The Bond

Katima watched as her brother and husband began to devour the buffet that was on their table. They were in the special VIP section that was for competitors only, and they had unlimited food, however Katima was certain that they were going to see how "unlimited" that supply was when two full grown male Saiyans put it to the test. Katima was eating her fair share too, but she was done after the second plate while the boys just kept on plowing through the food.

Rilan set down his third empty plate, and sighed, "That was delicious!" he said, leaning back, then watching the two Saiyans, "But I'm stuffed, I don't know how you guys keep on eating!"

18 had her head propped up on her hand, elbow on the table. She hadn't eaten at all, Piccolo in a chair behind her. He watched the gorging and spoke, "I… don't think I'll ever get used to this."

"Geez, Goku, you sure eat a lot for a dead guy!" said Krillin, having only just finished his first plate.

"That's what King Kai says all the time!" said Goku, his mouth full, "But what can I say? I just love to eat!"

Videl and Gohan arrived, and Katima smiled at them.

"How did it go?" she asked.

"Oh it was great!" Gohan forced on a smile, "Makoto beat Mr. Satan in one punch!"

Vegeta scoffed, his mouth full, "No surprise there."

"But everyone's saying he let Makoto win," Gohan pressed before Videl could say anything.

"Oh, did you hear that guys?" Krillin smirked, "What a hero!"

18 rolled her eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Videl demanded.

Gohan covered Krillin's mouth by putting him in a headlock, "Oh Krillin, you're such a good fan of Mr. Satan's AREN'T you?"

"Y-yes that's right!" Krillin mumbled past Gohan's hand.

Gohan let him go and smiled at Videl, laughing, "See! All big fans here!"

Videl looked at him with a furrowed brow.

Gohan sat down and began to stuff his face with his father and Vegeta. Videl watched, remaining standing as the three of them plowed through plate after plate.

"Sheesh, you Saiyans are bottomless pits!" said Krillin, staring at them in awe.

"What's a Saiyan?" Videl asked.

"CAN IT KRILLIN!" Gohan yelled at him.

"Whoa! I'm sorry," Krillin covered his mouth, "I'm just gonna stop talking."

Finally, it seemed that the three of them were full and they got up to head back toward the stage. Katima laced her arm with Vegeta's as he had his crossed.

"Phew, I am stuffed!" laughed Goku, "If I have to fight one of you first, PLEASE don't punch me in the stomach!"

"Speaking of, we should go check the drawings," said 18, "See who's fighting who."

"That's a good idea, and then the fights will start soon after," Rilan grinned, "I'm excited. I hope we don't damage the stage too badly."

"Well, I know one thing for certain," Vegeta smirked, "If I'm fighting Kakarot, the first thing I'm going to do is punch him in the gut."

"Aw man!" Goku whined, "No mercy…"

Katima chuckled, but stopped when she spotted two figures standing on their path. Their group stopped. One was extremely tall, red in skin, with a long mane of white hair. His ears were pointed, and he had little golden orbs hanging on his earrings. The one next to him was tiny, shorter than Vegeta, and had lavender skin with the same pointed ears and earrings, and a wild spiked white Mohawk. They both wore rather exotic clothing, colorful, with short vests and poofy pants and pointed shoes. She also noticed the smaller one was hovering a bit in the air; he could fly.

She felt a decent power level from each of them, stronger than the average human, and she could tell they were hiding some power as well. She furrowed her brow and she felt Vegeta stiffen beside her. The red skinned one remained like a statue, looking at them with a hard face, but the smaller one was smiling lightly.

He slowly hovered over to them, stopping in front of Goku.

"You wouldn't happen to be Goku, would you?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah?" Goku blinked at him.

"Ah I see, then it is a pleasure to meet you," he landed, smiling up at Goku.

"How do you know my name?" asked Goku.

"Ah, I suppose you would say your reputation precedes you," said the small man, "I have heard quite a bit, I may be what you would call your biggest fan. I hope I get the chance to fight you in the tournament today."

He suddenly set his eyes on Katima and she felt Vegeta unfold his arms and grab her arm possessively.

"And you must be Katima, the resemblance is quite remarkable. And that must be Vegeta," he smiled at the prince, who narrowed his eyes, "I look forward to putting my skills against all of you."

"Why do you look forward to fighting us?" Goku asked.

"I could not think of a better way to put my skills to the test," he smiled a bit again, "I wish you all luck."

With that, he walked away, the large red skinned man following him.

"Gohan, I got some weird vibes off those guys!" said Videl, grabbing his arm, "How did they know you father and aunt and uncle?"

"I don't know," Katima answered for her, "But I don't like the feeling I got either…" she glanced at Vegeta who refolded his arms.

"Those two are not to be trusted," said Piccolo, walking forward.

"Why not?" asked Goku.

"I sense that they are very powerful, but it's different. I can't explain it," said Piccolo.

"In any case, we better just go to the drawing," said Rilan, "I'm guessing we won't find out about those two until we meet them in the ring," he smirked, "They didn't look all that tough to me."

"Rilan, wasn't it over confidence that cost your son the tournament?" Vegeta asked, smirking darkly at him.

