The 'champ' and the presenter turned at Cell's words, the cameraman turned to film as Cell turned right around, looking towards us. Cell spoke loudly.
"Who will be the first to challenge me? Whoever it is fine with me." he said, confidently gazing at our group though I saw as Hercule stepped forward with confidence, a swagger that screamed 'me'.
"Of course, that will be me. It's only natural that I'd be the one to fight you, Cell. You, who is a no-name newcomer in this sport, you stand no chance friend." Hercule spoke, firing himself up and removing his cape. Goku grimaced from where he stood nearby which I caught with my eyes and Krillin spoke up quietly to him, frustrated.
"There's no use trying to stop him Goku, he just won't understand, even if you explain it to him. The guy is a fool with more balls than brains." Goku sighed, replying.
"I can't let him fight, he most likely would be killed. Listen Mr. Satan, you're going to die if you fight him! Trust me on this, step down from the ring and go home." I watched as Hercule almost fell forward by them words, turning to Goku incensed. The 'Champ' and his crony the reporter-guy both smirked at one another, shrugging from Goku's words while the reporter spoke to his cameraman.
"Hey Lionel, get a shot of the spiky-headed dimwit over there." heh… these Muppets… The cameraman nodded, aiming the camera at Goku while the reporter got in the shot and spoke loudly.
"Just moments ago, this long-haired guy had the audacity to tell the peoples 'Hero', Hercule Satan to back down from the tournament! Imagine telling the martial arts champion of the world he was going to get himself beaten by this newcomer Cell. Having followed Mr. Satan's amazing career over the years, watching him from one bout to the next coming out on top… I only have one question to ask this idiot! Hey! Who do you think you are!! These guys have no idea of their luck, such as to gaze upon our champion from close-up and even better, to watch him beat Cell at his own tournament! This will be the fight for the century folks, and these young dimwits have the nerve to call the champ, Hercule Satan out and insult him like that!" The guy, mouthy and all worked up for the camera had yelled with enthusiasm, I noted the rest of the Z-fighters bar myself were quite insulted by his words, but Krillin spoke, amused.
"Ah… if that big doofus wants to fight him, let him. We can just wish him back with the dragon balls." Goku replied, worried for Hercule and his camera crew's safety. I watched on calmly while on the inside, I couldn't help but enjoy the proceedings… They brought back memories…
The reporter begun to speak more quieter into the camera, I couldn't quiet hear from here though I continued to watch and wait… I remember we would be joined by some other… entertainment…
"They finally understand, huh? Heh, sit back folks, watch the champ in action! Ohhh yeah!" he yelled out towards us, half-facing the camera, returning to removing his cape.
(Dende-POV)
Dende felt pretty worried for those earthlings right in Cell's face, they would be easily killed or maimed… Dende sighed, watching intently on the proceedings, and hoped to well, himself that his friends would prove themselves victorious against that tyrannical monster… Cell.
(Bulma-POV)
She went to Master Roshi's with her son and picked up Roshi, Oolong, Launch who came there with Tien and Yang prior to their arrival to the lookout, and Puar who arrived with Yamcha. Taking one of her new transports, they went to Winter's villa and landed nearby to the place, intent to watch the games from there. Why they filmed the games, luckily for them however unluckily for those filming them as that monster had no qualms with killing.
"Hello Pyrrha! Kali, Willow. We've arrived." she seen the playpen with Ursula and Wylla were inside playing while little Jaina was on the couch with her grandmother drinking from a juice cup with lid. The ladies bar Pyrrha who stayed on the couch as she was pregnant, moved to make some room for the newcomers, Roshi taking Kron's chair for himself as it was quite comfortable. Salem, she was in the kitchen humming a tune and seemed to be in her own thoughts, ignoring Bulma while Kali spoke as she made room for Bulma to sit.
"Those clowns… they just finished insulting Goku and the rest, it was quite hilarious to watch truthfully…" the elegant mother of her sister-wife giggled softly. Willow and the young man, in a business suite… Weiss and Winter's brother uh, Whitley chuckled softly as he placed stacks of folders on his right armrest. He nodded towards her to which Bulma returned, Winter got him a job in their family company, 'Schnee Industries Corporation' and he was pretty intelligent for a young man, already a member of the board, though that could be due to nepotism. Bulma and he got on well enough though last she heard; Winter was grooming him for leadership of the company.
"Oh look, someone else is arriving… A woman…" Willow spoke surprised, the reporter on the television and the camera swerved to the side and they got a look at a pink and really… obsolete model of transport flying overhead of the ring.
