"He's taking it seriously now, lets see if that is enough to make the Namekian sweat some." Vegeta said, smirking a little, my own gaze slightly turning to his own, where he spotted me, adding.
"Don't look at me like that. You are fighting last but I wouldn't expect you'll even get the chance to do so. You might as well just have a little snack right here and now. Sit back, enjoy the Namekian dominating the poor, weakling version of Frieza-"
-Frost's shout ended then, the large sun-sized dome of purple Ki that radiated around him now dispersed and Frost, looking as if he ran a marathon, cyan colored bolts of energy discharged around him. He then flew forwards, the fight renewed between him and Piccolo.
"Man, he'd got so much stronger, but I don't think he'll be able to keep it up." Goku said, in slight awe or could be his excitement… Tien nodded, replying.
"Yeah, the guy is strong but he's been also cheating with that poison of his. And has been since the beginning a huge time waster. This tournament… we need to finish this, we've got other things to be doing.'
'Yeah, like tracking that sociopath version of Towa and ending her existence, however we go about doing that.' I still wanted to know what that bitch had me doing, besides being her new fighter.
"Tien is right, that other Towa I still want to find… and kill. But watch the fight, Piccolo's new form." Piccolo was matching Frost blow to blow, more intense than the other times they fought before, each blow dramatically boomed with the sounds of the clash, wind-shock waves boomed loudly, Piccolo working harder than before. Frost was keeping up, though it looked like he was forcing himself to continue at this pace.
Frost fired off a barrage of 'Death Beam'-like Ki blasts at Piccolo, who dodged each one of them and, with what looked like considerable effort, shouting loudly with a gravelly tone of voice.
"Hnngh!! 'Chaos Ball' haaaaaaaaaa!!!" a small sphere formed, red in color and greatly expanded when Frost poured more of his power into it, then throwing it towards Piccolo. Our Namekian friend, if we could see his face… would damn near be smirking at this 'Death Ball' look alike technique, for he stood there and took the blast head on. Crackling loudly upon impact, Piccolo looked to be only using on hand to hold the large sphere, pushed back a little while his feet pressed deeply into the tiles of the arena, only a few paces before Piccolo righted himself into position, expelling a lot of energy with a hoarse roar.
Frost was in the way now, his hands pressed downwards while he struggled to keep the attack at bay, Piccolo's expelled energy overriding the sphere, sending it right back at Frost.
"...!!!" Frost shouted loudly, his position in the sky continued to climb higher, the dome that covered both the arena and the multiple viewing islands shimmered into view too very briefly, Indicating that Frost had touched the top and was now being squashed between it and his own technique.
".… haaa… And that is my win." Piccolo nodded upwards, the explosion cracking the dome up above, that annoying woman across the other side plus lord Whis both stood up and did some much needed repairs, their staves glowed. Piccolo looked downwards in time, as Frost; looking pretty much like someone with asthma, rushed right for Piccolo, a hand held right in front of him. The Ki burst forth from that hand, straight for Piccolo's chest, Frost put a whole lot of energy into that attack, the discharging energy that coincided with his full power shrunk to tiny insignificant discharges of Ki, now happening very rarely.
To no ones surprise… that is on our team, Piccolo looked pissed, the cheap shot aimed to strike at point blank and at Piccolo's exposed chest; his outfit taken more a brunt of damage than Piccolo has ever taken from this peon, Frost gasped loudly when Piccolo… swiped aside his attack with a loud grunt, expelling a quickly formed Ki burst that engulfed his arm.
"Haaaaa, 'Super Beam Cannon' take this point blank, bastard!!" Piccolo fired a quickly formed beam, straight through Frosts left shoulder, the beam was smaller than normal though, so Piccolo wasn't aiming to kill him, just make sure Frost is defeated, making it at least hurt for his attempt to blast him point blank. While Frost took the beam, which exploded on impact, he was pushed forcefully from out of the ring from the small but potent blast of energy.
