Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragon Ball XG ❯ A Little Faith ( Chapter 10 )
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By: Toni the Mink 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.22.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 275 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.22.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 275 | Status: Work In Progress
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“A Little Faith”
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“A Little Faith”
o o o
After finally fighting through the crazy crowd, Icalla finally made her way back to the competition hall. If Vegeta wasn't going to put a stop to all this, then she certainly was going to do it, even all by herself if she had to, which seemed to be the case at the moment.
However, it was that moment when she entered the hall and found her family, when she saw her daughter's martial arts skills up close for the first time.
Trunks obviously was taking the opportunity before the preliminaries started to train Zurosu a little bit. She managed to duck and jump every punch and kick while throwing fists at her father's open palms. She leaped to the air to get him in the face, but Trunks managed to block the blow and then use the defense to try and knock Zurosu back to the floor, but she nimbly evaded and attacked his side, while he continued to keep his guard up with his child's quick actions.
Icalla was amazed at what she saw. Training with Vegeta, she'd expect her to be somewhat strong, but she didn't imagine for a moment she had the ability to at least keep up with Trunks. Okay, so maybe Zurosu was stronger than she gave her credit for, but she still didn't like this whole idea of her entering a tournament.
Bulma, who was watching her son and granddaughter with pride, glanced up to see her daughter-in-law and waved at her. "Hey Icalla! There you are!" she called, "Where did you go?"
Trunks and Zurosu stopped their spar session and looked over. Icalla looked to the ground, blushing slightly, "Er, nowhere..." Trunks gave that suspicious look again, but then a voice boomed over the hall.
"Attention! The preliminaries for the Tenkaichi Budokai are about to begin! All contestants please come forward to the drawing booth. All persons not entering are asked to please leave the hall this instant. Thank you."
"Well, I guess that's our que to leave," said Bulma as she knelt down and gave Zurosu a big hug, "Knock 'em flat, sweetheart! Good luck!"
Once Bulma let go, Icalla wrapped her arms tightly around her child. "Be careful out there, sweetie," she spoke softly, and pulled back to look her in the face, "An' listen to me; There is no shame in backin' out if things get too tough, y'heah?"
Zurosu grinned ear to ear. "Don't worry, Mama!" she chimed, "I'm not gonna back down! I'll win, you see!"
Icalla frowned, but Bulma took her by the shoulder and pulled her back up. "That's the spirit, kiddo! See you in the finals!"
"Byebyeee!" Zurosu waved as Bulma led an unsure-looking Icalla out of the hall. Trunks took her by the hand and led her up to the front of the hall. Zurosu glanced around. "There sure are alot of people here...."
"Yeah, but you know the drill," said Trunks, "Just don't talk to anyone you don't know, and no fighting, unless it's on the mats, and even then, no killing or maiming. Got it?"
"Got it."
Trunks glanced ahead and noticed a young boy, with reddish brown hair spiked in crazy directions and a tail poking out of his gi, in the crowd. "Hey! Kumo!"
The boy turned and smiled widely. "Uncle Trunks! Zurosu! Hiya!" The two walked up to Goku's grandson. "So are you two entering too?"
"Naw, just Zurosu," Trunks answered, "I'm surprised your dad isn't entering though. And Pan and Akira... where are they?"
"They decided to take this year off," Kumo answered, "Something about wanting to see me and Zurosu go at it..."
"Speaking of which, I gotta go, since I'm not entering either. You'll keep an eye on Zurosu for me, won't you?"
Kumo nodded. "No problem."
Trunks knelt to his daughter. "Okay, so I'll see you after the tournament, sweetheart." He gave her an assuring hug, "Break a leg!"
Zurosu gave a huge nod, "Okay Daddy!!"
Trunks pulled back, a slight nervous look on his face, "Er... you know that means 'good luck', right?"
".... Oh."
However, it was that moment when she entered the hall and found her family, when she saw her daughter's martial arts skills up close for the first time.
Trunks obviously was taking the opportunity before the preliminaries started to train Zurosu a little bit. She managed to duck and jump every punch and kick while throwing fists at her father's open palms. She leaped to the air to get him in the face, but Trunks managed to block the blow and then use the defense to try and knock Zurosu back to the floor, but she nimbly evaded and attacked his side, while he continued to keep his guard up with his child's quick actions.