Rilan's face fell, furrowing his brow, "Very funny."

They followed after where the two men went, heading toward the courtyard. But Katima still had an eerie feeling about those two. There was no way that they were human…

*scene change*

"So your last name is Fallon, Makoto Fallon, I like it a good name for a rising star!"

Makoto looked at all the strange devices that were being thrust in his face. He wondered why these humans would keep talking in them and then hold them out to him. There were about four of them, all with pens and paper, asking away questions that didn't really make sense.

"What's your favorite color, Makoto?" asked a woman.

"What does that matter?" Makoto replied blandly.

"Do you and your cousin fight like that normally, Makoto?"

"How did you learn to fly?"

"Did your hair really turn gold?"

"How did you enjoy going toe to toe with the champion?"

"Why don't you ask him yourself?" Trunks asked, beaming as he came to Makoto's side and pointing behind the reporters, "He's coming out now!"

As soon as they turned, Trunks grabbed Makoto and Goten and jumped out the nearby window. As they ran, Makoto heard the reporters cry after them, something about an interview. They hopped a wall and sat down on the other side, resting their backs against it.

"Thanks, Trunks," said Makoto, wiping his brow.

"Reporters," he said, folding his arms, "They're just rude people."

Goten laughed, "They sure were asking a lot of silly questions! I think I'm glad I didn't win now!"

"You know what would be great?" Trunks beamed, "Winning the adult's tournament."

"But they won't let us in that one," said Makoto, frowning.

"Well I have an idea," Trunks grinned, "Come on!"

They hopped the walls, following Trunks over toward the area that their fathers had gone. He finally paused, looking down in a courtyard. Makoto and Goten joined him atop the wall. Looking down they saw a single man in a strange outfit, a long white gown and a big pointed mask with a long cape.

"Look, guys," said Trunks, grinning, "He sure has an interesting costume! No one would recognize us in that! And they only let those who qualified through here."

"What are you saying, Trunks?" Goten asked.

"I say we knock that dumby out and take his costume and enter the championship!" said Trunks excitedly.

"I dunno Trunks, we could get in big trouble!" said Goten.

"What are you, chicken?" Trunks goaded.

"I say we do it," said Makoto, "I bet we get way far in the tournament too!"

"I'll take care of knocking him out, watch this!" Trunks hopped down and ran to the man.

"Excuse me sir!" he said.

The man turned, "You're not supposed to be back here kid!" he said.

"Well, it's just I heard this man saying he'd bet a million zeni that he could beat you in an arm wrestle!" said Trunks.

"What? Who is this guy?" the man demanded.

"I dunno, but he sure looked puny and weak!" said Trunks.

"That sounds like easy money to me!" said the man.

"Come on, this way!" said Trunks, beckoning him.

They ran off toward the passage out. There was an "UNF!" noise, and then Trunks appeared in the doorway, waving for them.

They both flew over and went into the passageway. They looked at the unconscious man and Goten frowned.

"It looks like there's only enough room for two of us, Trunks!" he said.

"Well, then, I think since Makoto already won the junior division, he gets to sit this one out," Trunks smirked.

"What?" Makoto wailed, "No fair!"

"You shouldn't have cheated then!" said Trunks, pulling the man's mask off, "It's what you get."

Makoto sighed and folded his arms, pouting. "Fine."

*scene change*

The drawing was now to take place. Katima grinned as she waited, keeping an arm laced with Vegeta's. It was interesting that most of the 16 fighters were one of them, what with herself, Vegeta, Goku, Gohan, Rilan, Krillin, 18, Piccolo, and even Videl could be considered part of the group. It was going to be a fun tournament! She looked around at the other competitors. There was a massive man, he looked like a sumu wrestler with a genie theme. She spotted the two odd men, the one with red skin and the smaller one. And then, there were two bald men in black jumpers. They were thickly muscled and their veins stuck out along their skin. Tattooed on their heads were matching elaborate letter M's. Katima got an odd vibe off of them, one she wasn't comfortable with. Last, there was a scrawny man with a big pointed mask and white gown. He moved awkwardly, as if he had an injury.

"Alright, first to draw is Krillin!" the announcer said.

"Woop, that's me!" Krillin went forward. He reached his hand in the box and pulled out a ball with the number one on it.

"First draw first match, what are the odds!" the announcer smiled.

Krillin came back, looking disgruntled, "Man, first match! What if I get one of you guys?"

"Then you'll get creamed," said Vegeta bluntly.

Katima elbowed him.

"Next up is Katima!"

Katima grinned, kissing Vegeta on the cheek and unlacing her arm from him. She walked to the box and thrust in a hand. She grabbed a ball and pulled it out, looking at it.

"I'm number 5," she said, holding it out to the announcer.

"Third match!" the announcer grinned, "Next is Kabito!"

As Katima went back to her husband, the man with red skin went by her. She was fathomed by how very serious he looked. As she tossed an arm over Vegeta's shoulder, she saw the number he drew.

Number 9.

"Next is Spovavich," said the announcer. When no one stepped forward, he repeated, "Scrogavich? Is Scrogavich here?"

