Chapter 2
"So I'm up first, huh?" Yamcha said, rubbing the back of his head. "Oh well, can't be helped. I'll give it my best."
"Good luck," Tien said. He looked much the same as he did in timeline one, but his muscles were leaner, and his right eye was blind.
"Yeah, show them what you got," Chaozu said. Chaozu had changed far more than Tien. He was taller, around Krillin's height, and he had a new outfit. His get up consisted of black pants and a white shirt, with a black vest. On his back, he wore a high collared black cape with red lining.
"Don't forget," said Roshi. "Your wife and kids are gonna be watching. You need to do well for them."
Roshi himself was looking unusually young, with a full head of black hair and a well trimmed black beard. He also wore a black and white Kame Gi.
***
As Timeline 5 Gohan and Timeline 10 Yamcha entered the ring, Trunks stepped up, and said, "I'm the referee for the tournement, so I'll explain the rules now."
The Vegeta of Timeline One looked at his son from another timeline, and smiled. 'You've become much stronger, Trunks.'
Trunks spoke, and his words were projected to the entire arena.
"The matches will continue until one of you surrenders, is knocked out, is unable to continue the fight, or dies. Weapons may be used, as can illusions so long as the audience and I are not effected. Fighters awaiting their match will be held inside their box by a barrier for the duration of each match, to prevent interference. If another person interferes on the behalf of a combatant, that combatant is disqualified."
As he listend to the rules, Gohan studied his opponent's appearance. He was still recognizably Yamcha, that was for sure. He even had the same scar on his cheek. His hair was longer, a lot like it had been back during Vegeta's invasion, and he had the wispy beginnings of a mustache. He was wearing a loose fitting Kame Gi, and had a sword strapped to his back.
"Hey!" Yamcha shouted, once Trunks was finished, "You wouldn't happen to be related to Son Goku, would ya?"
"He's my father!" Gohan replied. Yamcha looked briefly surprised, then had an odd smile on his face.
Before it could get any further, Trunks shouted, "Begin!"
Yamcha grabbed his wrist, and prepared an old favorite. Gohan could tell immediately that this Yamcha was far stronger than the one in his timeline.
***
"That's the Sokidan!" Pan said from the Timeline 16 box.
***
Gohan evaded the move with ease, then jumped into the air to evade it's rebound. He declined to return to the ground, and continued dodging the attack every time Yamcha sent it back to him. He was watching Yamcha closely, waiting for his next move. He could sense the Sokidan without much difficulty, so he could afford to track it non-visually.Yamcha's hands moved up, then down, then left, then right, then left and right again. Each time, Gohan dodged the Sokidan's renewed assault.
Suddenly, Gohan sensed the Sokidan coming at him from every direction at once! Shocked, he turned, but did not see any new attacks. Too late, he realized what had happened. After dodging it countless times, Gohan was struck by the explosive ball of energy! Not wasting a moment, Yamcha charged in, and struck him with his Wolf Fang Fist!
***
"He used hypnosis to obfuscate his opponent's senses. A cunning strategy," Dabura stated from the third timeline's box.
"Clever," Cell commented. "He must have picked up that trick from Master Roshi."
***
Gohan hit the ground hard, and Yamcha closed in for another assault. Gohan tried to ward him off with a ki blast, but Yamcha evaded it with Instant Transmission. Gohan scanned the arena, searching for where Yamcha would reappear.
After a moment, he still had not reappeared. Looks like this was Not-So-Instant Transmission. Gohan raised his guard, waiting for the inevitable. Then, Yamcha reappeared in the last place Gohan expected: the exact same place he'd been before!
"What?!" Gohan shouted. Yamcha's words were far more concerning.
"Solar Flare!"
The entire arena was blinded. Gohan flared his aura, hoping to push back any followup strike whilst his eyes were blinded. His aura flickered away as he recovered, and Yamcha was no where to be seen.
'Can't sense him...he must be hiding his ki.' Gohan thought.
Out of nowhere, something unseen hit him in the back. Gohan spun around, lashing out with an elbow strike that hit empty air. Another blow struck Gohan in the jaw, and he snapped off a kick in retaliation. Empty air again.
***
"Oh ho ho," Baba laughed, "How interesting. Seems this Yamcha is a shapeshifter."
"But, what did he shapeshift into?" Minotia asked curiously.
"An invisible man, of course!"
***
'He's invisible, some how.'
A heel kick hit him in the shoulder, but this time Gohan did not retaliate.
'He teleports away every time I try and hit him where he is, so I have to hit him where he's going to be! Logic dictates that the most effective follow up attack will come from...here!' Gohan thought, turning and throwing a strong right hook right where Yamcha should reappear!
But he didn't. For Yamcha knew one thing that changed where the most opportune angle of attack would be. Yamcha knew that his opponent would be smart enough to determine where the best angle of attack would normally be, and would quickly recognize his attack pattern. So Yamcha stayed exactly where he was, evading Gohan's strike by not evading it at all. Yamcha sent a kick at Gohan's leg, aiming to sweep him off his feet.
And Gohan promptly jumped over it, and roundhouse kicked Yamcha in the face. Yamcha went tumbling away, and his shapeshifting dissipated in a cloud of pink smoke.
"That was a masterful strategy Yamcha. Unfortunately, you already pulled that trick once, so when my attack didn't work, I had a pretty good idea of where you'd be."
"Your skill is impeccable, Son-kun," Yamcha replied.
***
"Man, who knew I could be this strong?" bemoaned Timeline One's Yamcha from up in the stands.
"Well, that's what happens when you stop taking training seriously," Puar interjected.