(Kron-POV)
"Ah look, more Muppets… this fight seems to be getting better and better…" I said aloud, my group continued to stare, Goku appalled more people had come in range of Cell's tournament, while Raven and Vegeta growled at the same time, looking at one another and to my surprise, smirked at one another before Vegeta turned his gaze and narrowed in on the newcomers, the woman's voice grinding on my ears. Hercule had recovered from his easily overwhelming defeat by Cell, and stood with proud strength, smiling into the camera before taking a look at the the transport overhead.
"-Could it be-"
"-That's right! The 'fabulous Duo' is here! One's got strength! One's got Grace! And every bodies got the love-" Krillin yelled out, surprised from the idiots in the air.
"-Love… for what?, what is this?" Soon after his words, the pink… monstrosity revealed two figures as the sliding door to the side of the V.T.O.L opened. The two men, Muppets, jumped down just as the transport hovered in the middle of the ring. Finally, the blonde lady who was speaking in the transport before came out herself with a wave. The reporter shouted, half-facing the camera.
"Look! New challengers have come forward to take on Cell! A mysterious group, I wonder who these people are!" they came forward as the transport took off. The two begun posing in front of Hercule as a pretty, announcer strolled towards Hercule and the rest of the-
"-Must be national weirdo-day or something, they just keep coming!" Krillin said amused, bring me out of my thoughts while they 'show' continued, blissfully unaware of Cell's strength that if he'd want, could wipe them out to the smallest cell if he so chooses. By the look in his eyes, that might yet come to pass though I doubt it. The rotund-heavy guy in the body suit and wearing that gas mask spoke in broken… now that I'd think about it, we weren't speaking English… never mind, whatever broken language the clown begun yelling in, he said with enthusiasm.
"We are the students of the great Mr. Satan, his finest pupils!" they posed like they practiced that together before and the blonde one with the rose begun mumbling to himself while I sighed… loudly. Whatever mumbling the blonde one done was inaudible, so I decided to get a little groping actions with my ladies, seeing as everyone was still watching the entertainment with interest.
Weiss gave me a stern glare though, from her cheeks flushing like they were and that she didn't pull away, meant she was enjoying my idle fingers around her waist and near her breasts which I done so without notice. Blake on the other hand was acting like I wasn't groping her, though most likely from holding herself back as I noted, the way she would move… sensually on the spot, gave me tells of her enjoyment, even while she seemed unfazed on the surface. Her face however, unfazed, continued to glower towards the circus in front of us. Winter stood in front of me and seemed not to notice that I was sexually harassing her sister and Blake though I stopped when the blonde guy begun swinging around, rose in mouth before he posed flamboyantly as he introduced himself.
"Gaze upon me, the world's most gorgeous man, Caroni, the swift!" he said while the heavy-set guy begun a more rigid posing posture, yelling out in a growl.
"And I am the world's most staggeringly strong man, Pirozhki the mighty! Look at me and despair!" I heard murmuring within my group and scoffs from both Raven and Winter, while the guy with the microphone started chatting once more.
"Ah I see, these men must be the often talked about Satan apprentices, hardworking and the best fighters within Mr. Satan's roster of fighters personally trained by him-" then the lady, dressed provocatively though not near enough as pretty as any of my wives stepped forward, speaking into her own microphone with cheer.
"-Yes! that's right my friend, allow me to explain. These two men are senior disciples of Mr. Satan's most world-renowned Dojo. They are the next generation of martial artists patron-ed by Hercule himself, both in time and training!" the announcer with the mustache replied loudly.
"That is incredible! And if I may be so bold as to ask…, who are you?" he asked flirtatiously while the lady replied happily, microphone of her own held up and ready.
"I am their spectacular manager, Miss Pizza!" she followed that up by kissing into the camera flamboyantly. Seeing things not getting anywhere, I paused when the blonde one called out, looking at Hercule.
"Sensei, let us take care of him. There's no need for you to get your own hands dirty against such a rank amateur fighter." the other, heavy rotund man added even louder, with a boastful thumping on his own chest.
"W-We can easily crush him!" Well, as fun as watching this amusing dialogue is, I decided to end it. Raising a hand from its previous job in getting Blake, who was occasionally squirming from my motions into the air, I launched a condensed beam of purple Ki towards the backdrop of these clowns, the little dot of Ki flung right past them with surprising amount of force, not hurting them but pushing them from the arena.
