Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Gangstas' Eyes ❯ Fight Night I ( Chapter 21 )

Disclaimer- one two three when I count to five DbZ will be mine.

 

Part 2 to chapter 20

 

Raveness swagger with coolness to the opponent that just insulted her. Rael had several inches on Raveness. She studied the way Rael would stumble back; soon she knew that Rael would try to charge her. Rael stepped forward and tripped over her own two feet leaving her body on the cold tile. She scrambled to put her hands in front of her for a lunging position. Just as Raveness expect her. Rael did a quick step and ran. Raveness side stepped out the way and threw her arm out to clothes hanger Rael in her abdomen. The impact obstructed Rael's defensive leaving the body flaccid. Using her legs for added strength Raveness threw Rael with the same arm.

 

The cheers roared that shuddered the walls the crowd yeahs rumbled as the first fight seem to bee one sided.

 

Rael lay out on the tile she had no idea how she got there. The poor thing's next image was Raveness blurred face over Rael. “I…am…not old, you're…about five…years…younger than…me.” Raveness shot in-between her one of her punches. Rael felt her eyes getting ready to pop out her skull. “No saves whore!” Raveness kicked the girl off the ring. Piccolo declared Raveness the winner and she'd move on the shuffle match.

 

“Raveness you're not old but you are a veteran, another veteran that hasn't fought in what seems like an eternity Killa. Killa and Mist are needed up here. The lot gasped and wonder was she the hooded unexplained person in Fighters Square. Both stepped up quietly and took either side of Piccolo. The hooded girl wore black heels and both ladies were similar in height.

 

“Who wears heels to a fight I swear Killa is idiotic. We know it's you Killa.” Scrachez harshly critiqued. The hooded lady threw off her hood to reveal she was not 18. She had shoulder length blonde hair, sea green eyes, and wore a pasty color outfit. The chick on the other side was 18. 18 sported a red halter, longer hair, and a fuller hourglass shape that filled in the matching red Capri's.

 

“Need I say more, fight.” Piccolo once again ran out of the ring.

 

“I'm sorry Mist but I have someone to see.”

 

“Oh too bad because you won't see `em.” Mist threw her palm and tried to connect it to Killa. Killa threw her body back, barely missing Mist's wrist. As Mist tried to recover her arm Killa grabbed Mist's shoulder and flung her to the hard ground. Bent over Killa pounded her fist into Mist with a half second in-between intervals. When she decided it was time to stop there were many slits on Mist face. Killa erect towards the sky Mist wrapped her arms around Killa's leg. Killa kicked the girl off her leg setting it free. Mist lie face down and Killa had her victory in the bag. Killa waited for Mist to quit or roll off the ring, but she didn't. She kicked her heel up to show she had a little fight left in her. Killa took the girl's leg and dragged Mist to corner of the ring. She hurled Mist out the ring and a snap was heard through out the UnderGround. Mist hit the floor and rolled into a table.

 

“Killa wins.” Piccolo ran grabbed 18's hand and announced to the crowd. Bulma looked unimpressed.

 

“She doesn't have walls this time.” Bulma mumbled. She felt she had to redeem herself since 18 fought so horrible tonight. Her biggest competition had fell short of mediocrity. “How can I lose tonight?”

 

“Alright CapTile and Scrachez. This is the last female fixed fight. Then ya'll dudes shall take over next.” Piccolo opened a memo he'd receive from the Old Man during Raveness and Rael's fight. “The Old Man wants to know if anyone in the crowd has and invitation they can still enter. You can still participate if you have an invitation.” Piccolo rephrased and he scrunched the memo back into his pocket.

 

Scrachez had dyed her hair back to it's original purple but she left the bottom half blonde. It reminds one of a two-toned car. CapTile remembered Scrachez from the previous shuffle a few months ago. CapTile wanted to focus and forget about Scrachez, she only wanted lacerate the crown off UnderGround's head. For this to work she needed Scrachez out the way. CapTile figure that Scrachez was most likely thinking the same, since both were trampled on during the Reign of the UnderGround Queen. CapTile wanted this so bad, to be the crown jewel and have reverence of the people.

