In the end chap2

Goku sat, with a can of beer in his hand and a cooler next to him, high in the stands of the arena, waiting for the first battle of the Tenkaichi Budokai. Of course, the children's competition was first. Bra or Pan would win no problem. He took a sip of his beer. Too bad Vegeta isn't here to see this. At that thought his fist tightened and the can was crushed. He absently watched the amber liquid flow down the floor under the seats. He grabbed another can.

The kid’s tournament had eighteen kids in it this year. First up was Bra versus that arrogant brat that five years ago had gotten his hand broken punching Pan. He took a sip of his beer as the starting bell sounded, and the end bell sounded a second later. He set the can down and glanced at the ring. The kid was out. No surprise there. Vegeta would be proud of her. Vegeta... He shook his head and downed the rest of the can, grabbing a third. The rest of the first round went pretty much along those lines.

Bulma looked back from her seat in front of him. Probably to make sure he was still there. He flashed an empty grin at her and downed another beer, adding the empty can to the growing pile next to him. The last round in the kid's competition was Bra and Pan. Pan held up really good but Bra pounded on her ruthlessly without stop and eventually Pan dropped to the floor of the ring, out cold. Vegeta would be very proud. His daughter defeating a Son. Oh Vegeta I'm sorry... He sniffled and lost another beer to his tense muscles. He overheard Bulma tell Goten something about 'getting him to switch to soda or something'. He frowned, but didn't say anything.

Suddenly the announcer was telling the entrants for the adult competition to be down and ready within nine minutes, as the first match would be in ten. Goten hopped out of his seat and disappeared down the stand exit. Trunks followed closely after. Gohan paused in the doorway to activate his newest model of the Saiyaman costume. Not that he needed it anymore; everyone knew who the great Saiyaman was. He just wore it ‘cause the kids liked it.

Goku gulped down another can. Damn Saiyan resistance to alcohol. It always took him forever to get drunk. Bulma turned around to check on him again. He plastered a big ol’ grin on his face and she smiled back at him. Once she turned back to the stadium floor he let the sides of his face again fall into the deep frown that was his typical expression those days.

Goku was so busy frowning into his beer that he almost missed it. The first match had just started. He looked up to see a fat guy with not enough clothes on go up against a guy that looked middle-aged and was wearing… An outfit just like his old training gi; only sized down to fit the man’s shorter-than-average stature.

Goku watched them avidly. The bell sounded and suddenly the shorter man was there, right in front of the fat one, sending him a kick to the stomach that sent him flying out of the ring and into the wall below the first row of seats. The fat man fell to the grass, out cold. The short man started to smirk, frowned as if catching himself, then grinned. The crowds cheered. Goku stared.

"And ‘The Prince of all Fighters’ wins the match!" the speakers blared in a static imitation of the announcer’s voice. The short man grinned up at the crowds, then turned and walked off.

"The Prince of all Fighters…" Goku muttered under his breath "Interesting."