The explosion that ripped apart the hill further off away from the arena sent a fierce gale of wind which they resisted being blown clear over the arena by using the marble stones to hold them in place. The cameraman proved to be especially resistant and also careful with his piece of equipment. They watched captivated while the Z-fighters watched neutrally, Vegeta seemed more impressed by the display while the watched as the explosion receded. I spoke to Weiss and Blake.
"Hang on their loves, I need to speak to these clowns about the real roster of this tournament." Blake nodded, stopping her squirming as everyone among our group proceeded to eye me with a healthy amount of curiosity and Weiss seeing this, immediately stepped forward out of range of my still groping hand which. made Winter chuckle, seeing what I was doing before. I floated upwards and then flickered, afterimaging into Hercules and his misfit's position, appearing like magic to these guys and I suppose to the viewers both at home and wherever else they watched this.
"You guys are not going to be fighting Cell, you see… none of you have what it takes to fight against this monster. Not in a long-shot-"
"-Who is he, who are you darling? To have bold words to I! Caroni! Hiyaaaah!!" the man, elegantly hopped up into the ring, almost dancing forward as he charged at me with a condescending smirk plastered on his face. He jumped upwards and then the woman begun speaking in surprise, her voice carried loudly from the microphone in her hand.
"Oh! Look here, the foolish but handsome man is in deep trouble now! Caroni's signature attack is known by hardcore fans but for the viewers at home, the technique of which Caroni has decided to start and if I'm right, finish this upstart's attempt at goading Mr. Satan's apprentices is known as the 'Aerial Death Strike'. This is a harsh leap into the air, done so with elegance and beauty but I assure you, when the technique connects, the receiver will definitely be knocked out!" I hummed in arrogance; I haven't felt like this since I landed on Remnant and dealt with the White Fang when first meeting them in the middle of nowhere. The guy, Caroni came down fast, speeds controlled as he maneuvered his right leg downwards, intent on landing his attack with deadly accuracy. The muppet screamed with a smirk of his own, yelling the name? Of his technique or something boastful.
"'Beautiful… Rose… Flying- Attack!'!!" and he landed his attack onto my shoulder, my arms folded as I looked at him. He glanced down and then upwards while his left leg still on my shoulder, kept him off balance as I didn't move. I then flared my Ki, similar to what Cell would have done, the purple-colored Ki flashed briefly while the blonde fool was blasted out of the ring… Luckily for him, he would keep his teeth, he wasn't wounded… I yelled out.
"He's out! Now, as you can see, you're in no shape to-" I glared, however the announcer chick seemed to have not noticed while she began speaking highly of her second fighter, Caroni getting to his feet and casually patting himself down.
"-Caroni must have made a mistake when he used such a deadly technique, he is out of the fight! But looking at Pirozhki the mighty! He seems to want to say something!" the lady, somewhat unfazed by the easily dealt with Caroni and his ring-out, spoke into the camera while trying to hype up the viewers. The rotund man got into the ring then, I gave Cell a curious look, but he only looked at me unfazed before turning to look at Goku who, returned the look…
"Hey! I fight now, you are no Cell, but you are annoying! I will fight you! Crush you little man!" he removed his mask, his smirk as he with brute strength, slowly crushed his own mask in some form to try and intimidate me. The mustached announcer yelled out, astonished by the amount of 'strength' the man showed off by turning his mask into litter.
"F-Fantastic! What overwhelming strength! This is the power of Pirozhki the mighty! See here folks, this interloper surely will have met his match! Lucky in his first bout, I have no doubt that this mysterious haired guy in the spandex will be knocked out of the ring! Watch out Cell!" the solid-looking baldy threw his crushed helmet up into the air and disgustingly, he ate his own possibly sweaty helmet. Chewing slowly… grossing me out, and from what I could hear, Weiss out as well as she gagged loudly. He moved onto the ring, heading closer towards where I stood, watching him with a little bit of amusement.
I noted that, the blonde Caroni had spotted Weiss and then, I got annoyed as he started grinning, probably ogling all the ladies on our side, he began walking over while flaunting like a peacock. Funnily enough, looking over to where Caroni was, I turned back around to watch Pirozhki as he slowly made his way over, I seen that somehow, Hercule had enough time to pull out both a stall and a cigar, he sat there watching with a smirk. Got it all from a Capsule, most likely. Hercule spoke, gathering the attention of both announcers and the cameraman who swerved round to film him.
"Knowing Pirozhki, he won't make the same kind of blunder as Caroni did. Whoever this fighter is, he seems quite strong to somehow manipulate Caroni's technique like that."
