FWOAR: Chap 10Chapter 10: And the winners are…FWOAR: Chap 10 by bob-dude
The Warrior Prince
"I'm about to show you why they call me Killa!" The brown skinned boxer quickly (by the standards of someone still within the range of human limitations) sliced through the air with a series of jabs to add weight to his threat. Vegeta was, of course, unimpressed.
The instant the Announcer give gave the go-ahead for the match Vegeta delivered such a lightning quick punch that made Killa do a very good impression of the previous Punching Machine that Vegeta had totaled, only losing points for the simple fact that he was still in one unconscious piece after the fact unlike the poor machine had been. Vegeta was, as it goes without saying, then declared the winner.
Inwardly, number 18 sighed as she watched Mighty Mask mug himself out to the spectators in a method that would have made the World Champ himself proud.
"Fighters, you may beg-"
"... And Miss 18 is the winner, let's give this mysterious lady with a number
FWOAR: Chap 9Chapter 9: Of Warning and BattlesFWOAR: Chap 9 by bob-dude
Piccolo opened his eyes slowly as the announcer yelled out for the fight to start. Seeing no reason to draw out this 15's suffering, Piccolo shot forth at his opponent, and attempted to deliver a powerful kick to the fighter's side that would knock the man out cold.
However, with sudden and surprising quickness, 15 blocked the kick with a muscular arm. The sheer stunned look on Piccolo's face said everything.
How… How did he block that attack? Piccolo thought. His power level didn't change in the slightest, and he's not suppressing anything… He COULDN'T be an android, could he?
Deciding to follow up his kick, Piccolo attempted to deliver a quick jab to 15's face, only for the very tall and muscular man to bend his spine backwards, allowing Piccolo's fist to taste only air.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it seems not only is our mysterious fighter 15 a mountain of muscle, but he also seems to be quite flexible as well!"
With a smirk on his face, 1
FWOAR: Chap 8Chapter 8: Yamcha vs TienFWOAR: Chap 8 by bob-dude
Yamcha was grinning as both he and Tien entered the ring. There it was, that familiar rush of adrenalin he hadn't felt in so many years. Kami how he had missed entering these things, even if his track record for getting past the first round of the finals was 0 to 3.
There was still a feeling, a powerful one at that, that feeling that nothing else in his life had ever given him, not roaming around Diablo Desert as a bandit, not playing baseball for the Titans, maybe training for the tournaments.
But that was a big maybe.
Now to be fair, the Titans had done well by him, and Yamcha by them, but that didn't change the fact that he was a fighter, not a batter or a baseman or a pitcher, at heart. In fact, with the sun shinning down on him like it was and the dull roar of the the crowd in the stands, Yamcha felt somewhat nostalgic for some of his past fights. As he waited for the match to start, Yamcha allowed his mind to wander to fights past, starting with the day
FWOAR: Chap 7Chapter 7: Father vs SonFWOAR: Chap 7 by bob-dude
Later, when all the numbers had been drawn and all of the members of Earth's Special Forces that would be competing in the tournament were standing in a group, Goku looked to his son, his typical cheerful smile spread across his face.
"Looks like you and I will be fighting in the first round, eh 'Saiyaman'?" Goku said as he gave his son a playful light jab in the chest with his elbow.
Gohan nodded as he rubbed his elbow with a slight wince. "Looks like it dad, you must have become something else what with all the training you've done in the afterlife."
"Sure have," Goku said with a nod. "Though you must have REALLY become something these last few years yourself right Gohan?"
"HehHeh." Gohan rubbed the back of his head as he gave his father an awkward smile. "About that, dad I-"
"Please Kakarot, what your son is trying to say is that he's allowed himself to become soft and weak these past few years. Of course, I could easily be mistaken. After all, that school o