Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragon Ball XG ❯ A Dark Premonition ( Chapter 23 )
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By: Toni the Mink 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.17.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 201 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.17.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 201 | Status: Work In Progress
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“A Dark Premonition”
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Outside in the dark evening, standing some feet behind his house, Kumo stared hard into the starry sky, deep in thought. 'I don't get this...' he thought to himself, 'Why can't I transform into a super saiyan? I'm part saiyan, and I train hard... It doesn't make sense.'
"Rrrraaigh!!!!" Kumo concentrated hard as he powered up as high as possible, his energy sending off an enormous wind around him.
"It's high enough, Kumo," Goten called over to him, "You just need to awaken it!"
"How?!" Kumo shouted, "How do I awaken it??"
"Super Saiyan is awaken by rage... you need to get angry."
"I AM angry!!" Kumo pulled back his fists and let loose another wave of energy, "I'm pissed that I can't go all the way!"
Goten just stood there, arms crossed, intently watching his son. "Use that," he told him, "Channel that anger and push your limits."
"I AM!" Kumo let loose another angry release, his ki rising rapidly and the aura around him increasing. His long hair wavered wildly behind his head and started to stick up in different directions.
'You've almost got it, Kumo...' Goten thought to himself, 'Just a little more.... you can do it, son!'
Kumo gritted his teeth and shook his fists furiously as he powered up more, concentrating on his anger and pure rage. It was there, he could feel it... Just another second.....
He suddenly fell to his knees in exhaustion, and his power dropped immensely. He dug his fingers into the ground in frustration. "Damn.... I almost had it!!"
"You were real close that time, Kumo," Goten smiled and offered his hand, but Kumo ignored him, staring at the tiny holes his fingers made in the ground. "Hey, don't look so down. You'll get it one day. And even if you don't, you're still a strong fighter. I'm very proud of you."
Kumo merely muttered in reply.
Of course his dad would say that. He's his dad, he's supposed to say that. He forgot that he was only seven years old when he made the transformation. Really, what kind of a saiyan warrior can't go super saiyan? Pan had assured him one time that she didn't make the transformation until she was about his age, a little older maybe. But Zurosu could go super saiyan since she was nine. Then again, her transformation was most likely due to training with Vegeta, her grandfather....
Grandfather....
Kumo hated to think of himself as the grandson of the wonderful Goku Son. He was most likely the reason why he couldn't go super saiyan. Of course, he was also the reason why everything else was wrong. Grandma Chichi was in a wheelchair for a few years now, after becoming very sick, mainly due to stress. Part of that stress was no longer having her husband around.
So why was he gone? Because he wanted to get stronger. He was always told that Goku would go off or stay away from home for extended periods in order to increase his strength. When the evil Majin Buu was reborn into Uub, Goku had actually set his own granddaughter aside so he could leave his whole family and train Uub so he could have another fight with "Buu", and Pan was stuck to receive her training from Mr. Satan, which explains her lack of strength. But at least Mr. Satan was a caring grandfather who was always there for Pan. Zurosu had Vegeta, and even Mizu had Uncle Gohan, who would occasionally train her, and even take her out for some fun every other week.
Where was his grandfather? His dad told him that he sacrificed himself to save the world by disappearing with Shenron, the first Dragon God. But Kumo knew the truth... Goku had most likely left without hesitation, going away so that he himself could be stronger. He didn't care about anybody that would be affected by his going away. All he ever cares about was himself...
Grandpa.... damn him!
"KUMO!" Chichi's shrill voice rang about.
Kumo jumped, shrieking. 'How'd she know I was insulting her husband??'
"Young man, just WHAT do you think you're doing outside at night like this??" she scolded as she wheeled herself across the lawn in her wheelchair towards her grandson, "You'll catch a cold if you stay out here like this!"
Kumo cocked and eyebrow, "Grandma, it's the beginning of May..."
"Well, one thing that's getting cold is your dinner! Now get inside and eat or I'll starve you for the whole week! Move it!!"