***
"Masenko-HAAAAAA!" Gohan shouted as he fired the blast at the scarface bandit. Yamcha twirled in place, presenting his back to the attack as it bored down on him. The attack was drawn into a red jewel on the hilt of his sword. Yamcha turned back to Gohan, whilst at the same time popping two capsules from his belt.
A set of Machine guns appeared in his hands.
***
Lapis gave an appreciative whistle as he saw the guns. "Those are Thompsons," he said, "Custom jobs from the looks of it. Great quality too."
"You and your guns," Lazuli sighed, "Why do you collect those? You can bench press a mountain. You don't even buy any bullets."
Lapis shrugged. "What can I say? I like the way they look," he said, then looked at the ring on his finger, which bore a familiar red jewel, and said "I need to talk to that guy. I think we've got a lot in common."
***
The Thompsons fired. Gohan, not expecting guns of all things, was struck, and to his shock found himself in pain. The bullets hadn't pierced his skin, but they did leave severe bruises.
Yamcha let the guns clatter to the ground. "Those things chew up bullets faster than you could imagine, Son-kun."
"How did you make those bullets damage me? Not to sound arrogant, but that shouldn't be possible."
"These bullets are custom made, designed to be enhanced by my ki," Yamcha explained, before popping another capsule on his belt, revealing a deck of cards, which he promptly scattered onto the floor. Gohan, wary of Yamcha's tricks, watched the cards closely, trying to spot Yamcha's next trick.
He was examining the cards so closely, that he was caught off guard when Yamcha grabbed the Thompsons off the floor and fired once more. As Gohan was cataloging his new bruises, Yamcha dropped his guns again and explained, "These things may be able to do some damage, but against a guy like you, they need the element of surprise. So I told a little fib about being out of ammo, and used a regular ole deck a cards to draw your attention away."
Gohan looked at Yamcha for a moment, then fired a blast from each had, destroying the Thompsons. Then he asked, "Why did you have a deck of cards on your belt?"
Yamcha shrugged his shoulders. "Poker night."
After a moment of silence, Gohan began to power up. His aura turned gold, and his hair took on a familiar spiky pattern. Finally, a single streak shifted from black to gold.
***
Goku smiled, and said "That Gohan is something else. He's internalized nearly all of his Super Saiyan power."
***
"Impressive," Yamcha stated. Then he kicked off his sandals and said, "You're not the only guy who can transform."
Yamcha's muscles began to bulge, filling out his loose gi. His teeth grew sharper, his nose became a snout. finally, fur began to grow all over his body. Yamcha...was turning into a werewolf.
***
In the spectator seats, Timeline One was going wild.
"Yamcha, Yamcha!" Puar squeaked. "That is more than just simple shapeshifting!"
"I can feel him getting a lot stronger!" T1 Yamcha replied back. "We can't transform? Right?" He asked Krillin, who looked to him and shrugged his shoulders.
"Maybe he formed a contract with a demon?" Krillin said. Tenshinhan nodded at this, saying "That's possible."
***
"ROOOAAARRRR!" Yamcha shouted with all of his might. Gohan charged at Yamcha, but when the primal scream reached his ears, his entire body was locked up-he couldn't move! And before Gohan could understand what happened, Wolf-Yamcha, on his hind legs like a hybrid wolf man, was before him, throwing a dozen crushing blows all over Gohan's body. "Wolf Fang Fist!" Yamcha growled and for the final blow, his double palm strike sent Gohan flying. With a pained grunt, the half saiyan was sent flying. Yamcha then got back on all fours, and opened his mouth as wide as he could.
"Wolf Fang Gale Cannon!" The wolf cried out before a greenish beam of energy shot out of his mouth. Gohan, body still paralyzed, could not even muster a single defense, and took the blast head on.
***
"He's holding back," T10 Chaozu muttered to T10 Tenshinhan in the boxes. "He could have ended everything if he used his claws on him."
"You know how Yamcha is." Tenshinhan responded. "He'd only take it to that level if he was fighting a true enemy."
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Gohan slowly picked himself off of the tournament ring, gritting his teeth as he stood. He was bleeding and brused, and his gi was in tatters, but still, his look of determination and the blond spike in his hair stated he was still ready for more.
Yamcha laughed hearily from his gut, and said "Five times kid. My Fenrir Scream will paralyze you five times before you develop an immunity."
"You talk too much old man!" Gohan shouted with good nature, running at him again. Once again, the Fenrir Scream reached his ears and he was locked, and felt a flurry of harsh blows pound down on him. But instead of sending him flying again, Yamcha backflipped away, landing on hind toes as Gohan's body freed up. Gohan moved into the Demon Clan fighting stance, while Yamcha moved into the Turtle Style fighting stance-they stared each other down.
'Last time the paralysis lasted five seconds,' Gohan thought to himself. 'This time it was four." A weakness like that is something easy to take advantage of. The two fighters jumped at each other and threw over a thousand blows and blocks at high speed. Yamcha was faster, as Gohan could barely keep up against his strikes, but Gohan was stronger, as each blow that Yamcha stopped left a sickly purple welt on his furry arms and hands, and each strike shook his canine hybrid's bones to the core. Suddenly Yamcha teleported into the air and released his Fenrir Scream yet again.
As Gohan founded himself paralyzed, he began counting in his head.
'One.' Yamcha charged a Kamehameha Wave as quickly as he could.
'Two.' Yamcha fired at Gohan.
