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Fanfic: Das Kampfsportturnier (Fortsetzung zu: Die goldene Saiyajin-Rüstung) 1. Teil
Chapter: The martial arts tournament (continued to: The golden Saiyan armor) 1st part
Hi, here is the continuation of my ff! you should have read the previous one so that you know what it is about as you go on!
Kind regards
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The fighting tournament
(Continuation to: The golden Saiyan armor)
Registration
It has been several years since Shrek was destroyed by Son TruGeta! The people on earth live without knowing about it, because on Namek the third wish was used to make them forget all that had happened.
It's a beautiful, starry evening. All fighters of group Z, except Piccolo, are in the house of Son Gohan and Videl and celebrate. They are celebrating the 19th birthday of Son Satan. Muten Roshi is the only one who is no longer there because he died of old age a few years ago.
"Papa, Papa!" called a little girl who was sitting in front of the television.
"What's Pan?" Son Gohan called to her because the music was so loud.
"You once told me about a martial arts tournament!"
"Yes what's up with it?"
"The TV is just saying that there will be one next year!"
"How? Turn up the TV and you turn off the music and come over here!"
The music was turned off and everyone listened to the newscaster's comment.
"Exactly in a year, the next martial arts tournament should take place. The last tournament took place about 30 years ago and the winner was Mr. Satan, the man who then saved the world from a certain Cell and thus for all time in the history book stands!"
Everyone laughed when they heard this.
"Here on this island, the tournament will take place. Those who want to take part must have registered at the House of Martial Arts in Satan City by the end of next week. And now the sport!"
Gohan turned off the TV and everyone turned off meeting tomorrow morning and then flying to Satan City to sign up.They met and flew to register. They were the first to be present and were able to register very quickly. The only one they couldn't find was Piccolo.
"Tell me your name and age!"
"My name is Son Goku and I am 51 years old."
"I am Vegeta and I am 59 years old."
"I am Gohan and I am 46 years old."
"My name is Trunks and I'm 36 years old."
"My name is Son Goten and I am 35 years old."
"Are you kidding us? You look way too young to be that old."
"No, no, we don't want to be kidding! We just look the way we feel!"
"Ok, please carry on now!"
"So I am Son Satan and I am 19 years old."
"Do you actually know that your name is just like Mr. Satan, the savior of the world?"
"Yes, he was my grandpa!"
"Really, then your mother is Videl! Will she take part too?"
"No, she's more of a housewife now!"
"It's a shame. Ok, let's go on."
"I'm Yukibo and 18 years old, but I'll be 19 in a few months."
"My name is Kuririn and I am 50 years old."
"My name is 18 and I am 34 years old."
"Oh my God. She should be 35 years old! She looks 20 and is married to a 50 year old! He's fine!" thought one of the officers.
"Hello! We're still there too!" called a little boy.
"Who are you? Do you want to take part in the tournament?" asked one of the officers.
"My name is TruGeta (this is the son of Trunks and his wife Stephi, he has also been an SSJ since he was born) and I am 6 years old!"
"I am Bardock and also 6 years old (son of Son Goten and his wife Karoline, also an SSJ since birth, named after his real grandpa).
"Ok, I think we have everything. I'll tell you now which category you're fighting in!"
"Ha, we'll win anyway!" came, with his typical style, from Vegeta.
"Um, so: Son Goku, Vegeta and Kuririn will take part in the senior tournament!"
"With the seniors? How long has there been something like that?"
"This is brand new! We want to give older people a chance to win something too."
"So much the better! So I can finally compete 100% against you, Kakarott." Vegeta said with anticipation in his voice. "
"Kakarott? Who is that? Oh, it doesn't matter! Now we go on! TruGeta and Bardock will take part in the children's tournament and the rest of you, in the normal tournament!"
"Like a children's tournament! We're strong enough to make it to the quarter-finals of the adults, or even further!" shouted the two loudly.
"Sorry! But children up to 15 years of age have to take part in the children's tournament! There are no exceptions!"
"Ok. Bardock then at least there will be an interesting final between the two of us! I'm already looking forward to it!"
"Me too! But against these young show-offs, let's finish them off with little finge!"
"It doesn't matter! At least we get a lot of money for toys and sweets!"
"Oh yes, great! I should have thought of that too. A lot of money for everything! I'm looking forward to it. Now we can beat up the guy who we are otherwise not allowed to touch!"
"Which do you mean now?"
"You already know! The one who pokes at us all the time because we stay out of all difficulties!"