Kumo sweated slightly. "Ehehheh... sure thing, coming!" He raced behind her, grabbed her chair's handles, and whipped her around and raced back towards the house.
"Kuumoooo!!" Chichi cried, "Take it easy with your grandmother! I'm not as lean as I use to be!"
Kumo grinned as he led her inside. 'Well.... at least she cares about me....'
Far away, in a different dimension, a mighty dragon fell over, grabbing his forehead. Many other dragons came over to his assistance. "My Lord! Are you all right??"
"What troubles you??"
The enormous dragon weakly looked back up at his people. "I feel something... Something dark and evil... A great evil... is about to happen..."
There were many gasps among the dragons. "Great evil? What do you mean?"
"I can feel it...." the high dragon deity spoke, "A great evil is about to occur.... A strong creature, stronger than any other villain to ever exist, is about to come. I don't know where, it feels very close, but it's about to attack all I have created. It is so powerful, it can destroy a single planet in less than an hour. And in one week, will destroy an entire universe. It won't be long before he will exterminate every existence..."
"No!" disapproval rang about the entire group. "Where is this evil coming from?"
"I don't know where it's origin is, but I do know it's coming...." He stood up and raised his arms, "My people, please go out to every dimension and search for this evil! If you find it, try to rid it before it can get any stronger. If it gets too powerful, report back and we'll think of another way to stop it."
The dragons bowed and faded away, disappearing off into different dimensions. Meanwhile, the small figure of a man approached the dragon deity. "Lord Jouten, if I may...?"
The dragon looked down. "Yes?"
"You sent everyone to different dimensions and different places for this great evil," the man spoke, "You don't suppose I can start at Earth, do you?"
Jouten went into deep thought. "You've directly interfered with Earth's affairs once," the deity spoke, "I'm not sure if I can allow you to return..."
"Even with the looming threat of this great evil approaching?" the man smirked, "You know better than me that Earth is practically infested with chaos."
The dragon god sighed. "Very well... You and Shenron are the only ones who know Earth best. You may go..."
The man bowed politely, but still couldn't keep his excitement to himself. "All right!" he grinned, "Thank you!"
It was a long and tedious wait, but it had finally arrive.... the 39th annual Tenkaichi Budokai.
The crowd seemed larger than usual this time, despite the tournament's increasing popularity. There wasn't an inch of walking space as spectators and fighters alike filled the entire arena.
"Sorry," said the man behind the registration desk, "But I'm afraid there's no Children's Division this year..."
Mizu smiled. "That's okay! I'm gonna enter anyway!" The man sighed as he wrote down her name and Akira paid for her entry fee.
Everyone's head perked up suddenly as they looked over into the sky. Gohan grinned and waved. "Hey guys!"
Out of the sky dropped the Briefs family, landing gracefully by the Son clan. Bulma smiled widely as Vegeta placed her down. "Hey everyone! Glad you could all make it!"
"Ditto," Gohan smiled, "Wow, everyone's here! Vegeta, Trunks, Zurosu, even Bra, Uub, Pants, and Baby Jr.!"
"That's Junior!" the tuffle child pouted, "I am NOT a baby anymore..."
"Where's Icalla?" Valese looked around for her friend. Trunks told her she was out picking up her own family and will be by later.
"So the Calvary’s finally here!"
Everybody turned. Standing not too far off was Krillin, Tien, Yamcha, and all their families, as well as Oolong and Master Roshi, who were obviously considered family to them. Bulma clasped her hands together. "I don't believe it!" she cried, "We're all together again! I can't remember the last time we did this!"
"You're starting to get senile," Master Roshi sneered, "You threw a big party last month, remember?"
Bulma snorted. "Least I'm not as old as you..."
"Still, it is nice to be together like this," Goten smiled, "Are you guys entering too?"
Tien nodded. "Pan called us, actually, and suggested that we do. You know, try to make things a little interesting this year."
Zurosu looked up at Pan. "Wow, you really did round them up! You weren't kidding!" Pan only grinned and gave a thumbs-up.