'Three.' Gohan dodged the blast. 'Yes, it worked!' But Gohan did not notice that Yamcha's blast was heading towards one of the cards. Gohan charged at Yamcha but, he released the Fenrir scream yet again. Gohan froze in place, with a smirk on his lips
'One.' Yamcha pulled out a card from his belt, a wolfish grin on his face. Yamcha had taken it from the ground when he did his backflips
'Two.' The Kamehameha wave struck a card on the ground, and immediately came through the card in Yamcha's hand.
"Three." Yamcha said, the wolfish smile growing wider. Gohan's eyes widened. As the blast struck him, A huge explosion of wind and dust shooting out through the ring.
"I can control the length of paralysis," Yamcha called out at the blast. "I shortened it each time to trip you up," He smirked, but as the dust cleared, his smile fell. Gohan's aura cackled with lightning, now in it's internal super saiyan 2 form.
Yamcha grabbed another capsule. It was a special capsule, with a sticker of a wolf. Popping it open, he revealed a grenade launcher.
"Gohan," Yamcha said, "Before I gained my special sword and cards, I had tried earlier experiments to seal energy attacks. This was one of them. It only worked with my chi, but I've learned to store my power for years. My Ultimate Attack..." He aimed the weapon. Gohan stood there, processing what he said.
"Wait. Years?"
"Wolf's Rain!" Yamcha shouted, pulling the trigger. In a flash, the grenade fired, and Gohan crossed his arms to block it. The grenade exploded as it struck him, the blast slowly expanded outward, consuming him completely. All the spectators covered their eyes as a horrible flash shone bright.
Yamcha placed the grenade launcher back into capsule form, and waited as the dust cleared, his arms crossed together. He had a good idea of what was about to happen. He smiled as he was proven right. Son Gohan still stood.
Seeing this, Yamcha reverted back to his human form with a 'poof.'
"I forfeit!" He said non-chalantly.
"Son Gohan of Timeline Five is the winner!" Trunks announced. The crowd cheered, as Gohan and Yamcha shook hands.
"I may have had you beat in power, but when it comes to skill, you're on another level," Gohan said to him, "yet I get the feeling I didn't see your whole arsenal."
"Lucky you didn't. My best moves are kinda really lethal, and a tournament ain't worth that."
Gohan didn't quite take the last remark seriously, but chose to humor him. "Well, perhaps the fight would have been closer if you tried to kill me anyways."
"Nah." Yamcha laughed, placing a hand on Gohan's shoulder. "Honestly, I fight best when my opponent outclasses me, and I kinda get the vibe you do too."
Gohan looked at him quizzically, surprised that Yamcha knew him better than even Piccolo did. "That's when we're in our element, and this time, I was the one having the time of my life, in the flow as it were."
"You''re alright, Yamcha. But I gotta ask, why'd you look so happy when I told you who my father was?"
Yamcha sighed, "Well, honestly in my Timeline, Goku was killed when he was young. I was happy to see that he lived long enough to have a kid in your timeline."
"My father died when I was young," Gohan said somberly. Then, seeming to realize his own sour mood, he hastily added "But at least in looks like he's still alive in a lot of the other timelines"
***
Right before Gohan and Yamcha went towards their respective boxes, Gohan looked to see the Chi Chi of Timeline 10 walking up and embracing Yamcha. They kissed passionately. Gohan, blushing furiously, realized that with his father dead, Chi Chi would have moved on. Walking back to the T5 boxes, Gohan watched as three raven haired kids ran down from the stands to tackle Yamcha. The parents hugged all of them and they shared a laugh. The oldest one seemed only a few years younger than Gohan himself.
***
"Do you think you can patch me up?" Gohan asked, back in his timeline's box.
"Sure," Piccolo said, firing a teal beam of energy at Gohan. In an instant, his tattered gi was back to pristine condition.
"I can't believe I had so much trouble in my first match," Gohan said. "I wasn’t expecting anything like that."
"Why? Because it was Yamcha?" Piccolo asked. Gohan's mouth hung open at the suggestion.
"No! Of course not!”
“Because I thought that fight was going to be a complete waste of time,” Piccolo replied truthfully, a small smile on his face in contrast with Gohan's frown. “None of us are there. Goku isn’t there, and Vegeta isn’t there. For all we knew, Timeline 10 may have just been extremely lucky to survive as long as they did. But I can see it wasn’t just luck that got them this far You did fine against a powerful opponent, and now we all to not underestimate anyone."
***
"I've never knew Yamcha could become so powerful!" the Goku in the VIP boxes said to himself, standing in front of the glass, giddy like a child on Christmas. "And if he's not the strongest fighter of Timeline 10..." A wide grin grew on his face.
While everyone was still musing, Whis appeared in the middle of the ring, microphone in hand, to call the next match.
"Gohan of Timeline 1 vs. Piccolo of Timeline 1. Please move to the ring. I repeat: Gohan of Timeline 1, Piccolo of Timeline 1, please move into the ring."
In the T1 boxes Piccolo's eyes widened at hearing this. Not even taking a backward glance to see what Gohan was thinking, Piccolo moved towards tournament ring.
***
"Whis you blasted fool," Beerus muttered. "It's practically impossible from fighters of the same timeline to meet in the first match. What are you doing for these match up, throwing darts at a wall?"
***
After Piccolo landed on to the ring, he looked backwards, expecting Gohan to be right behind. However, he disappeared from the T1 boxes.
"Looking for me, evil-doer?!" A voice called out. Piccolo turned back to forward, seeing Gohan nimbly flip into the air and land on the ring twenty feet away from his mentor. His helmet gleamed from the light that shone in the coliseum.
"It is I!" He held his hands out away from his body: "The Master of Justice! The Sentry of Freedom! The Guardian of Truth!" He started to tap-march his feet on the ground in place for 10 beats then froze, opened his legs outward, and placed his hands like an "M" on his helmet.
