Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragon Ball XG ❯ And The Winners Are... ( Chapter 25 )
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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: 2.4K | Visits: 268 | 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: 2.4K | Visits: 268 | Status: Work In Progress
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“And the Winners Are…”
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"Number 60 and Number 62, please enter the mat!"
"Uwaaahhh!!!" the man in the black balaclava howled and made ridiculous poses, "You cannot defeat me! For I am the lethal Black Ninja! Wazaaaaa!!!"
Vegeta just stood there, arms crossed, glaring at the ninja. Black Ninja jumped in circles all around Vegeta, threatening his palms and squealing like a dying chicken. Vegeta just boredly watched him hops all over the mat.
"Ha HA!" the Black Ninja landed across from him on the other side of the mat, "You frozen in fear of my elite ninjitsu power! Now you shall taste defeat of my Sole-Tromping-Raddish-High-Kick-jitsu! WAZAAA!!!" He jumped into the air and aimed his foot at Vegeta's head. Vegeta, however, simply cocked his head to the side as Black Ninja soared past him, and landed on his butt outside the mat.
"Winner, number 60!"
"NO FAIR!" the Black Ninja whined, "He cheated! He moved his head where I was suppose to hit! I wanna rematch! REEEMAAATCH!!!"
Vegeta groaned, exasperated. "Why do I always get the moronic fighters? Why can't I ever fight a more worthy opponent?"
Shortly after Vegeta's so-called match, the final rounds were beginning. "The winner!" the referee from block four shouted, "Number two-hundred and three!"
"That's Number Seventeen to you, buster," Seventeen raised his fist nonchalantly in the air, signaling his win to the finals.
Uub was up against a creature similar to what Eighteen had faced earlier, and babbled on with its constant "ko pee peep" noises. Uub blinked. "What is that thing?"
"Good luck, Gatchan!" a teen curly-haired redhead called out.
"Gatchan..?" the tanned warrior looked on at the green-haired floating fairy-like baby. The crowd around the mat cooed and giggled over the intense cuteness radiating from the creature. Uub smiled. "Now how did a cutie like you manage to get this far?"
*B-ZAAAAAP!!*
"Gyaaah!!!" Uub fell to the floor, smoking black after receiving a nasty shock from the angel, who clapped her hands and cooed some more. "Oh.... so THAT'S how..."
"That's about all it can do, you know," Eighteen called over from the side of the mat, "Just grab it and toss it out."
"But.... it's so cute!"
"Oh brother..."
"Ko pe ko pipi?" Gatchan cocked her head to the side, then looked over across the hall, noticing her identical twin resting upon Arale's head, and her friend, the curly-haired redhead. None of them managed to advance to the finals. Further down, she also saw many people who this man had arrived with winning and going on to the finals. Smiling, she chirped some more, floated over to Uub, kissed his cheek, and floated down to her friends.
Arale blinked. "Hoyo? Gatchan, you're not going on?"
The redhead sighed, "You've seen all these other guys... She wouldn't last a minute in the finals."
"Contestant #67 forfeits! Number 78 qualifies for the finals!"
Uub just lay there, still smoking, and face turning red. "Ha ha ha.... Nothing can get past me, no matter how cute it is!"
During Uub's fight, the last matches for the preliminaries were starting on Block Three. Tien was up against Dao, Yamcha's son.
"My father told me a great deal about you," Dao smiled and dropped into a stance, "It will be an honor to face against you."
Tien smiled and dropped down himself. "Yamcha's son, huh?" he said, "The pleasure is all mine."
"Ready... and begin!"
The two warriors charged at each other. Dao quickly ducked left to avoid Tien's punch, and aimed his knee at his gut. Tien was able to jump back and avoid the blow and swept his leg at Dao's feet. The blue-haired young man gracefully leapt over the attack and attempted to strike the triclops with a spin-kick whilst in midair. Tien leaned back and back-flipped across the mat, stopping just before the edge, then launching himself at the young man. Dao charged at the elder warrior himself, and the two clenched each other’s fists, trying to push forward. After a long moment, the two finally jumped back and threw hits at each other at a rapid speed.