"OH!!! and it looks like Frost has been knocked out of the fight! That last attack struck and took him off guard, expelling him from the ring!" Piccolo powered down, his form shifting out of his transformations, while Frost stood up holding an arm, hurt and glaring towards Piccolo. An eye of his also twitched, the guy looked pissed.
"Hah! Two victories to their one. Now who is next. Oh look at Champa there, he's… hopping mad. Congratulate your teammate, he's proving his brief stint with Whis here." said angel attendant chuckled in an annoyingly dignified manner, hand held posed in front of his mouth.
"They did all the work, I only gave them a nudge… there or there… They did all the hard work."
"Now then, we move on! Frost has been defeat and so next up, is the warrior Magetta!! from the planet-"
"-Yeah, yeah- get out there and prove your worth, or I'll-" Champa was interrupted, lord Beerus shouted through a laugh, an energy sphere appearing at the tip of his pinky finger, the one he held up to throw at the gong thing, signaling the start of the round. The metal-man landed in the ring, Piccolo's power fluctuating once more.
"You may begin!!! Contestant Piccolo versing contestant Magetta!!" Beerus fired the tiny sphere, humming in contentment, for he was winning as of now and by that, we weren't going to lose our planet to that fat destroyer.
"This will be good, Piccolo will win this faster than the reptile, I'm sure." I said, smiling briefly. Vegeta snorted, turning to Goku.
"If I don't get a chance to fight in this… farce-" he said this quietly, eyes darting back to Lord Beerus, though I did notice the destroyer gods ears twitch, Beerus only looked amused.
"-I'll be coming after you Kakarot, and then you Kron. I'm owed a fight and I shall take it right out of your hides."
"Sure Vegeta, sure. I'll humor the king, even make sure you don't die too early. Wouldn't want that son of your to inherit the throne too early." I joked though there was no humor in my tone, almost growling out.
"If only I won that game of rock scissors paper…" Goku bemoaned loudly, arms now crossed and pouting.
(Dabura-POV)
Piccolo was proving himself out there, while here he was… Mira on one side and looking irritated as him while Towa looked on stoically, occasionally eyeing the floating island where team seven stood on… Dabura smirked, keeping that to himself while looking around.
That naive fool Shin, his attendant Kibito and the old man sat along with what appeared to be the Kai's from the other universe, this universe six. Their party was much larger, four supreme Kai's, each an attendant like Kibito or similar to while the more dressed up more regally, seemed to be their leader and felt much more dangerous than all the other Kai's there. Dabura couldn't help but wish he had gotten into the team but in the end, this was much welcome respite for all the training he put his nephew Mira here, through as well as that finicky sister of his.
"You've been holding your head for a while sister, is something the matter." he asked, not showing his concern as he kept his gaze on the fight at hand, the metal alien an interesting… opponent, forcing Piccolo to transform once more; the transformation taking more out of him than that previous opponent ever did.
'The idiot, he shouldn't have dropped out of his transformation then, perhaps he'd have more energy saved for this fight. Maybe even his next one.' he thought, smirking slightly, Piccolo was making quicker work of the magma spitting fiend than he did with the lizard, knocking the bastard around, grunting pain from some of his pained hits, the metal creature's defense heh… pretty solid compared to that pushover Frost.
"Take a sit, with the other woman; the ones you'll have to win over if you ever think you'll have a chance to-" if looks could kill, if she had her staff Dabura knew she would have whacked him alongside the head to shut him up. That she didn't have it still made him shut up, her creativity to get back at him would be an unwelcome thing and Dabura had better things to do then to be extra on guard against her.
"-Don't speak of things you couldn't understand, brother. The shadow dragons, over there… I've known of their kind but have never gone to a timeline with their threat present." she changed the subject, Piccolo on the arena floor while firing off his 'Hellzone Grenade' which he yelled loudly, the attack poised to strike Magetta, the blast slightly obscuring his upper chest even while he continued to advance slowly.
