and materialized backstage to change for the next number. Calls over scouters were placed and other fighters joined the first performers.

"What's our next act, my prince?" Kakarrot asked as the prince aided him in disrobing, as did the other male partners of the femme dressed and hetero couples.

"Oooh, sire, can we perform? We haven't performed since that show in Anaheim Stadium to that sell-out crowd!" Piccageta asked as Kariccolo brushed out the former's long black head of hair.

"Why not? I haven't heard Sandrock-Heavyarms for sometime. Deathscythe-Wing will follow, then. Get yourselves ready, then," Vegeta instructed and several of the slighter bodied warriors left the dressing area.

"Sandrock-Heavyarms? What's that, Vegeta?" Kakarrot asked as he redressed in his fighting gi.

"DAD?! You've-" Goten was silence by his prince's raised palm.

"It's all right, son. Remember your dad has not been back in reality for too long. He had been dead during your first seven years of life, then he left to train Uubu when he returned to this plane and more recently, he's been with us on a regular basis, much to that hellcat's chagrin and happiness," Vegeta explained.

"Which reminds me, Vegeta, did you see that near fight below the crowd?" Gohan asked, as he had also changed into his fighting gi that was identical to his mate, Piccolo's, complete with weighted cape.

"Who could miss it? I was sure she was gonna carry out that threat to shoot me," Vegeta remarked as he donned an outfit similar to Treize's former Oz uniform as did the others in the prince's band.

"Why are you so dressed up, like Trageta is?" Kakarrot asked.

"The hard-hearted warriors and I also have a band like the tender-hearted ones, and before you ask, Nameless Wonder is the band I front with the sons of Raditz, Trageta and another you didn't meet during our jaunts to Minerva," the prince explained.

"Another child? Whose is it this time, Zarbon, Jeice, Raditz? No, let me guess it's my own son, Gohan!" Kakarrot shrieked.

"None of the aforementioned," the Saiyan middle prince countered then he pressed a button on his scouter. "Aegar, send Tortakarrot in," he requested then the displacement of air meant that the group had been joined by another presence. "Kakarrot," Vegeta whispered.

The large warrior turned and was met with an identical version of his and Vegeta's daughter, Teresahan. The larger warrior stood speechless as he assessed the newcomer.

"V-V-Vegeta, I-I-I thought Teray was the only one you managed to birth for me?" the large Saiyan gasped as he looked over his eldest son from his beloved mate.

"She was the only one I was given but Taechecus, the medic told me of the second one. Said he was hiding behind our princess and could not be detected with the scanners. After I had delivered Teray, I had passed out, so had no idea I even had a second," the prince explained.

"So, why have I never met him until now? Hadn't he been with Vegetzu and Rageta on Minerva?" Kakarrot had recovered from the shock of seeing a mirror of his first male born child.

"He had never been on Minerva until I formed the band with my elder two," Vegeta continued.

"I had been adopted out to a minor family of royalty who moved to a planet called Tourquise. I am that planet's defender and war hero. I had fought in the last colony wars, which had then spread to other colonies of other races. I fought with 'Tousan and Jeita, the Mobile Suit/Gundam fighters then returned home and attended school. Tousan would visit me as he did the others and never let me forget who my birth parent was and now we can be together for rest of our existence," Tortakarrot smiled then moved to greet the other warriors, Trageta, Goten, Piccolo and Gohan.

"I hate to break up this happy reunion, my sons, but if Sandrock-Heavy arms is to win new fan-age, I suggest you boys ready yourselves," Vegeta nodded and the pilots who were members of the softer hearted Sandrock band dispersed.

Three minutes after their departure, the band Sandrock-Heavyarms reappeared dressed to kill. Their partners of Deathscythe-Wing did double takes as their significant others stood in tight, form-fitting black leather pants with matching jackets and ruby red shirts. The prince nodded his acceptance.

"Well, Jeita, at least these outfits show no body parts," Vegeta nodded.

"Oh, sire, you flatter me, but I didn't outfit us, this time. These costumes were chosen by Quatre and Duo and did not come from Tyrone's, my favorite place," Jeita complained.

"The last time we let you outfit us, we nearly got arrested for indecent exposure! What's with you aliens and-!

"Duo, calm down lad. You boys were just beginning, it was your first gig in a major place and it was my fault for not surveying the crowd. These natives are very uneasy when it comes to persons like ourselves," the prince shook his head.

"You little ones remember that there are still those who wouldn't think twice about reaming you a new one," Trowa said in a quiet manner.

"Just be careful, dragon mi. I don't want to have to kill anyone before the real show begins in the morning," Treize cautioned Wufei.

"They'll be fine. We forget they have hidden powers that surface when they are up against it. Knock 'em dead, boys. Make the straights cry with envy!" Prince Vegeta bade the boys who exited the dressing room single file then winked out of sight.

Tortakarrot turned to his parents and bowed. "I shall fetch twin and we shall enjoy the show together. Sire, tousan, it is the utmost pleasure to finally be home," the young prince nodded then turned to leave.

Kakarrot turned to Vegeta and fell onto the prince's neck and nuzzled his bite mark. "I love you, Vegeta, thank you, love. I can't wait for this event to be over and us back home with the others. Knock 'em dead, Sire," Kakarrot smirked in true Vegeta fashion then turned to take his newest son to his twin sister and other brothers.

"Sire..."

"I know Treize. C'mon, lads, let's watch Sandrock's sandstorm," Vegeta suggested and the members of Deathscythe-Wing winked from the dressing area and into the hallway that led to the stadium.