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Chapter 7 - 7 - The quarter finals

While the group of close friends took a quiet breather, Vegeta made his way towards his own daughter.

"Bulls, be extremely careful when you go up against your next opponent. She's not your typical fighter," Vegeta's statement drew everybody's attention. "Don't worry dad," she said as she gave her father a hug. Internally she knows that her father's warning is not to be taken lightly.

Bulla don't feel as confident as she felt merely moments before and therefore she can't assure her dad that she'll win without failure, but she sure is going to try. She knows that she's going to do her absolute best.

"Let the quarter finals begin," the announcer declared right on time. "First up in the second round of the 30th Martial Arts tournament is two of this year's four beauties. Give a loud round of applause to Melody and Bulla!" This time around Melody had her long light blonde hair up in a tight bun.

She took her stand looking straight at her opponent. "Her stance is flawless," Trunks said intrigued. "She's beautiful, wouldn't you say?" Goten asked rhetorically, completely lost in the girl's fair appearance. "Really Uncle G, what about your Gf. Shouldn't you be looking so fondly at her?" Pan asked, her attitude telling the boys exactly what she thinks of them at the moment. Not much, not much at all!

Her Uncle G and Trunks is usually so dilly together, two smooth operators but currently it seems as if their cool style ran straight out the back door. "Yeah Goten, listen to your niece. She's got a point you know. If there's one person who deserves to be with a chick like her, it would be me," Trunks said matter of factly.

He simply can't seem to pull his eyes away from her. "You guys are so paranoid! It's quit disturbing to say the least. If she survives this round, neither of you love sick fool would stand a chance against her," Pan said as she grabbed them roughly by their collars and threw them harshly towards the ground. "Sorry, you're right," Trunks apologized as he rubbed the back of his neck, shame coating his face.

"Don't apologize to her dude. Even I can't deny it… she's a babe!" Majuub stated catching everybody off guard. They could have never foretold it. "Not you too?" Marron questioned dumbfounded. "What? We're guys, so how can we not look, when somebody like her comes waltzing by?" Majuub asked the girls.

He turned his attention back towards the undergoing match. "Trunks you should see this, your sister's getting the best of her." They were just about to join his side when the count down started.

 

"The winner of this match is Melody." She bowed at the audience and the people went ballistic. Sorrow nibbled at Melody's heart as she noticed the condition that she had put her opponent in. She inched closer towards the unconscious girl, picked the light weighted lady up from her fatal position and carried her towards the tournament's medical wing, because of this action the people has newly formed respect for the lovely maiden.

Both Marron and Pan followed her. The girls entered the white room that smelt of medicine. Melody laid the girl's tattered form down on the bed. "She'll be alright. Sorry, I really didn't mean to hurt her, please make sure that she knows it," she ended off politely before leaving and closing the door behind them.

 

In the shed, Melody sat down on the cold, hard stone floor; trying to relax her mind but it's just to occupied. Curious eyes are burning though her skin. She needs to focus, because her next opponent isn't going to be as easy, not like defeating Bulla had been easy either. There's plenty of time to daydream but now isn't one of those times.

She inhales deeply, sitting completely still. Unfazed! Pretending to be a rock. Calm body. Quiet spirit. While in a sate of meditation, she can feel all of the energy around her. Hearing all of God's creatures as their voices comes together as one enormous choir. Perfection within the palm of my hand. The crowd roared in acceptance as Goten throw the winning punch. As he entered the penthouse the mysterious girl still sat cross legged on the cold floor.