*@* Dragonball SU *@* It Begins

[Heald]

Dragonb@ll: Spirit Unleashed

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It is the morning of the Tenkaichi Budokai, one of the most famous and revered events on the planet. While it is still held in the traditional stone ring, the very same greats like Hercule, Goku, Tien and others fought in, the event itself has become much grander: a one-hundred thousand seat stadium has been built around the arena, with projector screens showing all the main action for those too far from the ring to see, or just in case the fighters take to the air, an increasingly more common occurance. The stadium is also fitted with invisible Capsule Corp standard deflection shields in order to protect the crowd from rogue energy blasts or whenever a fighter is sent flying towards the crowd. The first match does not begin until 12 noon, however, fighters will need to register and take part in preliminaries beforehand, as the event draws thousands of fighters from across the globe, and even friendly Namek warriors travel to Earth in order to compete.

However, the people of Earth are about to discover that a threat looms on the horizon, and this day of fun and celebration is about to become a nightmare.

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Accepted so far:

Humans

Zaito Zhin (Heald)
Van Osiku [Apparently] (Master of Paradox)

Saiyans

Basawe (Blademaster)
Retasu (Asilynne)

Part-Saiyans

Gavin Wynder (Ultimate Charizard)
Shitagi Summers (Master Rudy)
Sandor Browd (Crazy Elf Boy)

Others

Psycho Soldier Gamma [Android] (Mystic_clown)
Hammer [Namek] (Bear)
Rothax [Mizimian] (Blademaster)
Shimuto [Alien] (Heald)

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Name: Zaito Zhin (pronounced Shin)
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: He is a tall man, around 6' 4" and muscular, but also athletically built and not bulging with muscles. Only his shoulder are broad really, although when he does get pumped up, he does look noticeably bigger, although not significantly so. He has slightly tanned white skin, so he's neither pale nor dark-skinned. He had short black hair that's spiked on top, although short spikes.

He doesn't wear a traditional dogi but instead wears loose-fitting dogi-like clothes but are far more casual. He wears a light t-shirt colored a very dark blue that's almost black, and also has a large v-neck that extends to the bottom of his sternum, revealing some of his chest. His pants are baggy and loose-fitting too and are the same-coloured. His t-shirt bears the logo of the Azure Dragon school on the right of the chest and a bigger logo on the back. He almost always wears blue flip-flops with an orange band, and generally fights bare-foot. He has orange wristbands.
Personality: A somewhat reserved character, he is dedicated to his training and his beliefs. A generally moral man, he finds peace in balance and harmony. He is always willing and ready to do the right thing and is unafraid to speak his mind. While he is mostly calm and stoic, high-pressure situations can often unleash great emotions in his heart, something that he finds incredibly difficult to reel in once he lets them out. One problem he does have is he can be slightly cocky about a situation, although he is quick to realise when a situation takes a turn for the worse. He does enjoy making friends and can be light-hearted when he is not training.
History: As a passionate 5-year old, he was already a strong and accomplished fighter, easily able to beat people with many more years of experience in his fighting school. Impressed with his technique, he was recommended to become a monk under the school of the Azure Dragon. As revered a school as the Turtle or Crane schools, he soon became a talented warrior and very quickly became eligible to learn their most revered and ancient techniques. While many people who reach this level can take a decade to master some of these techniques, Zaito had managed to learn every technique in three and a half years, although had not quite mastered all of them. To be proficient in all twelve techniques is a feat that many try and spend a lifetime, meaning he was singled out as a spectacular warrior in his school. His master commented that the last person to do so was his own master, one of the temple's and humanity's greatest warriors, and believed that soon Zaito would surpass even him. By the age of 15, he had mastered the Bird Form, whereas he has only just managed to master the Boar Form.
Techniques: As mentioned, he is learned in the ancient ways of the Azure Dragon school. Much like the Crane and Turtle schools had their own techniques, so does the Azure Dragon school, which relies on using the heart in order to give them strength. Monks do not waste emotions by screaming or getting upset, but instead unleash as pure power, hence why the monks remain disciplined and stoic. However, the more advanced school draws techniques from 4 schools (including the Turtle and Crane schools). In total, there are twelve core techniques, each one named after the animals of the Chinese Zodiac. To perfect a technique can lead to a Form, a sustainable perfection of that technique for as long as the user can concentrate. As the RPG goes on, what each technique does will be revealed, but here are some of the more basic ones: Bird is flying, Tiger is offensive fighting, Monkey is mimicry, Dragon is energy. To use all 12 techniques in unison is said to be the ultimate power, and almost unreachable.
Relationships: None at the moment.
Theme(s): Character Theme
Powering-Up/Transformation Theme
Desperation/Sorrow Theme
Other: Is entering the Tenkaichi Budokai.

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Zaito Zhin

"Master, please, I wish to compete! Don't send Jin in my place, I'm a far more worthy display of our school's talents!"
"Enough! I will not have any more insolence from you, my student."
Zaito closed his mouth and looked down to his hands on his knees as he knelt on the floor.
"Yes, we have traditionally sent our strongest fighter to the Tenkaichi Budokai, as do all the schools, but I'm afraid that once again I cannot send you."
"But master, I'm begging you, I need to find a worthy opponent!"
The old sensei slammed his stick against the ground and gave Zaito an icy stare that instantly silenced him.
"See?" he spat, "This is why you cannot go; your heart and your temper are too wild! You are too undisciplined, and this tournament will destroy the last decade of training you have done!"
Zaito bit his lip and nodded.
"If you fight, you will come up against Saiyans. They are nothing like you or me; they use passion and anger in their fighting, their strength comes from raw emotions, that is how they operate, and they are very strong. You will see them use their emotions and get stronger, and you will try to imitate, but human-beings, we are blinded by our passion, that is why we must channel our emotions, that is why we train for decades trying to control our emotions. If you enter this tournament, yes, you may win, but you may also throw away everything you ever learnt. Is that what you want?"
Zaito was silent for a moment, and then stood up to attention.
"No master."
The master sighed and turned around.
"Good, then we will have no more-"
"Allow me to fight Jin."
"Pointless. You will beat him, but we will lose our fighter for-"
"I will beat him without showing any emotion."
The master paused.
"Impossible. Your passion is-"
"I've been training really hard, and I swear I can defeat him without displaying even a single iota of emotion."
"...fine, if you complete this task, you may go. However, if you fail, you must stay in this school for another ten years, no more questioning, no more tournaments, not a single bit of lip."
"I understand."

Zaito was startled awake by an incredibly loud horn. He was lying on the top of a ferry heading towards the tournament, and he realised he was nearly there. He could see the huge arena on the horizon. He got up and stretched backwards, the joints in his back cracking as he did so. He performed some basic stretches before looking at his watch.
"7.30am. Registration begins at 8, so I guess I'd better head on out. I hear the queues get mighty big at these things," he commented to himself. He picked up the bag he had been using as a pillow, powered up and flew towards the arena.

The stories Jin had told him hadn't been exaggerated: leading out of the registration office was a line seemingly miles long.
"Ah man, look at all these guys, it's going to take me ages to get through all these!"
He landed at the back of the queue and began looking around. There looked like a bunch of tough guys here: several huge Americans in wrestling outfits, some Asians in their martial arts uniforms, plus the weirdos that he had heard about in strange costumes. He tapped the shoulder of the man in front of him: a huge wrestler guy, bald but with a big bushy brown beard.
"Hey, excuse me man, is this the line for registration," Zaito asked sheepishly. The man grunted and smiled.
"New guy huh? I wouldn't even bother: most first-timers don't even get past the strength test!"
"The strength test?" Zaito inquired curiously.
"Yeah, before they even let you register, you gotta hit one of the machines as hard as you can, they only let the strongest people through. It's pretty quick, we should be there in half an hour, unless, like usual, some cocky punk decides to punch and break one of the machines."
"People break the machines? I guess they do get tough here," Zaito responded. He didn't mind being talked down to by this guy: he could sense power levels and this guy wasn't giving off a powerful vibe. Plus at least he was being helpful.

He decided to try and sense if anyone else that was powerful had turned up: in his immediate vicinity, no one, although there was at least one guy nearer the front of the queue giving off a significant power. He sighed and began talking to the guy again.
"So say you pass this strength test? Then you enter the tournament?"
"Nah, you have to pass prelimaries held outside the stadium. Hundreds of people pass the strength test but only 8 people make it to fighting in the stadium, so even if you think you can pass the strength test, good luck beating us pros in the preliminaries. Heck, last year even I was kicked out of the preliminaries by some real strong guy. The weirdo had a tail too."
Zaito noted this; his master had told him about Saiyans; the tailed-ones. Strong beings, and he was more than likely to face one in the tournament.

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Okay guys, if anyone wants to talk to Zaito in the queue, go ahead, but otherwise, get gaming!

[Blademaster]

I'll wait until later to give Basawe something to do. For now, here's a little dose of villain. Enjoy.


Name: Rothax
Race: Mizimian
Age: 39
Gender: Asexual; is referred to as a 'he.'
Appearance: Vaguely resembles a Namekian, but with a skinnier frame. The normally ribbed muscles of the Namekian people are now fully segmented, and the same pale midnight-blue color as the rest of the skin. Rothax has broad shoulders and a tangled mass of what looks like hair atop his head, but the hair parts at his neck and snakes around the shoulders, torso, and limbs in a predetermined pattern, terminating in thick, bony claws capping his wrists and resting on either side of his feet, like pincers. His face is long and gaunt, like Dabura's, with no antenae and a spike on his chin resembling a beard. He wears a metallic armor that covers only vital organs, allowing for total limb mobility. (May provide a picture later.)
Personality: Rothax is a power-hungry despot, prone to throwing tantrums if he doesn't have his way. He can be cool and collected, but typically for short bursts only. When angered, he often becomes childishly hotheaded like Frieza, but rather than remain uncontrollable, he will eventually become silent and frigid cold if his anger continues. At this point, stay away. In fact, just stay away period. He only seems to be happy when he has exactly what he wants and when he wants it, at which point he becomes almost friendly.
History: The Mizimian race descended from a common ancestor with the Namekians, which is why both races are so similar. Though not enemies, the Namekians rarely speak of their brethren race simply because they tend to keep to themselves. They inhabit a planet called Mizim, which is only a few days from the original Namek (farther from New Namek), and while the Namekians are a more sage race, the Mizimians are a technological species. What they lack in Namekian strength and wisdom, they make up for in technological achievment and outright intelligence.
Rothax's history is not very remarkable. He was raised as a scholar, capable of fighting well but spending more time tinkering with his 'toys' than the typical Mizimian brawler. Like his fellow Mizimians, he knew of the Namekians and their Dragon Balls, the latter of which Rothax became interested in. He tried to find them, his impulsiveness getting in the way of him learning much more about the Dragon Balls than how they granted wishes.
A few years later, he returned to Mizim, infuriated that he didn't get what he wished for from the dragon he summoned, which was Porunga (Hilariously, when Porunga denied his wish since he didn't speak Namekian, Rothax wished/yelled for Porunga "Shut up and go away!". This wish, Porunga DID grant.). So, he began to search his planet's libraries and archives for any record on how to get what he wanted... And he eventually uncovered a manuscript written by the creator of the Dragon Balls himself. The manuscript stated that the Dragon Balls acted as inhibitors that kept their Dragon's limitless power from being misused. And so, he began work on a machine that would separate the Dragon from the Dragon Balls. As he constructed it, his people began to shun him for his selfish intentions and his attitude, though he did manage to coerce (scare and/or bribe) a small army to follow him. His machine is nearly complete now, and his troops are ready to begin the old hunt once again...
Techniques:
-Chitin Barrier: Rothax's armor shines a sickly blue and he holds his hand out, stopping any attack that hits it (If his armor is crippled, this move becomes much less effective.)
-Claw Crusher: Rothax uses the claws on his wrists and ankles to mercilessly crush whatever he can get them around.
-Needle Cannon: Similar to Vegeta's barrage attack, Rothax fires a veritable hailstorm of glowing blue needles from his hands, which typically lasts anywhere from one wave to ten seconds. before needing to recharge.
-Ozone Burst Ray: Rothax's most powerful basic attack. He holds his hands straight out sideways, the bases of the palms pressed together, all five fingers lined next to one another, before firing a thick blue beam of negative energy at the target.
-Rothax Second Form: Rothax assumes his second form. More information unavailable at this time.
Relationships: None, save for his second-in-command probably being the closest thing he has to a 'friend.'
Themes:
"Calm" theme.
Battle theme.