Icalla was amazed at what she saw. Training with Vegeta, she'd expect her to be somewhat strong, but she didn't imagine for a moment she had the ability to at least keep up with Trunks. Okay, so maybe Zurosu was stronger than she gave her credit for, but she still didn't like this whole idea of her entering a tournament.
Bulma, who was watching her son and granddaughter with pride, glanced up to see her daughter-in-law and waved at her. "Hey Icalla! There you are!" she called, "Where did you go?"
Trunks and Zurosu stopped their spar session and looked over. Icalla looked to the ground, blushing slightly, "Er, nowhere..." Trunks gave that suspicious look again, but then a voice boomed over the hall.
"Attention! The preliminaries for the Tenkaichi Budokai are about to begin! All contestants please come forward to the drawing booth. All persons not entering are asked to please leave the hall this instant. Thank you."
"Well, I guess that's our que to leave," said Bulma as she knelt down and gave Zurosu a big hug, "Knock 'em flat, sweetheart! Good luck!"
Once Bulma let go, Icalla wrapped her arms tightly around her child. "Be careful out there, sweetie," she spoke softly, and pulled back to look her in the face, "An' listen to me; There is no shame in backin' out if things get too tough, y'heah?"
Zurosu grinned ear to ear. "Don't worry, Mama!" she chimed, "I'm not gonna back down! I'll win, you see!"
Icalla frowned, but Bulma took her by the shoulder and pulled her back up. "That's the spirit, kiddo! See you in the finals!"
"Byebyeee!" Zurosu waved as Bulma led an unsure-looking Icalla out of the hall. Trunks took her by the hand and led her up to the front of the hall. Zurosu glanced around. "There sure are alot of people here...."
"Yeah, but you know the drill," said Trunks, "Just don't talk to anyone you don't know, and no fighting, unless it's on the mats, and even then, no killing or maiming. Got it?"
"Got it."
Trunks glanced ahead and noticed a young boy, with reddish brown hair spiked in crazy directions and a tail poking out of his gi, in the crowd. "Hey! Kumo!"
The boy turned and smiled widely. "Uncle Trunks! Zurosu! Hiya!" The two walked up to Goku's grandson. "So are you two entering too?"
"Naw, just Zurosu," Trunks answered, "I'm surprised your dad isn't entering though. And Pan and Akira... where are they?"
"They decided to take this year off," Kumo answered, "Something about wanting to see me and Zurosu go at it..."
"Speaking of which, I gotta go, since I'm not entering either. You'll keep an eye on Zurosu for me, won't you?"
Kumo nodded. "No problem."
Trunks knelt to his daughter. "Okay, so I'll see you after the tournament, sweetheart." He gave her an assuring hug, "Break a leg!"
Zurosu gave a huge nod, "Okay Daddy!!"
Trunks pulled back, a slight nervous look on his face, "Er... you know that means 'good luck', right?"
".... Oh."
o o o
Bulma and Icalla returned to the executive suite to find family and friends gathered around. "Ah, so the cavalry has arrived."
"Good to see you too, Bulma," Gohan smiled.
The two women walked up and took their seats by the window. "So how long until the match starts?" asked Videl.
"They said the tournament starts around one," answered Goten, "And plus with our kids in the preliminaries, that shouldn't take very long in itself."
Icalla glanced down. "How can you be so sure?" she asked timidly, "Ah mean... there's so many other fighta's down there..."
"Yeah, but how many of them are superhuman half-saiyans?" Yamcha grinned.
"Still they're just children!"
Valese placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "They're strong children, trained by the best," she smiled assuringly to her friend, "You need to have a little faith in your kid."
Icalla sighed and gave a nod, even though she honestly couldn't understand how Valese could be so positive about all this.
"So made you all decide you didn't want to enter this year?" Krillin couldn't help but ask the saiyans.
"You kidding?" Gohan scratched his head, "I think I'm starting to get too old for this... And besides, with my work and studies, I haven't had much time to keep up with my training lately..."