Meanwhile, the gathered crowd watched in amazement as they saw colorful blurs whiz back and forth and deafening hits. "Wow..." a man murmured, "They may as well be fighting in the Budokai."
Yamcha grinned. "You kidding? This is nothing compared to the Budokai fights."
The two on the mat continued exchanged attacks and blocks back and forth. Dao swung his leg towards Tien's head, and Tien ducked, but quickly shot his arm in the arm, grabbing the boy's ankle and tossing him across the mat. Dao flipped over onto his feet and skidded to a halt before he could fall off. He looked up at his opponent, just as he was shooting towards him.
Dao raised his fists and an aura formed around him. "Wolf Fang Fist!!!" he shouted as he unleashed his father's favorite technique, pummeling Tien with fists of fury. Tien raised his arms to his face to block the blows, and used this stance to help concentrated his ki. Finally, his fists clenched, he pulled back his arms as he unleashed a mighty scream, powerful enough to stop the Wolf Fang Fist, and knock Dao back a few feet. Tien took the opportunity to charge at Dao once more and attempted to hook him. Dao barely backed away from the attack, but wasn't quick enough as Tien whipped around the other direction and strike him in the side with his leg, knocking him off the mat. Dao tried grabbing the side, but he had already landed outside of the block.
"Winner, #144!" the referee announced, "He will advance to the finals!"
Dao got up to his feet and rubbed his side. "I'm sorry, Father," he said as Yamcha approached him.
Yamcha simply placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't be," he told his son, "You did your best. I'm very proud of you, especially how you pulled off the Wolf Fang Fist there."
Tien approached the two. "It may not have been a long match," he told the younger man, "But you certainly fought very well. I can see much potential in you."
Dao smiled. "Thanks," he said as the two shook hands, "But it's only natural that the best one wins."
Not before long, Goten, Pan, and Yamcha had won their matches at the same time. A big gorilla-like monster named King Krong nearly gave Devil a run for his money, but he was able to drop kick the monkey into unconsciousness and advanced to the finals himself.
The last matches were winding down, and it was now Mizu's turn. She approached the mat and faced her opponent, the mysterious cloaked stranger. Thinking nothing of him, Mizu gave a polite bow with her fist in her palm. The stranger, surprisingly, mimicked the very same bow.
"Ready... and BEGIN!"
Mizu immediately shot at the cloaked man and jumped to the air, swiping her hand at his face, but only managing to hit his afterimage as he suddenly appeared behind her and struck her in the back. She slammed on her belly near the edge of the mat, coughing and looking back at her opponent, who was just standing there, as if waiting for her to get back up and try again.
"Mizu, are you okay??" Pan cried as she and Akira raced to the edge of the mat.
Mizu got back to her feet and rubbed her mouth. "Yeah," she responded, "But that guy's strong! Can I beat him?"
"He's just like all the others you beat!" Pan smiled, "Just be on your guard and kick his butt!"
Mizu nodded and turned to face the man once more. Akira lightly pulled on Pan's arm. "I wouldn't let her get ahead of herself," he whispered, "That guy moved way too fast for her, and was able to hit her with just a single knock."
"Come on, Akira," said Pan, "Have faith in your daughter! So she slightly overestimated this guy, it's not like he's some super strong fighter. I mean, he doesn't even emit any ki!"
"True," Akira's eyes narrowed, "But neither do I."
Mizu shot herself at the cloaked stranger once more, throwing fists at his face, but only to have him cock his head left to right, back and forth at every attempt. Having to jump up and down constantly in order to reach his head wasn't helping the little girl either. As she landed once more, the man suddenly placed his hand on her head, keeping her from jumping up once more. Slightly shell-shocked, Mizu scowled and attempted to escape by running backwards, but the man's grip was surprisingly strong.
"Come on, Mizu, get out of there!" Pan called over.