"Er, yes, I'm Spova..miph," the awkward man with the mask hobbled forward.

"Er, excuse me sir, but aren't you the one they call Mighty Mask?" asked the announcer.

It seemed that the man blanched. He paused, looking embarrassed. The larger of the two bald men stepped forward, glaring, "I'm Spovavich," he snarled.

Mighty Mask scrambled back, "My apologies, I uh- must have heard you wrong!" his voice sounded very odd, as if forced. Katima almost felt something familiar about his power level.

The Spovavich man stepped up and pulled out a number 8. This placed him in the fourth round.

"Next is Goku!"

Goku grinned and walked forward. He pulled out the number 11 ball.

"Rilan? You're next!"

Rilan fist bumped Goku as they passed each other. Rilan dug into the box and pulled out the number 15.

"Very good, and next is… Videl!" the announcer called.

Rilan grinned and returned to them. Videl stepped forward, grinning, and as she dug into the box, she asked the announcer, "Where's my dad?"

"Mr. Satan is lying down," said the announcer, which made Katima chuckle- probably from Makoto's punch!- "He said to draw for him."

"Wait, did I hear that right?" asked Goku, looking shocked, "Mr. Satan is her father?"

"Sh, dad!" Gohan said, "Yes, Hercule is her father."

"I don't see the resemblance," said Krillin, "She's a looker, and her dad looks like a gorilla!"

"Krillin- SH!" Gohan bopped him on the head.

"Videl is number 7!"

Katima looked up and frowned. This placed Videl with Spovavich. But she had seen Videl fight and though that guy looked big, she wasn't too worried. Videl knew how to fly and shoot blasts. It shouldn't be too bad.

"Next is Shin."

The short lavender skinned man with the Mohawk came forward, smiling lightly. He dug in the box and produced a ball.

"I'm number 3," he said.

"Shin is number 3! Very good, next is Pintar!"

The large man stepped forward, smiling broadly. He drew number 2, which made Krillin sigh in relief.

"Next is Majunior!"

Katima blinked at Piccolo stepped up.

"Majunior?" she asked.

"An undercover name," said Piccolo, "To protect my identity. I entered here before, remember? That was when I was less than hospitable."

He drew the number 4. This placed him with Shin. As he came back, he looked thoughtful.

"I guess we will see their secret early on," he murmured.

"Next is Mighty Mask!"

The masked man came hobbling over again. He drew the number 16. He didn't seem too pleased about this, and kept sending glances toward Rilan, who would be his opponent. Rilan smirked, "That man doesn't seem like much, I can see why he's worried."

"Vegeta? You're up!"

Vegeta ducked out from beneath Katima's arm and went to the box. He rummaged and pulled out a number. When he looked at it, he smirked and showed it out toward them rather than the officials. It was the number 12. Katima felt her stomach drop. That placed him with Goku!

"Whoa, no way, Vegeta and Goku right off the bat!" said Krillin, looking rather frazzled.

"That's going to be an interesting battle," said Piccolo.

"Figures," Goku laughed.

Vegeta was smirking as he handed the ball to the officials. She could tell how excited he was. But still, for them to have their first fights with one another- they were going to tear apart the stage before they could continue the tournament.

Vegeta came back, wrapping an arm around Katima's waist, "Fighting Kakarot- at long last," he chuckled darkly.

"And now, number 18!"

18 stepped forward, reaching into the box.

"Is your name, really number 18?" asked the announcer.

"My father was rather dull," said 18 flatly. She pulled out a ball, "And now I'm number 13."

She retreated and the announcer continued, "Next is The Great Saiyaman!"

Gohan grinned and went, pulling out his number, number 10. Katima felt a bit worried. This placed him with Kabito, the red skinned man.

Gohan returned to them, "Well, it'll be interesting fighting with that big guy!" he said.

"Remember, son, a true warrior also fights with his mind, size doesn't matter," said Goku.

"Yamu, you're next!" said the announcer called.

The second bald man stepped forward. Though being smaller than the other, he was still rather large. He drew the number 6.

That made him Katima's opponent. She grinned.

"That leaves the last draw to Mister Satan, and as he is not here, I will draw for him!" the announcer pulled the last ball from the box, "Number 14, no surprise there!"

"18, you get to fight Hercule!" said Krillin excitedly.

"Forgive me if I don't jump in joy," said 18.

"I wouldn't take it too lightly!" said Videl, "My father's a dangerous man!"

18 ignored her.

"Alright! We have a full board of fighters! In the first round is Krillin versus Pintar! Second round is Shin versus Majunior! Third round is Katima versus Yamu! Fourth round is Videl versus Scrovavich! Fifth round is Kabito versus the Great Saiyaman! Sixth round is Goku versus Vegeta! Seventh round is number 18 versus Hercule Satan! Eighth round is Rilan versus Mighty Mask! Now remember everyone, The rules are simple. You lose if: you lose consciousness, you fall out of the ring, you stay down for ten counts, and finally, if you, unfortunately, kill your opponent. The fights will begin immediately, if everyone is ready to go, follow me!"