Vegeta huffed and looked away in disgust.
Krillin's eyes moved over to Goten, Pan, and Akira, whom he thought would have loved to jump at the chance to show off their skills yet again. "And you guys?"
"What can I say?" Pan grinned and bobbed little Mizu up and down on her knee, "I just can't stay away from my little girl even for a moment."
"Kumo beat up Momma!" Mizu laughed.
Pan went white in the face and silent. Everyone around her couldn't help but snicker.
"I thought about entering," said Goten, "But when I heard Zurosu wanted to go in, I thought I'd stay back and see just how strong she's gotten."
Akira nodded. "Same here. I didn't want to end up beating those poor kids... especially since we've got to see her and Kumo in the final round!"
"Good to see you too, Bulma," Gohan smiled.
The two women walked up and took their seats by the window. "So how long until the match starts?" asked Videl.
"They said the tournament starts around one," answered Goten, "And plus with our kids in the preliminaries, that shouldn't take very long in itself."
Icalla glanced down. "How can you be so sure?" she asked timidly, "Ah mean... there's so many other fighta's down there..."
"Yeah, but how many of them are superhuman half-saiyans?" Yamcha grinned.
"Still they're just children!"
Valese placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "They're strong children, trained by the best," she smiled assuringly to her friend, "You need to have a little faith in your kid."
Icalla sighed and gave a nod, even though she honestly couldn't understand how Valese could be so positive about all this.
"So made you all decide you didn't want to enter this year?" Krillin couldn't help but ask the saiyans.
"You kidding?" Gohan scratched his head, "I think I'm starting to get too old for this... And besides, with my work and studies, I haven't had much time to keep up with my training lately..."
Vegeta huffed and looked away in disgust.
Krillin's eyes moved over to Goten, Pan, and Akira, whom he thought would have loved to jump at the chance to show off their skills yet again. "And you guys?"
"What can I say?" Pan grinned and bobbed little Mizu up and down on her knee, "I just can't stay away from my little girl even for a moment."
"Kumo beat up Momma!" Mizu laughed.
Pan went white in the face and silent. Everyone around her couldn't help but snicker.
"I thought about entering," said Goten, "But when I heard Zurosu wanted to go in, I thought I'd stay back and see just how strong she's gotten."
Akira nodded. "Same here. I didn't want to end up beating those poor kids... especially since we've got to see her and Kumo in the final round!"
o o o
As said in the executive suite, it wasn't very long before the preliminaries were over and the tournament was soon about to begin.
"Congratulations!" spoke Mr. Announcer, "You've all made it past the preliminaries and into the finals."
"That was too easy," said Zurosu to Kumo, "Is it gonna get harder now?"
Mr. Announcer looked down at the two and smiled, only familiar with super strong children in the tournament. "For you, sweetie, not yet."
An overweight hulk glared down at the two and huffed. "How did they manage to get through?" he asked a skinny punk teenager, "Cry until they got their way?" The two snickered at each other. Kumo scowled at the two and turned back to see two associates wheeling up a blackboard with a chart drawn on it, and the announcer placing a big box on a table next to him.
"We will now draw slots in order to determine the lineup to our final matches. When I call your name, please come up and draw a number from this box." He cleared his throat and looked down at his roster. "Azgeta!"
A spike haired man came forward and reached his hand into the box, shuffling the balls inside around until he felt a 'lucky number' and pulled it out and showed it to the announcer, who nodded and said, "Fifteen." The associates wrote it down on the blackboard and the announcer continued, "Largo!"
The overweight hulk strutted forward and reached his hand in the box, and pulled out a ball, showing it to the announcer. "Very well. Largo, you are in slot #11. Next... Ken!"
A handsome young man came forward, drawed, and pulled out number six.
"Kumo!"
The boy jumped up and raced to the box, quickly pulling out a number. "Very good, number three.
The announcer continued to call names and the contestants draw numbers for awhile.
"Punku!"
The teenager slithered over, snaking his hand into the box and pulling out a number. "Slot number four."
"Hey, he's gonna fight you, Kumo!" said Zurosu.