"Well, I'm sure you all would like to get comfortable," said Bulma as she walked towards the stadium, "Come on, I'll escort you all to the executive suite. I just hope we have enough room with all of you..."
"We'll meet up with everyone later," said Kumo, "Mizu, Zurosu, and I want to look around some."
"Us too!" Pants and Junior chimed.
"Me too, me too?" Kurumi, Marron and Zayde's 4-year old daughter, asked while shaking around her mother's hand. Zurosu extended her hand, as if agreeing to watch over her and Kurumi raced over to grab hold.
And with that, everybody went their separate ways.
"Step right up, step right up!" a tall, lanky man called into the crowd of sightseers. He pointed to a tall, muscle-bound bald man, grinning mischievously while sitting at a small table, his elbow on its top and hand sticking up. "Face off against my friend Buff here. Try your luck with an arm wrestling match! Come on now, don't be shy! Only 25 zeni! How cheap is that?" he announced to the passer-bys who were simply ignoring him.
"Hey what's that??" Pants pointed to Buff and his announcer.
"That's just some scam artist," said Kumo, "Come on, Zurosu said she'd buy us lollipops."
The lanky announcer continued to shout on, "Beat Buff, and win 5000 zeni!"
Both Pants and Baby Jr. froze in their tracks. Fifty thousand, huh? They could use new bikes... or better yet, a car!
"Okay, we'll give it a shot!" Pants called over as he and his tuffle brother approached the table.
The man grimaced. "Sorry, kid, grown-ups only."
Pants frowned. "Hey, my brother can clean the floor with you, buster!"
"Do you even have the money?"
Baby Jr. pouted. "No...."
Pants then smirked. "Tell you what.... Let us have as many turns as 5000 will give us. If that guy wins all those times, I'll give you 5000 zeni myself. It's double or nothing for you."
The man stared at him for a moment, then snickered. "Suit yourself kid," he said as he leaned into Buff's ear. "This'll be a snatch, Buff!" he whispered, "It's like taking candy from a baby! Best of all, we get more money out of this!"
"Yeah!" Buff chuckled, "Why rob convenient stores anymore?" He turned to face Pants, as he climbed up into the seat opposite of the big man. He slammed his elbow on the table, the force of it causing the boy to almost fall out of his seat. He took a hold of his hand and rested his elbow on the table.
"Ready, set, GO!"
*BOOM!*
It only took a split second for Buff to slam Pants' hand into the table. The lanky man snickered. "Pathetic," he sneered, "You two may as well pay up!"
"Hey, we STILL have 200 more turns," said Baby Jr, "And it's MY turn now!"
Both Buff and his friend sighed. "Man, this is gonna take all night..."
"How about this, then?" Junior grinned, "Double the wins! Make it 10,000 zeni instead of five." The two shady men grinned at each other over.
"If you insist," Lanky snided as Pants and Junior switched positions. Junior took a hold of Buff's hand and laid his elbow on the table. "Ready, set, go!"
*BAM!*
In another split second, the wall next to them had crumbled into pieces. Lanky just stared on wide-eyed and mouth agape having seen the little tuffle throw Buff into the cement wall with a flick of his arm. Baby Jr. only snickered at this.
"Well my good friend!" chimed Pants as he slapped the man's bottom, "I believe you owe us TEN thousand zeni." The man, not taking his eyes off Buff, dove into his pocket and handed the boy a stack of money. "Oh, and, here's for the two tries," he said as he handed back 2 bills. "See, we aren't REALLY bad kids."
"Later!" Junior called back as he and Pants headed off.
Lanky shook his head of his senses and went to help his friend. "Darn, they took all our money! Those little scam artists...."
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!"
The two shrieked, jumped to their feet, and ran away from the approaching policemen. "Stop in the name of the law! You're under arrest for robbery and scamming!"
Meanwhile, Pants and Junior counted the money they earned. "I'm tellin' ya Junior," said Pants, "With my brains and your brawn, we're gonna get really rich one day!"