Other: Despite his temper and intentions, Rothax doesn't consider himself evil. He just wants what he feels he's entitled to.

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The residents of the Earth may have been captivated by the 104th annual Budokai Tenkaichi, but approximately 47 light-years NxNExS from the crowded arena, a much smaller crowd was gathered on the deck of a strange-looking spacecraft, resembling a cross between a large space shuttle and an insectoid pod, like a chrysalis. They were interested in an unusual attraction of the Earth, as well, but this attraction was one of much greater merit than a tournament. And a much grander prize was on the line...

"Look, we already told you everything we know!" one of the half a dozen figures - a humanoid being with purplish skin, a wide head, and four arms - barked. "We thought the Dragon Balls were just a story, so we never paid much attention to the details about 'em!"

The three imposing figures at the forefront of the ship - two of them very tall, the one at the far right much shorter - didn't move.

"Well, if I were you, I'd try harder to remember." the figure in the center - the blue-skinned, silver-armored captain of the vessel - replied, the irritation in his voice more than a little obvious. "We contacted you because your crew is good at what they do. Aren't pirates supposed to know all sorts of stories and myths?"

"Yeah, but there's lots of planets out there!" the purple one replied nervously. "This galaxy is pretty big! We heard about the Dragon Balls being somewhere around here, but the name of the planet was weird! I can't remember it!"

The armored figured was about ready to start yelling, but before he could speak, the tall figure to his right - a caped, very thin individual that looked more like some sort of a priest than a warrior or a crew member - turned and spoke:

"Rothax, may I?"

Rothax glared at his interogatee, but he yielded.

"Fine." he huffed. "See what you can get out of him."

The robed one nodded. "Thank you, sir."

He turned to the pirate. "If you can't remember the name of the planet, perhaps you can describe it."

The pirate looked to his first mate, who started to sweat.

"Well, uh..." He stammered. "It was... uh... blue and green... kinda small..."

"Tennan, search for planets matching that description."

The short figure nodded and went to a nearby monitor, his tentacular figers gliding over keys like a world-class hacker.

"Shimuto," he said after a moment, the monitor filling with images of various blue planets, "I'm coming up with about 200 matches in this sector."

Shimuto (the robed, caped figure) frowned, directing his attention to the pirates again.

"What else?" he asked in a voice that was both calm, yet demanding.

"Uhhh... I think it had a satellite...?" the first mate offered.

"Yes, there was something in the story about powerful creatures and Full Moons." his captain responded.

The monitor beeped.

"Tennan?" Shimuto said, waiting much more patiently than his CO for a reply.

"That erases 47 planets without satellites and another 72 that never have a visible full Moon." Tennan replied. "I'm narrowing the search field to a 50 light-year radius."

"I'm getting impatient..." Rothax growled, fist clenching. "Am I going to have to tear off your arms as incentive...?!"

The four-armed pirates stepped back.

"N-no, that won't be necessary!" the captain hastily replied, raising his hands. "The... uh... what other information to we have...?"

"The planet was reportedly destroyed and then restored..." his mate replied, his voice trembling. "Maybe some sort of energy signature was left behind that-"

"I DON'T WANT MAYBE!" Rothax boomed, slamming his fist against the monitor. Tennan shrieked and jumped back as sparks flew from the injured machine, the pirates cringed, and even Shimuto seemed to lean away from the enraged alien. "I WANT ANSWERS AND I WANT THEM NOW! YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS TO TELL ME SOMETHING USEFUL BEFORE I VAPORIZE YOU! ONE!"

The pirates began to sputter and stammer, totally terrified.

"TWO!"

The images on Tennan's monitor began to jump.

"THREE!"

The monitor flickered, before settling on a rather broken image of a planetary system.

"FOUR!"

Rothax's hands began to glow; the pirate captain looked away, not wanting to see the blast coming... and his eyes fell on the monitor.

"FI-"

"THERE!" the pirate suddenly interjected, his two right arms pointing at the image on the monitor. "THAT'S IT!"

Rothax blinked, confused by what had suddenly caught the attention of the man he was about to kill. He followed the pirate's finger(s), seeing a star on the monitor with four small planets orbiting it - one small and tannish-grey, one larger and smoky brown, and the next in orbit... blue and green...

"Tennan, what planet is that?" Rothax asked, his anger suddenly gone.

Tennan fiddled with the broken computer, hitting it himself a few times, before a report finally came up beside the image. "...E-arth, sir."

"E-arth?"

"Earth!" the pirate echoed, sounding suddenly relieved. "THAT was the name... Weird name, but that's definitely the name from the story!"

"You're positive?" Shimuto asked, his tone making it all too clear what would happen if the pirate wasn't.

"Absolutely!" the pirate replied. "Totally, 100% positive!"

"He's right, sir." Tennan replied. "A search for 'Dragon Ball' and 'Earth' is giving me results... This is the place."

Rothax grinned.

"Perfect." he said, suddenly sounding almost... chipper? "Shimuto, plot a course there."

"Yes, Rothax." his second-in-command replied, returning to his own station.

"Thank you for the information." Rothax told the pirates. "You're free to go."

The two pirates breathed a heavysigh of relief... until Thorax spoke again:

"But go find your next bounty elsewhere: If you follow us looking to make a quick buck off the Dragon Balls, your ship WILL be destroyed. And believe me..."

His eyes glowed a sickly greyish-white.

"I WILL know if you follow us..."

The pirates would have complained to anyone else, but they simply nodded and hurriedly assured Rothax that they would go the other way, then they ran out the corridor. Less than two minutes later, their ship was visible on-radar, flying at top speed AWAY from Rothax's ship and its new path.

"They're smarter than I thought..." Rothax muttered, shaking his head in mild exasperation before returning to the bridge. He peered at the cockpit - in the far distance, he could just barely make out with his advanced eyesight a tiny star - one known to locals as 'the Sun.'

'Earth... The Dragon Balls are on that planet.' Rothax thought, thinking back to what little knowledge he had of it. The 'powerful creatures' that dwelled on it on the full moon...

Saiyans...

A slight smile graced his face.

'This could be fun...'

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NEXT!

[Mystic_clown]

Name: Psycho Soldier Gamma (also known as just Gamma)
Race: Psycho Android
Age: looks twenty five has been active for five years. His creation took some time though.
Gender: Male
Appearance: He stands at about 5’9’’ with a slender build. His face is slender, flawless, with a bit of sharpness to it. He has long, full pink hair which reaches down to his shoulders and frames his face, and his eyes are an almost eerie gold colour. His body is covered from his neck to his feet in form fitting black leather, with a number of pale, slightly glowing pink lines moving across his arms, legs and torso. A number of belts and straps are also wrapped around his arms, legs and torso, but do not seem to impede his movement.
Personality: Gamma appears completely void of emotion, and that’s how his creators prefer it. Emotions interfere with his psychic abilities, they lead to insanity, so his cool, almost sterile behaviour is welcomed. He is cool, calculating, and quite intelligent as well, an aspect of himself which he is almost proud of. He always tries to find the most effective way to defeat someone, instead of simply crushing them with brute force…unless of course it is the most effective method.
History: After the destruction of Buu, the Earth military had finally had enough. First Cell and now Buu, they had been thrown aside while those like Goku and Hercule step in to save them. They were meant to be the defenders of humanity, and it was about time they acted like it! They began production on a living weapon, a being who could defend humanity from any new menace. However, as they were unable to harness ki like the Z warriors could use, they turned to another part of the body, the mind. Using technology salvaged from the late Dr. Gero and their own, they initiated what would become known as the Psycho Android program.

The first was Alpha, a completely mechanical android. While he displayed some psychic and telekinetic abilities, they were superficial at best. They learnt that a wholly mechanical mind can’t match a living one in terms of mental power.

The second was Beta, this time combining a human volunteer with machinery. A cyborg technically. She seemed successful at first, however, as time moved on, she became erratic and eventually succumbed to insanity. Her emotions were going out of control, which eventually lead to her own destruction.

They were reluctant to try, but it seemed like third time’s the charm. Gamma was successful in developing powerful telekinetic abilities, and lacked any emotion which they believed could lead to insanity. Initial testing has looked favourably upon this latest model, but tests against a ‘real opponent’ have yet to occur.
Techniques:
Fighting Style – Gamma seems to use a style of his own creation, with an almost dance-like feel to it. Some researchers have dubbed this the psycho-dance style.
-Auto Repair: combining his machinery with his mind, Gamma can recover from many injuries. The severity of the injury however determines how much concentration is required. A simply cut or something can heal in a matter of seconds, but something like a missing arm can much more difficult. Some injuries he may not be able to repair at all.
-Psycho Counter – using the power of his mind, Gamma can essentially ‘catch’ an energy attack and use the energy for his own purposes. While he can catch simple energy blasts with ease, high numbers of them, and stronger energy attacks are harder to counter, and sometimes can’t be countered at all.
-Matter Ball – Using his mind, Gamma can pull matter from around him and convert it into a massive ball to throw at the enemy. The ball explodes on impact, sending rubble and such everywhere. He cannot grab matter from sentient beings.
-Teleslam – Gamma can use telekenisis to push his enemy back with great force. To them, it feels like they’ve been hit with a powerful punch or something.
Relationships: None at the moment.
Other: He’s considered entering the Tenkaichi Budokai as a way to test his abilities.

Psycho Soldier Gamma
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He stood there in the line, calm, silent, and emotionless. Many would have noticed his attire or hairstyle, but would have easily lost interested and turned their attention back to the upcoming tournament.

Those who would have been scanning for power levels would have easily overlooked him. However, some paying close attention may have noticed something about this individual.

His power level wasn’t small, it wasn’t there at all. It was as if this man standing there was a simple, lifeless statue.

However, this being wasn’t a simple statue. And he wasn’t human either.

They didn’t know it, but he was something more.

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Gamma’s eyes slowly opened, only to be greeted by the harsh light of the fluorescent lights of the room.

“Enjoy your sleep Gamma?”

Gamma’s eyes quickly focused to see an anthromorphic dog dressed in a military uniform standing before him, two soldiers on either side.

“Colonel Graham…” Gamma responded in his level, deadpan voice. The colonel in question nodded.

“We have an assignment, a test if you will.”

Gamma nodded, listening.

“So far we’ve only tested your capabilities against human soldiers, and you ha been exceeding our greatest expectations.

However, this data alone isn’t enough. We know that past threats like Cell and Buu were in a different league of their own. Your combat data against regular soldiers wasn’t enough.

Up until now, there was no way to test your true capabilities.”

“You have found a way to rectify this?” Gamma questioned. The canine colonel nodded.

“The 104th annual Budoki Tenkaichi, the famous fighting tournament is approaching soon.”

“You wish for me to compete.” Gamma spoke, quickly piecing it together.

“Perceptive as always. This tournament should provide ample data against opponents of increased power and strength.”

Gamma was quiet for a moment before responding.

“Forgive my objection colonel, but facing trained human fighters in a tournament isn’t much of a difficulty increase from the soldiers.”

Colonel Graham gave a soft chuckle in response.

“That depends on who you fight. Besides, whoever said it would simply be humans participating in the tournament?”

Gamma was quiet before catching on to what the colonel meant.

“You mean the Saiyens…” He had been given data on them, but he had never engaged one in battle.

“Correct. Saiyens relish combat, and it’s natural to assume they had greater strength and capabilities than regular humans. Combat data should prove quite useful, and it will be a true test to see if the Psycho Android product has proven fruitful.”

“I understand colonel,” Gamma replied, “What are my orders?”

“You are to enter the Budokai Tenkaichi tournament. Once you’re in, you were to give it your all, but at the same time concide with the rules of the tournament.”

“Understood.”

Gamma gave his superior a respectful salute.

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And here he was now, standing in line, waiting for registration to begin. His orders were clear. Enter and fight to the best of his abilities.

It wouldn’t be long now. While he waited, Gamma’s eyes slowly scanned the hopefully participants, trying to pinpoint those he predicted he may face in the competition.

[Master of Paradox]

Name: Van Osiku

Race: Human (apparently)

Age: 33 (says his driver's license)

Gender: Male

Appearance: Van Osiku stands about 5'2", with a quiet grin he maintains at all times. He has tan skin, brown hair in a ponytail, and brown eyes. Nobody has ever seen him wear anything other than loose white clothes and sandals. He carries a guitar on his back and a jug of cheap wine on his hip.

