Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragon Ball XG ❯ Preliminaries ( Chapter 24 )
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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: 2.5K | Visits: 208 | 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: 2.5K | Visits: 208 | Status: Work In Progress
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“Preliminaries”
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Over an hour later, the preliminaries were starting to begin. All the participants filed into the competition hall. Warriors from all over the world sparred with one another and stretched their limbs, passing time until things finally started up. Trunks explained to everyone how the new drawing system worked. Being that there were more and more contestants every three years, the officials created a slot-machine type with digital numbers that would randomly shuffle the number of contestants upon the pull of a lever, and then after hitting a big red button, the system stopped randomizing and your number would appear.
Zurosu told Vegeta about the man in the black cloak and asked if he knew anyone who wore that attire. Vegeta responded that he's known many people wearing cloaks, and that there were countless people around them wearing such a thing as they spoke. Either way, he told her, there was nothing to worry about. He could take out the entire hall this very moment if he felt like it.
After a while, the kimono-wearing spokesman entered and grabbed everyone's attention with a megaphone. "Welcome, one and all, to the 39th Tenkaichi Budokai, as you know, is held every three years," he announced, "This year, we have a grand total of 256 competitors, however, only sixteen will advance to the final matches." People seemed rather surprised at the large amount of people entering. "The same rules apply," he continued, "If you fall off your designated mat, lose consciousness, or cry for mercy, you lose. Weapons are not allowed, nor is the killing of your opponent. Now if you will please line up at the slot machine in the back, and tell the official your name in order to draw your number." The big crowd moved around in order to get into a straight line as everyone began the process of receiving their number.
"Two-hundred and fifty six??" sighed Gohan, "Man, at this rate, by the time we finish drawing, we won't have any time to fight."
Pan glanced down at the line, noticing its rather quick pace. "It's actually not that slow, Dad," she said, "It shouldn't take too long."
"Besides, everyone here is a bunch of weaklings," added Vegeta, "We'll be finished this entire thing by the end of the day..."
Vegeta and Pan turned out to be right. The drawing took no more than an hour, and it wasn't long before everyone was set up and the matches began. All the Z fighters had breezed through their first matches in only half an hour.
"Number 133, VS. Number 135, please climb up!" the referee called. A middle-aged woman and a young man climbed up onto block three. Gohan, who was assigned to this mat, did a double take as he noticed the boy had a striking resemblance to Yamcha, only with blue hair.
"Good luck, son!" Yamcha called over proudly. The young man smiled and nodded.
"Son??" Gohan almost jumped back, "He's your kid??"
"Of course he is," Yamcha frowned, "You'd know that if you'd only kept in touch...."
"Right... sorry..."
The contestant known as Luckii wasn't very lucky as a swift kick to her chest knocked her off the mat. "The winner, number 135!"
Everyone around the mat applauded as Yamcha's son quietly left the mat. Gohan politely introduced himself to the boy, and Yamcha introduced him as Dao.
The next familiar match was over at Mat 4, where Seventeen was sadistically giving the smackdown to another man. "Mercy! I GIVE UP!" the man cried.
"But I was just starting to have fun," Seventeen smirked.
The referee called off the match, claiming the android as the winner. "You haven't seemed to change one bit," Eighteen smiled as Seventeen left the mat and greeted her.
"Actually, I've become much nicer since I was wished back."
"That's saying something..."
Shortly afterwards, Uub and Tien finished their next matches at the same time. And to everyone's surprise, Yamcha had even advanced on. Slightly offended, he told everyone that he had received "special training"... then again, how hard could it be to beat a man wearing a chicken costume?
Goten and Pan went at the same time on different mats. Akira and Mizu obviously went to watch their wife's/mother's match, which was against a suave looking man with slick black hair. Pan couldn't help but wonder why he looked so familiar. "Ready... and begin!" cried the referee.
The man dropped into a battle stance with a look that shouted an easy win for him. Pan only smiled and played along, dropping into a stance and pretending to be serious. "You're pretty," said the man, "But looks can only get you so far..."
Pan blinked. "Where have I heard that before...?"
"Come on, quit standing around!" Akira shouted, "Knock him out, Pan!"