"I AM...THE GREAT SAIYAMAN!" he roared, in front of mortals, gods, and himself.
The reactions that followed were positive...from some. Of course there were the more cordial members of the audience, who clapped politely. There were the young children who found the display funny, and laughed and giggled and clapped. Pan and Uub of T16, Goten and Trunks of T1, and Minotia of T2 had stars in their eyes and was jovially taking it all in great fun. Even the Ginyu Force in the T14 boxes were really enjoying it, shouting encore, pumping their fists in the air aggressively, and bemoaning that Gohan was a goody goody because he would be a worthy fifth addition and credit to the team. The other reactions however were not as positive. Practically everyone else was in dumbfounded silence. Spectators that were parents hid their confusion with false smiles to placate their laughing younglings. Spectators in T1 placed their heads in their palms, embarassed. T16 Gohan chuckled a bit, but the sound quickly went away when his family and friends in the stands stopped and looked at him. and T5 Gohan? T5 Gohan could only stare.
"Um," It took a moment for Trunks to compose himself. After which: "BEGIN!"
Piccolo only needed three seconds to charge and fire a full powered Special Beam Cannon, a testament to his skills, however with the grace of a swan, Go-, the Great Saiyaman shot up into the air, throwing victory signs as he did so, garnering some applause. Piccolo shot his arm out at the midair henshin hero. The Piccolos of Timelines 5 and , as well as Cell of Timeline 3, cursed at seeing one of their surprises exposed. Gohan continued the spectacle: He jumped onto the arm, and dashed towards Piccolo.
"SAIYA KIIIIIIIIIIICK!" the Great Saiyaman shouted, throwing a highly telegraphed aerial kick, that Piccolo begrudgingly dodged.
"Villain! You are fast, but I am far faster!" The Great Saiyaman called out, performing a spin manauever and another pose with his hands placed like an "M" on his helmet again. "The Great Saiyaman will bring you to justice!
"
"Gohan, stop this foolishness!" Piccolo roared, throwing both of his fists out at Gohan this time. They moved faster than ever before, to the point there seemed to be a thousand angry green fists, coming at Gohan in a flurry of mystic attacks. However-
"SAIYA DODGE! SAIYA PARRY! SAIYA DUCK!" The Great Saiyaman shouted, dodging each potential blow with relative ease.
"The green man has far surpassed Kakarot's level when he fought Buu..." Timeline 1's Vegeta said to himself. "A shame that Gohan is even beyond that level now-this farce is excruciating to watch." He looked away as the henshin hero mooned Piccolo as he dodged, yet again.
"To hell with this!" Piccolo roared, sending a fist into the tournament ring, causing a large amount of dust and smoke to envelope the area. Though the Great Saiyaman wore a helmet with a visor, he still found the move unexpected. This left an opening that Piccolo latched on to, launching himself through the dust cloud to headbutt the Great Saiyaman into the face. With a grunt, the henshin hero jumped backwards out of the cloud, followed by Piccolo, who jumped after him again.
"Stop patronizing me! Take this seriously!" Piccolo shouted, throwing a punch, to which, the Great...er, Gohan, phased through, an after image. Piccolo turned around ready, expecting, knowing what was coming and what he must do, but his student was too quick for him to stop: Gohan embedded a corkscrew punch, an inch into Piccolo's gut was. He stepped back and waited, as Piccolo fell to his knees, holding his sides. He tried not to show weakness, but the lack of air entering his lungs made that a hard sell to pull off. As he gasped hungrily for the citrus toned oxygen, his mind wandered to that time before the tournament...
***
Piccolo and Gohan sat in a clearing, catching their breath after a good spar.
"Mr. Piccolo, you've sure grown a lot stronger over the past few months." Gohan complimented, then added "Though I still haven't been able to get back up to the power I had when I fought Majin Buu."
"Gohan," Piccolo stated, "I've come to realize something. You haven't lost any of your power."
"What do you mean?"
"Your power hasn't gone down at all. What's happened is that your instincts are dulled. You still have the power, but you're body is too tense to draw it out. That's why you turned back to using Super Saiyan. It's a placebo."
"What do I do to fix that?"
"You need to get your body to be less tense in battle. That'll let you bring out your full power again."
***
'I get it now,' Piccolo thought.
"You okay?" Gohan asked, using his normal voice and not his exaggerated Saiyaman voice.
In response, Piccolo fired an instantaneous pair of Eye beams at Gohan. They struck his helmet, splitting in in half.
The helmet fell to the ground, and somewhere in the audience, a Spectator said "huh, I thought he'd be bald, for some reason."
"What the-" Gohan questioned, but Piccolo charged him, hitting him square in the gut. Then he stretched his fist back, and smashed it into Gohan's face. Gohan flew back, but Piccolo grabbed him by his shirt, and hit him again.
"This isn't you Gohan," Piccolo said, "You can't grow by pretending to be someone else. At the end of the day, you'll always be Son Gohan. You can't change that!"
"But-"
"Don't give me any hogwash about not being good enough, Gohan! You're brave. You're kind. And above all, you're strong. Not just strong in body, but strong in mind. I've always neglected that. I focused on half of you, not the whole of you. I know who you can soar higher that I, or anyone, has ever dared to dream. Embrace it Gohan!"
Gohan shook, and let out a roar. Piccolo was blown back, but stayed on his feat. Gohan's aura flared, and his power was at it's peak. Piccolo smiled.
Piccolo let loose a matching roar, and powered up himself. His muscles bulged, and swelled.
"This form won't last long, but I think I can give you a good fight for a few minutes like this."