"I'm tryin!" Mizu cried, her fists waving madly, "But he's too strong!"
Suddenly, the man's leg struck forward. He lightly kicking Mizu, but however, it was still powerful enough to knock her across the mat. Before she could hit the ground and possibly fall out of bounds, the man suddenly appeared behind her, upper cutting her into the air, and quickly following her. Mizu didn't have time to use her ki to slow herself down before the stranger knocked hard into her, sending her full force towards the ground out of the mat, face first.
"Mizu!!" Pan cried in horror.
Mizu screamed as the floorboards came violently closer and shut her eyes... and suddenly was halted. She slowly uncovered her eyes, and noticed she was somehow hovering just inches above the floor. Glancing up, she saw the cloaked stranger, still standing on the mat, holding her by her saiyan tail, thus preventing a deadly crash. He gently lowered her onto the ground.
"Out of bounds!" the referee called, "Number 40 advances!"
Pan quickly rushed over to her little daughter, and checked her over for injuries. "Drat..." Mizu pouted, "I can't believe I lost to someone weaker..."
"He definitely wasn't weaker than you, honey," said Pan, "Otherwise he'd be the one out of bounds."
Akira glanced back at the stranger as he left the mat and disappeared into the crowd. 'Just who IS that guy?' he wondered to himself, 'Something tells me we need to keep a close eye on that guy...'
Meanwhile, Eighteen was having a titanic battle herself. She was facing against Baby Jr., who, thanks from the training from Uub, was strong in his own right. If only they could be able to fight on the Budokai arena... this small mat in this tiny hall was doing neither any justice, though the tightness was making things more interesting.
The android and tuffle went back and forth with their attacks and defenses. Eighteen attempted to back-chop Junior in the back of his neck, but Junior managed to jump forward in time, spin around, and land his leg in her gut. She was knocked back a few feet, flying off the mat, but she was able to catch herself in mid-air and shoot towards the child. The referees were shocked, thinking at first it was a ringout, but discussed that as long as she didn't touch anywhere off the mat, she was still in.
Eighteen continued to throw punches at Junior, the tuffle ducking under every blow. She then swung her leg out and finally managed to knock him off his feet, and then attempted to jump on him, to jam her elbow into his stomach. Junior was just barely able to roll away before the android's elbow slammed through the mat, breaking it into two. The referees sighed, thankful that this was the last match so no repairs would be needed. Junior jumped at Eighteen, who was in the middle of pulling her elbow from the broken mat, and tried to strike her, but she got up in time and defended herself from his attacks. The two once again exchanged blows back and forth, until after a long while, when they finally jumped back into their corners, catching their breaths and staring each other down.
Eighteen smirked. "You're pretty good... for a child, that is."
Junior smirked back. "Yeah, you too! For a girl, I mean."
"Thanks," the blonde bombshell snorted, "Too bad I'm going to end it here."
"Oh yeah? What're ya gonna do?"
"What's that??" Eighteen pointed fiercely to the side. Junior whipped his head around quickly, only to have Eighteen ram full speed into him and bump him off the mat.
"Winner, #102! She advances to the finals!"
"Heyyy!" Junior shouted from the floor, "You cheated! No fair!"
"Should've been paying attention," Eighteen gave a wicked smile, "Such a rookie mistake only a child would make."
Baby Jr. crossed his arms and pouted.
The large sumo wrestler stomped each foot and clapped his hands once, ready for his final match. Zurosu just stood there, yawning. Once the match started, the wrestler ran into her and shoved her far back to the edge of the mat rather easily, but then found it difficult to simply push her off the edge.
Zurosu grinned. "My turn!" She grabbed hold of the sumo wrestler and, with a small nudge, forced him way off the other side of the mat.
"Number 169 advances!"
On the block behind her, Trunks had an easy victory and advanced to the finals himself. Zayde put up a fair fight, but unfortunately, the Chikurian Prince was no match to the Saiyan Prince, and Vegeta took him out with little effort. Soon after, Kumo, Akira, and Gohan had won their matches as well.