Personality: Some would describe Van Osiku as only perceiving 25% of reality. Talking to him is a decidedly hit-or-miss prospect - he may or may not notice that you're there. He never reacts to insults or innuendo, and his expression never seems to change. It's possible that he may just be drunk, and he certainly seems to walk unsteady. When he does talk, he has a quiet voice and gives only noncommital answers to questions.

History: Here is the story Van Osiku tells. He was born thirty-three years ago on a farm in a major city, but was thrown out at a young age following several years of bad crops. In order to survive, he fled to a major city and lived as a street thief, learning the basics of combat in fighting off bullies. Eventually, an alien who had come to Earth for reasons unknown took him in, and he learned how to channel his ki and how to really fight from this unexpected teacher.

This story is full of holes, and does not explain several mysterious facts. There are numerous photographs dating fifty years or further back that clearly show a figure indentical to Van Osiku participating in combat. A video taken during the Tenkaichi Budokai twenty years ago shows Van Osiku as he appears now. Numerous stories describe someone similar to Van Osiku using techniques that match his; the oldest of these stories dates to seventy-six years ago.

Most interestingly, someone who was at that Tenkaichi Budokai claims that Van Osiku said he was thirty-three then, too.

Numerous interested parties (ranging from government agencies to religious cults) on various planets claim different "truths" for Van Osiku. Theories range from him being an aspect of a god to being an alien suffering several mental disorders to him being a ghost that possesses people and alters their appearances. No firm answer has ever emerged.

Van Osiku just smiles, takes a drink and plays a song to himself.

Techniques: Van typically plays a few notes on his guitar, swigs his wine, and sets both aside before he fights. His stance appears to be based in Snake-style Kung Fu and Drunken Boxing. His techniques, on the other hand...
- Drill Shot: Van sways his arms around, and then throws a blast of ki that spirals around his arm before launching. A simple ki-blast technique.
- Shock Wall: Van spins on the ground, drawing a circle with his hands. A moment later, energy bursts out from him in a circle. The energy goes out for about ten feet.
- Pulse: If Van touches his opponent, he can hit them with what amounts to a Kamehameha at point-blank (though not quite so powerful). This requires skin contact.
- Cacophony: By clenching his fists and concentrating, Van can unleash a loud, powerful burst of sound, hitting on some frequencies that humans can't even hear.
- Berserk Dance: Swaying for a moment, Van throws himself at his target, lashing out with fists and feet. This is essentially a simple combo that he uses enough to name, and ends with Pulse.
- Trance: Perhaps the clearest sign that something is off about Van Osiku. His eyes glow white, and his hair develops a set of black streaks. Accessing this mode requires Van to have suffered serious injury, and lasts for five minutes. During this time, any hit he lands hits with a Pulse, and he moves so fast that he leaves contrails. At the end of the five minutes, he collapses into a helpless heap.

Relationships: None known, though given his possible histories, anything could happen.
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A picture taken forty-three years ago at Yellowstone National Park shows a man performing Tai Chi Ch'uan atop one of the picnic tables. Below him, facedown on the ground beside the table, is a battered, bruised and unconscious Namekian. The man atop the table is identical to Van Osiku.

According to the photographer, the Namekian and the man were arguing in Namekian before the two came to blows. Unfortunately, the photographer could not speak the language and could not remember the syllables well enough to reproduce them.

The Namekian in the picture was never identified.

The sound of quiet guitar music floated over the lines waiting to get to the strength test, a sound quite at odds with the busy, tension-filled atmosphere of the arena. Some of the fighters were less than thrilled to have soft music breaking into their masculine (or feminine) grimaces, and murmurs of "Where is that music coming from?" filled the line after a moment.

Near the very front, the source was clear - a remarkably short, quiet man with a soft grin and an acoustic guitar, which he was currently playing as he waited for his turn at the strength test. He slid one foot out of his sandals and scratched his other leg, and the jug of wine on his hip jiggled.

Behind him stood a tall, mohawked man. He put a hand on the short man's head, and it was swiftly slapped away. The tall man grunted. "Hey, buddy!"

The short man ignored him, stepping forward as another applicant turned away from the strength test in failure.

"Hey, you!" the tall man said, pushing the short man. Or at least he tried. The short man swayed forward without missing a note.

"I SAID HEY YOU!" the tall man now roared, and he pulled his arm back. It didn't get to come forward, as the short man pirouetted and knocked the wind out of him with one foot.

As the tall man collapsed, the short man put his guitar away and approached the strength-testing machine.

"Okay, you're next," the attendant said. "You get one hit. Hand or foot, your choice, but no energy attacks. Got it?"

The short man nodded, setting his guitar down. He then took the jug off of his hip, uncorked it, took a swig and set it down. Walking up to the machine, he swayed on one foot, then stomped down and lashed out with his right hand.

There was a moment's pause as his hand connected with the button, and then the machine threw up a 557. The attendant looked at them, then opened the machine and checked its insides to make sure it hadn't broken before handing the short man a clipboard. "All right, you pass. Fill this out and head over to the tent outside. Prelims will be in about an hour."

Nodding, the short man took the clipboard and sauntered over to a nearby chair. He took up the pen and started to fill the form out, starting with "Name: Van Osiku".

He then paused to retrieve his wine, which he drank as he filled out the registration.

[Bear]

I'll make my introductory post later, but I wanted to humbly submit the following "Theme Music" for Andrew's character:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUb-b4Nhqug

OR

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVS3QqrXhD8

you choose which is better!

[Blademaster]

Obviously the second one.

[Master Rudy]

I'll make my introductory post later, but I wanted to humbly submit the following "Theme Music" for Andrew's character:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUb-b4Nhqug

OR

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVS3QqrXhD8

you choose which is better!

Hmm.....would have thought this would be his theme music.....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWwyjmSbJPs
Anyway if time allows I'll get a post up a bit later tonight ^_~

[Master Rudy]

Name-Shitagi Summers, Shi for short (GASP!!! NO RUDY?! BTW it translates to 'underwear' :p)
Race-Saiyan/Human
Age-16
Gender-Male
Appearance-Resembles two of his ancestors. In his facial features he resembles Trunks. As for his hair it's very dark blue in color (almost black) and resembles Future Gohan in style.
http://josei.freeservers.com/trunks/...an_ftrunks.jpg
There's a pic of both side by side if that may help with the mental image. Shitagi stands at about 5'9" and usually wears black jeans, a white t-shirt and an orange and black jacket. If he's in a Budokai or training he'll wear a blue gi with orange undershirt (think Vegeto).
Personality-Shi is an intresting mix as far as his personality goes. While he's got the general love for fighting that's common for Saiyans he's also got a love of science that comes from being a member of the Briefs bloodline. He tends to be calm and caring most of the time and believes everyone should be treated equal regardless of race. Likes to test his skills in battle in much the same way Goku did but unlike his great grandfather he knows when to abandon that happy go lucky mode and be serious about something. Finally while usually calm he does have a breaking point and can show a temper if he feels someone is being mistreated. While Shi usually won't start a fight he's got no problems with finishing one. This can be a problem if he gets too angry without knowing he's in over his head.
History-A decendant of Bra and Goten. The Briefs name was lost when Bra married into the Son family and the Son name was lost when his mother married a Capsule Corp scientist. As a young boy Shi had things a bit hard. His father was a CC scientist who had died in a freak accident while testing a new spaceship. As a result Shi grew up with a fear for spaceships and planes and will choose to fly using his ki as opposed to using a transport. In school he was either picked on because other children found his tail strange or thought he was nothing more than a spoiled brat. It didn't get better in middle school when the teasing turned into bullying since some of the more brawny kids thought they'd make a name for themself by beating up the great grandson of the legendary Son Goku. Needless to say that never happened. Eventually the bullies learned to leave him be in high school as he gained a reputation for protecting those he felt needed to be guarded. While Shi eventually made some friends in high school he mainly prefers to be around those that are decended from the other Z Fighters or other martial artists that he has respect for. Shi had recently entered the Budokai for the first time when he was 15 but lost to another skilled fighter. Topping this fighter is now his primary motivation in his training. Finally when he comes face to face with Saiyans that hold onto the old ways they try to treat him with the respect that was reserved for royalty but Shi simply reminds them without being rude that times have changed.
Techniques-Mainly a student of the Kamesenin style. Shi has also incorperated moves he's learned from his mother who in turn learned them from some of the original Z Fighters. His primary attacks are the Kamehameha and Burning Attack. Shi also knows Scatter Shot but will avoid using this as he finds the control needed to converge that much ki onto a single target very draining. He's currently trying to learn the Special Beam Cannon but hasn't mastered it. He mainly feels that he has no reason to kill someone so learning it it currently secondary to other skills. Off the battlefield Shi has a very good mind for technology and can repair a great many things. Just don't ask him to pilot or ride in anything that flies ^_~
Relationships-His mother Victoria (as in VICTORIA'S SECRET!!!! GET IT?! HER NAME IS.....oh I give up.....). I may eventually post a profile for her but she'll be just an NPC. Also if Gavin is confirmed to be a Vegeta decendant I guess that'll make him and Shi distant cousins. Due to Shi's grandparents he's related to both the Son and Briefs families so bear that in mind if any of you have a character linked to either of them. In the meantime I'm open to relationships. Just PM me if you want something as far as a relationship goes ^_~
Theme-Hikari no Will Power (like you expected anything else.....well here's one more.... )
The Impression That I Get by The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iH8AL...eature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7A8Mkg1qYQ
Other-If Gav's cool with it I want his character to be the one who beat Shi. It'll be like Goku and Vegeta in a much more friendly sort of way ^_~


Shitagi Summers
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"I'm sorry but did you just say Summers?" the man behind the counter at the sign up station said. I already had a pretty good idea where this was leading but I decided to humor the man. "Yes my last name is Summers" I said to him. What I wasn't expecting however was the huge scene he was about to make as he stood up all excited "Really?! As in the Summers family related to the Briefs and Son families? ARE YOU RELATED TO SON GOKU?!" Without fail all eyes in the room were suddenly on me with various people talking as if I wasn't there.

"He's related to Son Goku?"
"I think he looks more like that mean guy that married Bulma Briefs."
"He doesn't look all that tough."
"There goes my chance at winning."

Seeing the firestorm of excitement caused by his reaction the attendant smiled a bit sheepishly and said "Sorry about that kid." Not really phased by it I just shrugged amd told him "Don't worry about it. I've dealt with it my whole life growing up. I'm sure it won't be the last time." What I told him wasn't too far from the truth. Someone being related to either Goku or Vegeta would be more than enough to raise an eyebrow. The fact that I was related to both of them always drew a ton of attention. Sometimes it was annoying or unwanted but it was very rarely something I was not able to deal with.

As I finished signing in I took several steps out of the building. I didn't get very far before I hit the back of the line however. Guess I should have left a bit earlier I thought to myself as I looked over the people that were all around. For the most part it looked like the typical large numbers of people that were untrained in the types of martial arts that the original Z Fighters became famous for. It wasn't to say they were unskilled but just from trying to sense their power levels it quickly dawned on me how many of them had not tapped into their potential. Needless to say I was a bit disappointed. It was a bit hard to test my skills if no one else with a matching power level was here.

Just when I was starting to think signing up was a mistake this year I detected another high power level almost directly in front of me. In fact it had caught me off guard because at first I was looking for someone in paticular. In trying to look for that certain ki signature I totally missed this one. Looking past a few people I saw the source. It was a tall guy that looked a little older than me. I quickly noticed the symbol on his back and thought to myself Azure Dragon? That should be a good test if we meet up. I had heard about them in the past and knew they were just as respected as Muten Roshi's school. A second later I had to hold back a laugh when I heard and saw the guy standing next to him.

"Last year even I was kicked out of the preliminaries by some real strong guy. The weirdo had a tail too."

I tried not to take the "weirdo" comment too seriously. He was the one with the funny name after all. I just simply smiled as I shouted over at him "Hey Master Blaster! You forgot to tell him that it was a 15 year old kid that beat you last year!" The look on his fact as he saw me was just simply priceless.

"HOLY SHIT! NOT YOU AGAIN!!!"

[Master Rudy]

OOC-So......is everyone else gonna let this die within 10 posts or did we sign up for a reason? ;_;

[Blademaster]

Dude, it's been like 2 days. Simmer down.

I'll post Basawe's first whatever later on. I might have to leave in a little while.

[Master Rudy]

OOC-Three by my count but meh.....just remembering all the times I tried to get back into the RPing mood. There would be a decent RPG, plenty of sign ups and then BAM! Absolutely nothing.......

