Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Teigra's Desert ❯ 25 O__0 ( Chapter 25 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Da Fu 
The World Martial Arts Tornament begins.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.14.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 228 | Status: Completed
The World Martial Arts Tornament begins.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.14.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 228 | Status: Completed
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Pan looked out the window of the capsule corp airplane. The fluffy white clouds went passed making Pan sigh. Three months seemed to go by so fast and The Worlds Martial Arts Tornament was here. Sense Hiro had kissed her things had been awkward between the two. They still spent time with eachother, and they still argued, but they never been alone together. Pan would somtimes catch Hiro looking at her when he thought she wasn't looking. And Pan somtimes caught herself staring at him as well.
Pan turned and looked at the family and friends that accompined her on the plane. Pan was sitting next to Marron who was happily reading a magazine that was probaly five years old. Sitting across them was Master Roshi and the boy who had kissed Pan, Hiro. Roshi was busy talking with Hiro, or Roshi was rambling to Hiro and the saiyan boy was wishing he could throw the old man out the window.
"Did I tell you about Candy? Oh she was a beuatiful gal, and those legs..." Master Roshi blushed, and blood started to drip down his nose. Hiro was busy clamping his hands over both of his ears, and was trying to hide his blush as he tried to ignore the pervert.
Behind Hiro and Roshi was Krillen and his android wife 18. 18 was entering the tornament as well, it was her get rich quick plan.
Behind Pan, sat her mother and father, and in front of her was Trunks and Goten. In front of Hiros seat was Vegeta with his daughter. Pan didn't see much of Vegeta in the past three months, she really hoped it wasn't because of a new training method.
And finally, steering the plane was Bulma, and next to her was Chi-Chi.
The plane landed, and the passengers walked out. Pan smiled at the sight of South City, and the tornament. They walked toward the large temple where many intemidating men were. Bulma, Krillen, Master Roshi and company left the warriors to sign up for the tornament. 18, Vegeta, Hiro, and Pan walked to a small table, and after the adults signed there names, Pan and Hiro began to follow suite. "Uh..." one of the staff began, looking at Pan and Hiro. "Can I have your ages please?"
"Why?" Hiro and Pan asked.
"The age limit is seventeen and up, now give me your names please."
"Sixteen." Hiro ansered.
"Fifteen." The staff member shook his head.
"Too young, I'm sorry, but if you want to fight you must go into the junior division." he said pointing at the next table over. The kids there were not even to Hiros waist in hieght.
"Yeah right! I entered the adult division when I was five!"
"Well I still can't let you-" the member stopped when he felt a very large hand being placed on his shoulder. Pan and Hiro stared at the giant behind the staff member. He was at least seven feet in hieght, and was almost all bulk. He had a mess of long black hair, and his skin was darkly tanned.
"I think we could let these two in." he said smiling. Hiro and Pan were surprised by his voice. He looked dangerous, but when he spoke he sounded calm and kind.
The staff member laughed nervously. "O-of course, sir." The man smiled, and walked up to Hiro.
"There, now that's settled." he began, extending his hand. "I'm Eben." Hiro looked at the big hand, and shook slowly.
"I'm Hiro." he ansered. Eben smiled kindly, and looked at Pan.
"I'm surprised you entered the adult division when you were five. You must be strong, Ms..."
"Pan." she ansered. "Are you entering?"
"I am this year. Before I only helped setting the place up, but now I think I'm strong enough to fight this year." Eben walked past the two, and headed where some other men were going. "When you're done signing in, head this way." He said pointing toward a small building. "In there is where you get tested to realy enter the tornament." And with that, he walked to and inside the building. Pan smiled.
"He was nice." she said, signing her name on the entrance paper. Hiro didn't anser. Pan turned and saw Hiro staring at the hand Eben had shook.
"He... was really strong." he said, smiling with anticipation.
Pan, Hiro, Vegeta, and 18 entered the small building. Inside looked a lot bigger than it did outside. Fighters of all didn't sizes and shapes filled the gym. There were four differnt small stone rings inside, and large charts behind each one.
"May I have your attention, please!" a staff member yelled. Everyones heads were turned to him. "Thank you for coming! Sadly not everyone will make it through the premieres!" The staff brought one box in front of him. "Please get in a single file line and take one peice of paper. On the paper will be your ring letter and number. Go to your designated ring and wait for your number to be called. Each fight will be one minute long, if your oppenet gives up, falls out of the ring, or is knocked out you win. Only eight of you will make it to the real tornament, now begin."
