Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Gangstas' Eyes ❯ Fight Night II ( Chapter 22 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

By: na na j

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Characters from Dragon Ball Z they belong to Akira Toriyama; however I do own Kayla/Sauce, Nostalgia, Spike, and everyone else that is not mentioned in the Dragon Ball storyline.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Fight Night II part one

Vegeta slapped his hands together satisfied by the work he's done. He nodded to Piccolo, all Piccolo could do was smile. “Vegeta is the winner.” Buter's arm was broken in-between elbow and shoulder. He was holding the bone inside so it wouldn't tear out the muscle. Buter winced in pain as the disunited bone giggled inside of him, scratching at muscles and tissues. He walked himself off of the ring.

“Slayer ladies and gentlemen.” The crowd applauded. “Only two names left Spike you don't fight this time but you'd better be ready.” Spike sighed and Piccolo went on from his pedal stool. “Time to eat; our cooks have been slayin' over the stove for hours. So be polite.”

The younger teens ran to the bar aching to drink first. They were like dogs in heat. Others that didn't want to drink went and collected their food and brought it back to their seats'. The smell of the food flooded the UnderGround with exults of cultural goodness.

18 got up to feed herself and noticed Kayla and 17 sitting at the same table. “Told ya so.” 18 smiled and her eyes caught Krillen; tiptoed succinctly about the people till she was cleared to her seat. When she sat she began to pick at her food, being preprint had a diminutive effect on her fondness for food. She took her Styrofoam plate ambiguous to anything she was so watchful of previously. Into the garbage 18 skipped back to her seat she sat and felt the aura over her.

“Hey stranger.”

“What do you want?”

“You really want to know what I want?” 18 shrugged her shoulders and looked up. Krillen sat on the armrest of the chair. “I want an apology for yelling at me AND kicking me out of the Garage.” Krillen frowned she looked to him different minus the long hair.

“Sorry.”

“That's it I didn't have to pry it out of you.”

“Nope, no prying at all.” Krillen looked in a stilling surprise, like the world ended in front of his eyes. “Hey why aren't you fighting? From what I remember you fought rather well.”

“I'm not fighting ya'll, please. Crazy people.” She laughed and Krillen smiled. In the corner of her eyes 18 saw something promising. This is the time it was for real. Krillen felt uneasy about being near her, not knowing where they stood. She was a rigid saw blade, unchanging or has she changed completely. Krillen sighed dragging himself off the armrest to his own chair.

Minutes later

Most of the assemblage were to their seats and noticed what 18 saw, a new contestant. The man snuck through into the Old Man's room where Piccolo was too. More people conversed with laughter or hateful tripe, but all and all everyone had someone to talk with. Piccolo stepped out the Old Man's office; it was time to start the next half of the Battles. He took to his podium and spoke out to the congregation. The man exited the office and came closer to the center of the UnderGround. Around the square: Scrachez, Killa, Slayer, Spike. Only a few minutes ago all fighters were present.

“Notice we have one more person to add to the playing field.” He introduced the Ten, better known as Tien. 18 licked her lips knowing her wouldn't miss the night for the world.

Then suddenly her heart started to beat erratically. “Oh my God.” She looked over to a grinning Scrachez. “This was planned.” Tien sat in Chi Chi's old seat. Tien looked at the completion and seemed to be happy with the number left.

“Killa it's your pick, all you got to do is say the name. The first name you say will be who you fight.” 18 figured that UnderGround was off the menu till next round. She would avoid fighting Spike, 17 had money on the both of them. She wanted Tien, Tien.

“Scrachez.” 18 weren't even thinking of the name. She dared not to show her surprise. “You heard me I called you out.” 18 laughed at Scrachez, in response to Scrachez clueless act 18 blasted to the ring almost toppling over Piccolo.

“Scrachez she called you out.” Scrachez rolled her eyes and would take any challenged placed in front of her. Scrachez followed up to the ring. It put 18 into a jovial state. 18's smile stretched ear to ear. She bounced in place like a boxer would before that first swing. Scrachez pouted across from 18, she was way too cocky. Scrachez wanted to show her what she was made out of. They both waited for Piccolo's word.

“Go!”