"Omigawsh, did you see that cute hunk look at me?" Clover squealed.
"Hell-O, he was looking at me," said Sam.
"I think he was looking at the old woman behind us," said Alex.
"Whatever. He looked SO hot in that uniform," said Sam, "I can't wait until he takes off his shirt to fight."
"Yeah, but it's too bad these guys smell like sweat," Clover sighed.
Alex looked over and blinked. "Hey guys, look over there!" she pointed to a lollipop stand, "It's Zurosu!"
"Huh?!" the other two came over and looked where Alex was pointing.
"Hey, it IS her!" said Clover, "What is she doing here, and what's with that hideous outfit?"
"Surely she doesn't think she's going to enter, does she?" sneered Sam, "Devil will chew her up and spit her out."
"If not some other random Joe-schmo from the first round," said Clover.
"I have an idea!..." said Alex, "Let's go make fun of her!"
Sam and Clover gave a funny look, but then smiled. "Not exactly the brightest idea," said Clover, "But it's the best I've heard all day."
The man handed Zurosu a tray of lollipops and thanked her for her business. She turned to hand Kurumi a lollipop and came face to face with three of her least favorite people. "Hiii, Zurosuuu," Sam mocked.
"Oh no...." Zurosu sighed while Kurumi blinked, confused.
"Don’t you know that blue went out last season," said Clover, noting the gi Zurosu had on, "You know, I'm not sure if anybody’s told you this, but this is a Martial Arts tournament, not a Loser Convention."
Zurosu glowered. "Don't tell me you came out all this way just to make me feel miserable..."
"Pssh! As if!" Clover threw her hand, "Like we'd actually set aside time and devote anything to you? Like, get over yourself!" She then clasped her hands together and went into a dreamlike-state. "We're here to support my precious Devil. He's competing for the first time, and I just know he's going to win!"
She sighed happily, "I can see it now... Him winning first place, the crowd cheering, then I shout out his name and he hears me even over all the commotion. He sees me, smiles, and I come running into his arms. We look into each other's eyes, declare our undying love, and live happily ever--"
"Hold on a moment!!" Sam rudely woke her from her daydream, "I thought we agreed that Devil was going to be my guy!!"
"What-ever!" sneered Clover, "He so totally has the hots for me."
"Yeah right!!"
"I wanna date Devil..." Alex dumbly intervened.
The three suddenly looked over at Zurosu, who was giving them all a far-off look.
"What are YOU staring at, scrub??" Clover shouted, "Anyway, you're better off staying out of this while you still can. You don't stand a chance against Devil. He just happens to be related to the great Mr. Satan."
"Heck, you'd be lucky if you make it past the preliminaries," laughed Sam, "Come on, girls, we're wasting our time here."
The three turned and walked off. "Good luck, Zurosu!" Alex called over.
"Good luck? Yeah right," said Clover, "She has anything but!" And they all broke into snobby laughter.
Zurosu sighed and hung her head. "No be sad," said Kurumi offering her candy, "Have a lolly!" Zurosu gave a weak smile and took it.
"Why do you let them talk to you like that?" spoke a voice behind them, "You're obviously a much better person than they are, in about everything."
The two turned to see a man dressed in a black cloak, every inch of his body covered. The only thing sticking out was a lollipop.
Zurosu's smile brightened. "Well, let's just say if I really let them know how I felt, my dad would ban me from ever fighting again."
The cloaked man chuckled. "You definitely are Vegeta's grandchild." He turned and walked off. "See you later."
The two girls watched him disappear into the crowd. "Nice guy!" Kurumi chimed.
Zurosu nodded, "Yeah...” She then did a double take, realizing something. "Wait... how does he know about Grandpa??"
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A/N: I may be taking the whole "kid without a grandfather" a little too far (there are worse things than that, like a kid with no father) but this IS the new generation and the regulars have grandkids now. Goku will ALWAYS come out on top, so Kumo's complaining about never getting to be with him.