Piccolo and Gohan charged each other once more. They clashed in an intense melee. Punches, Kicks, elbow and knee strikes. they were dead even. They rose high into the air, and on some imperceptible signal, both flew back.
Gohan dipped into the trademark stance of the Kamehameha, and Piccolo cupped his hands in front of his chest.
"KAMEHAMEHA!"
"LIGHT GRENADE!"
The attacks met with a collossal explosion
Then, all was still for a brief moment. A second later, Gohan floated down to the arena, supporting an exhausted Piccolo on his shoulder. Both had smiles on their faces.
Piccolo looked to Trunks, and said, "Call it."
Trunks smiled, and announced "The winner is Son Gohan of Timeline One!"
As Gohan and Piccolo walked off, Whis announced the next match "The next match will be Uranai Baba of Timeline Two vs Muten Roshi of Timeline Ten!"
***
"So, what do you think?" Tenshinhan said as Master Roshi started moving out of the T10 box into the ring.
"I think this match is a long time coming," Master Roshi said, moving to the ring. "No Mom or Dad or martial arts code to stop me now," he muttered under his breath
"You might want to cover his eyes," Baba said to Tapion, pointing to Minotia. Tapion squinted his eyes, not understanding. She winked at him, and levitated towards the ring.
***
Master Roshi looked calm, and Baba looked confident.
"Alright..." Trunks slowly started.... "Begin!"
"Alright Baba..." Master Roshi said, getting into a patented stance: he placed his left foot forward, his back foot sideways. He crouched down, and placed his left hand into the air, and his right hand forward in front of him. "You get one chance to forfeit..." But then his voice died in his throat, his eyes widened to the size of saucers, and his cheeks became flush in embarrassment.
With a snap of her fingers, Uranai Baba's chinese dress dissolved into a tight, small, black, microkini. Her normal black heels, became 3 inch high stilletos. Tapion, suddenly understanding, placed his hands on his brother eyes, along with all of the spectators who had children.
***
A lot of the men and some women started whooping and hollering. In the VIP box, everyone had different reactions.
"Oh dear!" Whis said while laughing. "She has quite the body, but will it be enough?”
"Trunks stop looking!" The Supreme Kai of Time roared when in disgust, she looked to her attendant, who was at the side of the ring, staring. Hastily, Trunks covered his eyes with his hands...though there was still a gap in his fingers.
"Does his woman not know children are present?" Beerus said, quite irritated as he slumped in his seat.
"...But we're not at the beach..." Goku muttered to himself.
***
"What are you doing!" Master Roshi squealed, turning his entire body away in fear, but found an illusion of Baba in front of him still, hands on her head, swinging her heaving chest slowly, seductively. It seemed that everything would spill out if Baba went too fast. "You pervert!" he said, heart beating fast.
"No Onii-chan, you're the pervert," Baba smiled seductively. "Forfeit, and I'll put on some clothes. Otherwise, I might put on something even more...comfortable."
"I can close my eyes you know!" Master Roshi shouted, eyes clasping tightly, but then an image opened in his mind. Uranai Baba, in the trikini, performing various exercise poses from Master Roshi's exercise videos.
"NOOOOOOOO!" Master Roshi cried, sweat on his brow, as he shivered violently,"Damn your powers!"
"Onii-chan, how would you like a backrub?" Baba said, slowly inching towards her brother, who broke into a run, squealing and crying like a tortured pig, at which Baba immediately gave chase.
"How disgusting," Timeline 11's Chi Chi from said to her husband, in the Timeline spectator seats. Her face was twisting in anger.
"I never thought he would go so low as to lust after his own sister! It doesn’t matter if our Baba hasn’t looked like that in centuries, its still his family!"
"Have faith. Our master isn't that bad," Yamcha said. Chichi looked at him incredulously. He pointed at Roshi. "Do you see a trail of blood all over his clothes like the other perverts here?" Chi Chi's eyes widened at this, looking to the other spectators who were going crazy, and to Master Roshi. No blood.
"I got you now, baby brother!" Baba said. She had Master Roshi to a corner, who was shivering. She slowly placed her hands on her knees and bent over to him, showing her humongous cleavage. "Now, about that backrub?" she said, tongue accenting each word with a perversion that no sibling should ever hear.
"D-do not want," Master Roshi whimpered, holding his body to keep him from jumping out off the ring and running for his dear life. With a grin, Baba charged, aiming to destroy her brother's mind and win in a very fun way, but then, before she can grab Master Roshi in such an embrace, Master Roshi's eyes twinkled:
Poke to the forehead.
Chop to the right side clavicle.
Jab to the solar plexus.
Chop the left clavicle.
Three jabs to the chest.
One kick to the each shin.
And a spinning kick to the temple. Uranai Baba was sent flying in a spin, and her body bounced once after hitting the tournament ring. Roshi smirked. He'd held back a lot, no need to kill his own sister after all, but it was still enough to hurt.
"Did you really think..." Master Roshi said "That I would lust after my own flesh and blood?" Baba got up slowly, tasting a bit of blood in her mouth. "Forfeit or fight, but put on some damn clothes already!" Master Roshi went back into his earlier stance, stone faced, and very disappointed in his sister. With a snap of her fingers, Baba’s Qipao and normal heels were back.
"Don't you dare look down on me Chow!" Baba shouted, "In my timeline you are nothing but a failed warrior who died of natural old age centuries ago! You are weak! You are incapable of fathoming my true powers!"