In an instant Killa threw up her palm into Scrachez throat. Scrachez clenched her throat hoping that pain would ride out. Killa ran her fingers into Scrachez two-toned hair, grabbed a chockfull and flung Scrachez in the ground. Scrachez rolled to evade Killa's deadly stomp. She scurried up, she had to at least wear Killa down. In all of her spirit Scrachez didn't feel victory on her side, but tomorrow is a different day.

Scrachez charged towards Killa with her arm in a clothesline position. Killa crossed her arms to guard her neck and chest. Awaiting the blow; Scrachez had faked her out and slid under her feet first blowing Killa's feet from under her. Killa with her knees on either side of Scrachez, prop herself up. They were in the perfect situation.

“Whore!” Killa wiped her face as a result of Scrachez spitting in it.

“You have some never to call me a whore, Whore!” Scrachez laughed Killa responded with a backhand. “You couldn't wait till tomorrow, huh? THIS IS NOT A GAME ANYMORE! This is life; how dare you take her life.”

“Do you think that's bad? Killa remember how you got your name you hypocrite. So Killa you want to know what's bad, `cause I've been meaning to tell you for months. The shoots fired at your “friend” at Ylm. That was I.”

Killa shivered off of Scrachez and didn't know what to do. Skin trembled paler than light, her eyes cut to Bulma faster than lightning. At a lost for words Killa seemed off, looked back at the raving Scrachez with this sudden edge of superceded rage. Rage, that would drive her to kill Scrachez.

With that Scrachez jumped out the ring forfeiting herself from the Battles. Killa stood over the edge and Scrachez sat back in her seat in Fighters' Square. As Piccolo announced her as the winner and all she could concentrate on was Scrachez.

18 was going to go to her seat and let it go. Her heart told her so, but Scrachez was a coward and wouldn't own up to what she had done. 18 skid across the tile and jumped into Scrachez seat knee first. Her knee crashed into Scrachez face unexpectedly. Then she started pounding down at Scrachez. Security busted in and pried 18 off of a bloody nosed Scrachez, they took Scrachez any an were about to take 18 too but Piccolo warned them not to take her. She was escorted back to her chair.

“18!” 17 cheered he would have his money both Spike and 18 were still on the field. An angry Kayla sat next to 17, lost all her horses.

“Shut up 17 I'm putting my money on Vegeta.” She slammed 400 zeni next to 17 as if she was going to put that amount on the tables.

“I'm not going up on that. I only have 35 zeni in my pocket, but remember the money I get back from either Spike or 18.” 17 laughed.

“Alright Spike it's your pick.”

Spike looked around, how bad he wanted to fight Slayer, but Tien need to be taken out. Spike fumed his handsome hazel eyes on this decision. “Come on Tien let's go.” Spike called out. Tien jumped and moved to the ring without hesitation, a incur Spike entered the ring too. Thinking it would be easier if he would fight Slayer, but Tien was the name that came out.

Spike looked inert at the square, deep in thought; which out of the party they would pick. `Slayer wouldn't pick 18, but 18 would pick Slayer. 18 fights like a madman so she would probably win. Leaving me to lose to 18 so she may have her way with the UnderGround.' Losing to Tien was not an option.

Divided by Piccolo Tien gave the lamest remark to say to anybody before a fight. “Let's dance pretty boy.” Spike almost laughed.

“Go!” Piccolo struck his hand down the signal for the fight to commence. They shook hands agreeing no hard feelings were intended. Spike started the match with a few combinations of fist movements and added a kick. Tien blocked all of them and pounded Spike in the face and quickly while Spike had little to no time to block the chokehold came. Spike broke out of containment. Resulting with Tien's butt on the tile. As Spike regained his airflow Tien rolled back and was to his feet he began picking at Spike's face. Spike dropped to knee level and was kneed in the head by Tien. Spike's teeth clanked together cutting the inside of his mouth. The taste of his own blood made him drowsy.

“Tien I think you'd go so rough on me.” From the corner of his mouth to his sleeve Spike wiped the blood off. Spike put another knee up stumbled to get up. He breathed hard and collapsed to the surface.

Bulma shocked in disbelief Tien had won. Tien's head held high he looked to his competition; he had this in the bag. Quietly he went off the ring and everyone was still, stunned that Tien won.