The man's face suddenly contorted to fear. "P... PAN?!" Memories suddenly flashed back into his mind of the scary 14-year old girl who had single-handedly took out a bunch of armed men on their first date.
Pan recognized that frightened look, and finally figured out who this guy was. "Popelle?!"
"Gh...guh... DON'T HURT ME!!! STAY AWAY!!!" Popelle turned and raced out of the competition hall as if his life depended on it.
"COME BACK HERE, YOU JERK!!!" Pan shouted as she took chase after the coward, "I still have to pay you back for breaking my heart!!! I'll give you a reason to be afraid of me!!!"
The referees blinked at each other, quite confused. Finally, one spoke, "Erm, the man left the mat first, so we’ll just give this to Miss Pan."
Akira and Mizu looked at each other, confused themselves, and merely shrugged. Meanwhile, Goten had won his match as well.
A short while later, the fighters were continuing to win their matches and advancing forward. Mizu was eventually called up to fight against an enormous man with well-built muscles, wearing a spiked helmet, and towered over the little saiyan girl over 10 heads. Mizu shook a little, clearly nervous. "He looks like he's much stronger than me," she mewed.
"Don't worry, honey," Pan smiled and patted her head, "Like my grandpa use to tell me, looks can be deceiving. Just because he's bigger doesn't mean you're weaker."
Mizu nodded and entered the mat, facing her large opponent.
"Ready... and BEGIN!"
The large man hurtled towards Mizu, without the least bit of consideration for her well being as he slammed his fist towards her head. Mizu easily leaped over the attack, high enough to become eye-level with the giant, and slapped him across the face. The man staggered over in shock, and Mizu was able to kick him off the mat.
"Winner, #45!" the referee announced.
"That's my girl!" Pan cheered, "I taught her that move myself! Bwahahaha!"
The matches were pretty much the same as the day lingered on. Obviously the strongest would advance through, some with just a single blow, while others (mostly whole had never saved the world before) had to fight hard for it. But like Vegeta said, the matches were easy and everything was going by quickly.
"You ain't so tough! You ain't so tough!" the boxer bounced from one end of the mat to the other in front of Devil, fists up, trying to be intimidating with his Sylvester Stallone-like voice, "You ain't so--"
*BAM!*
It took one punch to the face to take him out. "The winner, #214!"
"Mreow!" the teenaged punk smirked at Pan, "Yoah a cutie! Whatya say we skip the fightin' and get to the lovin'?"
Pan raised an eyebrow. "How old are you, kid?"
"How old are you?"
"TOO old for you..."
"Age shouldn't matta," the boy sneered, "Come on, don't you think Ah'm too hot to be bruised?"
"Ikosa, knock it off!" Zurosu shouted to her cousin, "Big Sister will mess you up badly if you keep this crap up!"
"Come on, Zu, you know me!" Ikosa Jr. smirked back at her, "Ah won 1st place champion at mah school 3 times in a row! What's the worse a little housewife gonna do...?"
The next thing he knew, he was sent crashing into the wall by a simple rap of Pan's knuckles. "Grow up, punk!"
Zurosu shook her head, "I know you way too well, Ikosa..."
“You’re sadly mistaken if you think you can beat me!” Devil’s father spoke to the cloaked man across from him, “I am a Satan descendent! I will take over my great-uncle’s championship!” He lunged at the man, only to be flipped over his shoulder and out of the mat.
During that fight, all eyes were glued to Block 2, where Eighteen's match was about to begin.
"Ooooo how cuuuute!" people were squealing towards the green-haired fairy-like baby who was Eighteen's next opponent. The fairy-like creature greeted the android with a bunch of "poop" and "peep" sounds.
"Ready... begin!"
Eighteen just stood there, looking at the creature, not entirely sure how to approach it. It didn't look like it could fight very well, but then again, it must be strong if it made it this far.
"Ko pi pi, kuu poo pee!" the creature chimed adorably, before pointing her antennae at Eighteen and giving her a nasty shock. The android fell backwards, smoking black from the shock, and coughed some smoke. "Pee pee ko pi puu!" the creature danced around while floating in the air.
Eighteen slammed her palms on the ground and forced herself back to her feet. "You little shit!"