After waiting too long, Pan and the rest finally got there numbers. Pans read A13, Hiros B54, Vegetas C8, And 18s C98. They went to there rings, and begun.
Pan easily defeated her opponets, usally beating them with one hit. Hiro found a new hobby by throwing all his enemys out of the ring, and out of the building. Vegeta, being very bored of fighting weaklings, would only push them out of the ring, and unintensually, into a wall. 18, being equely bored, would tap her oponent with one finger, making them cry in pain in the process. Two hours later, the three saiyans and android stepped out of the gym to there friends and family.
"It's about time!" Bulma said. "Did you guys make the cut?" They all gave a thumbs up, ansering her question. They all sat down on a picnic table, eating ice cream. Vegeta sighed.
"It's so boring now, at least when Kacarot was here I had somthing to look forward to."
"I can survive being bored if I'll get rich in the end." 18 said calmly.
"Who else made it passed the premieres?" asked Gohan.
"Some idiot in a chicken costume." Pan ansered.
"And some idiot with a bad haircut." Hiro said.
"And?" Goten asked.
"A man named Eben, and a woman named Red." Vegeta said.
"Eben made it?" Pan asked. "Good for him." she said smiling.
"What about the woman though?" Roshi said, not to innocently.
"She was strange. she wore all white, and a hood covered her face." Vegeta said.
"She had weird sandels too." 18 commented.
"Well strange or not, I'm sure you guys can take her."
"CHE-- ATTENTION EVERYONE! THE TORNAMENT STARTS IN TWENTY MINUTES! PLEASE FIND YOUR SEATS, AND CONTENSTANTS MUST BE AT THE MAIN RING OR THE'LL BE WITHDRAWED, THANK YOU. CHE--"
The four fighters left the table, and with quick good byes, made themselves to the main ring.
Inside were four other fighters and a few staff. The first one that caught everyones eye was a man in a somewhat superman/chiken costume. The next was a tall man in leather and a moehawk. In a corner of the room stood the woman Red. She wore a dress of white, and a white hood veild her face. And placed on her shoulder was a tail of bright red hair. Pan stared at the woman, she looked familier to her. But soon after Pan discarded the worry.
"You made it!" a familier voice said happily. Pan turned to a smiling Eben. He was wearing white gee pants, and a tattered old black belt around his waist. His large chest showed many scars of battle and a tan showing the beating of the sun.
"Hey Eben." Pan said. Pan waited for Hiro to say "Hi" as well, but she found out he was staring at the woman Red.
"Hiro?" Pan asked. The young saiyan didn't anser. "Hiro!" Pan yelled, shaking him.
"Huh- what?"
"What are you staring at?" Pan asked, anger showing in her voice.
"Uh- I don't know what you mean..."
"You know what I mean!" Pan screamed, and walking away.
"Wait Pan!" Hiro called, running after her.
A few minutes later, the staff brought out a small box, and a peice of paper. "Excuse me everyone," one of them said. "now it's time to find out who fights who. When I call your name, come pick out a slip of paper from this box. Chikenman." The man in the super hero like chiken costume, picked out a peice of paper that said 1.
"Very good. Eben." Eben took out a slip of paper that read 3.
"Hiro." No one walked to the box. The staff member scratched his head. "Where is he?"
"Will you just listen!" Hiro yelled, following Pan where the others resided.
"Why should I? It's obvious you like..." Pans voice trailed off. "Prettier girls..."
"What do you mean?" Hiro asked, raising Pans chin.
"Well, she prettier than me..."
"Says who?"
"Well, I-"
"Excuse me." The staff member interupted. "Can you save that for a more private moment?" Hiro and Pan blushed, and steped away from eachother a little. "Hiro, if you'll please take a number from the box."
"Right." he said, picking out a number. It held a four. Hiro walked back the crowd of fighters, and stood waiting.
"I thought I would fight you." Eben said.
"Huh?"
"I'm number three." he said, giving Hiro a thumbs up. Hiros eyes widened, then relaxed as he smirked.
"I won't go easy."
After everyone had a number the line up was shown to the crowd, waiting for the fight. The line up was: Chickenman VS Vegeta, Eben VS Hiro, Pan VS Rocker, and Red VS 18.