 

“Go!” Piccolo yelled out.

 

At that moment the two were at it. CapTile grabbed Scrachez and wrapped Scrachez around her right arm. She hit Scrachez in the abdomen multiple times. Scrachez toughen up and struck CapTile with her elbow. CapTile backed off a little bit and swung smashing the back of her fist into Scrachez in the cheek. Scrachez wiped her face to check if she was bleeding as she was doing this she suddenly flew back. CapTile booted Scrachez in the chest; Scrachez resisted the fall and rushed CapTile.

 

Everyone in the crowd was stirred up loving every moment of this last Female battle. Some booed and most cheered, while others taunted and mocked the girls. Each person had a favorite out of the two.

 

Scrachez used her puissance to lift CapTile in the air and she slammed CapTile on her spine. Scrachez ended on her knees. CapTile recovered quickly, much faster than Scrachez could. Scrachez used her foot to push her off her knees only to be smacked with an open palm. “Now what!” CapTile hissed. In retaliation Scrachez shoved her foot into the top of CapTile's shoe. It felt as if she had dropped a heavy object on CapTile's bare foot, she tried to keep balance. CapTile took the unpredictable move in as a random act to upset her. It got to her and Scrachez used her moment of contemplation to her advantage and punched CapTile in the jaw. To stop the free hits CapTile grabbed Scrachez and shifted their weight to the other side.

 

They ended up with Scrachez on her back and CapTile's knees toppling over Scrachez. Scrachez arms were snuggly pinned under CapTile's limbs. CapTile took this time to strangle Scrachez. Scrachez wasn't going to go out like that, she took her nails and plunged them into CapTile's calves. Each grip became more and more tighter. Scrachez knew she only had a few seconds till she penetrate the skin and blood would gush out.

CapTile wanted Scrachez dead. CapTile felt the torture of knives slowly easing into her. “Sorry Honey but you're not making it.” Then it hit Scrachez; the feel, the taste, the smell, the excitement of the opponents' blood. That rich crimson substance oozed into her nails; once she felt this she dragged all ten finger down CapTile's legs. Leaving ten bloodlines on her lower legs. CapTile let go of her neck; Scrachez pushed her off and kicked at her bloody legs. CapTile winced with pain and rolled into the fetal position.

 

Scrachez took a fistful of hair to raise CapTile's head. Scrachez's free hand ran her nails down the side of CapTile's cheeks. Scrachez felt that sensation again and hacked her nails out. CapTile screamed in horror as Scrachez lifted her foot. CapTile waved a submission, Scrachez wasn't going for it, and she stomped on the torso. CapTile cryed louder and security went to drag her off the ring. Piccolo snatched at Scrachez hand and announced her as the winner. This gave the man dragging CapTile opportune time to get her off the ring. They took her to a disclosed location in the back doors. Some people say: they throw the losers outside. Grown adults say such foolishness, like that.

 

Raveness eyes filled with rage. CapTile was one of her faithful followers, rebellious but CapTile belonged to her. Raveness would have to keep herself; this game will work your emotions.

 

“He's not here.” A depressed forlorn whisper spilled from 18's lips. “It would've been a waste of my time if he's not here.” The person she wanted to see the most was not in Fighter's Square. Everything was well plotted, premeditated, and ready to be executed with faultlessness. “Once and for all.” She murmured.

 

“Is this what you wanted?” Piccolo stood at the edge as maintenance cleaned up the blood and sweat with their latex gloves. “Ladies…” He spoke to the last three winners. “ Nice job. Let's just hope the men can keep up with the tenacity and the finesse of the opposite sex. Jeice and Goku if we could have you up.

 

“Jeice!” A laugh rung and it was Nappa.

 

“What?” Jeice was surprised. “Remember your arm.” Jeice recalled the day he threatened to kill Goku's wife. “I'll kill them both tomorrow.” Jeice said under his breath.

 

Vegeta gripped onto the sides of his chair trying hard to hold his laughter. He had been plagued with that same memory. This fight would be like taking candy from a small child.