Perhaps my mere presence casts a dark cloud over RPG's

[Mystic_clown]

Psycho Soldier Gamma
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It hadn’t taken long for the psycho soldier to take notice of three particular powers in this tournament. Two of them had inadvertently drawn attention to themselves, and one he just noticed because of his power level.

The first was that young man, Shitagi Summers, a decendant of the fighters Goku and Vegeta. Gamma knew of those two, as data on them, as well as the other powerful warriors such as Cell and others had been uploaded into him upon his creation. Both were incredibly powerful, but would that mean that this Mr. Summers would be just as powerful? Just because he had a blood relation to those two, powerful fighters didn’t guarantee that he would be just as powerful. He would find out in this tournament.

The next was a man he didn’t recognise. He had been playing the guitar before winding a man with his foot. He took notice of his score in the strength test, 557. He couldn’t hear what his name was, but he figured that this man would have a good deal of strength behind him, and interesting opponent to face in the future. Now if only he knew what exactly he was…

The third had been waiting in line quietly, Gamma only noticing him when he detected his power level. A simple human, but with a good deal of power within him. There wasn’t much Gamma could say on him right now.

“Sir, it’s your turn.”

Gamma slowly turned to the attendant who had called him. The man couldn’t help but shirk back under his emotionless gaze. There was just something about his eyes that didn’t sit right with him. Trying not to look into his eyes, he directed Gamma over to the strength tester.

“You get one hit. Hand or foot. No energy attacks or anything of the sort.”

Gamma nodded silently. Quickly, he brought his foot up, striking the machine with a hard kick. The machine jerked back lightly from the impact, ready a 546. The man looked back and forth between the thin android and the machine before shrugging.

“Ok, just come over here and put in your name.”

Once again, all he got was a silent nod before Gamma moved quietly to the registration table. He quickly penned down his name and handed the form back to the official.

“Welcome to the Budokai Tenkaichi Mister…” The man looked at the form with a perplexed expression, “Gamma?”

The android silently nodded before walking away to the waiting area.

[Ultimate Charizard]

"Here i come to wreck the day!"

Name: Gavin Wynder
Race: Human though has Saiyan ancestry (explained in history)
Age: 18 (i dropped my age a lil from the signup)
Gender: M
Looks: Stands just over 6ft tall. Short brown hair and blue eyes. Wears a black T-Shirt and Blue jean shorts which end just past his knees. Black Boot/shin guards cover the bottom half of his legs. Wears black wristbands.
Personality: He's a friendly kind of guy. Will do pretty much anything for anyone if asked but doesnt like being taken for a chump. Is completely loyal to those he considers true friends. Can sometimes get over excited and jump in without thinking but gets serious fast when needed. So although he may not use his head when he gets into trouble, he can use it to get out again.
History: Although Gavin is a Saiyan/Human cross breed, an unknown complication during pregnancy seems to have left him totally human. All tests performed on him have revealed no traces of Saiyan DNA despite the fact that his parents were both Half Saiyan. They do have hope for him as a fighter however, just like his older brother, Kirk. When Gavin was very young he used to go watch his brother, who was a very promising young fighter, at tournaments. During the Boudokai when Gavin was 7 years old Kirk was showing him around the backstage area where he prepared for his bouts. They were attacked and Kirk was killed by a rival hoping to take him out of the competition. When the authoroties arrived however, all they found was Kirk, lying dead, the smouldering remains of his attacker, and Gavin, lying unconcious across his brothers body, with smoke gently drifting from his small, exhausted looking body.
Now he finds himself shunned by those who retain the proud Saiyan heritage, disgusted that weak human blood could ever overpower Saiyan blood, while his Parents, who preffering their Saiyan heritage to their human sides do everything they can to make him Saiyan in mind, if not in body, though of course he resists them.
Fighting Style: Uses a mixture of techniques. Due to his upbringing he knows a number of the Saiyan style attacks but, against his families will he also studied the Earth styles, specifically the teachings of the Turtle school, as well as modifying and creating his own attacks. In general he prefers speed and the use of his mind over a straight power vs power fight.
Techniques: Kamehameha & Big Bang Attack (both extremely draining for him) Solar Flare, Kamasenko (blade like attack, similar to Guiles Sonic boom from Street fighter), Ki Grenade (Energy ball that can be set to sit harmlessly and detonate on contact or after a set time limit). He cannot fly but has tremendous straight line speed.
Relationships: none
Other: Is supposedly a descendant of Vegeta but not the main family branch, as such has no claim to CC etc.

Gav
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A lone fighter stood in a widened area of a corridor. Bouncing on the balls of his feet and throwing practiced jabs at unseen opponents. He stopped bouncing after a while and let out a heavy breath. "Oh yeah, im ready" he declared to noone in particular.
"Hey.." called a voice from further down the corridor, a man dressed in a security guards uniform was moving towards him. "...all fighters must move to the designated waiting area, there are places to train there."

"Aw cmon its not like im in anyones way being here." snapped the young fighter, "and what about him?" he said, pointing at another young man, sat on a crate and staring at the wall opposite him. "he's been here longer than i have!"

The security guard entered this wider section of the corridor and looked at the other man. He could only see him from behind though he recognised his general shape, the Black t-shirt and his short brown hair.

"Nevermind about him" replied the guard and the young fighter sighed and carried on down to the waiting area mumbling to himself. When he had gone the security guard moved to the man sat on the crate and placed his arm on his shoulder.

"You ok Gav?" he asked softly?

I looked up and smiled sadly "Im fine Stan, just getting my head together". Stan nodded and turned, nothing more needing to be said and headed back down to the waiting area. The other fighters that had passed the strength test would be heading in there and it was his job to find the odd wanderer now and then. Id done this, visiting the site of my brothers death on the day of the Boudokai almost every year since and they always let me have a few minuites alone.

I turned back to look at the wall. I hadnt minded the other fighter being there. He was actually pretty good, some kind of boxing style mixed with grapples and the occaisional kick but he was only 'average' as my parents would put it. He didnt have the training or abilities that the average public would have considered super-human, or at least they would have done about a century ago. Now the ignorant of the world called it 'alien', as if the Saiyans had introduced these abilities. Never once realising the potential inside each and every one of them. Tell a person they are special, and show them how to use that potential and they often achieve it, tell 'people' the same thing and they look at you like some crazed preacher. As if the entire human race believe that they are either at the peak of their existence, or simply that they wont amount to anything at all.

The thought cleared from my head quickly, as if someone had slapped it from my mind and i smiled, realising that my brother would have been the first to tell me that i was wrong and that humanity would surprise me. Back then i had hoped he would be right since that was all i had. We had thought so much alike, yet so different to our parents. He was the one that had trained me, at least to begin with. Untill the day of Kirks death Mom and Dad had seen me as some sort of failure, only a human and unworthy of the Saiyan training. Kirks training had been the foundation of my style and my parents, unaware of this, had been amazed with how quickly i had picked up their training with no previous experience.

I smiled, this time a little more warmly as i looked at the spot where Kirk had been killed. Like sharing some sort of inside joke with my lost brother against our parents as we often had.

"Ill make you proud Kirk" i said, concentrating on that spot before standing and making my way to the waiting area. Last year was my first year entering. My parents had been unsure and reluctant to let me enter and gave me a trial run last year. I had reached the Semi's before being beaten but apparently it was my victory over some kid in the Quarter finals that really impressed them though i hadnt found out why.

This year i was determined to go all the way, but not for them.

[Master Rudy]

Sweet. You posted Gav....and I'm assuming I know who the "kid" in your post is ^_~

Shitagi Summers
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Amazingly the line seemed to be moving a little bit quicker than I had first thought. I found that to be a good thing because for the most part everyone around me knew who I was and since I was focused on just the Budokai I wasn't really in too much of a talking mood. Aside from that and the inital comment I made towards Blaster things were pretty uneventful in the line. The Azure Dragon student looked at me a few times almost as if he was trying to size me up. While I couldn't see what his score was on the test I knew he passed as he was walking towards the waiting area. Moments later Master Blaster's complaints about the machine being broken after his own score of 187 seemed to confirm that he would not be in this year's tournament. As he was leaving he just looked at me with a smug look on his face and asked me "What did you get on this thing last year anyway kid?" It seemed he was expecting my number to be around his and I figured he was trying to make himself feel better. Of course I knew he'd only freak more so I just simply shrugged and said "I think I was around 350 last year." With a dirty look and not another word he just stormed off. The guy behind me in line saw all of this and said "Well he's not taking it well is he?" Since I didn't mind telling this guy the truth I turned to him and said "Well it would have hurt his feelings more if I told him I got 499." The man just laughed like he thought I was joking. I was about to say something else when I noticed it was my turn to go. Well I guess actions speak louder than words I thought to myself as I spun around and gave the machine a very swift kick. Seeing the number on the display hit 531 I simply looked back at the guy, smiled and went on my way. Before I got out of earshot however I heard the man tell the judge "Yeah......I think I gonna back out of this one. Maybe next year."

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A few minutes later
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As I got to the waiting area I got a better idea of who and what I'd be facing. Looking around I saw the Dragon school student, a guy in the corner playing a guitar, a strange looking man with pink hair and several others. However it was the man dressed in black and blue that caught my attention. He was currently facing away from me and speaking with a guard that he seemed to know. With a smile I walked up to him and said out loud "Gavin Wynder.....you alone are going to make fighting in this tournament a ton of fun. I just hope I can prove that your win was a fluke last year." Gav looked over his shoulder and smiled back. "I thought I felt your power level Shitagi. Glad to see you here. Just don't get too close to my special present again and I think it'll be a good fight." He chuckled but unlike the man outside it was more of a good natured laugh as opposed to someone who didn't see me as much of a fighter. Indeed it had been a very close fight and we were both evenly matched. However a lapse of judgement on my part cost me. Gav had used a strange type of ki attack I never saw before. I braced myself for an impact but instead it landed at my feet. Confused I simply dropped my guard and looked at it as the glowing ball blew up in my face. I woke up about 20 minutes later thinking he had won by KO but to my embarassment it had been a double shot of knockout and ring out. Looking back I think my pride took a double shot that day since I was both outfought and outsmarted but I didn't stay bitter about it.Before he moved on to the next round I did manage to recover enough to meet him before his match give him credit for using his brain to beat me as opposed to power.

However I wasn't going to let that happen again. I smiled at him hoping he too kept up in his training because despite my will to win I knew it'd be no fun if he went down easy this time......
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And just to confirm it since I know everyone is wondering I'll go ahead and say that Gav's Ki Grenade was what did my character in at the last Budokai ^_~

[Ultimate Charizard]

OOC - Its always the Ki Grenade lol. Even in the original that was the first attack my Char used. Garen tried kicking it away . Ill just put in a quick reply post n hopefully get things moving.

Gav
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"Of course thats not to say i dont have other tricks you dont know about" i said with a smile and he seemed to stop, as if trying to tell if i was bluffing or not. There was something about this guy. There had been a bit of commotion after i beat him last year and my parents had seemed very impressed but i never bothered to find out why. Even now some of the other fighters were looking at him and sizing him up. When he mentioned i beat him last year they started sizing me up too. He either didnt notice or he was used to it.

"Guess all we do now is wait till the registration is done"

[Master of Paradox]

[Van Osiku]

There is a village, with a population of 424 people, that is situated at the foot of a mountain and is famous for its wine. Twenty-six years ago, an unexpected thaw in the mountains caused a giant rockslide, which would have crushed the village.

A very short man, carrying a guitar and a jug of wine, walked through the village and held one hand towards the mountainside. An incredible amount of ki emerged from it and vaporized the rocks before they reached the bottom of the mountain.

The man then turned and asked for wine.

Every year since, on the anniversary of the rockslide, the villagers leave three bottles of wine in the town square.

That night, guitar music is heard from the town square, and the bottles are gone in the morning.

With his registration complete, Van Osiku drifted out among the other competitors. The guy he had winded compounded his bad luck by scoring a pathetic result and getting sent home. Van chuckled a little at that.

Taking his guitar from his back, he began to play again, the music trailing him as his eyes shut. His aura, however, began to bounce through the crowd, searching for sizable power levels and trying to sense who the competition was this year.

The first hit came back a negative on anything resembling organic chemistry. Memories of a less-than-pleasant time before filtered through Van's mind, and he wondered if this android had any ties to ones he'd seen before. Its power ran up a satisfying amount, but it seemed to be fixed. The fight would have a set breaking point.

