Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragon Ball XG ❯ Working Their Way Up ( Chapter 11 )

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“Working Their Way Up”
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James and Laem's fight may have been exciting for the rest of the crowd, but for everyone in the executive suite, it was an excruciating 12 minutes. These two were nothing compared to the fighters they were rooting for. They just wanted to wait for Kumo and Zurosu's fights, and eventually to their big battle in the end.
But finally, after the first round, it was Kumo's turn with Punku. "Sure you want to go through with it?" Punku asked, "Still time to back out."
"Why would I wanna do that?"
"You'll be sorrryyyy!" Punku sneered as the two entered the ring.
"Contestants, please bow," Mr. Announcer spoke. Kumo placed his fist in his palm and bowed forward slightly while remaining eye contact, as his father taught him. Punku scratched his eyebrow with his middle finger. "Ready... and FIGHT!"
The bell rang, and Punku raced at Kumo, his fist raised in the air. As soon as he got close enough, he jabbed it downwards at the kid, only to somehow miss... Kumo had disappeared. "What the--??"
"Yoohoo!"
Punku looked back to see Kumo right behind him. He raised his own hand up and smacked Punku in the butt, causing him to slam down to the ground. The crowed laughed at this. Embarrassed, Punku scrambled back to his feet, teeth searing and eyes locked deadly on the boy.
"You sure you wanna go through with this?" Kumo grinned, mocking Punku's words from earlier.
"You little brat, I'll KILL YOU!" the hotheaded teenager ran at Kumo once more and threw fists at the boy, only to have each one blocked by a single finger. Kumo giggled at this, obviously having fun toying with the teen. "THAT DOES IT! NO MORE MISTER NICE DUDE!!!" Punku shouted as he attempted to leg sweep Kumo. Kumo, however, nimbly leaped over his leg and seemed to have floated in mid air as he hovered face-level to Punku and grinned once more. Punku blinked in astonishment. Kumo raised his fingers' to Punku's face and flicked... causing the teen to be launched backwards and crash into the arena floor, unconscious.
Mr. Announcer rushed over to see if Punku was all right. Seeing that he was still breathing, yet unable to continue, he stood back up and motioned his hand towards the boy. "And Kumo wins round two!!!!"
The audience cheered loudly for the quarter saiyan, impressed how he was able to land a K.O with a single flick.

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After three more boring rounds, the moment Icalla was fearing all day had finally arrived... it was Zurosu's turn to fight.
"Let's give it up for our round six fighters.... Largo VS. Zurosu!!!"
Largo bounded outside and pranced around, waving to the crowd as they applauded for him. Zurosu slowly shuffled her way out. She had never before fought in such a big, open place with so many people watching, and cooing how cute she looked while others wondered out loud what parents in their right mind would let a poor little girl like that enter a big, adult competition?
"Miss Zurosu," called Mr. Announcer, "Will you be so kind as to join us on the ring please?"
Zurosu came closer and walked up the steps, but only to have a closer view of the huge stadium, wide open area easy to fall in, and all the people either squealing what a doll she was or yelling at her to go home to her Barbie dolls.
And with that, she turned tail, and raced back inside the arena. "Zu??" Kumo cried as she darted past him, "What's wrong?? Where ya going??"
"Oh... oh dear," said Mr. Announcer, "Well, it appears Zurosu has forfeited her fight, so we may as well continue to the next--"
"WAIT WAIT!" Kumo cried running out and grabbing his attention, "Don't cancel the fight yet! Lemme go talk to her!"
The announcer sighed, "Okay, but you've got five minutes kid. We've a event to run here."
Kumo nodded and ran off. Largo groaned. "I guess it's my bad luck to have my 1st place victory delayed because of a whiney little brat..."

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"What's going on??" cried Bulma as she stared out the window, "Doesn't Zurosu want to fight?"
Icalla placed her hands together, thanking Kami for giving her daughter some sort of sense in her. But Trunks stood up. "The poor thing must have stage fright," he answered, "I'll be go down and talk to her."
"That's okay, Trunks," Goten got his attention before he made a step, "Kumo's down there. He'll talk some sense in her."
Trunks sighed. "Hope so... I'd hate to see her match get called off..."