The sixteen finalists were finally determined.
“And the Winners Are…”
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"Number 60 and Number 62, please enter the mat!"
"Uwaaahhh!!!" the man in the black balaclava howled and made ridiculous poses, "You cannot defeat me! For I am the lethal Black Ninja! Wazaaaaa!!!"
Vegeta just stood there, arms crossed, glaring at the ninja. Black Ninja jumped in circles all around Vegeta, threatening his palms and squealing like a dying chicken. Vegeta just boredly watched him hops all over the mat.
"Ha HA!" the Black Ninja landed across from him on the other side of the mat, "You frozen in fear of my elite ninjitsu power! Now you shall taste defeat of my Sole-Tromping-Raddish-High-Kick-jitsu! WAZAAA!!!" He jumped into the air and aimed his foot at Vegeta's head. Vegeta, however, simply cocked his head to the side as Black Ninja soared past him, and landed on his butt outside the mat.
"Winner, number 60!"
"NO FAIR!" the Black Ninja whined, "He cheated! He moved his head where I was suppose to hit! I wanna rematch! REEEMAAATCH!!!"
Vegeta groaned, exasperated. "Why do I always get the moronic fighters? Why can't I ever fight a more worthy opponent?"
Shortly after Vegeta's so-called match, the final rounds were beginning. "The winner!" the referee from block four shouted, "Number two-hundred and three!"
"That's Number Seventeen to you, buster," Seventeen raised his fist nonchalantly in the air, signaling his win to the finals.
Uub was up against a creature similar to what Eighteen had faced earlier, and babbled on with its constant "ko pee peep" noises. Uub blinked. "What is that thing?"
"Good luck, Gatchan!" a teen curly-haired redhead called out.
"Gatchan..?" the tanned warrior looked on at the green-haired floating fairy-like baby. The crowd around the mat cooed and giggled over the intense cuteness radiating from the creature. Uub smiled. "Now how did a cutie like you manage to get this far?"
*B-ZAAAAAP!!*
"Gyaaah!!!" Uub fell to the floor, smoking black after receiving a nasty shock from the angel, who clapped her hands and cooed some more. "Oh.... so THAT'S how..."
"That's about all it can do, you know," Eighteen called over from the side of the mat, "Just grab it and toss it out."
"But.... it's so cute!"
"Oh brother..."
"Ko pe ko pipi?" Gatchan cocked her head to the side, then looked over across the hall, noticing her identical twin resting upon Arale's head, and her friend, the curly-haired redhead. None of them managed to advance to the finals. Further down, she also saw many people who this man had arrived with winning and going on to the finals. Smiling, she chirped some more, floated over to Uub, kissed his cheek, and floated down to her friends.
Arale blinked. "Hoyo? Gatchan, you're not going on?"
The redhead sighed, "You've seen all these other guys... She wouldn't last a minute in the finals."
"Contestant #67 forfeits! Number 78 qualifies for the finals!"
Uub just lay there, still smoking, and face turning red. "Ha ha ha.... Nothing can get past me, no matter how cute it is!"
During Uub's fight, the last matches for the preliminaries were starting on Block Three. Tien was up against Dao, Yamcha's son.
"My father told me a great deal about you," Dao smiled and dropped into a stance, "It will be an honor to face against you."
Tien smiled and dropped down himself. "Yamcha's son, huh?" he said, "The pleasure is all mine."
"Ready... and begin!"
The two warriors charged at each other. Dao quickly ducked left to avoid Tien's punch, and aimed his knee at his gut. Tien was able to jump back and avoid the blow and swept his leg at Dao's feet. The blue-haired young man gracefully leapt over the attack and attempted to strike the triclops with a spin-kick whilst in midair. Tien leaned back and back-flipped across the mat, stopping just before the edge, then launching himself at the young man. Dao charged at the elder warrior himself, and the two clenched each other’s fists, trying to push forward. After a long moment, the two finally jumped back and threw hits at each other at a rapid speed.