"So Vegeta's up first." Gohan said.
"I hope he'll have fun fighting an idiot in a chicken suite." Trunks said.
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Pan looked out the window of the capsule corp airplane. The fluffy white clouds went passed making Pan sigh. Three months seemed to go by so fast and The Worlds Martial Arts Tornament was here. Sense Hiro had kissed her things had been awkward between the two. They still spent time with eachother, and they still argued, but they never been alone together. Pan would somtimes catch Hiro looking at her when he thought she wasn't looking. And Pan somtimes caught herself staring at him as well.
Pan turned and looked at the family and friends that accompined her on the plane. Pan was sitting next to Marron who was happily reading a magazine that was probaly five years old. Sitting across them was Master Roshi and the boy who had kissed Pan, Hiro. Roshi was busy talking with Hiro, or Roshi was rambling to Hiro and the saiyan boy was wishing he could throw the old man out the window.
"Did I tell you about Candy? Oh she was a beuatiful gal, and those legs..." Master Roshi blushed, and blood started to drip down his nose. Hiro was busy clamping his hands over both of his ears, and was trying to hide his blush as he tried to ignore the pervert.
Behind Hiro and Roshi was Krillen and his android wife 18. 18 was entering the tornament as well, it was her get rich quick plan.
Behind Pan, sat her mother and father, and in front of her was Trunks and Goten. In front of Hiros seat was Vegeta with his daughter. Pan didn't see much of Vegeta in the past three months, she really hoped it wasn't because of a new training method.
And finally, steering the plane was Bulma, and next to her was Chi-Chi.
The plane landed, and the passengers walked out. Pan smiled at the sight of South City, and the tornament. They walked toward the large temple where many intemidating men were. Bulma, Krillen, Master Roshi and company left the warriors to sign up for the tornament. 18, Vegeta, Hiro, and Pan walked to a small table, and after the adults signed there names, Pan and Hiro began to follow suite. "Uh..." one of the staff began, looking at Pan and Hiro. "Can I have your ages please?"
"Why?" Hiro and Pan asked.
"The age limit is seventeen and up, now give me your names please."
"Sixteen." Hiro ansered.
"Fifteen." The staff member shook his head.
"Too young, I'm sorry, but if you want to fight you must go into the junior division." he said pointing at the next table over. The kids there were not even to Hiros waist in hieght.
"Yeah right! I entered the adult division when I was five!"
"Well I still can't let you-" the member stopped when he felt a very large hand being placed on his shoulder. Pan and Hiro stared at the giant behind the staff member. He was at least seven feet in hieght, and was almost all bulk. He had a mess of long black hair, and his skin was darkly tanned.
"I think we could let these two in." he said smiling. Hiro and Pan were surprised by his voice. He looked dangerous, but when he spoke he sounded calm and kind.
The staff member laughed nervously. "O-of course, sir." The man smiled, and walked up to Hiro.
"There, now that's settled." he began, extending his hand. "I'm Eben." Hiro looked at the big hand, and shook slowly.
"I'm Hiro." he ansered. Eben smiled kindly, and looked at Pan.
"I'm surprised you entered the adult division when you were five. You must be strong, Ms..."
"Pan." she ansered. "Are you entering?"
"I am this year. Before I only helped setting the place up, but now I think I'm strong enough to fight this year." Eben walked past the two, and headed where some other men were going. "When you're done signing in, head this way." He said pointing toward a small building. "In there is where you get tested to realy enter the tornament." And with that, he walked to and inside the building. Pan smiled.
"He was nice." she said, signing her name on the entrance paper. Hiro didn't anser. Pan turned and saw Hiro staring at the hand Eben had shook.
"He... was really strong." he said, smiling with anticipation.
Pan, Hiro, Vegeta, and 18 entered the small building. Inside looked a lot bigger than it did outside. Fighters of all didn't sizes and shapes filled the gym. There were four differnt small stone rings inside, and large charts behind each one.
"May I have your attention, please!" a staff member yelled. Everyones heads were turned to him. "Thank you for coming! Sadly not everyone will make it through the premieres!" The staff brought one box in front of him. "Please get in a single file line and take one peice of paper. On the paper will be your ring letter and number. Go to your designated ring and wait for your number to be called. Each fight will be one minute long, if your oppenet gives up, falls out of the ring, or is knocked out you win. Only eight of you will make it to the real tornament, now begin."