 

Bulma looked to Vegeta who was biting his lip with a strange expression on his face, as the two men walked to the ring. She didn't recall that day. Jeice stepped on the tile before Goku whose talking his time waving at the crowd. His goofy smile changed into a more seldom look as he faced Jeice.

 

Jeice cracked his pasty knuckles one after another. “This fight is set, I got this won Kakarot.” Jeice said simply.

 

Goku leaned on his side with a smirk to provoke Jeice. “Now you dudes have a different fight. Fighting like infants is an inapposite and no kicking below the belt area. That act is prohibited and you'll be automatically disqualified.” He looked at both individuals. “Go.” Piccolo waited at the edge of the ring.

 

Goku spread is fingers and put his hands over his head, he stuck his tongue out and wiggled it. Jeice swung with his right trying to catch Goku off guard. Goku well aware put up his left elbow to block the blow. Taken back by his speed Jeice decided to go with a straight jab Goku swayed back. In return Goku punched his fist down and then pounded him in the face. Jeice stopped and stood dazed with wobbled knees. The grouped watched as the red head tried to regain his footing. Finally he collapsed, his eye changed colors in front of everyone. They waited to see if he'd move. Not even a twitch in his body, Piccolo then called it quits. Goku bowed off the stage, while security had to drag his opponent away.

 

“Okay that was a…um…” Piccolo tried to find the right word for the odd fight. “…a special fight. So we want Iszu and Buter.” Both haven't fought in awhile and this is their first match against each other. The crowd gave a light cheer as they started to smell the hot food being prepared. It put an unease feeling in the air.

 

As both men got up to the tile they began to stretch. The people could save their ears and eyes from to two been far from their glory days and cracking bones. Piccolo gave a little chuckle. “Are you two ready?” He said with a laugh he'd try to hold it back. Both didn't take offense to his light laugh and they nodded. “Okay old men, Go!”

 

“Let the best man win.” Iszu threw out the oldest cliché in the book. They both mirrored each other's stance, took a few steps and punch at each other. Both missed. Iszu having no desire for this fight, he came to a decision to throw the fight. Iszu punched at Buter again and again but not ever connecting them. He left his chest out and his face wide open for bait. Buter caught this opportunity and felt just to seize it. He kneed Iszu in the chest and punched him in his back. It caused him to deliberately fall on his face. Iszu wanted to wait it out on the ground and Piccolo would call it off then. Buter felt this urgent need to make Iszu stand and fight him like a man. He stood over Iszu and stomped at his side, but Iszu ate every kick. He couldn't wait till Piccolo would call it off.

 

“Okay that's enough.” Piccolo's disapproval of the poor performance of a particular opponent, called it quits. He named Buter as the winner. Without but one cheer Buter and Iszu walked off. Iszu sat with his crew, while Buter sat back in Fighter's Square.

 

“Bring back the ladies.” Someone spoke up for the crowd. They were bored with the last two fights and needed something to rejuvenate them. Piccolo looked up in the direction of the last outburst and smiled.

 

“Broly…Broly? Nappa and Broly.” Piccolo put his list of names in his back pocket. Both men were oversized. Who ever paired these people to fight each other must've been high. On the stage the three men looked liked equalizers with Piccolo the second tallest but he was the smallest at the same time. Nappa was the shortest and smallest. Broly was just big for no reason, it was as if he'd done weights his whole life and that was it. His muscle shirt looked like a tank top and his pants looked like Capri's.

 

“All right.” Piccolo said with a sigh, but in awe the crowd roared with juts of energy, in hopes that this will give them satisfaction.

 

Nappa huffed out and snatched Broly by his neck towards Nappa. Broly's neck was larger than Nappa hand. Getting ready to hammer Broly: Nappa balled his wide fingers. He hit Broly in the Kidney then Nappa tried a second swing. Broly then took his foot and stepped on Nappa's toe. Broly tried to shove Nappa over, but Nappa overlooked his throbbing toe and captured Broly's forearm. Broly tried to break it but they ended up with their fingers interlocked together, he manages to throw Nappa aside. Broly linked his two fists together and smashed them against Nappa's back. Nappa's knees on the cold surface, he knew he could not stay in that degrading position. So he lunged his body forward and grabbed the back of Broly's thighs, and pulled towards him. This made the giant slam hard on the tile. Nappa pushed himself off the ground and raised his arms in the air for momentum.