Meanwhile, the gathered crowd watched in amazement as they saw colorful blurs whiz back and forth and deafening hits. "Wow..." a man murmured, "They may as well be fighting in the Budokai."
Yamcha grinned. "You kidding? This is nothing compared to the Budokai fights."
The two on the mat continued exchanged attacks and blocks back and forth. Dao swung his leg towards Tien's head, and Tien ducked, but quickly shot his arm in the arm, grabbing the boy's ankle and tossing him across the mat. Dao flipped over onto his feet and skidded to a halt before he could fall off. He looked up at his opponent, just as he was shooting towards him.
Dao raised his fists and an aura formed around him. "Wolf Fang Fist!!!" he shouted as he unleashed his father's favorite technique, pummeling Tien with fists of fury. Tien raised his arms to his face to block the blows, and used this stance to help concentrated his ki. Finally, his fists clenched, he pulled back his arms as he unleashed a mighty scream, powerful enough to stop the Wolf Fang Fist, and knock Dao back a few feet. Tien took the opportunity to charge at Dao once more and attempted to hook him. Dao barely backed away from the attack, but wasn't quick enough as Tien whipped around the other direction and strike him in the side with his leg, knocking him off the mat. Dao tried grabbing the side, but he had already landed outside of the block.
"Winner, #144!" the referee announced, "He will advance to the finals!"
Dao got up to his feet and rubbed his side. "I'm sorry, Father," he said as Yamcha approached him.
Yamcha simply placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't be," he told his son, "You did your best. I'm very proud of you, especially how you pulled off the Wolf Fang Fist there."
Tien approached the two. "It may not have been a long match," he told the younger man, "But you certainly fought very well. I can see much potential in you."
Dao smiled. "Thanks," he said as the two shook hands, "But it's only natural that the best one wins."
Not before long, Goten, Pan, and Yamcha had won their matches at the same time. A big gorilla-like monster named King Krong nearly gave Devil a run for his money, but he was able to drop kick the monkey into unconsciousness and advanced to the finals himself.
The last matches were winding down, and it was now Mizu's turn. She approached the mat and faced her opponent, the mysterious cloaked stranger. Thinking nothing of him, Mizu gave a polite bow with her fist in her palm. The stranger, surprisingly, mimicked the very same bow.
"Ready... and BEGIN!"
Mizu immediately shot at the cloaked man and jumped to the air, swiping her hand at his face, but only managing to hit his afterimage as he suddenly appeared behind her and struck her in the back. She slammed on her belly near the edge of the mat, coughing and looking back at her opponent, who was just standing there, as if waiting for her to get back up and try again.
"Mizu, are you okay??" Pan cried as she and Akira raced to the edge of the mat.
Mizu got back to her feet and rubbed her mouth. "Yeah," she responded, "But that guy's strong! Can I beat him?"
"He's just like all the others you beat!" Pan smiled, "Just be on your guard and kick his butt!"
Mizu nodded and turned to face the man once more. Akira lightly pulled on Pan's arm. "I wouldn't let her get ahead of herself," he whispered, "That guy moved way too fast for her, and was able to hit her with just a single knock."
"Come on, Akira," said Pan, "Have faith in your daughter! So she slightly overestimated this guy, it's not like he's some super strong fighter. I mean, he doesn't even emit any ki!"
"True," Akira's eyes narrowed, "But neither do I."
Mizu shot herself at the cloaked stranger once more, throwing fists at his face, but only to have him cock his head left to right, back and forth at every attempt. Having to jump up and down constantly in order to reach his head wasn't helping the little girl either. As she landed once more, the man suddenly placed his hand on her head, keeping her from jumping up once more. Slightly shell-shocked, Mizu scowled and attempted to escape by running backwards, but the man's grip was surprisingly strong.
"Come on, Mizu, get out of there!" Pan called over.
"I'm tryin!" Mizu cried, her fists waving madly, "But he's too strong!"