Besides, I think having no grandfather sucks. My grandpa on my mom's side died when I was only 3, and my grandfather on my dad's side ignores us (Sorta like Kumo's situation)
“A Dark Premonition”
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Outside in the dark evening, standing some feet behind his house, Kumo stared hard into the starry sky, deep in thought. 'I don't get this...' he thought to himself, 'Why can't I transform into a super saiyan? I'm part saiyan, and I train hard... It doesn't make sense.'
"Rrrraaigh!!!!" Kumo concentrated hard as he powered up as high as possible, his energy sending off an enormous wind around him.
"It's high enough, Kumo," Goten called over to him, "You just need to awaken it!"
"How?!" Kumo shouted, "How do I awaken it??"
"Super Saiyan is awaken by rage... you need to get angry."
"I AM angry!!" Kumo pulled back his fists and let loose another wave of energy, "I'm pissed that I can't go all the way!"
Goten just stood there, arms crossed, intently watching his son. "Use that," he told him, "Channel that anger and push your limits."
"I AM!" Kumo let loose another angry release, his ki rising rapidly and the aura around him increasing. His long hair wavered wildly behind his head and started to stick up in different directions.
'You've almost got it, Kumo...' Goten thought to himself, 'Just a little more.... you can do it, son!'
Kumo gritted his teeth and shook his fists furiously as he powered up more, concentrating on his anger and pure rage. It was there, he could feel it... Just another second.....
He suddenly fell to his knees in exhaustion, and his power dropped immensely. He dug his fingers into the ground in frustration. "Damn.... I almost had it!!"
"You were real close that time, Kumo," Goten smiled and offered his hand, but Kumo ignored him, staring at the tiny holes his fingers made in the ground. "Hey, don't look so down. You'll get it one day. And even if you don't, you're still a strong fighter. I'm very proud of you."
Kumo merely muttered in reply.
Of course his dad would say that. He's his dad, he's supposed to say that. He forgot that he was only seven years old when he made the transformation. Really, what kind of a saiyan warrior can't go super saiyan? Pan had assured him one time that she didn't make the transformation until she was about his age, a little older maybe. But Zurosu could go super saiyan since she was nine. Then again, her transformation was most likely due to training with Vegeta, her grandfather....
Grandfather....
Kumo hated to think of himself as the grandson of the wonderful Goku Son. He was most likely the reason why he couldn't go super saiyan. Of course, he was also the reason why everything else was wrong. Grandma Chichi was in a wheelchair for a few years now, after becoming very sick, mainly due to stress. Part of that stress was no longer having her husband around.
So why was he gone? Because he wanted to get stronger. He was always told that Goku would go off or stay away from home for extended periods in order to increase his strength. When the evil Majin Buu was reborn into Uub, Goku had actually set his own granddaughter aside so he could leave his whole family and train Uub so he could have another fight with "Buu", and Pan was stuck to receive her training from Mr. Satan, which explains her lack of strength. But at least Mr. Satan was a caring grandfather who was always there for Pan. Zurosu had Vegeta, and even Mizu had Uncle Gohan, who would occasionally train her, and even take her out for some fun every other week.
Where was his grandfather? His dad told him that he sacrificed himself to save the world by disappearing with Shenron, the first Dragon God. But Kumo knew the truth... Goku had most likely left without hesitation, going away so that he himself could be stronger. He didn't care about anybody that would be affected by his going away. All he ever cares about was himself...
Grandpa.... damn him!
"KUMO!" Chichi's shrill voice rang about.
Kumo jumped, shrieking. 'How'd she know I was insulting her husband??'
"Young man, just WHAT do you think you're doing outside at night like this??" she scolded as she wheeled herself across the lawn in her wheelchair towards her grandson, "You'll catch a cold if you stay out here like this!"
Kumo cocked and eyebrow, "Grandma, it's the beginning of May..."
"Well, one thing that's getting cold is your dinner! Now get inside and eat or I'll starve you for the whole week! Move it!!"
Kumo sweated slightly. "Ehehheh... sure thing, coming!" He raced behind her, grabbed her chair's handles, and whipped her around and raced back towards the house.
