Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ, just borrowing characters, etc, etc, don't sue, etc.
The day of the tournament.
It was already time for the final rounds, and here is how it was lined up:
1) Vegeta vs. Yamcha
2) Bra vs. Pan
3) Natuko vs. Marron
4) Uubu vs. Goten
5) Trunks vs. Kyoko
6) Orange Son-ku vs. Mirai Trunks
In the first round, Vegeta beat Yamcha in less than five seconds.
The second round got more complicated.
"Sorry, Pan." Bra said. She wa dressed in a Saiya-jin spandex suit, aqua colored, t-sleeves, blue and white stripped gloves with matching boots.
"Not as sorry as I'm going to be," Pan smirked. She herself was dressed in her red spandex suit, only now she wore a red sash on her forhead under her bangs. Her feet and hands were bare.
"FIGHT!" the announcer yelled.
Bra lept at Pan, a fist aiming for her face. Pan jumped up, clenched both fists together, and slammed them down on Bra's neck. Bra gave a startled gasp and fell to the ground. At the last second she did a one-handed backflip, landing on her left foot and shooting back at Pan. She slammed her head into Pan's stomach. Pan choked, then then balled a fist and drove it down on Bra's back. Right before falling, Bra spun her leg and her right ankle slammed into Pan's side. Pan fell sideways onto the ground, but immediatly stood. "Not bad," she panted. "You've been training alot, eh?"
"And I can see you trained with Tousan. Very smart," Bra answered. Then she jumped at Pan and slammed her knee up on Pan's chin. Pan's head snapped back, but she took the opportunity to kick Bra's chest with both feet. When she hit the ground, she tucked a knee under her stomach, rolled, then stood. Bra lay on the ground, gasping. "I forfeit," she finaly managed to say.
Pan was declared the winner.
"Why'd you do that?" Pan asked, helping her friend up. "I know you wanted to win so badly . . . why did you quit?"
Bra grinned wryly. "For one thing, I think you broke a couple of my ribs. And," she whispered as Goten and the others neared. "I know you want to place a bond in Mirai-kun today, so I'm willing to step back."
Goten supported Bra and walked her to the medical center.
Everyone started to head back to ready themselves for the next round, but before leaving, Mirai placed a hand on Pan's shoulder. "Awesome fight. Hope we face each other." Then he walked away.
Pan felt tingles run up her shoulder. "Oh, we'll face each other, all right," she murmured. "I know we will."
Next up was Marron versus Natuko.
Natuko was a pretty brunette, with her long dark hair pulled on top of her head, twisted into a braid that still fell to her waist. She was wearing a skimpy black tank top, black shorts, and black shoes, just ordinary ones. A midnight blue choker with a silver charm in the shape of Saturn finished off her outfit.
Marron's hair was worn in her usual pigtails. She was wearing a pink gi with a white sash as a belt, a white shirt underneath the pink top, and white bows around the elastic band in her hair.
"FIGHT!"
Natuko fazed out, reappeared behind Marron, and kicked her in the back. Marron fell forward, but stopped her fall with her hands. She then pushed with her hands, flipped backwards, summersaulted twice in the air and landed. She brought her left foot up in a snap-kick, connecting with Natuko's face. Natuko hissed, and flipped out her long braid. It wound around Marron's throat, constricting her. Natuko's hair was ALIVE, and it wound tighter and tighter . . .
Marron brought her left hand up, and a small ki ball appeared at the tip of her index finger. She shot the beam, and it sliced Natuko's braid off. Natuko gasped, and the braid around Marron's throat went limp. She yanked it off. "Powerless without the braid, eh?" she panted, smirking. "Now . . ." she advanced on Natuko. Natuko gulped. Marron drove a swift kick to her left side, and Natuko went flying out of the ring.
Marron was announced winner.
Round three was Uubu versus Goten.
A split second before the announcer yelled, "BEGIN!", Uubu and Goten launched at eachother. To the normal human eye, they were nothing but blue, white, red, and black blurrs.
Goten was wearing a blue gi with a red long-sleeved shirt under the top. He wore the same design of sandel-shoes he had as a kid, except red, and no socks.
Uubu had a white gi with no shirt underneath and a stark black sash. His shoes were like Goten's, but instead of being red, they, too, were black.
They exchanged blows like mad. Goten spun around with a round-house kick. Uubu wiped the blood running down the side of his mouth, leapt forward, and gave Goten a sharp upper-cut. Goten's teeth clicked and his head snapped back. He stumbled up and dodged a kick to his face. Goten clenched his teeth, grabbed ahold of Uubu's head, and slammed it into his own. Uubu fell backwards, unconcious.
Goten won.
He rubbed his forhead. "Dude . . . I think I have a bruise, man," he said, looking at Trunks.
Pan snorted. "If you're bruising, Uubu probably has a cracked skull."
Bra, who had taken a senzu and now was fine, touched Goten's head. "Aww . . . c'mere, let me take a look." He lowered his head obediantly. To everyone's surprise - especially his - she kissed him.
Trunks gaped, Marron blinked, and Pan snickered. Vegeta just cocked an eyebrow, shrugged, and said, "Brat, give Kakarotto's brat a senzu."
Bra pulled back and took the pouch he tossed her. "I will, Tousan . . . after the tournament."
"Good." Vegeta wasn't really paying attention anymore. He was staring at Mirai's opponent, Orange Son-ku. He felt out his power, which he sensed it was surpressed. Suddenly his eyes widened in shock. *Great Kami . . . it couldn't be . . ." he thought.
Son-ku was looking back at him with coal black eyes. Pure black, as it they had once held color, but the pupils had swallowed it up.
Now it was time for the fifth round. Trunks against Kyoko.
Kyoko was a pretty girl, with white-blond hair cut short to her chin. She was wearing a silver ninja suit minus the mask.
Trunks was wearing a dark blueish-green gi, no shirt underneath, a pale purple sash, and dark grey boots. He had dark gray tape wrapped around his palms.
"GO!"
Trunks won the match easily, starting with a snap-kick. Then he grabbed her neck and pressed against a certain spot. Kyoko passed out, and Trunks was declared winnder of the fifth match.
Sorry this one was so short, but I've had writers block lately on EVERY FREAKIN THING. Oh, well, the next chapter will be longer, I promise. -Deidre