As the tournament progressed, so did you and your brothers. It didn't take much effort since you were about 2.5x stronger than the average elite. You disposed of Fin well, Sage defeated Razor with ease, and Neros finished off Otik in a timely matter.
To not risk the cover of your true strength you quickly went dashing towards your opponent, and for a millisecond, you would go super saiyan to add enough force in your punches.
You didn't want to go for a regular punch as you feared that at one point, there was going to be one person who holds on and allows you to show your true potential. But as time went on with the one-punch wins, more people began to question.
"They paid those elites", "They're using magic or something", "How? they're just middle?", "How are they so quick and effective?", or even, "The King had them hold back for the battle against Prince Victor".
The crowd wasn't the only one questioning the run time of the matches, but also the royal family.
King Vegeta: How are they one-shotting elites? This is insane.
Queen Victoria: This might be something. Maybe, the other contests weren't flukes.
Prince Thomas: Stolen power.
Prince Victor: Hidden Power?
(*Flashbacks*)
Y/n: You can brag all you want, but you're not as strong as you think.
(*Flashback Ends*)
Prince Victor stands up.
Prince Victor: Maybe?
King Vegeta: Maybe what?
Prince Victor sits back down.
Prince Victor: Nothing, just having crazy ideas.
Princess Melissa: About what.
Prince Thomas: You thinking... that he might actually rival, you!
King Vegeta: Impossible. Victor was the saiyan with the highest ever potential. He was born to rule the universe; born to get rid of our enemies.
Queen Victoria: The cold race. (Frieza race,)
**I'll be calling it the cold race. If the idea doesn't sound to good comment and I'll change it. Just didn't make sense since Frieza isn't going to be in the story and all the characters of that race are puns of cold things.**
King Vegeta: Yes. Those ugly looking horn bugs.
Queen Victoria: Back to the previous subject.
Prince Victor: Reckon I want to change the rules.
King Vegeta: What do you want to do?
Prince Victor: Have all elites go super saiyan beforehand... but... I wanna see if it's just his rapid speed or if-
King Vegeta: He has power.
Prince Victor: Yes.
Queen Victoria: Let's see how the third match goes for them. In the meantime, we have more matchups to go.
Back at the tournament.
Many matches passed, so did time, and as that happened your boredom increased.
Skip: Aren't you afraid.
Y/n: Of what? Everyone's suspicion of our matches. No, I already know the price is probably saying something like, "it's just a fluke"
Taz: What about the king.
Y/n: "Don't worry my son you'll destroy him 100%. Oh hey, look at my disgusting beard, and mustache which everyone wants me to shave already."
Neros: Perfect acting.
Y/n: No doubt.
Sage: Who's next.
Y/n: Don't know, don't care.
Ring Announcer: Contestant Amina vs Contestant Jenkins.
Sage: What about now?
Y/n: Nevermind. I shall resume my place as a hero and help her get to the third round.
You made gestures.
Neros: Actings on point.
Y/n: For sure... you know what? I think I'll spectate with May and Liz.
Sage: Go ahead, we'll get ready to tell you when to go help.
Y/n: Sounds good.
You went over to May's location.
Y/n: How you doing?
May; Huh... oh it's you, what do you want?
Y/n: Just here to spectate with you guys.
May: Hmph, you know... there's been a lot of talk about you and your brother's strange power.
Y/n: I know, doesn't bother me.
May: Big words from Mr. One-Punch.
Y/n: Don't really go for big words, just small simple ones.
Liz: Your joking.
Sarcastically you replied.
Y/n; No seriously, complicated words scare me. They're like gibberish in a way, hard to understand. Prefer easier words when talking.
Liz and May sighed, but they cracked a little grin, or it might have been a smile.
Ring Announcer: Alright folks, next up on the list of many matches to go is
Contestant Amina... and Jenkins. The women is determined to continue, while the man is up here to show Amina her place.
Y/n: This planet is really messed up.