The fairy-baby turned to face Eighteen, blinking at her innocently. "Ko pi..?"
The crowd swooned at the cuteness. Eighteen's face even lightened up. "You're cute..." She suddenly grabbed the creature by the wings and tossed her off the mat, "But I don't care for cute stuff..."
Speaking of "slumps", while Akira was finishing off a certain Toriyama-bot, Kumo's next match was about to begin. "Number 123 and number 127, please climb on the mat!" the referee announced. Kumo was already on, but his opponent was nowhere to be found. "Number 127?"
"Arale, that's you!" hissed a curly-red head.
"Oh!" Just then, a small girl with purple hair and big thick glasses climbed up onto the mat. She turned to Kumo and waved her hand. "N'cha!"
Kumo sweated slightly. "Um... right back at you." He then sighed to himself. "Sheesh, this kid looks as if she couldn't find her butt even with both hands behind her back. I'd better take it easy on her..."
Just then, he felt a tug at his pant leg, and he turned to face a man who's face was hidden deep in his cloak. "Er, hold on a sec," he told the referee, and knelt down to the man, "What do you want?"
"Do you remember when you started entering the tournaments?" the man asked.
"Yeah... what about it?"
"The problem your opponents had was that they underestimated you," said the stranger, "They assumed that because you were a small child that they didn't need to go full out. Remember, looks can be deceiving...” With that, he stepped backwards into the crowd.
Kumo blinked, taking in his words. Was he saying that this girl was actually stronger than she appeared? The same girl who was giving some random stranger a frog-face while her redhead friend yelled at her to quit it. Well, he didn't want to make the same mistakes those losers made when he was just a kid entering the Budokai. He turned to face Miss Arale and dropped in a stance. Arale in response offered a piece of poop on a stick.
"Ready... and BEGIN!"
Once the words left the referee's mouth, Arale charged straight towards Kumo, her arms wide out like an airplane, and chiming, "Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!!!". She rammed straight into his gut, knocking him off the mat. He barely caught himself with his ki before he could touch the floor, and although with the wind knocked out of him, he managed to float back onto the mat in front of air. Arale cocked her head to the side. "Hoyo? You can fly?"
Kumo coughed as his breath finally caught up with him. 'She's IS strong,' he thought to himself, 'Good thing I had a warning about her...' he straightened up and grinned, 'So now I don't need to hold back!' He pulled back his arm, charged at the girl, and slammed his fist into the side of her head....
*CLANG*
His eyes watered as his fist felt as if it cracked into a million pieces upon impact. This girl felt like she was made of the strongest steel alloy ever made! He jumped back, yelping in pain, and held his poor little fist as it throbbed. Arale only doubled over in laughter. "Hahahaha! You're funny!!"
Kumo gritted his teeth. He had enough of his brat! He pulled both his hands to his side and created a blue energy. "Ka, me, ha, me...." he shot his hands forward, aiming at the little girl, "HA!!!"
"Hoyooooooo!!!" Arale cried as the attack struck her head on and sent her out the wall and far off over the horizon.
Kumo looked on astonished as the energy beam died down and everyone around him was in shock. "Did.... I over do it?" he asked meekly.
As if to respond, Arale suddenly appeared in the hole in the wall, her only damage being singed. "Again! Again!" she squealed.
Everyone crashed onto their faces. The cloaked man only chuckled. "Well, Kumo, at least you advanced..."
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A.N: Okay, I’ll leave it there for now. Basically, the preliminary section is just our guys beating the crap out of everyone. There’s more of that next chapter.
You’re probably confused about the whole Yamcha deal, with his son and his “special training”. I’m following RMK’s version of Yamcha, where he isn’t portrayed as a playboy weak-ass and marries his longtime friend and has two children with her, Dao and Kettle. He also has a plan for Yamcha sometime in the future how he gets much stronger. I don’t know what that plan is, so for now I’m referring to it as “special training”. Since Yamcha is barely seen in GT, and Kyle hasn’t paid a great deal of attention towards him, it’s easy to say that the others didn’t keep in touch with him. I will post the links to RMK's stuff on the reviews section.