"That me, was weak." Master Roshi said curtly, ignoring the mention of his name as he'd not been Chow for centuries. "That me, was not be capable of understanding your true power. Now, are we going to talk, or are we going to fight?" Baba's beautiful face twisted into a hate filled sneer and started chanting:
Baba's beautiful face twisted into a hate filled sneer and started chanting: "Disbati miajn malamiko-" Baba started waving her hands in circles, and her blue aura started to appear. "Ŝtonoj de Ĉielo elvenu nun-Lasi Nenio Akcidento-Ŝamano la Pluvo!"
Baba pointed her finger into the air. Master Roshi looked up and saw seven huge meteors falling from the sky. Roshi stood exactly where he was.
***
"Hmm, each of those hit with as much force as the asteroid I tossed at the Earth to wipe out those rude dinosaurs," Beerus commented.
"But, the Earth still has dinosaurs," Goku said.
"Then where did I toss that asteroid?"
***
"That's it?" Baba looked to the meteors, still smoking, and smiled.
Then, she saw her brother standing there smugly, and growled.
She raised her hands into the air. "Li bezonis en Infero-Kuiru gxian hauxton Kaj char liaj ostoj-"
The flames from the meteors' remains started to rise into the air. Master Roshi tilted his head to the side, but wasn't too worried.
"Doni lin neniu kvarono-Brulanta Memmortigo!" The Flames from all seven meteors shot at Master Roshi, who ducked, and leaped at Baba. But before he could reach her, the fires appeared in front of Baba like a shield. Master Roshi threw a punch, expecting to hit through what he believed to be chi, but pulled his hand out in shock, burns on his hand and down his forearm.
"This is magic, you fool!" Baba laughed hysterically. The flames coalesced into a large fireball, which suddenly raced at Master Roshi, who started to run and dodge. As he tried to escape the fire ball, Baba started to continue her chanting-for assurance.
"Dosolfala fa redo simila! mimiresi domi, la lafasimi fadomisol dore solfalami! Dore Doladore Domi!" Uranai Baba knelt down, placing her hands upon the ground. The earthen remains of the meteor melded into the arena floor.
The meteors started to dissolve into the tournament ground. Master Roshi was backflipping accross the arena, to avoid the fireball
His hands started to turn red, hot like freshly tempered steel, and when the fireball drew close, he shot off a finger strike with a call of "Shisenna-Hagane Strike!"
The strike released a massive gout of flame that burned straight through the fireball. Roshi smirked...before he was enveloped by a shadow as a tall figure appeared behind him.
"Roshi..." she started, "...meet Kazoola." Kazoola was huge. He was big, stocky and square, the same white color as the arena. Just one fist was the size of Master Roshi's entire body.
"Kazoola...smash." At this, Baba levitated into the air. Master Roshi jumped back, but Kazoola was already on him. He was big, but by no means was he slow. He threw a hundred punches but Master Roshi was able to dodge all but one, but that one was all that the golem needed. That one fist sent Master Roshi flying. Roshi could tell instantly that Kazoola's strangth rivaled Majin Buu
"Having some trouble dear brother? Ho Ho Ho Ho!" Baba laughed, her sense of superiority against Master Roshi rising. "Bet you wished you gave up now. " Master Roshi landed on his feet, and gave Kazoola the universel gesture for 'bring it'
Kazoola charged at Master Roshi again, who waved his arms in a circle. Gales of wind, infused with Roshi's chi, formed into cyclones around his arms.
"Kazeoga!" Roshi shouted as the cyclones bored through Kazoola's body, smashing him to pieces. The pieces dissolved back into the tournament ring. Baba gritted her teeth.
"Damn," She said as she took a step back, afraid.
"Dear sister, your skills are lacking," Master Roshi said, walking towards her, chi starting to form in his palm. "But don't worry, I'll teach you." But then a huge fist slammed Master Roshi into the ground. Kazoola had regenerated, and launched a sneak attack! Baba's false visage of fear disappeared, replaced by barely contained mirth.
"Kazoola, finish him," At the order, Kazoola merged his fist into the ground. With Master Roshi between it like a pig in a blanket, it became clear he was being suffocated to death, though slowly.
"Forfeit Roshi." Baba said. "The Dragonballs can reverse your death, but I still don't want to kill you."
"I...love...you...too..." Master Roshi huffed, but then he roared, and his body bulked out, breaking Kazoola's fist violently-if he felt pain, he would scream. Baba's eyes widened in disbelief as Kazoola threw another fist with his other hand, but Master Roshi grabbed the golem's wrist and hurled him into the air. His body slimmed down, and he prepared a familar stance.
Baba began to chant.
"Ka...."
"Nun, elsuĉos lian spiriton-"
"Me..."
"Lia koro fariĝis ŝelo-"
"Ha..."
"Li devos almozpeti kompato-" The energy ball Master Roshi was forming was growing large. Baba's hand started to glow violet.
"Me..."
"Animo Malliberejo!" Kazoola finally re-righted himself, just in time for Master Roshi to fire.
"HA!" The blast surged right at Kazoola, but right before the blast hit, the golem broke into seven smaller, Roshi sized Kazoolas. Master Roshi gritted his teeth, not noticing Baba fire something at his back, hitting him in the spine. He spun around, slapping Baba to the face, but was shocked when no ki attack came forth. He felt a spot on his spine-it was a purple mark, and it burned intensely. Baba smirked as Roshi realized his ki was sealed off. Suddenly there were seven large thuds, as the Kazoola Corps landed on the ground.
"Dear brother, that sutra means you can't release any ki from your body. And without being able to do that, your repetoire has been reduced to nothing" Baba mocked, a smile on her face. Master Roshi said nothing, looking straight at her. "Your skills are lacking, but don't worry, I'll teach you some new tricks." The seven Kazoolas all attacked, but Master Roshi blocked each strike, and retaliated, reducing each Kazoola to rubble in one hit each.