After waiting too long, Pan and the rest finally got there numbers. Pans read A13, Hiros B54, Vegetas C8, And 18s C98. They went to there rings, and begun.
Pan easily defeated her opponets, usally beating them with one hit. Hiro found a new hobby by throwing all his enemys out of the ring, and out of the building. Vegeta, being very bored of fighting weaklings, would only push them out of the ring, and unintensually, into a wall. 18, being equely bored, would tap her oponent with one finger, making them cry in pain in the process. Two hours later, the three saiyans and android stepped out of the gym to there friends and family.
"It's about time!" Bulma said. "Did you guys make the cut?" They all gave a thumbs up, ansering her question. They all sat down on a picnic table, eating ice cream. Vegeta sighed.
"It's so boring now, at least when Kacarot was here I had somthing to look forward to."
"I can survive being bored if I'll get rich in the end." 18 said calmly.
"Who else made it passed the premieres?" asked Gohan.
"Some idiot in a chicken costume." Pan ansered.
"And some idiot with a bad haircut." Hiro said.
"And?" Goten asked.
"A man named Eben, and a woman named Red." Vegeta said.
"Eben made it?" Pan asked. "Good for him." she said smiling.
"What about the woman though?" Roshi said, not to innocently.
"She was strange. she wore all white, and a hood covered her face." Vegeta said.
"She had weird sandels too." 18 commented.
"Well strange or not, I'm sure you guys can take her."
"CHE-- ATTENTION EVERYONE! THE TORNAMENT STARTS IN TWENTY MINUTES! PLEASE FIND YOUR SEATS, AND CONTENSTANTS MUST BE AT THE MAIN RING OR THE'LL BE WITHDRAWED, THANK YOU. CHE--"
The four fighters left the table, and with quick good byes, made themselves to the main ring.
Inside were four other fighters and a few staff. The first one that caught everyones eye was a man in a somewhat superman/chiken costume. The next was a tall man in leather and a moehawk. In a corner of the room stood the woman Red. She wore a dress of white, and a white hood veild her face. And placed on her shoulder was a tail of bright red hair. Pan stared at the woman, she looked familier to her. But soon after Pan discarded the worry.
"You made it!" a familier voice said happily. Pan turned to a smiling Eben. He was wearing white gee pants, and a tattered old black belt around his waist. His large chest showed many scars of battle and a tan showing the beating of the sun.
"Hey Eben." Pan said. Pan waited for Hiro to say "Hi" as well, but she found out he was staring at the woman Red.
"Hiro?" Pan asked. The young saiyan didn't anser. "Hiro!" Pan yelled, shaking him.
"Huh- what?"
"What are you staring at?" Pan asked, anger showing in her voice.
"Uh- I don't know what you mean..."
"You know what I mean!" Pan screamed, and walking away.
"Wait Pan!" Hiro called, running after her.
A few minutes later, the staff brought out a small box, and a peice of paper. "Excuse me everyone," one of them said. "now it's time to find out who fights who. When I call your name, come pick out a slip of paper from this box. Chikenman." The man in the super hero like chiken costume, picked out a peice of paper that said 1.
"Very good. Eben." Eben took out a slip of paper that read 3.
"Hiro." No one walked to the box. The staff member scratched his head. "Where is he?"
"Will you just listen!" Hiro yelled, following Pan where the others resided.
"Why should I? It's obvious you like..." Pans voice trailed off. "Prettier girls..."
"What do you mean?" Hiro asked, raising Pans chin.
"Well, she prettier than me..."
"Says who?"
"Well, I-"
"Excuse me." The staff member interupted. "Can you save that for a more private moment?" Hiro and Pan blushed, and steped away from eachother a little. "Hiro, if you'll please take a number from the box."
"Right." he said, picking out a number. It held a four. Hiro walked back the crowd of fighters, and stood waiting.
"I thought I would fight you." Eben said.
"Huh?"
"I'm number three." he said, giving Hiro a thumbs up. Hiros eyes widened, then relaxed as he smirked.
"I won't go easy."
After everyone had a number the line up was shown to the crowd, waiting for the fight. The line up was: Chickenman VS Vegeta, Eben VS Hiro, Pan VS Rocker, and Red VS 18.
"So Vegeta's up first." Gohan said.
"I hope he'll have fun fighting an idiot in a chicken suite." Trunks said.
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