 

The crowd was eating it up and loved Nappa at every second. When he came to stomp out Broly (who was still plastered on the tile.) he raised his hands for recognition again. Broly looked weak as he struggled to get up. Nappa saw this and took advantage of it. He lifted his foot in the air in an instant Broly swiped the supporting foot and shook the grounds. Broly turned over and lifted off the ground, Nappa did the same but even fasted. Broly stood to meet Nappa's fist in his jaw ending the fight simultaneously.

 

A group of men stepped up and hauled Broly off the surface. The crowd were full of mixed reactions, because some betted on Broly and other betted on Nappa. Those that betted on Nappa congratulated him on his victory. He lifted his arms and Piccolo announced him as the winner. “Now can we have Spike and Dirrt?” Their eyes darted amongst one another and looked at tile.

 

“Why am I always fighting the Empire?” Spike wondered to himself. He lifted off his seat and was soon on the ring. Dirrt was less enthusiastic and wearier about fighting.

 

“Why am I doing this?” He mouthed then looked towards Bulma and winked her way. Vegeta pretended like it was his imagination. Bulma didn't see this act of flirtation from Dirrt. She wanted to look into Spike's eyes once more, though. Remembering the betrayal softened her heart and she could feel herself bring him closer to forgiveness. Even though she had no evidence that Spike was a part of 18's plan, Killa's plan.

 

The woot's and boo's put a smile on Spike. He was confident that this was his win, and Dirrt has absolutely nothing new under the sun that he couldn't handle.

 

“Ya'll ready?” Piccolo asked both men shock their heads in response. Were they ready? Dirrt put up a false since of assurance, a façade to let everyone deem him as an opponent that felt that he had this in the bag, when he in fact felt like he was going back, back when he always loss his fights.

 

“You're not going to get in my way!” Dirrt said looking into Spikes eyes that taunt him. Spike added a little smirk. Dirrt had this strange churning in his system.

 

“Go.” Piccolo walked off the arena. The fight started and Spike jumped in place working his blood. Dirrt punched towards Spike and barely skinned him going through his hair. Spike quickly spun the opposite direction with his arm extended ending with a balled fist. The Back of Spike's knuckles crashed into Dirrt's face. Spike took his other fist and clocked him in the face. Dirrt's time was up and fell to the ground. He tried to lift himself off the ground, no avail. Spike laid Dirt out in two minutes. “Spike is the winner.” Piccolo announced.

 

Security went to help Dirrt; he rejected their aid and rolled off the ring. Some guy stood on the table and shouted five, with his evenly spread fingers. Dirrt walked away with his head hung low.

 

 

“Okay here is the last hand picked battle.” Nostalgia looked to see who hasn't gone up. Vegeta and he were the only ones that haven't fought. Which means they'd fight next. “We'll need Nostalgia and Vegeta.” Both took a look at each other and sighed. They hadn't expected to fight each other at all tonight. Nostalgia was the fist on the tile waiting for Vegeta to pop up there. Vegeta stepped up to the surface and crossed his arms wanting to fight anyone friend or foe, but Nostalgia was different case. He's loyal to the bone and Vegeta didn't want to fight him, if it came down to it he'd fight his most reliable comrade. Bulma held her head high. Scrachez loved situations such as this. “Are ya'll ready?” Both onyx-eyed males stared at their competition, their comrade. Nostalgia stuck his hand out towards Vegeta.

 

“What?” Vegeta couldn't figure out what Nostalgia wanted.

 

“I'm disqualifying myself.” Nostalgia stated bluntly. “Vegeta make it to the top and hopefully we can bring it home this year.” Nostalgia walked off the ring and camouflaged himself with the crowd.