Liz: What?
Y/n: This planet is practically racist in a sense towards the low-class, and it's pretty messed up towards women.
May: I wouldn't think a person like you would care. Anyway, this will continue since it is run by the Vegeta's.
Y/n: But that will change today.
May: *sigh* Oh boy.
To the match.
Ring Announcer: 3... 2... 1... GO!
Like any match, they dashed at each other, Amina trying to get the first hit. She missed as Jenkins flew up, and signaled Amina to come up and fight in the air. She flew up to attack but he teleported behind her, going for the knockout. He went for a chop just beneath her head and near the top of the neck. She spits out some blood and slowly fell down while losing power.
Y/n: Bastard! That's usually is meant for a knockout, not a potential killing.
May: How do you know he was going for an execute?
Y/n: The move is supposed instantly knock out your opponent, if blood comes out then that means the user went as hard as he could to hit a specific bone on your neck, basically breaking it in a way. Thus, trying to finish the job.
Liz: Jesus.
Jenkins: A women shouldn't have been in the tournament anyway.
She collapsed on the fair in pain.
Ring Announcer: It seems as though the contestant is done. She isn't getting up... but, she's bleeding a bit from her mouth.
The ring announcer took a few seconds to continue.
Ring Announcer: Medics! I believe we need medics.
Jenkins: What about the match. She isn't completely knocked out, nor is she out.
You came over to the ring and got in front of him.
Y/n: You won, dirty, but still. You won, what more do you want? A medal.
Jenkins: Hey, it's not my fault the woman decided to join in. She knew she had no chance against the high honors like me-nn-
You punched him directly in the kidney. He then collapsed, you were gonna give him a message but instead, you went over to Amina. You put a senzu bean in her mouth and told her to chew.
She then got up and choked some more.
Amina: Aw my throat. I-It hurts.
Y/n: Rest.
You went over to Jenkins who was trying to get up. You slammed him down.
Y/n: Who's down now.
Ring Announcer: Hey, don't attack him, he needs to be well and in shape for his next match.
Y/n's mind: This man won. Him, seriously? He gets to go to Round Three.
Y/n: Fine.
You helped Amina get up as she was still rubbing her neck. You flew to the fighter's room in a little disbelief. You looked forward to a long clean match but all you got was fuck-all. Liz's match didn't go great either as she got caught "cheating" with her gadgets. The day just started to get worse.
A recap of what happened.
Liz was trying to use her shocker to stabilize Nomitz, but he got ahold of her hand and ended up squishing the device. It shocked both of them, and King Vegeta had Liz disqualified, saying she was a "disgrace to saiyans".
After that, she got depressed, but I told her it didn't matter because today was the day the low would strike back against the elite.
That mini-festival didn't last long as later Taz said he didn't want help for round three, he knew he would lose but he wanted to improve his experience. That was a bummer, you had thought it would be ideal for him to beat all odds, but he wanted to go out in the next round with dignity. Knowing he tried his best. You wouldn't argue, it was his decision to make.
But after that, you were satisfied when at least May and Skip managed to beat Rhino and Barnes. They were elites, so they didn't really help to the cause, but... you were a little angry at how Liz and Amina lost in the tournament. The worst ways possible. Well, at least when Taz would go out next round, it would be the proper way.
With all his might he was gonna leave, doing it alone... which, was what everyone was supposed to do in the first place. But, you had to make a statement with Taz, Amina, and Liz. Low-class can surpass elites.
Neros: At least we're still in.
Y/n: Yeah, but having them would have been ideal.
Sage: Well, Taz made his decision, he just can't continue anymore. Next round, go all out, then boom. Journey Done. At least.
Y/n: What?
Sage: We could say they started it.
Neros: And we finished it.
The three of you put your hands in a circle, giving a hint at your close brotherhood.
Anyway, back to May and Skips wins. You were happy and glad that they won. Barnes put an effort, but Rhino.
Y/n: That fat piece of-