His next hit had a strange, almost schizophrenic feel to it. One half was clearly human, while the other was an alien race he didn't have much experience with. The two ran together, so he got the feeling the meeting of the races was far back in the genes. There was a great deal of power wrapped in that, though it seemed strangely off-center. That fight would be a dangerous one for the spectators, let alone the competitors.

The third hit came back as a human, but there was something strange about it, deep inside. He couldn't quite place it, though it had the same alien "flavor" as the odd part of the second guy. The raw power was less than the one before it, but there was more discipline on it. That would be a rough fight.

All of this happened inside Van Osiku's head. To anyone watching, he was playing the guitar with his eyes closed, head bowed and that quiet grin still on his face.

[Crazy Elf Boy]

Name: Sandor Browd (Anagram of Sword 'n' Board (guess what I have))
Race: Saiyan/Human 50/50
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Sandor stands around 5'9" with jet black hair with slight spikes held back by a green banada (think Main guy hero of Emerald bandana), with dark green emerald eyes. She wears a loose fitting purple short sleeve shirt with yellow long shirt sleeves sewn on at the end. The shirt itself has a weird crownlike symbol on the front. She also has a plain pair of stone washed blue jeans with a pair of slightly worn white sneakers. Sandor also sports a pair of braclets one on each arm (significance of these explained later). She still has her saiyan tail as well, but is very hard to see since it is nearly always tucked beneath her shirt.
Personality: Sandor is normally a very nice person but because of the saiyan blood running through her veins she becomes very arrogant and quite evil while she is fighting someone stronger then her. Because of her mother as well she is a very well disciplined girl with nice manners and doesn't talk that often. Actually she could be summed up as the nice quiet girl corner but if you piss her off you're in for a world of hurt.
History: Sandor is the daughter of a Saiyan elite Katana and expert martial artist Shierudo, she is the first half saiyan in her bloodline so far and because of that fact she is sort of looked down upon by her grandparents who are both ex-saiyan elites. Her mother Shierudo is an expert in over 10 different martial arts including use of weapons and hand to hand combat, all of which have been taught to Shandor since she was 4 years of age. Because Sandor is half saiyan and therefore is quite proficient in energy based attacks her mother created a set of bracelets which can have energy channeled through them to create a variety of melee weapons including a set of claws, swords and shields illustrated in a crappy drawing here.
Techniques: Sandor has a variety of techiniques which utilise the energy weapons and energy by itself as well.
Extend: Sandor can extend the energy in the weapons making them significantly larger and longer.
Shield-a-rang: Sort of like a destructo-disk she can throw the energy shield at an enemy it will attempt to cut them before losing power and returning back to Sandor.
Kamehameha: Yes she can use the famous beam.
Solar Flare: As well as the solar flar techinque
Shandor Shuffle: Creates 5 clones and then rearranges themselves making the original impossible to see.
Shandor Supe-up: Raises her attack power, speed and overall defense.
Star-Storm: Creates a storm of small energy projectiles which she can control individually.
I might add more later if thats ok

Shandor has also made several attempts at trying to reach super saiyan level but as thus far has been unsuccesful but she thinks she is close
Relationships: None but Open
Theme(s): Rewrite
Zetsubo Billy (Max Hormones)
Velonica (Aqua Timez)
Other: She has her heart set on competing in the Budokai Tenkaichi also I love Anagrams

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She was so excited as she bounced up and down in the line just bubbling with energy. This was her first Budokai Tenkaichi and she was ready to go and kick some ass, she even had camped out just to get a spot in the line so she didn't have to wait for too long to qualify for the first round. But unfortunately she camped in the wrong line and ended up first in line for the new action movie of the century.

Picking up her sleeping bag and slinging it over her shoulder she quietly moved over to the long line that had formed outside the arena anxiously waiting her turn to prove her worth. Looking at every other contestant seeing how strong they look and feeling a little low self esteem in her abilities she remembered he conversation with her mother yesterday.

*Flash Back wavey screen thingy + music*

Sandor narrowly escapes a blow from a wooden Katana as her mother brings it down on her, with another swift movement the katana whacks Sandor on the head leaving a huge bump on her head.

"OUCH why did you have to swing so hard" inquired Sandor

"Because without pain you wont ever learn anything" replied her mother in a brash manner.

"But do you think I can really win this tournament tommorow?"

"You're only as strong as you think you are, when you doubt you're only hurting yourself"

"But what if I am not strong enough?"

With a forceful blow Sandor's mum brings the katana back down onto her daughters head once again creating another bump next to the first

"What did I just say, Never ever doubt yourself because the only person you will hurt is you"

*end of flash back thingy*

After her brief trip into the past she hadn't realised that the line had moved considerably so she picked up her stuff again and ran up to the person in front of her again.

After another considerable amount of time it was her turn to test her strength on the machine. Stepping up to the plate she ties her hair back with the bandana and brings her hand back and forces it into the soft cushiony pad on the machine and scored a reputable 568. Feeling pretty good with herself Sandor steps back from the machine and procedes to the waiting area for the results, as she steps into the room she looks around to see more burly guys in the room. Noticing the lack of women in the room she quietly slinks back into a corner and waits silently.

[Blademaster]

Here we go.



Name: Basawe
Race: Saiyan
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Just under 6', weighs 217 lbs.. Caucasian with dark brown eyes and uniform, spiked hair resembling a cross between a palm tree and a spider: a split widow's peak at the top of his forehead, with four spikes of hair on either side of his head and one in the rear. His Saiyan armor is black on the shoulders and thigh guards, with orange bands and chestplate. He wears dark blue pants, like Bardock, and his scouter is - you guessed it - orange.
Personality: Basawe is similar to Bardock in many ways. He's a brute, like most Saiyans, but he's also a thinker. The kinda guy who muses over why he's genociding a planet while he does so. If he were ever assigned to, anyway. He views other Saiyans with mixed feelings, ranging from jealousy and disgust to admiration, and he treats other races as they treat him. Really a neutral guy, all things considered. Unless he's fighting. Then he puts his all into his actions, brawling both honorably and viciously.
History: Basawe was born with a very rare Saiya birth defect. So rare, in fact, that his is the only documented case for a full-blooded Saiyan on or off Planet Vegeta in recent history. This defect has two effects: The first is that it makes him lose energy at random, if not totally inopportune times.
The second problem - the more obvious of the two - is that Basawe was born without a tail. As a result, he cannot become an Oozaru, and he was more or less a laughingstock on Planet Vegeta throughout his life. All his classmates and sparring partners picked on him, his parents were ashamed of him, and he was bullied and beaten on more occasions than he can count.
Then, one fateful day, his life changed forever. Kerratins, an illegal equivalent of 'Saiyan steroids,' were offered to him by a shady individual who to this day remains unknown and uncaptured. Capable of multiplying a Saiyan's power level by 20 for about twelve hours, these pills would allow Basawe to get revenge on one of his most hated rivals. Basawe bought the two pills in an instant, used them, and engaged his rival in combat. Basawe quickly beat his opponent senseless, but his disorder sapped his energy just before he could incapacitate his enemy, who snapped back and, in a blind rage, beat Basawe nearly to death.
Through what some might call an act of kindness, a miracle, or perhaps a joking 'science experiment,' Basawe's superiors had him saved. He was, for lack of a better word, pieced back together, requiring a blood transfusion from another Saiyan.
After that, Basawe resumed his normal, miserable life... until the next Full Moon, that is. Some of Basawe's antagonists enjoyed terrorizing him as Oozaru's, much like children would stomp around and near a bug. But as Basawe was bathed in the moonlight, he suddenly felt a painful surge of energy rip through him. His hair became a wild, tangled mass, turning an icy blue-white color, his aura surging like never before. He expelled the extra energy in a series of powerful blast waves that knocked his assailants out cold or scared them off.
Since then, Basawe has come to realize that his Saiyan blood - a mix of diseased blood unaffected by moonlight (and the Blutz Waves within it) and healthy foreign blood capable of becoming empowered by Oozaru energy - is responsible for his bizarre transformation that night. He does not know how strong his transformation makes him, but based off what he knows of the Oozaru, he estimates it increases his power tenfold, then lingers since he has never transformed and thus cannot transform 'back.' As a result, he has started to train himself to 'hold onto' any excess energy he can before his system expels it. And it is working - he grows stronger with each Full Moon.
Recently, Basawe was approached again. Despite his newfound power, which he has dubbed the "Extra Saiyan" transformation, he was still ostracized by his peers for being different. And finally, that ostracizing nearly claimed his life: His rival, who nearly killed him, and several of his thugs ganged up on Basawe and forced him into a pod, which they ejected to a random planet - one called 'Earth'...
What has happened since then, I'll leave blank, since I'm not quite sure where the rest of the Saiyans are starting. Heald, you can fill me on on that later, and I'll edit this as needed.
Techniques:
-Basawe Beam: Basawe pulls his hands back, then thrusts them forward, firing an orange-white beam of energy. Almost a dead-ringer for a Kamehameha.
-Basawe Blitz: Basawe focuses energy from his whole body into a single, glowing punch.
-Basawe Boost: A self-taught Kaio-Ken, Basawe summons any spare energy dormant in his blood, flaring an orange aura around himself and multiplying his strength by 5 for a short time.
-Basawe Bomb: Basawe gathers his energy into a single concentrated sphere of orange-white, then hurls it at a target. Cannot be used consecutively.
-Basawe Blitzkrieg: Basawe's strongest attack thus far. He gathers all his energy in his hands, forming two energy balls, which he then detonates, raining down shards of burning orange energy. Cannot be used consecutively; drains a lot of energy.
-Extra Saiyan Transformation: Only occurs during a Full Moon. Multiplies Basawe's power tenfold; gives him wild, SS3-like hair the color of ice.
Relationships: None ATM.
Themes:
Calm theme.
Battle theme.
Extra Saiyan theme.

Other: Basawe's name is a near-anagram of 'wasabi,' which (really) is a vegetable, and thus is in keeping with the Saiyan name theme.

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The robed figure took a seat about 10 rows from the center of the arena.

The 104th Budokai Tenkaichi... As he pulled back his hood, revealing a pointy mass of black hair and a stern expression, he took a moment to ponder this event.

'People on this planet fight one another for their amusement, too?' he thought, frowning. 'Figures I'd land here of all planets...'

He sighed and looked around. The crowd was pretty noisy, but they weren't hollering for blood or anything like that... This 'Tenkaichi' must have been a more controlled event than he was used to.

Just then, the combatants began to enter the arena, and the crowd around him began to yell and cheer, standing up and hollering at the top of their lungs. In particular, the man to his left jumped up and began yelling down to who must have been his son:

"YEAH, RICKY! ATTA BOY, YOU SHOW THE REST OF THOSE BUMS WHO'S THE BEST! WOO!"

The robed man sighed and shook his head.

'But not THAT controlled...'

"Something wrong, youngster?"

The robed man looked to his right. A much older man with a salt-and-pepper moustache, clad in a jacket, loose jeans, and boots (and, funnily enough, a ridiculously tiny cap), was talking to him.

"You don't look like you're having fun, scout." the old man said, taking a napkin out of his jacket and wiping his glasses off with them. "Is this your first time at the Tenkaichi?"

The robed man was silent for a moment.

'He's... talking to me?' he thought, a bit nervous. 'The people of Earth do that? ...He might be stringing me along, but there's no way he's strong enough to poke fun at me...'

"Sonny?"

The robed man looked at his inquisitor.

'...Maybe the locals are friendlier here than on Vegeta. I'm going to be here for awhile... Might as well try and make a good impression.'

"Yes." the robed man finally responded, a bit too abruptly. "Er, yes. It is... Can you tell me what this... Tenkaichi is like?"

The old man smiled a bit.

"Had me worried for a sec there." he said with a chuckle. "Well, I sure can tell ya about this shindig. This is the Budokai Tenkaichi, where the best fighters from around the planet show up pretty much every year to test their skills and see who's the strongest fighter in the system!"

"The... system?"

"The star system, my boy. We don't just get humans here, we get folks from neighboring planets, too! Namekians and the like."

The robed man was silent for a moment.

"What about Saiyans?"

"Saiyans? Those monkey-type blowhards in the weird armor? (The robed figure let his strangely wide shoulders drop a bit at this, not that the old man noticed.) Yeah, we get a few strays every now and then. Not too many, though - I guess Earth's a bit too far outside their list of travel destinations to show up every year."

'Thank the Kais for that.' the robed figure said, his expression lightening a bit.

"Why do you ask?" the old man inquired.