I also enjoyed writing in Dr. Slump characters XD I had planned that whole Kumo VS. Arale thing for over a year now
“Preliminaries”
ooo
Over an hour later, the preliminaries were starting to begin. All the participants filed into the competition hall. Warriors from all over the world sparred with one another and stretched their limbs, passing time until things finally started up. Trunks explained to everyone how the new drawing system worked. Being that there were more and more contestants every three years, the officials created a slot-machine type with digital numbers that would randomly shuffle the number of contestants upon the pull of a lever, and then after hitting a big red button, the system stopped randomizing and your number would appear.
Zurosu told Vegeta about the man in the black cloak and asked if he knew anyone who wore that attire. Vegeta responded that he's known many people wearing cloaks, and that there were countless people around them wearing such a thing as they spoke. Either way, he told her, there was nothing to worry about. He could take out the entire hall this very moment if he felt like it.
After a while, the kimono-wearing spokesman entered and grabbed everyone's attention with a megaphone. "Welcome, one and all, to the 39th Tenkaichi Budokai, as you know, is held every three years," he announced, "This year, we have a grand total of 256 competitors, however, only sixteen will advance to the final matches." People seemed rather surprised at the large amount of people entering. "The same rules apply," he continued, "If you fall off your designated mat, lose consciousness, or cry for mercy, you lose. Weapons are not allowed, nor is the killing of your opponent. Now if you will please line up at the slot machine in the back, and tell the official your name in order to draw your number." The big crowd moved around in order to get into a straight line as everyone began the process of receiving their number.
"Two-hundred and fifty six??" sighed Gohan, "Man, at this rate, by the time we finish drawing, we won't have any time to fight."
Pan glanced down at the line, noticing its rather quick pace. "It's actually not that slow, Dad," she said, "It shouldn't take too long."
"Besides, everyone here is a bunch of weaklings," added Vegeta, "We'll be finished this entire thing by the end of the day..."
Vegeta and Pan turned out to be right. The drawing took no more than an hour, and it wasn't long before everyone was set up and the matches began. All the Z fighters had breezed through their first matches in only half an hour.
"Number 133, VS. Number 135, please climb up!" the referee called. A middle-aged woman and a young man climbed up onto block three. Gohan, who was assigned to this mat, did a double take as he noticed the boy had a striking resemblance to Yamcha, only with blue hair.
"Good luck, son!" Yamcha called over proudly. The young man smiled and nodded.
"Son??" Gohan almost jumped back, "He's your kid??"
"Of course he is," Yamcha frowned, "You'd know that if you'd only kept in touch...."
"Right... sorry..."
The contestant known as Luckii wasn't very lucky as a swift kick to her chest knocked her off the mat. "The winner, number 135!"
Everyone around the mat applauded as Yamcha's son quietly left the mat. Gohan politely introduced himself to the boy, and Yamcha introduced him as Dao.
The next familiar match was over at Mat 4, where Seventeen was sadistically giving the smackdown to another man. "Mercy! I GIVE UP!" the man cried.
"But I was just starting to have fun," Seventeen smirked.
The referee called off the match, claiming the android as the winner. "You haven't seemed to change one bit," Eighteen smiled as Seventeen left the mat and greeted her.
"Actually, I've become much nicer since I was wished back."
"That's saying something..."
Shortly afterwards, Uub and Tien finished their next matches at the same time. And to everyone's surprise, Yamcha had even advanced on. Slightly offended, he told everyone that he had received "special training"... then again, how hard could it be to beat a man wearing a chicken costume?
Goten and Pan went at the same time on different mats. Akira and Mizu obviously went to watch their wife's/mother's match, which was against a suave looking man with slick black hair. Pan couldn't help but wonder why he looked so familiar. "Ready... and begin!" cried the referee.
The man dropped into a battle stance with a look that shouted an easy win for him. Pan only smiled and played along, dropping into a stance and pretending to be serious. "You're pretty," said the man, "But looks can only get you so far..."
Pan blinked. "Where have I heard that before...?"
"Come on, quit standing around!" Akira shouted, "Knock him out, Pan!"
The man's face suddenly contorted to fear. "P... PAN?!" Memories suddenly flashed back into his mind of the scary 14-year old girl who had single-handedly took out a bunch of armed men on their first date.