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"And you'd better listen good, kid!" Mr. Satan scolded Zurosu, as she sat squatted in a corner of the training room, shaking, "This is a big person's tournament, and little girls must not get in the way of these hard working fighters! So next time, use yer common sense and stop wastin' these people's times and chances to be in the fight, you got me??"
"Excuse me..."
Mr. Satan looked up, and shrieked at the sight of Kumo, who was a spitting image of his grandfather (only with brown hair), and he knew better than to mess with any of Goku's proteges.
"Um... can I please talk to Zurosu?"
"Er.. sure, kid, go ahead! Fine by me!! See ya later!" Mr. Satan gave a quick bow and quickly scrambled off.
Kumo walked over to Zurosu and knelt by her, placing a hand on her shoulder to stop her shaking, "Zu, what's wrong? Just go out there and fight."
Zurosu shook her head. "No! I'm too scared!"
"Why are you scared? C'mon, you can beat that guy with one hand behind your back with your eyes closed!"
"No, it's not that..." Zurosu mewed, "It's scary... it's big out there, and everyone's yelling at me..."
"They're not yelling," said Kumo, "They're just cheering you on! And remember, in some of those people are your mom and dad and grandparents, and they're definitely rooting you on!"
Zurosu wiped her eyes. "Will I be okay?"
Kumo smiled. "Of course! I'll be right here, watching you! You'll be just fine! C'mon, this is just like the preliminaries, only it's outside and other people are watching too. And besides, you GOTTA fight..." He pointed his thumb at his chest, "'Cause WE gotta fight in the last round, remember?"
Zurosu grinned and nodded. "Okay!"
"Atta girl!" Kumo pulled her back to her feet and led her back to the ring. "Break a leg, okay?"
"That means good luck, right?"
"Yeah... but I think you oughta break this guy's leg too!" Kumo grinned.
Zurosu smiled, gave her friend a quick hug, and raced out to the cheering crowd back onto the ring.
"Welcome back, Zurosu!" said Mr. Announcer, "Are we ready to fight."
Zurosu balled her little fists and nodded. Largo grunted. "Y'should've stayed in yer sandbox where ya belonged, kid..."
"Okay then... Fighters, ready... AND BEGIN!!!"
Up in the executive suite, Icalla covered her eyes and placed her head in her lap, not wanting to watch. Bulma rubbed her back. "Will you come on, already?" she said, "Zurosu's gonna be just fine! Watch!"
Zurosu dropped into a battle stance as Largo strutted his way towards the girl, snickering to himself. He couldn't bring himself to beat up a child, even as dumb and bratty as this one. Maybe it'd be a crowd pleaser, plus an ego-feeder if he grabbed her by the collar and tossed her out the ring. It was better for her to cry to Mommy than put on life support, anyway.
"Okay kid, I'll make this quick and easy," he bellowed as he approached her, "Yer gonna wish you stayed clingin' to yer Mom's breast, brat." He reached over and grabbed her collar, yanked her up, swung her back, and flung her outside the ring.... but she stopped before she could hit the ground.
The crowd went silent. Largo's eyes went wide.
The little girl was actually floating!
She floated back up and turned to face the hulky man, and angry look on her face. "That wasn't very nice!" And with that, she shot forward and kicked the man square in the face, sending him flying OVER the executive suite, and beyond the entire arena, where everyone heard a faint crash in the distance.
Mr. Announcer, stunned, adjusted his sunglasses and turned to the crowd. "*ahem* And Zurosu is the winner!"
"Banzai!! Banzaii!" she cheered as Kumo raced over to hug her.

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"Icalla... you can look now, it's over."
The curly haired brunette opened her eyes and glanced up at the TV cautiously... and was surprised to see Zurosu was dancing around in victory. Her mouth opened wide, completely astonished. "She... she WON?!" she cried, "How did that happen? Did that man let her win??"
"What, you kidding??" Yamcha smirked, "Didn't you see that guy fly over the suite?? She totally kicked his butt!"
"His face is more like it," said Master Roshi.
Icalla was at lost for words. "She... wha-??"
"Look look, there he is!" Akira was at another window, pointing out. Nearly everyone came over to see Largo pull himself out of a dumpster, kicking and punching at it, assumingly cussing to himself and cursing the girl who knocked him in there.
"Zu... she... Ah... ZUROSU did that??" cried Icalla.
Trunks placed an arm around his wife, hugging her close, "That's our little girl!" he beamed.