Suddenly, the man's leg struck forward. He lightly kicking Mizu, but however, it was still powerful enough to knock her across the mat. Before she could hit the ground and possibly fall out of bounds, the man suddenly appeared behind her, upper cutting her into the air, and quickly following her. Mizu didn't have time to use her ki to slow herself down before the stranger knocked hard into her, sending her full force towards the ground out of the mat, face first.
"Mizu!!" Pan cried in horror.
Mizu screamed as the floorboards came violently closer and shut her eyes... and suddenly was halted. She slowly uncovered her eyes, and noticed she was somehow hovering just inches above the floor. Glancing up, she saw the cloaked stranger, still standing on the mat, holding her by her saiyan tail, thus preventing a deadly crash. He gently lowered her onto the ground.
"Out of bounds!" the referee called, "Number 40 advances!"
Pan quickly rushed over to her little daughter, and checked her over for injuries. "Drat..." Mizu pouted, "I can't believe I lost to someone weaker..."
"He definitely wasn't weaker than you, honey," said Pan, "Otherwise he'd be the one out of bounds."
Akira glanced back at the stranger as he left the mat and disappeared into the crowd. 'Just who IS that guy?' he wondered to himself, 'Something tells me we need to keep a close eye on that guy...'
Meanwhile, Eighteen was having a titanic battle herself. She was facing against Baby Jr., who, thanks from the training from Uub, was strong in his own right. If only they could be able to fight on the Budokai arena... this small mat in this tiny hall was doing neither any justice, though the tightness was making things more interesting.
The android and tuffle went back and forth with their attacks and defenses. Eighteen attempted to back-chop Junior in the back of his neck, but Junior managed to jump forward in time, spin around, and land his leg in her gut. She was knocked back a few feet, flying off the mat, but she was able to catch herself in mid-air and shoot towards the child. The referees were shocked, thinking at first it was a ringout, but discussed that as long as she didn't touch anywhere off the mat, she was still in.
Eighteen continued to throw punches at Junior, the tuffle ducking under every blow. She then swung her leg out and finally managed to knock him off his feet, and then attempted to jump on him, to jam her elbow into his stomach. Junior was just barely able to roll away before the android's elbow slammed through the mat, breaking it into two. The referees sighed, thankful that this was the last match so no repairs would be needed. Junior jumped at Eighteen, who was in the middle of pulling her elbow from the broken mat, and tried to strike her, but she got up in time and defended herself from his attacks. The two once again exchanged blows back and forth, until after a long while, when they finally jumped back into their corners, catching their breaths and staring each other down.
Eighteen smirked. "You're pretty good... for a child, that is."
Junior smirked back. "Yeah, you too! For a girl, I mean."
"Thanks," the blonde bombshell snorted, "Too bad I'm going to end it here."
"Oh yeah? What're ya gonna do?"
"What's that??" Eighteen pointed fiercely to the side. Junior whipped his head around quickly, only to have Eighteen ram full speed into him and bump him off the mat.
"Winner, #102! She advances to the finals!"
"Heyyy!" Junior shouted from the floor, "You cheated! No fair!"
"Should've been paying attention," Eighteen gave a wicked smile, "Such a rookie mistake only a child would make."
Baby Jr. crossed his arms and pouted.
The large sumo wrestler stomped each foot and clapped his hands once, ready for his final match. Zurosu just stood there, yawning. Once the match started, the wrestler ran into her and shoved her far back to the edge of the mat rather easily, but then found it difficult to simply push her off the edge.
Zurosu grinned. "My turn!" She grabbed hold of the sumo wrestler and, with a small nudge, forced him way off the other side of the mat.
"Number 169 advances!"
On the block behind her, Trunks had an easy victory and advanced to the finals himself. Zayde put up a fair fight, but unfortunately, the Chikurian Prince was no match to the Saiyan Prince, and Vegeta took him out with little effort. Soon after, Kumo, Akira, and Gohan had won their matches as well.
The sixteen finalists were finally determined.