Chapter 3: The Tenkaichi Budoukai
Goten and Trunks wandered around the waiting room, chatting casually.
"Trunks-kun, I'm bored."
"There's still fifteen minutes till it starts."
"Are you nervous?"
"No."
Goten lent against a wall and looked around.
Risa carefully wrapped her tail around her waist. These people didn't have them. Risa wondered why they cut them off. She walked around for a bit, then selected an isolated corner to sit in.
"Hey Trunksu, that girl looks familiar." Goten pointed at Risa.
"Black spiky hair…" Trunks muttered, frowning. ...like Otousan and
Gokuu-san.
"Huh?"
"Nothing…" Said Trunks, realising how stupid the idea was.
Risa noticed them staring at her. She waved. Hesitantly, Goten and Trunks looked away. 'That kid looks just like Kakarotto,' thought Risa, 'Maybe he shrunk…'
* * *
"Hi mina san! Please welcome to the ring last year's champion, the Satan city's great hero, MR SATAN!" Said the announcer (guess who). The crowd roared with applause. "Mr Satan, who saved the world from the dreadful Cell and…um…well yes *. Mr Satan!"
There was a few minutes silence.
*The memory of everything that happened after Buu arrived was wiped away from everyone’s mind (apart from the Z team) so that no-one would be afraid of Mr Buu. Everyone can remember that Mr Satan did something really great as well as defeating Cell, but they can’t quite remember what.
* * *
Mr Satan raced down the corridor. He'd just realised the time.
* * *
"Mr Satan?" Said the announcer. He looked around nervously. After a few more minutes silence, the crowd started to murmur.
"AHAAHAAHAAAA!" Bellowed Mr Satan, "I was just building up the suspense!"
He leapt into the air (well some people never learn) and sailed over the announcer, who was having a slight feeling of dejavu. Mr Satan skidded to a halt millimetres from the edge, teetered on the edge for a few seconds then crashed to the ground. He, very carefully, stepped back onto the platform.
"Er…Just kidding! Ahahahaa!" The crowd cheered again.
* * *
Risa stared out the door. "Who is that guy?"
The nearest competitor almost shouted. "You don't know who Mr Satan is?!"
"Oh I get it…he must be some sort of a clown, right?"
Before the kid could reply a few adults came in to announce that the children's tornament was about to start.
* * *
All the competitors lined up on the platform.
'Wai! So many people!' Risa gaped. 'There must be ‘least a million. There weren't half this many at home.'
"Trunks-kun there's even more this year ne?'
"Yeah, I guess so."
* * *
The first two kids fought. Risa yawned. 'So weak.' A strange thought
occured to her.
'Maybe they can't fly?!'
* * *
"…duu roku sai des vs Risa san, has sai des."
Risa looked around nervously and waved. Her opponent, an all-too familiar-bully snickered as he stepped onto the platform.
"Hehehe. They put me with a kid. Prepare to lose kid."
"Why?"
This took the bully by surprise. "Because you're gonna lose."
"Sodeska?" Risa folded her arms and hmphed.
* * *
"Let's check out her bag." Suggested Trunks.
"Why?"
Trunks pulled on the zip. It didn't budge. "Huh?" Trunks noticed a little pad on the side of the bag. He pressed it. "Access denied." It said.
Goten lent over and tried. With a click the bag opened.
Trunks stared at him. "How did you do that?"
"I dunno…"
Trunks rummaged through the bag. "Hey what the…" Trunks pulled out Risa's scouter. "Okaasan's got one of these I think."
Goten grabbed it off him.
PIIIIIII! PIIIII!
Goten put it on and looked at Trunks. The numbers whirred for a few seconds.
BANG!!!!
"Whoops…"
Trunks glared at Goten who hesitantly dropped it back into the bag. "Nii-chan said they sometimes go bang…"
"Definitely Saiyajin."
"We should tell Otousan."
"How?" Trunks was right, there was no way to find their parents in a stadium like this.
"I guess we'll have ta wait till af…"
* * *
Risa grinned as the announcer yelled "Hajime!"
The bully instantly took a ready pose. Risa stood there with her arms folded.
Flick, punt.
The bully limped away.
* * *
"…ter.
Risa stared down on the two boys. She grabbed the bag from Trunks' unresisting hands.
"T…Trunks-kun…she's got a tail!"
"You're a Saiyajin…" Trunks stated.
"So?"
Trunks tried to gag Goten…too late.
"So are we!" He said enthusiastically.
Risa stared at them for a few seconds. "Why's he have mauve hair, then?"
Trunks glared at her. "Purple."
"Mauve!"
"Purple!"
"Mauve!"
"Purple!"
"Mauve, mauve, mauve, mauve, mauve, mauve!"
A voice came over the loud speaker. "Next match Trunks, kyuusai des vs Imaji Hishi, duusai des."
"Purple." Trunks muttered as he wandered off.
"Are you Kakarotto?" Asked Risa.
"Huh? What’s a Kakarotto? Is it something you can eat?" Goten thought about it for a while, "Um…wait I think that's what Trunks' dad calls my dad but…"
"Your dad's Kakarotto? That explains a lot. So who is…"
Trunks strolled in looking very stuck up.
"How did ya go Trunks?"
"Knock out."
"Uh-huh."
Risa still looked puzzled. "So who's his father?"
Goten got up. "Sorry I gotta go my match is next."
Risa watched him go. 'Weird…' She looked up at Trunks who seemed to be doing his best to ignore her. 'Maybe I'll ask some other time…' Thought Risa, her survival instinct getting the better of her.
* * *
Goten gently flicked the other kid out of the ring. He was looking forward to the last match. It wasn't fair that they weren't allowed to go super saiyajin during the match, but it was better than getting all that publicity. That was for Mr Satan. And no fireballs. You weren't supposed to reck the stadium.
Goten didn't know what to do around Risa. This sort of thing didn't exactly happen every day. He'd never met a female Saiyajin before. If she was an average Saiyajin woman…they sure were weird…
Well any way that was his last fight until the final one.
* * *
Risa stepped onto the platform again. The opponent raced towards her. Risa blinked at him for a few seconds.
* * *
"Risa you're not supposed to hit them that hard."
"Gomenasai."
"At least he landed somewhere soft…" Said Goten.
"Yeah, in the audience."
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