The teenager walked past the pair. "Good luck, kid..."
"Thanks," replied Kumo.
"You'll need it!" Punku snided.
"Yamino!"
A dark-haired warrior walked up and drew a number. "Ten. And last but not least, Zurosu."
The girl went to walk up, but the announcer stopped her. "There really isn't any need for you to draw, young lady. There's only one slot left, so we'll just write you in it."
Zurosu looked up at the board to see she was put in slot twelve. "Uhh ohhh!" Largo's boastful annoying voice rang out, "You're matched up with big bad me, kiddo!" He leaned down to get in her face, "I dunno how ya made it past 'dem preliminaries, but don't think for a sec 'dat I'm gunna cater to ya!"
Zurosu covered her nose. "Your breath smells like poop."
Largo snarled. "Brat! You just wait 'till our match, okay??" And with that, he stormed off.
Kumo smirked. "Don't worry, he's nothing!"
Punku sneered, "A little too sure of ourselves, ain't we?"
"Congratulations!" spoke Mr. Announcer, "You've all made it past the preliminaries and into the finals."
"That was too easy," said Zurosu to Kumo, "Is it gonna get harder now?"
Mr. Announcer looked down at the two and smiled, only familiar with super strong children in the tournament. "For you, sweetie, not yet."
An overweight hulk glared down at the two and huffed. "How did they manage to get through?" he asked a skinny punk teenager, "Cry until they got their way?" The two snickered at each other. Kumo scowled at the two and turned back to see two associates wheeling up a blackboard with a chart drawn on it, and the announcer placing a big box on a table next to him.
"We will now draw slots in order to determine the lineup to our final matches. When I call your name, please come up and draw a number from this box." He cleared his throat and looked down at his roster. "Azgeta!"
A spike haired man came forward and reached his hand into the box, shuffling the balls inside around until he felt a 'lucky number' and pulled it out and showed it to the announcer, who nodded and said, "Fifteen." The associates wrote it down on the blackboard and the announcer continued, "Largo!"
The overweight hulk strutted forward and reached his hand in the box, and pulled out a ball, showing it to the announcer. "Very well. Largo, you are in slot #11. Next... Ken!"
A handsome young man came forward, drawed, and pulled out number six.
"Kumo!"
The boy jumped up and raced to the box, quickly pulling out a number. "Very good, number three.
The announcer continued to call names and the contestants draw numbers for awhile.
"Punku!"
The teenager slithered over, snaking his hand into the box and pulling out a number. "Slot number four."
"Hey, he's gonna fight you, Kumo!" said Zurosu.
The teenager walked past the pair. "Good luck, kid..."
"Thanks," replied Kumo.
"You'll need it!" Punku snided.
"Yamino!"
A dark-haired warrior walked up and drew a number. "Ten. And last but not least, Zurosu."
The girl went to walk up, but the announcer stopped her. "There really isn't any need for you to draw, young lady. There's only one slot left, so we'll just write you in it."
Zurosu looked up at the board to see she was put in slot twelve. "Uhh ohhh!" Largo's boastful annoying voice rang out, "You're matched up with big bad me, kiddo!" He leaned down to get in her face, "I dunno how ya made it past 'dem preliminaries, but don't think for a sec 'dat I'm gunna cater to ya!"
Zurosu covered her nose. "Your breath smells like poop."
Largo snarled. "Brat! You just wait 'till our match, okay??" And with that, he stormed off.
Kumo smirked. "Don't worry, he's nothing!"
Punku sneered, "A little too sure of ourselves, ain't we?"
o o o
A familiar drumming noise reached the ears of everyone in the crowd, as well as the executive suite. "Oh, it's starting! It's starting!" cried Marron as she raced to the window with a few others joining her.
Outside in the arena, the contestants marched their way out and onto the ring as Mr. Announcer called their names.
"Kumo! Kumo!" Mizu cheered when seeing her 2nd cousin on the jumbo screen as his name was called.
"Lookit! Zooey!" Pants and Junior banged on the window as if trying to get their cousin's attention. Bra and Uub had to finally pull them back as cracks were being made in the pane.