 

“Vegeta is the winner.” Piccolo yelled the crowd booed because Nostalgia quit. Vegeta sat down in his chair with a pout. “Well that was the end of the hand picked battles, kind of rough eh? Ya'll need to step it up if you plan on fighting her.” He pointed towards Bulma who tried to keep a seldom-harsh look on her face, without laughing. “Shuffling shall be more interesting.” He waited by the ring in front of Nappa and Vegeta. A woman strutting her stuff brought in a bucket of the contestants names, except for the UnderGround's name. “When you pick a name you will fight the person that you keep no exceptions.” He pointed the bucket to Nappa. “Nappa you know how to play. Keep this interesting.” Out of the white miniature white bucket. Nappa pulled out a small folded piece of paper. He unfolded the side that read …lla. He didn't need to see anymore.

 

“Blondie, you and me on this stage now. Then we can show them our love.” Nappa said with an unpleasant smile. 18 cut her eyes at Nappa. 17 stood with Kayla by his side.

 

18 remained in her seat. “ Piccolo did he really pull my name?” Piccolo unfolded the paper and walked to her. She saw the name and crumpled it. She knew Nappa had waited for some time to fight her. Nappa waited on the tile and blew kisses at her.

 

“Now I get that fight I always wanted Babes. How bad you want it? `Cause I got it all right here.” He slammed both his fist together. “Yes, your people can't interfere most especially your brother.” She walked there looking into the giant's black eyes. “Let's go!” Nappa was pumped to fight 18.

 

“Are you ready?” 18 gave a deep sigh and rolled her eyes.

 

“You're a waste of time…but let's do this.” Her voice shivered the crowd speechless.

 

“Well you can be the behemoth Nappa.” Shouted someone; she gave them an ice-cold glare.

 

“Now are you ready?” Piccolo said directly to Killa. She shook her head yes. “Go.” Piccolo did what he always did and stood to the side.

 

Nappa jumped from showmanship mode right into fight mode. He grabbed 18 by her neck and lifted her tiny body in the air her feet drifted over the tile. Realizing what was happening she started to kick at him, she felt her airway contract. Then she sunk her nails into his wrists. She walked her feet up Nappa's chest till her legs were wrapped around his neck. 18 threw his hands back and hung her body on his neck trying to touch the tile. Nappa tried to remove her but she was on too tight. When she fingers touched the ground she knew Nappa was done for.

 

Killa loosened her legs and gently placed each on the tile in a kneeling position. Nappa began to gasp for air his eyes fixed on Killa. “You WHORE I'll kill…you!” Nappa exploded and swung his arms. He hoped his power would overcome her agile speed.

 

17 looked to Kayla who held Marron in her arms. “Um…” 17 stood up. “I'll take her.” He reached down for Marron. Kayla wrapped Marron's legs with her blanket and 17 held her to his chest. He couldn't bear to see this. As he walked out the UnderGround, he could hear the grunts and bone-to-bone contact. At the end of the tunnel that connected to the subway Marron started to cry.

 

“Come on Mommy's okay.” 17 lied not even knowing if that was even near the truth. 17 spotted a shadow in the corner, but he ignored it.

 

“It's hard watching, watching her fight and you can't do anything to help.” The shadow revealed itself. Krillen came out of the gloomy corner. “This is a fight she can not win.” He added. Krillen noticed the infant blubbering from a recent cry.

 

“Yeah we have to sit and watch the result. He got his fight, he always wanted to fight her.”

 

“We can't stand out here forever though. We have to at least see if she got a few good hits in. That's your kid?” Krillen nudged at 17's side. 17 had to remember what 18 told him to say if Krillen asked.

 

“No… this girl I'm messing with is at work, she couldn't find a babysitter. She asked me to baby-sit.” 17 said trying to cover the truth with her blanket. 17 didn't have the heart to tell Krillen he was holding his friend's child. The trio entered back into the UnderGround. To their amazement the fight had not concluded, it was still going strong. “Hey Krillen I'll talk to you later.” 17 waved with a sincere smile and he sat next to Kayla. She reached over for Marron and Marron accepted her with open arms.

 

18's hair was out of place, she pulled the blonde strains back into a ponytail. Nappa circled around 18.

 

“Are you going to give?” Nappa chuckled. “By the way you're breathing too hard. You should be out of commission soon.”