"They are like us, former enemies to those fighting for earth… now allies, where is this trail of thought going Towa." she shrugged, her hand went to touch air, a habit for where she held her hand would have been where the stave of her staff would have been, so grabbing air had snapped her out of it.
"You're sibling arguing is annoying, shut up." Mira spoke simply, not eyeing either of them, still standing stoically. Dabura and Towa chuckled quietly.
(Pyrrha Nikos-POV)
Her eyes flinched briefly, the light show from Piccolo's blast now beginning to disperse, the warrior Magetta continued to advance on him.
"Piccolo is looking flush out there, fatigue kicking in. He's come a long way from that guy who was evil during the 23rd world martial arts tournament. That orange form is… new as well." Chichi spoke as she held Gine in her arms, now on their island while Goten was now sitting with Trunks further away with the other kids, in their own group as they watched more excitedly than well… the rest of them. Yang was initially excited in watching the tournament, that is… during Tien's fighting but with his defeat, it looked well and truly like piccolo would be fighting and wining the thing.
"And I'm not even sure that Kron is going to be fighting next, I think Goku or Vegeta is up next. That is, should piccolo lose." Bulma added, huffing. Pyrrha came to watch Kron fight, and she could read lips, so she knew that he would be fighting last. And that possibility was still up in the air, already team six of said universe were up to their third fighter out of five.
"Nothing against Piccolo of course, and there is a reason for the fighting here and now. Lord Beerus over there and that brother of his wagering our planet as their prize…" Pyrrha frowned at that, knowing that 'that' reason was because of food of all things, ludicrous.
"Oh!! Magetta is still advancing!! Will Piccolo be defeated this time around-" the announcer shouted out in dramatic fashion, his boastful commentary interrupted by the cloud-like steam blast coming towards Piccolo, Piccolo's Ki engulfing him in time to somewhat offer him a cloak that aimed in protecting him from the attack.
Piccolo then did something else surprising, growing into a giant right then and there, enough in size to make himself three times the size of Magetta, Piccolo now attacked the lava warrior with physical attacks, trying to use his new height to his advantage.
"Piccolo in this form… I think he's going to win this in a few minutes-" Pyrrha heard Zangya, quiet until now, speak up with a knowing tone. As she did, Piccolo wrapped both hands around Magetta and then slammed him downwards with elongated hands, letting go before he touched the ground himself, Magetta slamming the outer ring with a crash.
"That is number three, now it is their fourth opponents turn. And I've not even seen Goku out there yet." Chichi said, a little downcast as Pyrrha and Bulma agreed with her with a nod, also thinking the same of their man, Kron. He looked not even bothered, like the fight was just interesting to watch and Pyrrha turned to Zangya, speaking up.
"Will have to test him ourselves at this rate. Maybe I should have sent my boys to Sadala, to relax with their half siblings gone there too. Even Ursula is looking bored over there." Bulma nodded, as Chichi replied.
"Gine is… asleep here now, I thought to send her and Goten there but I was so sure that my Goku would have been one to fight first-" Yang scoffed, now annoyed enough to interrupt their moaning.
"-Just be happy for our side and don't argue over it. Or maybe you should send your husbands to partake in the world martial arts tournament sometime the next one is presiding. I heard Eighteen is going to be doing it, though she plans to deal with Hercule and make a lot of money doing so. Not a bad idea. All this? This tournament is just for our world, for this two… clowns who think they can subjugate us. Piccolo has one two and my Tien one, yeah he wiped but he fought for his planet. Just be supportive."
"..." Bulma and Pyrrha looked at one another, seeing Yang in a heated mood was common enough, though Zangya was more a moody bitch than her, which is why Pyrrha cupped a hand over Zangya's mouth as she went to speak, her eyes narrowed now eyeing Pyrrha. She ignored Zangya and her glare, turning back to Yang.
