Okay people. I just want to take this opportunity to say a few things. First, I'm sorry for being the Queen of Cliffhangers, I hate 'em too. But to be honest I want to get the story out as fast as I can but if I sat and wrote the whole thing it would frikin' take forever! Second, I got a comment where someone said that Goku would probably not have a temper tantrum like that, but this is how I see it. A: We all know that Goku is basically a living angel but COME ON!! Even Goku can have a hissy fit every once in a while. And B: he was frustrated because he knew Vegeta was innocent, he just broke the Majin's control, and then BULMA WENT AND FUCKED IT ALL UP!! That would piss me off, wouldn't you even be the least bit upset?
BTW: I do not own DBZ. Akira Toriyama does.
The Strongest Under the Heavens
The third match was between Yamcha and Goku. As soon as
Yamcha found out that he had to fight Goku he pouted. He knew he
was going to lose in about five seconds. He couldn't decide whether
to give it his best shot or just give up. about one minute before
the match he'd made up his mind.
They strode into the arena brimming with confidence (even Yamcha) as
soon as the match began they charged forward and began delivering lightening
fast blows. Yamcha got a few good shots in before Goku kicked him
in the head and sent him flying. But at the last minute, Yamcha stopped
himself before tumbling out of the arena.
"Whew!" he gasped. "That was too close!" he had just enough
time to duck before Goku sent a kick sailing above his head. Yamcha
leapt over Goku's head and kicked back, but it didn't connect. He
turned and barely saw Goku and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his nose and
then felt warm blood running down his face.
"Sorry Yamcha!" Goku yelled with a grin before swinging around and
kicking Yamcha in the stomach. The world blurred and Yamcha fell
to the ground.
"1..2..3..4..5..6..7.." the referee counted Yamcha moaned and struggled
to get up.
"Get up Yamcha!" Bulma shrieked from the crowd.. Puar and Oolong, Master
Roshi, Lunch, Chao-tzu, and Yajirobe all cheered for him. Vegeta
who watched the match with a bored expression suddenly stiffened when he
heard his mate cheer for her ex. He gritted his teeth and growled
in fury. Yamcha made it to his feet just as the ref. Counted nine.
Goku smile at his friends determination, but he had to win, he had
to be the one to fight Vegeta.
"Sorry, buddy." He murmured as he dashed forward. He sent his
fist flying into Yamcha's chest before he had time to block and this time
he was out of the ring.
"The winner is Son Goku!!" everyone cheered. (except Vegeta, of course.)
Bulma trotted from the stands and went over to help Yamcha to his feet.
Vegeta bristled in fury his hair spiking crazily. If he still had
a tail it would be lashing furiously.
"The bitch!" he cursed. Goku noted Vegeta's enraged posture and
followed his gaze to Bulma and Yamcha.
"Uh oh.." he muttered. He rushed over to the pair.
"You did pretty good, Yamcha!" Bulma said with a grin. "I didn't
think you'd last that long!"
"Gee, thanks." Yamcha grumbled. Bulma laughed and Yamcha smiled
sheepishly as Goku ran up to their sides.
"Bulma!" he snapped. They stared at him in alarm. He pulled
her to the side as Puar floated over to Yamcha. "If I were you I
wouldn't do anything else to piss Vegeta off. This is going to be
a rough fight as it is. Please!" Bulma's face reddened and she lowered
her head in shame.
"I didn't mean anything by it." She muttered.
"I know. But Vegeta's not himself and he doesn't see it that
way."
"Goku. Please. You have to help him. I-I miss him
so much. Trunks does too. I don't want him to grow up with
out a father." Her eyes filled with tears. Goku patted her
shoulder awkwardly.
"I'll do my best, Bulma. You can count on that!"
The next match was Piccolo vs. Gohan. Piccolo demanded that Gohan
give everything he had with every punch and kick. The match started
out with a bang as the two flew at each other and began with a blur of
punches and kicks, neither relenting for almost an hour. Goku watched
with pride as his son's power level seemed to keep rising. Neither
opponent was worried about winning, it didn't matter. They fought
with an unmatched joy and pride. They both landed on the floor and
eyed each other with sly grins. The battle lasted about another hour
or so and Piccolo and Gohan were both losing steam. Gohan was tiring
out faster than his senshi and he had used all his new techniques that
weren't ki attacks as they were not allowed for fear that the audience
would be blown to bits. They charged at each other a final time both
giving their all to each punch, block, and kick. Piccolo flipped
Gohan and slammed him onto his back and pummeled him relentlessly.
He then threw the boy in the air and kicked hard, sending him sprawling.
"Begin the count." Piccolo sighed and wiped his brow.
"1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10!!" Gohan had not even attempted to raise
himself. He was out cold. "Piccolo is the winner! What
a match!" the announcer cried.
There was a half hour break before the next match.
"Match number five, Krillin vs. Vegeta. BEGIN!"
"Eep! I'm dead!" Krillin cried. But as before, Vegeta merely
stood there. The infamous smirk plastered on his face. When
he saw that Krillin wasn't about to move the smirk widened to a grin, his
sharp canines flashing. He strolled forward slowly. Krillin
leapt into a defensive pose. When Vegeta stood about two feet away
he began to speak, low enough so only Krillin could hear.
"I remember when I first came to this wretched planet and you tried
to kill me." Krillin paled visibly. "Now I'm going to make
you suffer." Krillin opened his mouth to hand over the match and
save his life but he was too late. Vegeta belted him across the face
sending him spinning. He collapsed in a heap but quickly surged to
his feet as the Saiyan Prince drew near. ::I'm not just gonna let
him beat my ass to a pulp!:: he charged in a flurry of kicks and punches
all of which Vegeta blocked with terrifying ease.
"Well, at least you putting up a fight. Unlike that time I fought
your slut wife." He burst out laughing as Krillin's face turned red with
rage. With a scream of fury, he powered up all the way. He
feinted a blow at Vegeta's midriff and as he went to block it, Krillin
head-butted him in the nose. With a cry of rage, Vegeta stumbled
back. Krillin leapt and aimed a kick at Vegeta's head, but just as
it was about to connect, and hand shot out and caught Krillin's foot.
"You little bastard!" he shrieked, blood beginning to drip down his
nose. He stared down at Krillin with a huge grin, his eyes black
and empty. The 'M' branded on his flesh. With his other hand, Vegeta
grabbed Krillin's leg above the ankle, gave a sharp twist, and snapped
his ankle, twisting the foot 90 degrees. There were hundreds of gasps
rising from the audience as Krillin's scream ripped through the air.
Vegeta dropped him, wiped his nose with the back of his hand, and then
booted Krillin straight out of the arena.
"T-the winner… Prince Vegeta.." the announcer feebly squawked.
"Yamcha, go find Krillin and take him to the hospital!" Goku cried.
Yamcha nodded and took off in the direction Krillin had been thrown.
"I can't believe he did that!" Puar squeaked. Oolong and Master
Roshi nodded in agreement.
"I hope Goku or Piccolo can handle him." Master Roshi said with a shudder.
Okay, I'm gonna save the last two fights for the next chapter(s?), because
I wanna get this out and I haven't been able to because of stupid reasons.
I never get to do what I want or have to do. But enough of my complaining.
See ya Chibi's soon! ^-^
BTW: My next series is going to be concentrating on Vegeta's time under
Frieza's rule. It will start where "Exile" left off. I've only
read one good story about Vegeta's past and it was an alternate universe
so that doesn't count.