"...I've had a bad history with the Saiyans." the robed one replied.

"Oh?"

"If you don't mind, I'd rather not discuss it."

The old man backed off a bit.

"Alright, alright... Sorry to pry."

"It's... alright. It's just a sensitive subject, is all."

"I understand... You're a good egg, sonny. Very well-mannered. Not a lot of the young types treat us old folks as polite as you these days... What's your name?"

"My name? It's Basa... Yes. Call me Basa."

"Basa?" the old man replied, offering his hand. "What nationality's that?"

Basa, as he called himself, took the old man's hand and shook it.

"It's... pretty obscure." he lied. "And you are...?"

"Phil Wynder! I'm here to see my nephew fight!"

Basa suddenly got a cold feeling in his stomach.

"Aren't you afraid he'll get hurt...?"

"Not at all!" Phil replied, looking down at the arena, a big grin on his face. "These fights are closely monitored so nobody gets hurt too bad. Sure, there's a few cuts and bruises when it's all said and done, but that's par for the course, don't ya know."

Basa mulled over this for a minute.

"So... Nobody here gets injured? I was under the impression that this was a free-for-all event, like back... home..."

"Well, I dunno where you come from, son, but they don't let brutes fight here. Everyone knows what is and what isn't allowed, and they abide by those rules. Even the Saiyans keep themselves pretty level-headed. Well, most of the time anyway, but I don't think there's any here this year, so there's nothing to worry about... Oh! There he is! There's my nephew!"

Phil immediately jumped to his feet and started yelling down to the fighters that were now streaming into the arena.

"Gavin! Heeeeeeey, Gavin my boy! You show 'em what for, son! Make your daddy proud!"

Basa smiled a bit as he listened to his new 'friend' cheer and yell for his nephew. Maybe this planet wasn't gonna be as bad as he thought... He turned and raised his hand for a hot dog. The cold nervous feeling in his stomach was gone, and his ravenous Saiyan hunger was quickly setting in...

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Hope that's OK with you, Gav.

NEXT!

[Heald]

Progression Post Time! Wheeeee!

Zaito Zhin

A young Saiyan with a powerful aura landed in the line with Zaito and made some cocky talk with the guy he was talking to. Zaito decided to concentrate on making it through the preliminaries and only made small-talk if needed.

He came up to the strength test station within the half hour and the steward briefed him.
"Name?" he yawned.
"Zaito Zhin," he replied.
"Ah, a first-timer, well, just hit this pad here with your strength, one hand or foot."
"How hard?" Zaito enquired.
"As hard as you can," was the reply, before a pause, then, "Wait, you're not one of these suoper guys that keeps breaking our machines, are you?"
Zaito sighed,
"No idea."
"...Right, right, well hurry up!"
Zaito turned to the pad and readied a fist. He closed his eyes and imagined a Bull, then unleashed a half-strength punch dead center of the pad. The machine rocked back with a moan and the counter began bleeping wildly before settling on 596.
"Was that okay?" Zaito asked. A couple of people in the queue laughed nervously, but he could see the Saiyan smiling and sizing him up. He turned to the steward who hurried him through before he did any more damage.

Zaito began stretching in the practice area, noticing all the people coming in, some powerful, but mostly weaklings unless they were hiding their power. At around 10 o clock a man came out with a microphone.
"Listen up fighters, we're going to begin the Preliminaries! As you all know, only 8 fighters make it to the grand arena, and at the moment there are over 100 of you! Therefore, when you come through to the preliminary rings, please take a coloured band from the box on the right; there are only 8 colours and these signify what ring you go to! We only have an hour and a half so move it fighters!"

There was a big rush towards the doors as eager fighters hurried towards the fights. Zaito was more cautious and chilled, just casually walking towards the doors. He arrived at the same time as the Saiyan he met in the queue.
"Well, this is it I guess," Zaito said, scratching his head. He stretched out his hand, "Zaito,".
The Saiyan teen smiled and outstretched him hand, giving him a hard handshake, but Zaito smiled and tightened his grip.
"Shitagi Summers. I've noticed your Azure Dragon emblem."
"Oh, right, so you've heard of us,"
"Yeah, we had a fighter from there last year, but he lost in the prelims. Hope you get better luck this time."
Zaito smiled.
"I don't need luck," he said under his breath, but Shitagi caught it and smirked.
"Well, time to find out what our colours are," and with that Shitagi dipped his hand in the box and pulled out a green wristband. Zaito followed suit and grabbed a purple one.
"Guess I'll see you in the finals then," Shitagi nodded and then jogged to the rings. Zaito slipped his wristband on and headed towards the purple zone, having time to think about the teen's last comment.
"See you in the finals? He's confident, but I guess he's expecting me to win my prelims."

He was snapped out of his daydreaming by a burly steward, a huge guy, over 7 feet tall. He spoke like a cross between a wrestling superstar and a drill sergeant.
"You Zhin?"
Zaito was caught off-guard, then spoke,
"Yes, Zaito Zhin."
"Whatever, you're in my purple group. The rules are simple: ring-out, knock-out, or take the wrist-bands from your opponent. If you ring-out or are knocked-out, you lose half of your wristbands, unless you got one, in which case you lose your only one! Whoever has the most bands by 11.30 is the winner. If you lose all of your wristbands, you go home! Understand!"
"Yeah,"
"Good, now get in there with Ho Chi!"
Zaito jumped onto the stone arena, getting his bearings when he heard a high-pitched battlecry from his right; a short, thin man wearing taijutsu garb was running towards him yelling. Zaito quickly grabbed the man's arm and in a swift movement trapped it between his legs before rolling back, taking his wristband and then sharply kicking the man in the stomach, sending him flying out of the arena. Zaito stood up with two wristbands and smiled.
"Well, that was easy."
The steward grinned.
"Looks like you got some skills kid. Now get out of that ring, more people need to fight, you'll get your go again soon!"

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Right, just get through the prelims I guess. Make up colours if you want. If you want to complicate things, join the same colour groups as other PCs if you want, although you two decide between yourselves who emerges the victor.

[Mystic_clown]

Psycho Soldier Gamma
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Gamme silently stood back, watching the first few fights of the preliminaries. Although the ones he was focusing on couldn’t really be called fights. They were essentially over before they even began. It was so pathetically one sided that a regular person would feel sorry for the losers.

Of course, Gamma wasn’t a regular person, and he was meant to feel sorry for people.

“You! Erm, Gamma! You’re up!”

Gamma looked briefly at the steward before walking towards the ring. He glanced briefly at the two blue armbands on his arms. The idea of this test was to acquire the armbands, not to overwhelm your opponents with pure force, although that was an option.

He stepped into the concrete ring. His opponent was a rather effeminate man, with long blonde hair and a face that clearly defined him as a lady’s man. A small glance in his mind confirmed this. He seemed focused on impressing the women in this tournament, rather than putting in any real effort. He gave a small smirk at his opponent.

“Black leather and pink hair huh? A rather tacky colour scheme don’t you think?” he yawned lightly, “I guess they’ll let anyone into this tournament now.”

Gamma didn’t respond to the insult. He knew very well he had this man outclassed in terms of strength. Even without his psychic abilities.

His opponent then made his move, shooting straight towards him just to show just how much better he was. However, he didn’t expect for Gamma to swiftly duck to the side, avoiding his initial strike. Giving a small growl of frustration, he continued to launch fist and foot at the agile android, each one missing as Gamma gracefully dodged.

Gamma ducked under a kick before leaping back, putting some distance between him and his irritated opponent.

“Why don’t you quite dancing around and fight already!” he growled, sneering at the android.

“I don’t have to…” came Gamma’s deadpan reply, causing a bit of confusion to wash over his opponent’s face.

“What do you mean you don’t have…” He stopped when he noticed something on Gamma.

He was no longer wearing two armbands, but four!

He looked down at his own arms, horrified to find his own gone.

During Gamma’s dodging, the android had managed to remove both of his arm bands without him realising.

The steward noticed this too.

“Well, um, I guess that means Gamma’s the winner,” he said.

This didn’t sit too well with Gamma’s former opponent though. The fact that he’d been beaten so easily, and without a single punch being thrown was a little much for him.

With a roar of rage, the sore loser charged at Gamma, fully intent on ripping the android apart. Unfortunately for him, it was not to be.

Gamma shot the man a sharp glare and suddenly it was like he was hit by a truck. The man was sent rocketing back by an invisible force, rolling across the ground as he landed outside of the ring.

Anyone watching just stared at the fallen man as Gamma silently stepped out of the ring, waiting for his next turn.

[Asilynne]

OOC: Im sorry I havent got my post up yet ._. Ive been working a LOT lately (just ask Rudy -.-) Ill try to have my post up by today or tomorrow, I know what I want it to be Ive just been very tired when I get home :<

[Master Rudy]

I not posting at the moment but I found something that may help:
http://dragonball.wikia.com/wiki/Main_Page

All the info you should need. BTW if you were wondering if it's 100 years after the end of Z on the day of the Tenkaichi Budokai then it's May 7th in the year 874. Normally the Budokai is held every three years but I guess you could say it's become popular enough to be held eash year ^_~

[Mystic_clown]

Ok, sorry for bothering everyone, but is anybody going to post here?

[Master of Paradox]

[Van Osiku]

The video from the Tenkaichi Budokai of 854 begins with an overview of the preliminaries. Van Osiku, or someone resembling him, is sitting on the outside of the group waiting for their turns, guitar in hand and jug on his hip.

He waves to the camera, grinning wider than usual, before asking the person next to him for a cigarette.

The song ended, the second song in a row that he had played, and Van Osiku lowered the guitar, wondering where everyone around him had gone. That was when the man in the tight jacket grabbed his arm.

"Hey! You in the tournament?" the man yelled.

Van Osiku nodded.

"Well, stop holding up the prelims! Get over to the box and get a wristband!"

Pulling his arm free, Van Osiku moved over to the box in question and reached into it, coming out with a blue wristband. He blinked, then slid it onto his wrist and looked around. Soon he saw which ring to go to and wandered in that direction, setting his guitar on his back.

As soon as he reached the ring, someone with a clipboard came up and said, "Van Osiku?"

Van nodded again, and was soon pushed into the ring. He rubbed his eyes for a moment, and then dodged to the ring as a large woman in a red tanktop and camo pants lunged for him.

Apparently he had arrived just in time for his fight.

The woman tossed her black hair, cracked her knuckles and floated a foot off the ground, moving to Van's right. She paused for just a moment, then dove at him, her arms pulling back.

Van blinked out of sight for a second, and then returned just underneath her, hands flashing. The woman let out a gasp as five punches worked their way from the bottom of her ribcage to her navel.

A few seconds later, she collapsed to the ground. Van bent over and slid her wristband off, putting it on himself.

As the man with the clipboard carried the woman out of the ring, Van walked to the outside and sat down, looking around his seat. He had sat next to the android he had seen before.

He turned to his other side, stole a cigarette from another fighter's pack, and took a match from his pocket. As he lit up, he turned to the android and said, "Any good competition yet?"

[Crazy Elf Boy]

"The preliminaries are starting would all contestants please move over the the entrance to the ring to see which coloured group you will be assigned to"

"Uh-oh" Sandor frowned as she slinked out of her corner and once again to the back of a long line.

While waiting in the line Sandor looked up and down the line at which people she might be versing, most of the people there were at least 5 feet taller then her and have muscles that extend at least 3 feet from where they should be. She started shifting from side to side seeing that nearly all the competitors where male and thinking that she wouldn't be able to beat any of them since she was so tiny.

Finally it was her turn reaching into the box she fished around the multitude of cloth before pulling out a black armband and wrapping it around her arm tieing it off in a knot. Walking back into the mess that was the rest of the contestants scouting the crowd for other people who were in the black group. But after much searching she only found a few people and like most of the other contestants they where big and burly all wearing different martial arts uniforms, so she just sat in the corner and started to drift off to sleep.

"Sandor Browd will you please step into the arena for your match"

"Sandor Browd this is your second call to move to the arena for your match"

Waking up at the sound of the announcement she rushes over to the entrance to the arena and walks down the stone path and waves from side to side as the crowd cheers at her giving her a new sense of self esteem. But as soon as she looked at her opponent that self esteem just went away because she realised they were cheering for him, he stood about 8 feet tall in a wrestling outfit holding a giant belt over his head posing for every one.