"Kuumoooo!!" Chichi cried, "Take it easy with your grandmother! I'm not as lean as I use to be!"
Kumo grinned as he led her inside. 'Well.... at least she cares about me....'
Far away, in a different dimension, a mighty dragon fell over, grabbing his forehead. Many other dragons came over to his assistance. "My Lord! Are you all right??"
"What troubles you??"
The enormous dragon weakly looked back up at his people. "I feel something... Something dark and evil... A great evil... is about to happen..."
There were many gasps among the dragons. "Great evil? What do you mean?"
"I can feel it...." the high dragon deity spoke, "A great evil is about to occur.... A strong creature, stronger than any other villain to ever exist, is about to come. I don't know where, it feels very close, but it's about to attack all I have created. It is so powerful, it can destroy a single planet in less than an hour. And in one week, will destroy an entire universe. It won't be long before he will exterminate every existence..."
"No!" disapproval rang about the entire group. "Where is this evil coming from?"
"I don't know where it's origin is, but I do know it's coming...." He stood up and raised his arms, "My people, please go out to every dimension and search for this evil! If you find it, try to rid it before it can get any stronger. If it gets too powerful, report back and we'll think of another way to stop it."
The dragons bowed and faded away, disappearing off into different dimensions. Meanwhile, the small figure of a man approached the dragon deity. "Lord Jouten, if I may...?"
The dragon looked down. "Yes?"
"You sent everyone to different dimensions and different places for this great evil," the man spoke, "You don't suppose I can start at Earth, do you?"
Jouten went into deep thought. "You've directly interfered with Earth's affairs once," the deity spoke, "I'm not sure if I can allow you to return..."
"Even with the looming threat of this great evil approaching?" the man smirked, "You know better than me that Earth is practically infested with chaos."
The dragon god sighed. "Very well... You and Shenron are the only ones who know Earth best. You may go..."
The man bowed politely, but still couldn't keep his excitement to himself. "All right!" he grinned, "Thank you!"
It was a long and tedious wait, but it had finally arrive.... the 39th annual Tenkaichi Budokai.
The crowd seemed larger than usual this time, despite the tournament's increasing popularity. There wasn't an inch of walking space as spectators and fighters alike filled the entire arena.
"Sorry," said the man behind the registration desk, "But I'm afraid there's no Children's Division this year..."
Mizu smiled. "That's okay! I'm gonna enter anyway!" The man sighed as he wrote down her name and Akira paid for her entry fee.
Everyone's head perked up suddenly as they looked over into the sky. Gohan grinned and waved. "Hey guys!"
Out of the sky dropped the Briefs family, landing gracefully by the Son clan. Bulma smiled widely as Vegeta placed her down. "Hey everyone! Glad you could all make it!"
"Ditto," Gohan smiled, "Wow, everyone's here! Vegeta, Trunks, Zurosu, even Bra, Uub, Pants, and Baby Jr.!"
"That's Junior!" the tuffle child pouted, "I am NOT a baby anymore..."
"Where's Icalla?" Valese looked around for her friend. Trunks told her she was out picking up her own family and will be by later.
"So the Calvary’s finally here!"
Everybody turned. Standing not too far off was Krillin, Tien, Yamcha, and all their families, as well as Oolong and Master Roshi, who were obviously considered family to them. Bulma clasped her hands together. "I don't believe it!" she cried, "We're all together again! I can't remember the last time we did this!"
"You're starting to get senile," Master Roshi sneered, "You threw a big party last month, remember?"
Bulma snorted. "Least I'm not as old as you..."
"Still, it is nice to be together like this," Goten smiled, "Are you guys entering too?"
Tien nodded. "Pan called us, actually, and suggested that we do. You know, try to make things a little interesting this year."
Zurosu looked up at Pan. "Wow, you really did round them up! You weren't kidding!" Pan only grinned and gave a thumbs-up.