"Ah... Ah don't believe it!" Icalla gasped as she saw her daughter's face on the jumbo screen, as well as on the TV in the room, "She actually got through??"
Valese winked at her. "Told ya all you needed was a little faith!"
Outside in the arena, the contestants marched their way out and onto the ring as Mr. Announcer called their names.
"Kumo! Kumo!" Mizu cheered when seeing her 2nd cousin on the jumbo screen as his name was called.
"Lookit! Zooey!" Pants and Junior banged on the window as if trying to get their cousin's attention. Bra and Uub had to finally pull them back as cracks were being made in the pane.
"Ah... Ah don't believe it!" Icalla gasped as she saw her daughter's face on the jumbo screen, as well as on the TV in the room, "She actually got through??"
Valese winked at her. "Told ya all you needed was a little faith!"
o o o
"Congratulations to our sixteen finalists!" Mr. Announcer announced, "Thank you all for your patience! And now, ladies and gentlemen, the 37th Tenkaichi Budokai will now begin!"
The crowds exploded into applause as the contestants left the ring, marching one by one next to their first opponents, much to Kumo and Zurosu's discontent.
"Our first round in our lineup will be James VS. Laem. Our second will be Kumo VS. Punku......"
Goten smirked and nodded. "Fitting opponent, if you ask me..."
"....... sixth round, we have Largo VS. Zurosu!"
Icalla looked down, and shrieked at the sight of the man next to Zurosu. "Look at that guy!" she cried, "He's ten times her height! AND weight! No way is she gonna fight him!"
"Aw, she'll be fine, relax," said Trunks, looking down at his daughter with pride.
"Are you INSANE?!" his wife shouted, "What is wrong with you all?? Ah know you'll all superheroes or what not, but she's just a child! She's gonna get murdered out there! Why do you all insist on puttin' the welfare of a child at risk for the purpose of PRIDE?!"
Everyone stared at her, not knowing what to say, until Trunks finally broke the silence. "Icalla... please... will you just SHUT UP?!"
Icalla was taken back. "Wha...?"
"I know you're just worried, but just RELAX ALREADY! I don't know if you've ever seen Zurosu fight, but I'll have you know, she fights VERY WELL! And to be paranoid that she can't even beat a steroid-built punk like that guy is an insult to her, AND to my father who trained her to be stronger than most anything in this world! So just cool off, and for once, be supportive of Zurosu, okay??"
Icalla just stared back, shocked at her husband's, who normally was nice and easygoing, words. There was nothing left to say or do, so she just nodded and sat on the couch in silence and waited for her daughter's fight.
The crowds exploded into applause as the contestants left the ring, marching one by one next to their first opponents, much to Kumo and Zurosu's discontent.
"Our first round in our lineup will be James VS. Laem. Our second will be Kumo VS. Punku......"
Goten smirked and nodded. "Fitting opponent, if you ask me..."
"....... sixth round, we have Largo VS. Zurosu!"
Icalla looked down, and shrieked at the sight of the man next to Zurosu. "Look at that guy!" she cried, "He's ten times her height! AND weight! No way is she gonna fight him!"
"Aw, she'll be fine, relax," said Trunks, looking down at his daughter with pride.
"Are you INSANE?!" his wife shouted, "What is wrong with you all?? Ah know you'll all superheroes or what not, but she's just a child! She's gonna get murdered out there! Why do you all insist on puttin' the welfare of a child at risk for the purpose of PRIDE?!"
Everyone stared at her, not knowing what to say, until Trunks finally broke the silence. "Icalla... please... will you just SHUT UP?!"
Icalla was taken back. "Wha...?"
"I know you're just worried, but just RELAX ALREADY! I don't know if you've ever seen Zurosu fight, but I'll have you know, she fights VERY WELL! And to be paranoid that she can't even beat a steroid-built punk like that guy is an insult to her, AND to my father who trained her to be stronger than most anything in this world! So just cool off, and for once, be supportive of Zurosu, okay??"
Icalla just stared back, shocked at her husband's, who normally was nice and easygoing, words. There was nothing left to say or do, so she just nodded and sat on the couch in silence and waited for her daughter's fight.