Pan recognized that frightened look, and finally figured out who this guy was. "Popelle?!"
"Gh...guh... DON'T HURT ME!!! STAY AWAY!!!" Popelle turned and raced out of the competition hall as if his life depended on it.
"COME BACK HERE, YOU JERK!!!" Pan shouted as she took chase after the coward, "I still have to pay you back for breaking my heart!!! I'll give you a reason to be afraid of me!!!"
The referees blinked at each other, quite confused. Finally, one spoke, "Erm, the man left the mat first, so we’ll just give this to Miss Pan."
Akira and Mizu looked at each other, confused themselves, and merely shrugged. Meanwhile, Goten had won his match as well.
A short while later, the fighters were continuing to win their matches and advancing forward. Mizu was eventually called up to fight against an enormous man with well-built muscles, wearing a spiked helmet, and towered over the little saiyan girl over 10 heads. Mizu shook a little, clearly nervous. "He looks like he's much stronger than me," she mewed.
"Don't worry, honey," Pan smiled and patted her head, "Like my grandpa use to tell me, looks can be deceiving. Just because he's bigger doesn't mean you're weaker."
Mizu nodded and entered the mat, facing her large opponent.
"Ready... and BEGIN!"
The large man hurtled towards Mizu, without the least bit of consideration for her well being as he slammed his fist towards her head. Mizu easily leaped over the attack, high enough to become eye-level with the giant, and slapped him across the face. The man staggered over in shock, and Mizu was able to kick him off the mat.
"Winner, #45!" the referee announced.
"That's my girl!" Pan cheered, "I taught her that move myself! Bwahahaha!"
The matches were pretty much the same as the day lingered on. Obviously the strongest would advance through, some with just a single blow, while others (mostly whole had never saved the world before) had to fight hard for it. But like Vegeta said, the matches were easy and everything was going by quickly.
"You ain't so tough! You ain't so tough!" the boxer bounced from one end of the mat to the other in front of Devil, fists up, trying to be intimidating with his Sylvester Stallone-like voice, "You ain't so--"
*BAM!*
It took one punch to the face to take him out. "The winner, #214!"
"Mreow!" the teenaged punk smirked at Pan, "Yoah a cutie! Whatya say we skip the fightin' and get to the lovin'?"
Pan raised an eyebrow. "How old are you, kid?"
"How old are you?"
"TOO old for you..."
"Age shouldn't matta," the boy sneered, "Come on, don't you think Ah'm too hot to be bruised?"
"Ikosa, knock it off!" Zurosu shouted to her cousin, "Big Sister will mess you up badly if you keep this crap up!"
"Come on, Zu, you know me!" Ikosa Jr. smirked back at her, "Ah won 1st place champion at mah school 3 times in a row! What's the worse a little housewife gonna do...?"
The next thing he knew, he was sent crashing into the wall by a simple rap of Pan's knuckles. "Grow up, punk!"
Zurosu shook her head, "I know you way too well, Ikosa..."
“You’re sadly mistaken if you think you can beat me!” Devil’s father spoke to the cloaked man across from him, “I am a Satan descendent! I will take over my great-uncle’s championship!” He lunged at the man, only to be flipped over his shoulder and out of the mat.
During that fight, all eyes were glued to Block 2, where Eighteen's match was about to begin.
"Ooooo how cuuuute!" people were squealing towards the green-haired fairy-like baby who was Eighteen's next opponent. The fairy-like creature greeted the android with a bunch of "poop" and "peep" sounds.
"Ready... begin!"
Eighteen just stood there, looking at the creature, not entirely sure how to approach it. It didn't look like it could fight very well, but then again, it must be strong if it made it this far.
"Ko pi pi, kuu poo pee!" the creature chimed adorably, before pointing her antennae at Eighteen and giving her a nasty shock. The android fell backwards, smoking black from the shock, and coughed some smoke. "Pee pee ko pi puu!" the creature danced around while floating in the air.
Eighteen slammed her palms on the ground and forced herself back to her feet. "You little shit!"
The fairy-baby turned to face Eighteen, blinking at her innocently. "Ko pi..?"