Pirozhki stopped and gauged the distance from me, he then begun to swing his arms at a rapid pace, glaring at me as he aimed himself up. Growling out, he then came forward and charged towards me. The Pizza lady added commentary, speaking loudly.
"Wow! Pirozhki is using his 'Megaton Bull Crusher', no one has ever gotten back into the fight when this harsh technique is used against them!" mustache-man added loudly, impressed while hyping up for the viewers.
"Wow! You've heard it right here folks! This weird-hair guy should have not gotten himself involved in this tournament!"
Clicking my tongue in annoyance from the comments about my hair, I flickered towards Pirozhki and with a controlled amount of strength, aiming not to hurt the fool I casually kicked him in the stomach and sent him rolling towards the edge of the ring. He rolled unimpeded, his weight making him move uncontrollable and I got another 'win' by ring-out.
The man was then joined by Caroni, he was sent flying by Weiss as I turned to look, she was having enough his attempts of flirting and this time… the blonde seemed to have lost some teeth this time for his attempt.
I chuckled loudly, flickering off the ring and nodded at Vegeta. He didn't reply while he stepped into the ring, seemingly ignoring my words to my amusement. Hercule could be seen casually explaining something to the camera and the two announcers which I bothered not to hear while I got into position near Blake and Weiss once more, pulling in Weiss a bit more forcefully as she seemed quite incensed with the fool, she knocked teeth out of. Weiss didn't fight me through and breathed loudly, calming down while I rubbed her right arm, she leaned against me while Cell turned to eye up Vegeta, intrigued by who was going first. Goku called out, speaking to Cell and getting his attention.
"Vegeta will be up first Cell; he has a lot to prove." Cell turned, arms folded still but unlike Hercule and his lot, he acknowledged as Vegeta stepped up into the ring and replied to Goku's words. nonsense, annoyed.
"An interesting line-out… Well, Vegeta. Come and show your strength." Cell smirked, Krillin spoke quietly, annoyed he continued listening on Hercules rambling about uh, 'trick' this or 'trick' that.
"How thick are these guys? Kron showed them mercy, if they went up against Cell well… they would have been killed." Yamcha added with a smirk.
"Yeah, though these guys are a lot worse than some of the guys within my baseball tourneys, now some of them can really talk the reporters ears off." Tien added neutrally.
"Yeah, I bet… they go on… and on. A lot like you do actually Yamcha, I remembered seeing you a few times when I watched you play while eating dinner." Yamcha grinned while Yang added.
"Well, Vegeta is going in now, are you going to cheer for him… mother?" she asked with amusement laced in her tone and was answered by a grumble from Raven, no words. Though as Vegeta stepped into the ring, Hercule done so at the same time and the mustache guy yelled out, half-facing the camera as he hyped the viewers watching through the screen.
"This is it, Folks! Mr. Satan gathers his fury and now he has had enough! He enters the ring once more. The champ shows just how serious he is willing to go by first removing his cape! He is now holding up his champion belt! Look at that folks! And so, our hero, Mr. Satan… has taken the stage by storm! The real battle is about to begin! In but a moment, the entire world's future will be decided in this contest of strength as out champion fights against this tyrannical monster!" I listen, almost sigh in annoyance as they once again try and strong-arm themselves into the bout, which as the man put it, has the fate of the world attached to it all tied up in a neat bow.
Hercule pulled out a capsule and then announcer begun yapping once more.
"Oh? Mr. Satan has pulled something out- no, a Capsule!" Hercule threw it and smoke obscured briefly the marble floor next to him when it dissipated. A bag appeared.
"Oh, it's a bag! An enormous bag has come out of the capsule! What will those clever folks at Capsule Corp think of next!" Hercule removed some roof tiles and begun stacking them in front of the camera. Winter spoke annoyed.
"Gosh, this man… And look at Vegeta, he seems to be holding himself back." I viewed Vegeta while he growled over towards Hercule while Cell seemed annoyed too but even now, still hadn't acted on said annoyance. Focused on his accomplishment, in stacking fifteen tiles on one another, Hercule begun to laugh as he prepared himself, going into a trance-like state… eyes closed while both Vegeta and Cell's patience were slowly being pushed even further to the limit.
Finally, after a minute of him standing there, Hercule went ahead and whacked down onto the tiles in one open-palmed strike, breaking nearly all tiles but one-
"-Oh my! Only one remains! But fourteen out of fifteen is indeed great! What incredible strength! What magnificent display of power!" I laughed, bring Blake's and Weiss eyes to me and I spoke quietly.
"Look, he's rubbing his sore hand." they turned though Blake smirked towards me before looking.