"So your my opponent" he says glaring down at Sandor "You are such a little pipsqueak"

"And Begin" yells the annoucer

Sandor gives a small bow and takes a battle stance. With no hesitation her opponent rushes toward and throws a devastating punch in Sandor's direction. But she just moves to the right and the punch glides harmlessly behind her and with another quick movement she kicks him in the gut and watches him fly onto the edge of the ring and hit the ground with a large thud. The whole crowd watches in amazement as Sandor just moves over to his lifeless body, removes his armband, gives a loud cheer, jumps and walks back into the waiting room.

On the way back she is passed by a tall man wearing black leather and bright pink hair walking into the arena and just as she sits back down she looks up to see the same man walk out again with four armbands instead of the two he went in with. She took a quick look out into the arena to see a stunned guy on the outside of the ring with what looks like having a broken arm.

"Hi" Sandor said as she walked up to the pink haired man "Whats your name"

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Tag Mystic_Clown if thats ok with you

[Blademaster]

Continuity error, Elf.

Will edit in something later.

[Crazy Elf Boy]

No it is not a continuity error as I am fact talking to Mystic Clown right after he has finished his match while Master of Paradox talked to him while he was sitting down so effectively my conversation could come first then Master's second.

[Mystic_clown]

Psycho Soldier Gamma
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Well, that was disappointing.

Gamma silent stepped out of the arena. He was quite disappointed in his first opponent. There were two many people like him and few real opponents in this tournaments. The android assured himself that he will face those opponents in the future. He knew he would.

He was pulled from his thoughts by a young woman who had appeared by his side.

“Hi. What’s your name?”

Gamma was quiet for a moment. He could sense a great deal of power from this girl. She was more to his liking.

“I am Gamma,” he responded in his deadpan voice. The young woman didn’t seem to notice the lack of emotion in his voice as she replied.

“I’m Sandor Browd. Nice to meet you. You got through your first match quite quickly didn’t you?”

Gamma nodded. “It was quite disappointing to be honest.” Sandor nodded and shrugged.

“Hey, at least we’ll fight some strong guys when the actual tournament starts.” She looked over at one of the other arenas.

“Want to scope out the competition?” she asked. Gamma didn’t see anything wrong with that. A little recon never hurt anyone. He gave her a short nod.

The two sat down, watching a fight take place between a man and a woman…if you could really call it a fight. The woman was down in a matter of seconds.

The man in question walked over to them, sitting down next to Gamma. He looked over at the android casually before saying:

“Any good competition yet?”

Gamma cast an emotionless look in his direction.

“Quite disappointing really.” Sandor nodded in agreement. The man chuckled.

‘Amen to that. So what brings the two of you here?”

Gamma was quiet for a moment, aware he shouldn’t really tell this man about his reason.

“My reasons are my own.” Was his reply.

[Bear]

Sorry I'm late, my internet was down for almost 3 weeks. I guess it's too late to compete, so I'll have Hammer be a spectator for now. His reasoning for returning to Earth after so long will probably sound cheesy, but I have to get him involved .

Name: Hammer
Race: Namekian
Age: Unknown
Gender: Unknown?
Appearance: My brain is fried right now so for lack of imagination I'll say he looks just like Nail. As far as his outfit goes he wears a loose-fitting dark purple tunic, vest, and pants. Very simple garb, being a Namekian and all
Personality: As per most Namekians, he barely talks or shows any emotion. He has a very strong sense of justice though, and a short temper to accompany it. This combination often leads him to get involved in conflicts without warning, and usually against unfavorable odds.
History: Hammer (as you might have guessed) is a direct descendant of Nail. After learning of the fate that befell his ancestors, he was so stricken with hatred and grief that he fled Earth to a barren moon somewhere and trained furiously for years, swearing vengeance on all who would slaughter innocents as Frieza did.
Techniques: Hammer, during his training, mastered several fighting styles. His preferred style is the Xing Yi, an ancient Korean art that is physically, mentally, and spiritually intensive. It centers upon the artist's control over his/her own Qi, allowing it to power the body and even manifest in its own physical form (beam). Hammer's primary attacks are the Xing Yi Quan (Path of the Will Fist), Di Zhu (Earth Keeper), and regular Qi attacks (beams and such). He has one special attack called Mind of Gaia, an attack that calls upon the five elements of Earth, Water, Fire, Wood, and Metal. A series of blows are dealt to the foe relative to each of the 5 elements. For example: for Water, a huge tidal wave engulfs the enemy. This attack is a final attack, usually obliterating anything in the vicinity and leaving Hammer on the brink of death. He tends not to use weapons, but he can use anything if he has to. Also, as per all Namekians, he regenerates.
Relationships: Nail's descendant, possibly great-grandson (though unknown for sure)
Theme(s): Overall Character Theme - Mein Herz Brennt by Rammstein
Battle Theme - The Mirror by Dream Theater
Other: =P

Hammer

Tall buildings loomed all around as Hammer entered the city. It was certainly a change of scenery from where he had spent the last several years. At the end of the broad, bustling street he could see the outer shell of the stadium complex. In addition, he could hear the cheers and whoops of the crowd.

"Sounds like it has already begun." Hammer said softly to himself, quickening his pace. As he approached the front gate, the din grew louder suddenly, as if a fight had just ended. Hammer paused, taking a moment to sense the power levels in the vicinity. As expected, the bulk of the power levels were the low human ones, likely the spectators. As he searched further, he came across a few rather strong levels. Some of them bore human energy signatures, and there were one or two Saiyans. What perturbed him a bit was the being in the stadium that had no power level. This was typical of the Androids that he had learned of when he was young. Puzzled but not terribly concerned, he continued on his way into the stadium. After passing through the cavernous entryway, he made his way through one of the many identical corridors leading up to the stands sections. He emerged from the tunnel, the main arena coming into view. He turned and continued up the stairs, finding an open seat near the top of the stands. As he sat, he gazed around to see what was going on.

"Several battles happening simultaneously in the smaller sub-arenas. Must still be the preliminaries." He said, once again to himself. He leaned back in his box seat, directing his attention to one of the small arenas, where he watched a tiny girl make short work of her oafish opponent. Her energy signature revealed that she had Saiyan and Human blood, though the ratio was not clear.

"Seems as though there's more to this girl than meets the eye." He thought, making himself comfortable to watch the rest of the matches.

((EDIT: I added another theme to Hammer's profile. Give it a listen!))

[Master Rudy]

OOC-No time to post now. Just letting you all know I'm still alive and hoping to get something up by the weekend. Brandy also knows she needs to post and will do so on her own time. She's been rather busy with work as of late.

[Master of Paradox]

[Van Osiku]

If you go to a certain store in East City, place three zenie on the counter, and ask the owner about his "friend from out of town", he will tell you the following story:

"Three days after I opened this place, it got robbed. Two guys with guns burst in and asked for everything in the register. I wasn't fast enough, so one of them clocked me with his gun.

"Everything goes fuzzy, and when I clear my head, there's this little guy with a big grin standing on them. He beat the shit out of them in less time then it took me to blink four times. Then he asks for a brand of cigarettes from out of town. I had them shipped in the next day.

"That was fifteen years ago. I still keep a carton under the counter for when he shows up again. He comes in like clockwork every three months."

Taking a long drag on his cigarette, Van Osiku listened to the android answer him, then knocked the ashes off of his cigarette before putting it out on the sole of his shoe. The cigarettes out here tasted like crap.

The prelims kept going, and he turned around on his seat to watch what was going on in the other rings. A lot of people had somehow fluked past the strength testers, and one by one they were taken out. They were rapidly approaching the tournament proper.

Then someone tapped Van Osiku's shoulders, and he sighed, realizing he was up again. Hopping off the bench, he took a swig of his wine and stepped into the circle proper.

His opponent this time was a bitter-eyed man with a black bandana over his mouth. They took their positions, and Van Osiku shut his eyes.

I wonder what the point is, he thought. Nobody here really knows what they're doing. When things go downhill, this place is going to be ankle-deep in blood before anyone gets a hold of themselves.

When he opened his eyes again, his opponent was on his knees, whimpering in pain. This was because Van Osiku had rotated his arms 180 degrees in their sockets. He took the bands off the bandana man's wrists, put them on his own arms, and took his seat again.

With a sigh, Van pulled the guitar onto his lap and played a few test notes. It was out of tune, and he sighed again, tuning it.

[Bear]

OOC - Waiting on other people to post before I post again. In the meantime, here's something funny to watch:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fd6izyWr9dA

[Blademaster]

I'll post something as soon as that lazy bastard Heald IM's me and gives me villain instructions.

[Heald]

Name: Shimuto
Race: Alien
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance: A very tall, imposing person, just over 7 feet tall. He is a humanoid and closely resembles Nova Shenron, although without wings and without lips. He is very muscular and is covered by a hard exoskeleton that is dark blue in colour. He wears a white dogi that is sleeveless and is cut in between the bottom of his chest and his waist, leaving his abdomen uncovered. He has black boots and a white cape as well. His hands have three fingers and an opposable thumb, each digit with a large claw.
Personality: He speaks with a dark, brooding voice and commands respect. He is a mostly respectful and calm individual, even with his master Rothax. He does not tend to insult or disrespect his opponents, although he does not mince with words or actions, being a quick and lethal force on the battlefield. In contrast with Rothax's anger and tantrum-heavy nature, he never tends to show anger. At worst, he shows an intense dislike to something, so do not mistake his calmness for indifference. He is willingly subserviant to Rothax, although at the same time is confident that Rothax would never try to turn on him without warning, so he is not a sycophant, nor does he kowtow to Rothax.
History: Not much is known about his race: their planet is a very secretive and supposedly dangerous one, although it is located in the same region as Namek and Mizim. It is not uncommon for warriors to leave the planet and become space-pirates, and in his youth Shimuto did just that. However, along the way their ship was forced to land on a small planet controlled by what could be best described as blood-drinking cultists. Shimuto does not speak much about what happened on this planet, nor of his previous life, of which he refuses to acknowledge, but he became fanatically religious and rose up through the ranks of this death cult, becoming a high templar, hence his robes. He bathes himself in death and decided to leave the planet on a pilgrimage in order to find a civilised planet to sacrifice to their blood god. It was on his pilgrimage that he came across Rothax and his band, and when Rothax's then-second-in-command called Shimuto and his cult a bunch of crazy cultists, Shimuto decapitated him and drank his blood. Rothax, although more powerful than Shimuto, was impressed with his deadly and no-nonsense attitude and immediately offered him the post of second-in-command and his personal bodyguard, in return for giving him passage to search the universe. As of yet, he is yet to find a planet worthy of sacrifice to their blood god.
Techniques: He is a quick, lethal close-combat specialist, although he does have some energy attacks, he prefers to get up close and personal. He does have a second form, although he has never used it as to reverse it is a long and painful one. His exoskeleton is incredibly hard and it takes great effort or strength to puncture it.
Relationships: He is second-in-command to Rothax.
Theme(s): Super Buu's Theme
Other: Nope.

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Shimuto

"It is done Captain. Estimated time to Earth is two to two and a half hours, depending on asteroid-belts and-"
"Yeah yeah, just make sure we aren't too delayed, alright?" Rothax demanded.
"Understood Captain. I've adjusted shields for maximum-"
"Okay, just tell me when we're ten minutes away, I'm going to go prepare,"
And with that Rothax left the room to his private quarters. Shimuto finished adjusting the auto-pilot and turned to Tennan.
"Make sure there are no delays, and absolutely no disturbances. Is that clear?"
Tennan gulped, nodded and stood attentively at the bridge computer. Whilst Rothax was the ruthless, angry Captain, Tennan was one of the few people to have seen first-hand what happens to those who upset Shimuto and lived.

Shimuto made his way to his quarters and pulled up his own monitor.
"Computer, show all data for Earth."
The monitor loaded up the data, and then gave a read-out. Shimuto's eyes took in all the information quickly.
"Estimated population: 9.5 billion, majority race: Humanity, known other races: Saiyan, Namek."
Shimuto pondered. He had not heard of humans before, and this is where the Dragon Balls are. He began to study data on humanity.
"Human: carbon-based lifeform, average power level: 1, not known for their fighting prowess but there are several exceptions. Data incomplete."
He knew enough about Saiyans, so he left his searching there. So, a planet filled with billions of weaklings? Sounds perfect.