 

“Shut up.” 18 backhanded Nappa in the face, then she punched him in the throat with her other fist. Nappa balled his fist to punched 18 in the gut. Her eyes connected to his as he completed his blow. She wasn't fazed by the hit. He stood in awe, and 18 dropped, and swept his feet. Nappa fell and tried to lift himself off the ground. 18 stomped on him, and then did it again. Blood slid into the crease of the tiles.

 

Piccolo eased his way up to the drama to crown Killa as the winner. She won the first shuffle match of the night. Nappa laid in place security and janitor cleaned up the mess. Piccolo picked up the bucket and went Raveness. She dug into the bucket and pulled out Scrachez.

 

“Raveness and Scrachez.” Raveness eyed her rival and then pushed herself out the leather seat. Scrachez did the same. Both an enemy of 18, but she wanted Scrachez to win. The ladies were set in the middle of the arena till three tiles separated them. “Girls ya'll ready to do this?” Scrachez puckered her lips to Raveness. “Don't disappoint us.” Piccolo yelled.

 

They walked around the ring each on either side. “Anything you want to say before I kill you?” Scrachez filled her two-toned hair waiting for a reply.

 

“Yeah you should've given up. Instead you came here to get whopped a second time around, how lovely.” Raveness responded as she tied her black hair into a bun. “Scrachez couldn't you wait till tomorrow.” With that Scrachez jumped on top of Raveness making both collapse to the ground. She began wailing her arms against Raveness. Raveness tried to beat way the claw master. She pulled herself around to get the leverage she needed. When she accomplished this she kicked Scrachez in her inner thigh. Raveness scurried up and threw punch at Scrachez. Scrachez blocked most of them, but others were slapdash. She was going to throw her last and Scrachez captured it then twisted it behind Raveness' back. Scrachez wrapped her arm around Raveness neck. Raveness reached back and grabbed a mixed section of hair.

 

“Give up now…I'll snap your neck in front of everyone.” Raveness didn't want to give up. She had time to get out of this mess. Scrachez held her in this position for a while. Raveness soon started to kick her feet the lost oxygen was something she wasn't strong enough to go without. Piccolo came closer to end it but Scrachez insisted that Raveness put up a white flag. Scrachez choked every millisecond out of Raveness being. Raveness falling away from life and soon she'd be still. Scrachez let go of her and gently place her on the tile.

 

Bulma repulsed she turned her head away from the slaying. Her first friend killed in front of her eyes. Goku stared at the ring where his wife lay. Still like a tree on a windless day. Killa had a single tear roll out the corner of her eye it stream down her cheek then deposited on her lap. “The only enemy I've ever trusted.” Killa whispered to herself.

 

Goku stood and everyone watched him. He stepped slowly to his inert wife. He shuttered past Scrachez and never dare to look her way. Goku bowed down then swooped Raveness in his arms. He took her body into the Old Man's office.

 

Piccolo stepped up to the tile next to Scrachez. She waited for him to name her as the winner. “Go sit down.” Piccolo sighed.

 

“But you didn't say I won.” She stared in his eyes.

 

“She's gone what else do you want. She cannot object to the loss. Me calling you the winner would be a disgrace. As an ex-member of West Side I cannot say it. I would be like spitting on her grave.” Piccolo blew up in her face in front of the people. Scrachez stared at him and stomped off to her seat. Scrachez was ignorant to the fact that a while back Raveness was his comrade. “I'd like a moment of silence for Raveness.” He balled his fist and waited for proximity fifteen seconds, and then he continued on. “If anyone picks Goku…you'll automatically go on to the next round. He picked the container back up. “Vegeta it's your pick.”

 

Vegeta reached inside and did not want to sit out this fight. He had a choice between Spike and Buter. Vegeta smiled he wanted Spike because Spike kept throwing him dubious looks. When he pulled the name out it was Buter.

 

Vegeta hoped into the ring and shook his hands ready to fight. Buter did the same. No way he was going to hand this round to Vegeta like Nostalgia did. “I'm not Nos.” He told Vegeta. Vegeta and he stood and said nothing. The height difference was nothing but hysterical.

 

“Ready to fight?” Piccolo smiled this was the last shuffle fight of the night.

 

End Chapter Twenty Fight Night I