“Spike…” 17 mumbled. They way it was planned will fail if Spike wasn't apart of it; too bad they hadn't enough time to construct a Plan B.

“What?” Kayla mouthed.

“Nothing it's nothing, I just didn't think that Tien would even fight at the Battles or that he was even invited. Things filter past the Old Man. 18 better pull this one out..”

“Vegeta this is your call out match, so who will it be?” Within the same breath Vegeta threw his arm in the wind and pointed it to “Tien.”

It was a double header for Tien. Vegeta knew Tien had to be tried and it would be smart to take him out now. The only way Vegeta would lose is if he fell out the ring. Making their way to the ring both men avoided eye contact.

“Tien and Vegeta.” Piccolo glanced over to either side to see if they were ready. They were the last of two men standing at the Battles. “Finish this.”

No hesitation Vegeta punched Tien in the face seizing the moment. Tien in turn swung and Vegeta hit the deck. Down at that level Vegeta took hold of the back of Tien's legs. His adrenaline ran high and he was able to pick Tien off the ground. Vegeta wanted to throw Tien out of the ring now, but he wanted more ring time.

Tien interlocked his fingers and smashed his rock against Vegeta's back. Vegeta threw Tien's body on the tile back first in reaction to the blow. Tien threw his legs in the air resulting with his whole body erect, ready to fight some more. On his feet Tien punched hoping Vegeta would stop blocking them. Vegeta's muscles bulged more and more absorbing each raged shot.

Tien had a little kick to his punches, though. He pushed Vegeta near the edge of the ring. Vegeta darted pass Tien, Tien turned and went after him. Tien ran into Vegeta's elbow; fell to the ground and couldn't believe he fell for the trap.

Tien swung his leg causing Vegeta to trip hitting his knees hard against the tile. Vegeta faced Tien on his knees straining to get back up, but Tien had a better idea. He clamped his lower legs around Vegeta's neck.

Tien lifted his legs off the ground bring Vegeta's head along for the ride. Vegeta wrapped his hands around Tien's ankles. He couldn't get out of the snake like grip. Tien then dragged them to the foot of the ring; he sought leverage to get Vegeta out the ring. Vegeta hit at Tien's knees but Tien didn't loosen or tighten his grip he was content with throwing Vegeta out the Battles with his legs.

Tien grabbed hold of the edge and swung their bodies parallel to the edge. Vegeta skid on the tile he was trying to stay in the ring. His fingers caught hold on in the grout, but no avail.

Both of the men had their bodies outside the ring; Vegeta all the way, Tien only had his out the ring. Piccolo ran and drew Vegeta's hand in the air.

“Piccolo wait!” Kalymo yelled he and two others. The board as 17 called them; they have to override Piccolo's decision if they felt it was incorrect. It was rare to even see this. The last time this happened Vegeta also fought…

Piccolo went to the table behind Fighters' Square. “Surly he was out of the ring before Slayer.” Piccolo argued his point.

“Slayer's feet hit the ground first as for Ten his arm was the only body part out the ring.” Kalymo explained.

“You have to be kidding me! Tien's arm hit the outside of the ring first.”

The men of the board then raised their hands and committed with Kalymo. On their feet both Tien and Vegeta stood where they were thrown; waiting for the boards verdict via Piccolo. A silent sigh was visible in Piccolo's dark eyes.

Piccolo found the midpoint of the two men. He looked to Tien first without looking he pointed to Vegeta. “Tien…” The crowd's immense tension was soon to fold if Piccolo didn't say who was the winner. “Slayer…” He turned his head to Vegeta. He didn't want to cheat him twice. “Vegeta this…” The rest was inaudible even for Tien. Vegeta released his fist by his side and exhaled harshly. “Tien you're the winner.” The assemblage booed.

The words played back in Bulma's head, ringing with “Tien you're the winner. Tien you're the winner.” The words froze her core. She had no reason to fret. “Killa will get rid of him. Leaving her to me.

Vegeta didn't look back to Bulma or to anyone. He faded out the entrance doors he made an exit.

End Chapter Twenty-two: Fight Night II part one

Sorry that I have to cut these chapters in half. It seems like my files are too large.