"Yeah, exactly. It's worth more to me than fighting with the adults."
They said goodbye and flew home. Starting tomorrow, hard training should begin for everyone.
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should I post more of the story or leave it right away?
Kind regards
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The fighting tournament
(Continuation to: The golden Saiyan armor)
Registration
It has been several years since Shrek was destroyed by Son TruGeta! The people on earth live without knowing about it, because on Namek the third wish was used to make them forget all that had happened.
It's a beautiful, starry evening. All fighters of group Z, except Piccolo, are in the house of Son Gohan and Videl and celebrate. They are celebrating the 19th birthday of Son Satan. Muten Roshi is the only one who is no longer there because he died of old age a few years ago.
"Papa, Papa!" called a little girl who was sitting in front of the television.
"What's Pan?" Son Gohan called to her because the music was so loud.
"You once told me about a martial arts tournament!"
"Yes what's up with it?"
"The TV is just saying that there will be one next year!"
"How? Turn up the TV and you turn off the music and come over here!"
The music was turned off and everyone listened to the newscaster's comment.
"Exactly in a year, the next martial arts tournament should take place. The last tournament took place about 30 years ago and the winner was Mr. Satan, the man who then saved the world from a certain Cell and thus for all time in the history book stands!"
Everyone laughed when they heard this.
"Here on this island, the tournament will take place. Those who want to take part must have registered at the House of Martial Arts in Satan City by the end of next week. And now the sport!"
Gohan turned off the TV and everyone turned off meeting tomorrow morning and then flying to Satan City to sign up.They met and flew to register. They were the first to be present and were able to register very quickly. The only one they couldn't find was Piccolo.
"Tell me your name and age!"
"My name is Son Goku and I am 51 years old."
"I am Vegeta and I am 59 years old."
"I am Gohan and I am 46 years old."
"My name is Trunks and I'm 36 years old."
"My name is Son Goten and I am 35 years old."
"Are you kidding us? You look way too young to be that old."
"No, no, we don't want to be kidding! We just look the way we feel!"
"Ok, please carry on now!"
"So I am Son Satan and I am 19 years old."
"Do you actually know that your name is just like Mr. Satan, the savior of the world?"
"Yes, he was my grandpa!"
"Really, then your mother is Videl! Will she take part too?"
"No, she's more of a housewife now!"
"It's a shame. Ok, let's go on."
"I'm Yukibo and 18 years old, but I'll be 19 in a few months."
"My name is Kuririn and I am 50 years old."
"My name is 18 and I am 34 years old."
"Oh my God. She should be 35 years old! She looks 20 and is married to a 50 year old! He's fine!" thought one of the officers.
"Hello! We're still there too!" called a little boy.
"Who are you? Do you want to take part in the tournament?" asked one of the officers.
"My name is TruGeta (this is the son of Trunks and his wife Stephi, he has also been an SSJ since he was born) and I am 6 years old!"
"I am Bardock and also 6 years old (son of Son Goten and his wife Karoline, also an SSJ since birth, named after his real grandpa).
"Ok, I think we have everything. I'll tell you now which category you're fighting in!"
"Ha, we'll win anyway!" came, with his typical style, from Vegeta.
"Um, so: Son Goku, Vegeta and Kuririn will take part in the senior tournament!"
"With the seniors? How long has there been something like that?"
"This is brand new! We want to give older people a chance to win something too."
"So much the better! So I can finally compete 100% against you, Kakarott." Vegeta said with anticipation in his voice. "
"Kakarott? Who is that? Oh, it doesn't matter! Now we go on! TruGeta and Bardock will take part in the children's tournament and the rest of you, in the normal tournament!"
"Like a children's tournament! We're strong enough to make it to the quarter-finals of the adults, or even further!" shouted the two loudly.
"Sorry! But children up to 15 years of age have to take part in the children's tournament! There are no exceptions!"
"Ok. Bardock then at least there will be an interesting final between the two of us! I'm already looking forward to it!"
"Me too! But against these young show-offs, let's finish them off with little finge!"
"It doesn't matter! At least we get a lot of money for toys and sweets!"
"Oh yes, great! I should have thought of that too. A lot of money for everything! I'm looking forward to it. Now we can beat up the guy who we are otherwise not allowed to touch!"
"Which do you mean now?"
"You already know! The one who pokes at us all the time because we stay out of all difficulties!"
"Yeah, exactly. It's worth more to me than fighting with the adults."
They said goodbye and flew home. Starting tomorrow, hard training should begin for everyone.
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should I post more of the story or leave it right away?