"Well, I'm sure you all would like to get comfortable," said Bulma as she walked towards the stadium, "Come on, I'll escort you all to the executive suite. I just hope we have enough room with all of you..."
"We'll meet up with everyone later," said Kumo, "Mizu, Zurosu, and I want to look around some."
"Us too!" Pants and Junior chimed.
"Me too, me too?" Kurumi, Marron and Zayde's 4-year old daughter, asked while shaking around her mother's hand. Zurosu extended her hand, as if agreeing to watch over her and Kurumi raced over to grab hold.
And with that, everybody went their separate ways.
"Step right up, step right up!" a tall, lanky man called into the crowd of sightseers. He pointed to a tall, muscle-bound bald man, grinning mischievously while sitting at a small table, his elbow on its top and hand sticking up. "Face off against my friend Buff here. Try your luck with an arm wrestling match! Come on now, don't be shy! Only 25 zeni! How cheap is that?" he announced to the passer-bys who were simply ignoring him.
"Hey what's that??" Pants pointed to Buff and his announcer.
"That's just some scam artist," said Kumo, "Come on, Zurosu said she'd buy us lollipops."
The lanky announcer continued to shout on, "Beat Buff, and win 5000 zeni!"
Both Pants and Baby Jr. froze in their tracks. Fifty thousand, huh? They could use new bikes... or better yet, a car!
"Okay, we'll give it a shot!" Pants called over as he and his tuffle brother approached the table.
The man grimaced. "Sorry, kid, grown-ups only."
Pants frowned. "Hey, my brother can clean the floor with you, buster!"
"Do you even have the money?"
Baby Jr. pouted. "No...."
Pants then smirked. "Tell you what.... Let us have as many turns as 5000 will give us. If that guy wins all those times, I'll give you 5000 zeni myself. It's double or nothing for you."
The man stared at him for a moment, then snickered. "Suit yourself kid," he said as he leaned into Buff's ear. "This'll be a snatch, Buff!" he whispered, "It's like taking candy from a baby! Best of all, we get more money out of this!"
"Yeah!" Buff chuckled, "Why rob convenient stores anymore?" He turned to face Pants, as he climbed up into the seat opposite of the big man. He slammed his elbow on the table, the force of it causing the boy to almost fall out of his seat. He took a hold of his hand and rested his elbow on the table.
"Ready, set, GO!"
*BOOM!*
It only took a split second for Buff to slam Pants' hand into the table. The lanky man snickered. "Pathetic," he sneered, "You two may as well pay up!"
"Hey, we STILL have 200 more turns," said Baby Jr, "And it's MY turn now!"
Both Buff and his friend sighed. "Man, this is gonna take all night..."
"How about this, then?" Junior grinned, "Double the wins! Make it 10,000 zeni instead of five." The two shady men grinned at each other over.
"If you insist," Lanky snided as Pants and Junior switched positions. Junior took a hold of Buff's hand and laid his elbow on the table. "Ready, set, go!"
*BAM!*
In another split second, the wall next to them had crumbled into pieces. Lanky just stared on wide-eyed and mouth agape having seen the little tuffle throw Buff into the cement wall with a flick of his arm. Baby Jr. only snickered at this.
"Well my good friend!" chimed Pants as he slapped the man's bottom, "I believe you owe us TEN thousand zeni." The man, not taking his eyes off Buff, dove into his pocket and handed the boy a stack of money. "Oh, and, here's for the two tries," he said as he handed back 2 bills. "See, we aren't REALLY bad kids."
"Later!" Junior called back as he and Pants headed off.
Lanky shook his head of his senses and went to help his friend. "Darn, they took all our money! Those little scam artists...."
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!"
The two shrieked, jumped to their feet, and ran away from the approaching policemen. "Stop in the name of the law! You're under arrest for robbery and scamming!"
Meanwhile, Pants and Junior counted the money they earned. "I'm tellin' ya Junior," said Pants, "With my brains and your brawn, we're gonna get really rich one day!"
"Omigawsh, did you see that cute hunk look at me?" Clover squealed.
"Hell-O, he was looking at me," said Sam.