He turned around and headed towards a door. He keyed in a code and it opened, bathing him in blood red light. He walked in and the door closed behind him. The room was red and covered in many alien religious symbols. A praying mat was laid out in the middle and blood was splattered on the floor and walls. He took off his robes and was left only in an undershirt and long trousers. He turned his head up at the ceiling and smiled,
"Well whelp, it looks like your usefulness is about up. The next planet we're coming to has many more people I can replace you with."
On the celing was a humanoid alien who was severely disfigured and dismembered. His arms and legs had been severed at their joint leaving only bloody stubs, his clothes were ripped and his face and body were covered in large scars, the most noticable being a vivid symbol carved into his torso. The being was barely alive, and would be dead long ago had Shimuto not tended to his injuries in order to prolong his suffering and his life. In response to Shimuto, this pitiful excuse for an intelligent being was no longer a sane individual, instead a gibbering wreck who only moaned back at Shimuto, possibly a request for the suffering to come to an end.
"The Blood God is pleased with your persistence in living, I'm sure he will give you a kind fate," Shimuto smiled and his pupils became a bright red. Two thin beam emerged from his eyes and disemboweled the alien, killing him and causing a torrent of blood to gush upon Shimuto, who had now fallen onto his knees upon his prayer mat. He drank up the blood that fell into his gaping mouth before falling onto his hands and beginning an elaborate prayer.

He had finished his prayer within the hour and he discarded his bloodied clothes, putting on clean fighting attire and then his robes. He left the room and returned to the bridge.
"What is our schedule?" Shimuto asked.
"Less than thirty minutes."
"Excellent. I shall need to inform the Captain shortly then."

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Zaito Zhin

Zaito had progressed successively in his fights, winning all of them and now he was standing face to face with the last remaining combatant of this particular arena, both equal on wristbands. This one was another man like him, although he could feel he was more powerful than some of his other foes.
"Give up now, you can't beat me, I've seen how strong you are, but trust me, you won't beat me," his opponent stated. Zaito smiled and prepared a fighting stance.
"Funny, I was about to say the same thing to you."
His opponent frowned and then thrust both his hands forward and yelled,
"Hyah!"
A bright white beam of energy erupted from his hands and flew across the arena at Zaito. Zaito was surprised: he wasn't expecting energy attacks from this guy. Perhaps he was holding back before? Zaito extended one arm and concentrated, catching the beam in one hand and digging his feet him. His arm tensed; he could feel this guy definitely had some power.
"You can't block it forever!" his opponent yelled, pumping up the power. Zaito powered up his arm accordingly and then prepared his other arm.
"I don't intend to! Hyah!"
Zaito thrust his free hand out and fire a small blue energy ball straight back at his surprised opponent. It exploded on his chest and his opponent flew backwards out of the arena and onto the ground for a ring-out. Zaito smiled and lowered his arms.
"Well, I guess he won't underestimate someone again," Zaito muttered and took his opponents wrist-bands.

Suddenly, a loud bell began to chime and a man appeared at the podium at the front of the arena.
"Attention everyone! That's time up! Will the 8 winning fighters from each ring please step up the front, and will everyone else who is lucky enough to be still able to walk please leave the arena!"
Zaito smiled. He had made it through the preliminaries, but he had felt some very powerful levels from the other rings, and knew it would get harder from here.

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Okay guys, if you won your colour's preliminary, go to the front, or whatever. I'll dole out the first round matches once you have.

[Mystic_clown]

Psycho Soldier Gamma
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A hulking giant of a man hit the ground with a hard slam, skidding across the ring before finally falling out. Meanwhile, his opponent, the leather clad, pink haired android, slowly lowered his leg. For that particular match, Gamma had decided to test out his physical prowess and had forgone his psychic abilities. Once again, it would seem like he was superior, despite that anyone capable of sensing power levels would have deemed him not a threat.

At that point the bell chimed, signalling the end of the preliminaries.

“Attention everyone! That’s time up! Will the eight winning fighters please step up the front, and will everyone else who is lucky enough to be still able to walk please leave the arena!”

Well, unless by some freak chance there was someone else dominating the blue division, that would make Gamma one of the top eight. That was good. Maybe now he would get some real opponents.

Silently, he strode up towards the front, where the announcer waited and the other eight were gathering. He noticed a young, human fighter approaching as well. He could detect a great deal of power within him as well.

Well, it seems that the tournament WILL provide some real opponents after all.

He stood up quietly up the front, his eyes scanning for any sign of Sandor or that man from earlier. They seemed like real opponents and it would indeed be a shame if they failed to advance.

[Master of Paradox]

[Van Osiku]

The video from 854 shows Van Osiku in the preliminaries, fighting in the Yellow ring. He does not acknowledge the camera as he steps into the ring.

His opponent is a young man who would go on to win the tournament five years later. The two of them square off, and Van offers to let him make the first attack with a wave of his hand.

The young man does, and Van catches him before performing a corkscrew dive into the ground. The man is knocked unconscious, and Van takes his wristbands.

A bell broke Van's concentration as he stared into space, and he blinked, rubbing his eyes with one arm. Picking up the heavy jug beside him, he pulled the cork and took a quick swig before getting to his feet. He recorked the jug and set it aside before kicking the bottom of his guitar, catching it out of the air and playing a few notes. Did they want him in the ring again?

"Attention, everyone! That's time up! Will the eight winning fighters from each ring please step up the front, and will everyone else who is lucky enough to be still able to walk please leave the arena!"

Van's eyes narrowed. That seemed to go considerably faster than he'd expected. He set his guitar down and examined his arms - he had six wristbands, so that seemed to make him the winner...

But then he saw the android still had his, too. With a sigh, he walked into the center of the arena, wondering if that girl was still in, as well.

With a chuckle, Van turned to the android and held his arms out. "It looks like there's a problem," he said, head shaking. "The last time I saw this tournament, you couldn't have two men from one ring walking in. And if I recall correctly, they settled it the way they settled everything else."

He let his cigarette drop and crushed it out with the toe of one sandal. His muscles tensed, and he swayed on his feet, his grin never shifting.

[Blademaster]

Alright, here we go!

Basawe

The robed Saiyan bits into his fourth hot dog and sucked down his soda so fast that the cup actually vacuum-crushed itself through the straw before he tossed it away.

"You sure have a healthy appetite there, scout." Phil said next to him, chuckling. "I feel bad for the hot dog vendor next time he comes up here."

Basa didn't reply - he'd never had Earth food, and he was enjoying every morsel of it.

"Da frood a' home was nrevv'r dish good!" Basa sputtered in between bites, waving for another vendor - this one carrying bags of popcorn - to come over.

Phil began laughing more loudly, smacking his knee, before the announcer cut in, declaring that the preliminary match-ups were over. That meant only 8 warriors remained.

"Ah, this is where it gets good!" Phil said, eyes scouring the arena.

Basa followed his gaze - a couple of people had already entered the arena, some wearing different-colored wristbands. Basa was still a bit confused as to the rules of this event, but Phil had been kind enough to explain to him what the bands meant.

It was when he saw that one man (black-clad with pink hair) had the same color bands as another (one carrying a guitar and some sort of vessel at his hip) that he became confused. Not by the rules of the tournament, or the bands, but the men themselves. Basa was picking up strange emissions from them - bizarre energy signals from the guitarist and a totally foreign energy from the pink-haired one that he could barely feel even when he focused his hardest.

'Those two humans are different from the rest.' he thought, curious.

"Phil, would you excuse me?" Basa said, getting up and leaving his seat before his friend could even respond. He left his row and descended the stairs, getting down as close to the arena as he could.

On retrospect, that might not have been a good idea - his shadow fell over the pink-haired one, who glanced up at him. His opponent blinked and did the same.

He didn't pay much heed to Basa, but the black-clad one stared intently at Basa, until finally his mouth suddenly twisted into an odd grin.

'Oh, Dabura...'

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Rothax

10:21... 10:20... 10:19...

Despite the dirt and soot on his face, Rothax couldn't help but smirk at his creation, which sat at the very lowest level of the ship.

He stood in a wide room, the size of a small gym with a ceiling a good 30 feet high. Situated around the room at even intervals were seven crystalline spires, four-sided with metallic columns in their centers, which blossomed from the crystalline structures and ended in hemispherical basins the size of volleyballs. At the center of the seven spires was a computer terminal mounted at the front of a spherical silver device covered with blunt protrusions, all covered with multicolored lights.

And the lights had just started blinking.

"It's ready." Rothax said. "Finally. All I need is to pop the Dragonballs in, and-"

He paused; his nose twitched.

The air had suddenly taken on a metallic scent, which was faintly, yet steadily, growing more pungent by the second.

The scent of blood.

9:58... 9:57... 9:56...

"Shimuto." he said, closing his eyes and smiling. "Just finished your praying, I see."

"Yes, sir." the dark voice of the tall alien priest said from behind him, his footsteps echoing off the walls as he entered the large room. "We're nearly ready to land..."

Rothax turned to his second-in-command, then gestured to his machine.

"Take a look." he said, more than a little proud of himself. "Your prayers are close to being answered."

9:42... 9:41... 9:40...

"You've completed it? Without a Dragonball to measure the signature?"

"The Dragonballs each have a separate signature." Rothax explained, his smile vanishing. "Once we have them, then the numbers can be worked out. Trying to assign them all a single number wouldn't work."

"I understand... Rothax, we are ten minutes from Earth."

"Good, good." Rothax muttered, replacing a few of his 'tools' as the machine powered down. "Is the rest of the crew ready?"

"Ready and awaiting your instructions."

"Alright." Rothax turned and walked past Shimuto, who turned and followed his CO in step, turning the lights out as he left the room, a plated door closing behind the duo.

8:24... 8:23... 8:22...

"Tennan has calculated landing coordinates?" Rothax asked, holding out a hand as he walked.

"Based on our estimates on the likelihood of finding a Dragonball." Shimuto replied, handing his CO a sheet of paper. "Strange energy signatures in comparison to likely matches around the planet, all in groups of seven, compared to accesible archive data of the Dragonballs' historical usage around the planet."

Rothax's eyes scanned the paper, which showed a map of the Earth as well as various snippets of information and percentages in several areas.

The highest percentage was in a landmass marked 'Japan.'

6:51... 6:50... 6:49...

"So our destination is 'Jay-pan.'" Rothax said, handing the paper back to Shimuto as they entered the bridge. "Tennan!"

"Yes, sir?" the meek alien tech expert responded from his monitor.

"You've plotted a course for Jay-pan?"

"Yes, sir. We're just under six minutes from breaching the atmosphere over 'Niigata.' There is a 57.28% chance that a Dragonball is located there."

Rothax simply nodded and stepped up to his post, watching the Earth grow larger and more detailed from the cockpit.

5:45... 5:44... 5:43...

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NEXT!

[Bear]

Hammer

As Hammer watched the preliminaries finish, all attention was focused on the main arena. The final 8 combatants were being ushered into the spacious area, and were issued their opponents. Hammer closed his eyes and took another reading on the power emitting from the contestants. As he suspected, these signatures matched the energies he had sensed earlier, including the non-existant one. As the announcer blared into the microphone, Hammer's attention was suddenly drawn away from the arena. Far away from the arena. Whilst sensing the power levels of the fighters in the ring, he picked up a strong energy signal coming from outside the earth's atmosphere. It was still relatively distant and difficult to decipher, Hammer could tell it was rapidly approaching the Earth. He picked up several energy sources, and was pondering to himself.

"These signals are foreign to me...but yet...they seem almost...familiar?" He thought, perplexed at the similarities this energy shared with his own. To him, it felt a bit like...Namekian energy.

"That's not Namekian energy, but it follows similar patterns. Whatever it is, I don't like it." He said to himself again, a stern frown crossing his face.

Hammer's eyes opened again, and he looked around the arena. He wanted to investigate this quietly, but he didn't want to disrupt the competition and cause a panic. While he looked around, he noticed a hooded figure standing near the edge of the ring. He was not a combatant, but he radiated pure Saiyan energy.

"He'll do." Hammer muttered, reaching down under his seat and grabbing a small pebble. With restraint he threw it at the back of the robed Saiyan's head, just hard enough to get his attention. It struck with a slight *DOINK*, and the figure quickly turned his head, locking eyes with Hammer. Hammer just stared for a moment or two, then quietly got up from his seat and walked down the stairs into the corridor, expecting the figure to follow him. Hammer stood with his back leaned against the cement wall, wondering how much time he had before this group of beings reached Earth....

Hope that's ok with you Blade.

[Ultimate Charizard]

Ill be posting soon, things have been a lil hectic with Charity shows and house repairs all attacking at the same time.

[Crazy Elf Boy]

I will be posting in the next two days or so its just with getting all my stuff packed for uni is a bit hectic right now to right a long winded post.