"Inconceivable!" Baba spat. "This is impossible!"
"I've been trained by the Kais." Master Roshi said. " I may not be able to release my ki, but I don't need to. But it is annoying, so..." Master Roshi's aura began glow white. He gritted his teeth in pain, and sweat started to form on his brow, but his chi started to rise. He hunched over the ground, looking to vomit, and the purple mark started to dissolve.
When the mark was gone, Master Roshi shot a confident lool Baba, but Kazoola reformed into his full sized body, and began launching a flurry of strikes once more.
Baba began to chant.
"Vi ne levi vian kapon-" Baba placed her hands to the ground, her hands turning black as night.
"Vi ŝarĝon vin per vivo-Ĝi estas tro peza-" Baba looked to Master Roshi, smiling.
"This is the End! La Pentanta Unu! Tempoj Cent!" Expecting something from below, Master Roshi jumped up high into the air, but when the chant was completed, Master Roshi found himself plummeting back to the ground. Kazoola's eyes widened to a look of shock as his body crashed to the ground, distorting as if he was being smushed by a great weight, unable to move, or even reform due to the massive gravity. Master Roshi fell to the ground with pained grunt.
"Gravity?" Master Roshi moaned, but Baba continued her next spell without missing a beat.
"Dosolfala fa redo simila! Soldodola dofa silen! Reznu kin dio! Spike!"
In a waft of purple smoke, What looked to be a large man in a blue jumpsuit with wings and horns and purple skin appeared. Devilman. He raised his hands to his head, a cackle on his lips. Master Roshi looked to him, and then Uranai Baba, who started to laugh as she shouted "FIRE!!!!" Spike pointed his hands at Master Roshi, the pink beam of the Devilmite Beam racing towards him. However, Roshi smirked, and disappeared. Unencumbered by the gravity change, he appeared behind Spike, and knocked him out by chopping the back of his neck.
Baba looked to Spike. Unconscious. She looked to Master Roshi, hands on his hips, expecting more. Baba looked to Kazoola, who also seemed to have gone unconscious, with the strength of the gravity being too much for him.
"I have to admit Baba." Master Roshi said. "You're shaping up to be a bit more fun than the you from my timeline. But I only have time for one more magic attack, before I end you."
Baba could not contain her frustrations any longer, deciding then and there to truly devastate his mind and his soul.
"Dosolfala fa redo simila! Dosolsisol dofa fa la refalasol lasi falamido!Dore Doladore Domi! Innsmouth!"
It was then that Master Roshi's vision started to turn black. "W-wha?" He found that he could not see anything. "I'm blind!"
"Of course, because the lord of darkness cannot be seen by the one he's coming for. Farewell." Cackled Baba. Master Roshi, finding himself trapped in the darkness, knew that something was coming. He closed his eyes, and waited. He made no motion when he was a foot away. No motion when he was right behind him. No motion when he was in front of the hermit. And no motion when his hands was closing in on Master Roshi's neck
Innsmouth wasn't truly the lord of darkness, but he was the strongest summon that Baba could muster that claimed the title. He had a face a mother couldn't love, with an octopus face tentacle mouth, and slimy hands that had suckers on them. He was clothed in a violet garb. His powers included breaking the barriers of sanity in your mind, leaving you a wreck with a shortened lifespan from all a torrent nightmares, and all you could do about it was babble incoherently. Whoever he came for, would never be able to think to defend himself. A good thing, because Innsmouth was actually quite frail, a slap might actually kill him.
Poor him then, when a moment before Innsmouth can lay a poison wracked, nightmare fueled finger on Master Roshi, he threw a solid punch into Innsmouth's gut. It seemed that the training of the Kais saved ther hermit yet again, as Master Roshi's vision returned, and Innsmouth laid below him, having a seizure.
"N-no!" Baba whined, stepping back. Master Roshi looked straight at her, and slowly walked towards her. Baba snapped her fingers, and there was suddenly a thousand Baba illusions, running, screaming, crying, and chanting.
"Resilami dore remi domifasi-"
"Oh no you don't!" Master Roshi shouted, waving his hands, sending cutting winds through all the clones. The Babas fell from a thousand and one to five hundred.
"dofaremi dore ab hac bestia-" 100 left.
"Dore Doladore Domi!" One Left. Master Roshi grabbed Baba by her mouth, but she had one final counter: Master Roshi groaned aloud as he grabbed his crotch, jumping back from his sister's blow from a place that no amount of chi can defend against.
"Afrit!" She roared, laughing. The entire coliseum started to shake and rumble, and even Beerus started to look worried. The air started to smell of brimstone, though still, mixed with citrus.
"One way or another." Trunks said as he took to the air to get a better vantage, "This fight is on its last legs. Someone is about to win, and I'm not sure who."
Back in the ring, Master Roshi prepared for a final being to appear, but no one showed.
"Brother" Baba whispered. "Forfeit, or die." She began performing hand seals as she spoke.
"Whatever you're going to do, Sister." Master Roshi said. "Go ahead and do it. You don't scare me." At this, Uranai Baba's hands started to move faster and faster, and she started. Her eyes started to glow red, and her pink hair started to ignite. Her words were suddenly spoken by the masculine voice of a demon, and Master Roshi felt then and there, this might be the end.
"Mi promesas al vi morto! Bruli! Mi ne lasos cindro! Nur Die Jam! Draco ignem aeternum!"