"I think he was looking at the old woman behind us," said Alex.
"Whatever. He looked SO hot in that uniform," said Sam, "I can't wait until he takes off his shirt to fight."
"Yeah, but it's too bad these guys smell like sweat," Clover sighed.
Alex looked over and blinked. "Hey guys, look over there!" she pointed to a lollipop stand, "It's Zurosu!"
"Huh?!" the other two came over and looked where Alex was pointing.
"Hey, it IS her!" said Clover, "What is she doing here, and what's with that hideous outfit?"
"Surely she doesn't think she's going to enter, does she?" sneered Sam, "Devil will chew her up and spit her out."
"If not some other random Joe-schmo from the first round," said Clover.
"I have an idea!..." said Alex, "Let's go make fun of her!"
Sam and Clover gave a funny look, but then smiled. "Not exactly the brightest idea," said Clover, "But it's the best I've heard all day."
The man handed Zurosu a tray of lollipops and thanked her for her business. She turned to hand Kurumi a lollipop and came face to face with three of her least favorite people. "Hiii, Zurosuuu," Sam mocked.
"Oh no...." Zurosu sighed while Kurumi blinked, confused.
"Don’t you know that blue went out last season," said Clover, noting the gi Zurosu had on, "You know, I'm not sure if anybody’s told you this, but this is a Martial Arts tournament, not a Loser Convention."
Zurosu glowered. "Don't tell me you came out all this way just to make me feel miserable..."
"Pssh! As if!" Clover threw her hand, "Like we'd actually set aside time and devote anything to you? Like, get over yourself!" She then clasped her hands together and went into a dreamlike-state. "We're here to support my precious Devil. He's competing for the first time, and I just know he's going to win!"
She sighed happily, "I can see it now... Him winning first place, the crowd cheering, then I shout out his name and he hears me even over all the commotion. He sees me, smiles, and I come running into his arms. We look into each other's eyes, declare our undying love, and live happily ever--"
"Hold on a moment!!" Sam rudely woke her from her daydream, "I thought we agreed that Devil was going to be my guy!!"
"What-ever!" sneered Clover, "He so totally has the hots for me."
"Yeah right!!"
"I wanna date Devil..." Alex dumbly intervened.
The three suddenly looked over at Zurosu, who was giving them all a far-off look.
"What are YOU staring at, scrub??" Clover shouted, "Anyway, you're better off staying out of this while you still can. You don't stand a chance against Devil. He just happens to be related to the great Mr. Satan."
"Heck, you'd be lucky if you make it past the preliminaries," laughed Sam, "Come on, girls, we're wasting our time here."
The three turned and walked off. "Good luck, Zurosu!" Alex called over.
"Good luck? Yeah right," said Clover, "She has anything but!" And they all broke into snobby laughter.
Zurosu sighed and hung her head. "No be sad," said Kurumi offering her candy, "Have a lolly!" Zurosu gave a weak smile and took it.
"Why do you let them talk to you like that?" spoke a voice behind them, "You're obviously a much better person than they are, in about everything."
The two turned to see a man dressed in a black cloak, every inch of his body covered. The only thing sticking out was a lollipop.
Zurosu's smile brightened. "Well, let's just say if I really let them know how I felt, my dad would ban me from ever fighting again."
The cloaked man chuckled. "You definitely are Vegeta's grandchild." He turned and walked off. "See you later."
The two girls watched him disappear into the crowd. "Nice guy!" Kurumi chimed.
Zurosu nodded, "Yeah...” She then did a double take, realizing something. "Wait... how does he know about Grandpa??"
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A/N: I may be taking the whole "kid without a grandfather" a little too far (there are worse things than that, like a kid with no father) but this IS the new generation and the regulars have grandkids now. Goku will ALWAYS come out on top, so Kumo's complaining about never getting to be with him.
Besides, I think having no grandfather sucks. My grandpa on my mom's side died when I was only 3, and my grandfather on my dad's side ignores us (Sorta like Kumo's situation)