"Don't speak like that, those destroyer gods… they are fickle and wouldn't hesitate to do what their name implies. Besides, we're just chatting. Relax Yang. We're all behind Piccolo as well." the blonde smirked, looking at them and Pyrrha realized she was just joking, Yang elbowed Zangya nearby to her and Pyrrha took her hand off her fellow redheads mouth.
"I'm just happy Tien got to fight first, with those others… there was that chance he wouldn't have gotten to show off. He's been training harder you know, I'm torn between being excited I can now continue my own training with him and infuriated that I've got so much to do before I am able to keep up with him now with you know… the pregnancies." Ah, she was between frustrated and exited at the thought in continuing her own training again.
They turned back to the fight, Piccolo breathing harder, still within his orange transformation, the announcer moving towards the middle of the ring, microphone in hand.
"And when you get back into training, call on me to help spar with you if you like. Fighting with me, you'll be gotten back into shape in no time." the announcer then spoke loudly, Magetta getting up off his behind and walking over back to where team six sat.
"And contestant Piccolo has once more succeeded in victory!! Contestant Magetta has been defeated via ring-out. Now, would the next contestant of team six, contestant Cabba step out into the ring!!" the little male warrior from team six, looked like a Saiyan now that she could get a good look on him.
"This has gotten interesting. He looks like a Saiyan, or as close as could be. Piccolo might have an actual fight on his hands, no offense to his previous opponent." Zangya snorted, eyes flashing with scorn.
"What? The tin can was slept on by Piccolo. A waste of time that one was." Yang chuckled, Bulma and Chichi shook their own heads, hiding their own chuckles.
(Piccolo-POV)
'Magetta was an annoying fight, I should have held back on using 'Kaio-Ken' with my 'God Ki Orange Form'. Now I'm going to fight against that Saiyan from the sixth universe.' he watched the young man land, looking towards him in challenge, his narrowed gaze matched his own.
"The fourth contestant Cabba has entered the arena, the next match can begin at your behest lord Beerus! Lord Champa!" Piccolo seen the seething Champa standing at the edge of his teams island, looking down at them anxiously. Piccolo also heard the chuckle from high up behind him, that of Lord Beerus, also feeling the Ki that gathered upon what Piccolo was one of his fingers, then spotting the minuscule sized Ki sphere hitting the instrument that floated in the air, resounding the beginning of the next match.
"Alright Cabba, I'm tired but I've still got more in me. Give me your best and don't waste my time." Cabba blinked, already in a fighting posture though he now looked confused his Piccolo's words, looking right at him in confusion.
"Transform? Like you do? I'm- Saiyan's don't transform where I come from, and what sort of form is that anyway?" his confusion was well… confusing to Piccolo, blinking in place. His head turned and he called out to Goku, Cabba flickering forwards about to attack him, but he landed on the ground near to him.
"Goku! Transform, 'Super Saiyan' now!!!" Piccolo gazed upwards, seeing Goku look down at him with a blink, though he caught on pretty quickly, nodding with a smile.
"Transform!? right now… 'Super Saiyan' then, right Piccolo! Cabba, watch closely now… Hearing that a Saiyan cannot transform into this is interesting to hear! So, watch me Cabba, and give Piccolo there a good showing!" Cabba looked up over at Goku, Piccolo standing aside and heading towards the opposite side of the arena, calling out to Cabba as he passed him by.
"You watch Goku now Cabba, and make sure you figure it out or even as I am tired, I reckon I'll have more than a chance to defeat you without that form." Cabba kept his eyes on Goku, still looking confused by what sort of transformation he was about to witness and form a Saiyan at that. Piccolo turned to face Cabba, while Goku got into a posture better attuned to gathering energy and in a heartbeat whilst shouting… he transformed a little bit slower than he'd normally do, looked to have enjoyed showing the form off.