Baba threw her hands out towards Master Roshi, and flames, far hotter than the first fireball, emerged from the arena ground. Master Roshi's mouth dropped, watching as the flames began to fill the ring, and encroached towards the center. Spike, who was the closest the edge was instantly immolated. For what it was worth, he felt no pain. In horror, Master Roshi looked to Innsmouth, then Kazoola, and finally his sister, chuckling all the while.
"The Eternal Dragon's Flame." Baba said in her normal voice. She crossed her arms, and suddenly the slow pace of the flames sped up, converging to the center of the ring instantly. Baba's chuckling became a hearty laugh, gloating at all the fire engulf everything around her, but heard a huge thud outside of the ring: Still within the flames, she looked towards the outside of the ring. It was...Kazoola? And he was unharmed.
"Mayumi..." Baba's eyes widened, turning around, eyes widened, mouth opened so wide drool was flying out, very unbecoming of a lady. Master Roshi was wrapped in a blue aura, cool to the touch like ice. The Aura seemed to snuff out the flames.
"What is the meaning of this?" Baba huffed, tears falling from her face.
"Kazoola's soul was pure. It didn't deserve to die."
"That's not what I meant!" Baba shouted, almost hyperventiling.
"Oh you mean, how I'm still alive," Master Roshi said. "Well...I'm like Beerus."
"W..wha?"
"I'm a God," Master Roshi said.
***
Back in the VIP seats, Goku's eyes widened. He didn’t hear what his master said, but he felt that level of chi before.
"A Human God?" he whispered. "And Master Roshi is one?"
His face lit up.
"Awesome!"
***
"No...No!" Baba said. She stepped back and tripped, falling on her bottom.
"Now...Are you ready to end this?"
"Broth-GRK!" As Baba whined, she felt Master Roshi's left hand wrapped around her throat. She struggled in vain to break his grasp, but he was too strong. He pulled her off the ground, leaving her to dangle with her feet barely touching the ground. Master Roshi's right hand started to glow the energy of a god, and he wound it back. She started shaking her head, or tried to. "F...Fo.."
"Forgery?" Master Roshi said. "Forty? Photogenic? Sorry Baba, you need to die, then you can tell me what you were going to say."
He swing his fist directly towards her face, and all she saw was white.
Trunks began the count, but Baba was well and truly unconcious
"And ten! Baba is out!" Trunks said. Master Roshi took in all the claps and sounds of praise with a calm smile, before picking the unconscious Baba in a bridle carry.
"That was one hell of a workout," Master Roshi said as he walked towards the T2 box . "You were amazing, its too bad I was your opponent." He walked towards Tapion, and placed her in his arms. Tapion blushed as he grabbed her, she looked like an angel even when she was knocked out.
"How did you do that?" Tapion queried. "After she turned around, you two just stared at each other, and then after you got rid of the flames, she seized up."
"Back when we were kids, Baba would play all kinds of tricks on me with her future sight," Master Roshi replied. "So I learned to send her false visions, to turn the tables. She stopped picking on me after that. Until she signed a contract with some otherworldy jerk, and I had to pick up martial arts so she could stop bullying me on that front too." He smiled at this, and looked to Tapion. "I can tell you're a good person, and because of that, I need to ask you to do something for me."
"T-thank you sir? Tapion said. What would you need me to do?"
"Baba has probably been lonely since I died in her timeline, I'm sure." Master Roshi said. "She's turned into some kind of weirdo. I mean seriously, she tried to use fanservice on me, her own brother!”
"What do you want me to do about this?" Tapion questioned.
"Be there for her," Master Roshi said. "I'm from a different timeline-I can't be there for her, but you can."
"But I don't even know who she is-"
"Shush," Master Roshi said. "I don't care what you need to do or where you have to go. I don't even care what relationship you foster with her, but loneliness hurt her, badly," Master Roshi looked into Tapion's eyes, pleadingly.
"You're a hero, aren't you boy?" Roshi asked. Tapion looked to Minotia, who was playing a card game with Hoi. He looked to the sleeping Baba, who had a peaceful smile on her face. He then looked back towards the concerned younger brother.
"I am."
"Then save her," Master Roshi said, turning around and walking away. "Be her knight, because there’s no one else that can.” Tapion, slightly stunned from this newfound responsibility, went towards the T2 box and dissatisfied with the bench, materialized a sofa, laying Baba there. He scratched his head and kept close, not quite sure what to do besides making sure she sleeps soundly.
***
In timeline Eleven's box, the lights were out. A figure in the dark smiled wickedly as the next fight was announced. "Garlic Junior of Timeline Eleven vs. Bardock of Timeline Four"
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[A/N] Hey there, this is Jcogginsa. We the authors of this fic are really excited by the response this story has gotten. One bit of feedback that we have gotten is confusion over which timeline each character is from. We will strive to make this more obvious in the text, but as an additional resource, at the end of each chapter we'll post a list of each competitor introduced thus far. This list will be updated with each chapter until all are listed
T1
Vegeta, Piccolo [X], Gohan, Gotenks
T2
Uranai Baba [X], Tapion, Minotia
T3
Broly, Cell, Ledgic, Dabura
T4
Bardock, Celipa, Cooler, Salza
T5
Gohan, Piccolo, Freeza
T6
Sixteen, Lapis (17), Lazuli(18), Dr. Gero
T7
Bulma, Jaco, King Kold, Bebi
T8
T9
Garlic Jr, Piccolo Jr, Kakarot, Cell Jr
T10
Yamcha [X], Roshi, Tien, Chaozu
T11
Garlic Jr
T12
T13
Turles, Slug, Bojack, Rildo
T14
Ginyu (in Broly), Recoome, Burtur, Jeice
T15
T16
Vegeta, Pan, Uub, Nova Shenron