The crowd swooned at the cuteness. Eighteen's face even lightened up. "You're cute..." She suddenly grabbed the creature by the wings and tossed her off the mat, "But I don't care for cute stuff..."
Speaking of "slumps", while Akira was finishing off a certain Toriyama-bot, Kumo's next match was about to begin. "Number 123 and number 127, please climb on the mat!" the referee announced. Kumo was already on, but his opponent was nowhere to be found. "Number 127?"
"Arale, that's you!" hissed a curly-red head.
"Oh!" Just then, a small girl with purple hair and big thick glasses climbed up onto the mat. She turned to Kumo and waved her hand. "N'cha!"
Kumo sweated slightly. "Um... right back at you." He then sighed to himself. "Sheesh, this kid looks as if she couldn't find her butt even with both hands behind her back. I'd better take it easy on her..."
Just then, he felt a tug at his pant leg, and he turned to face a man who's face was hidden deep in his cloak. "Er, hold on a sec," he told the referee, and knelt down to the man, "What do you want?"
"Do you remember when you started entering the tournaments?" the man asked.
"Yeah... what about it?"
"The problem your opponents had was that they underestimated you," said the stranger, "They assumed that because you were a small child that they didn't need to go full out. Remember, looks can be deceiving...” With that, he stepped backwards into the crowd.
Kumo blinked, taking in his words. Was he saying that this girl was actually stronger than she appeared? The same girl who was giving some random stranger a frog-face while her redhead friend yelled at her to quit it. Well, he didn't want to make the same mistakes those losers made when he was just a kid entering the Budokai. He turned to face Miss Arale and dropped in a stance. Arale in response offered a piece of poop on a stick.
"Ready... and BEGIN!"
Once the words left the referee's mouth, Arale charged straight towards Kumo, her arms wide out like an airplane, and chiming, "Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!!!". She rammed straight into his gut, knocking him off the mat. He barely caught himself with his ki before he could touch the floor, and although with the wind knocked out of him, he managed to float back onto the mat in front of air. Arale cocked her head to the side. "Hoyo? You can fly?"
Kumo coughed as his breath finally caught up with him. 'She's IS strong,' he thought to himself, 'Good thing I had a warning about her...' he straightened up and grinned, 'So now I don't need to hold back!' He pulled back his arm, charged at the girl, and slammed his fist into the side of her head....
*CLANG*
His eyes watered as his fist felt as if it cracked into a million pieces upon impact. This girl felt like she was made of the strongest steel alloy ever made! He jumped back, yelping in pain, and held his poor little fist as it throbbed. Arale only doubled over in laughter. "Hahahaha! You're funny!!"
Kumo gritted his teeth. He had enough of his brat! He pulled both his hands to his side and created a blue energy. "Ka, me, ha, me...." he shot his hands forward, aiming at the little girl, "HA!!!"
"Hoyooooooo!!!" Arale cried as the attack struck her head on and sent her out the wall and far off over the horizon.
Kumo looked on astonished as the energy beam died down and everyone around him was in shock. "Did.... I over do it?" he asked meekly.
As if to respond, Arale suddenly appeared in the hole in the wall, her only damage being singed. "Again! Again!" she squealed.
Everyone crashed onto their faces. The cloaked man only chuckled. "Well, Kumo, at least you advanced..."
oooooooooooooooooooooo
A.N: Okay, I’ll leave it there for now. Basically, the preliminary section is just our guys beating the crap out of everyone. There’s more of that next chapter.
You’re probably confused about the whole Yamcha deal, with his son and his “special training”. I’m following RMK’s version of Yamcha, where he isn’t portrayed as a playboy weak-ass and marries his longtime friend and has two children with her, Dao and Kettle. He also has a plan for Yamcha sometime in the future how he gets much stronger. I don’t know what that plan is, so for now I’m referring to it as “special training”. Since Yamcha is barely seen in GT, and Kyle hasn’t paid a great deal of attention towards him, it’s easy to say that the others didn’t keep in touch with him. I will post the links to RMK's stuff on the reviews section.
I also enjoyed writing in Dr. Slump characters XD I had planned that whole Kumo VS. Arale thing for over a year now