The Tournament

Ritzusen smiled as he was throwing fists into the air. The vibrations of his blows jerked him around and around. Right now, he was in the slums of planet Vegeta. Where the real fighters are at. Not the elite with great training, but the greatest fighters on the planet that had drive, determination, and instinct. His brother Kijin looked onwards towards the street. The warrior stepped slowly towards him, making his boots clack on the pavement. They were saiyan boots of course and as of now, they were expensive.


"What's wrong?" The saiyan asked with a curious face. After the question was asked he turned his back to a brick wall. With one foot he got on his toes and the other stayed flat. This would keep his balance during his stance. Ritzusen still stared at him, barely blinking.

"I..I.. Just don't know," His brother stammered. He slapped his scarred hands on his head and shook.

"Don't know what?"

"If I should do it. If...If..."


"Spill it."

"There's a big tourney going on and now they think that they are the best. So they found me on a training route and challenged me. If I don't respond, then they said they'll drag me there." His voice and his body was shaky as he sat upon the pavement.

"Really," The saiyan started, "Buji, do you know anything about this tournament?"

"Not much," The saiyan said. His voice was deep and rough. "Just that they started the place years ago and now they want to expand."

"Well then. I guess they are out of line. Should we accept the challenge and fight together?" Buji nodded and then a small grin came upon his face. The saiyan cracked his knuckles and his neck.

"Thank you Ritzusen," Kijin said with a smile. Ritzusen helped his brother up with an extension of his hand and a pull. The saiyan brothers and their friend started into a run. This would be an initiation into their flight towards the big tournament.

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The saiyan warriors sped through the sky with confidence. As if they were about to conquer the whole planet. Their confident faces could get them hurt badly if they looked at the wrong people. But the same could happen to those people.

"Where is this club at anyways?" Ritzusen asked looking towards Buji. Buji turned his head and still had his arms extended with his fists clenched as he floated in the air.

"Way outside of the city," The saiyan started with his muscles tensed bringing out the blue veins on his sandy skin. "It'll be about 5 minutes from now. Wait. It seems I found a short cut!" The trio sped to the left following Buji. It was always a line order of oldest to youngest so Kijin was in the back and Buji was in the front. Buji was not their brother, but more like a father to them. Their father is missing. He was said to be captured by changelings to be killed and experimented. It had been a few weeks since he left but the saiyans would find them. Ever since he was kidnapped, Buji helped them survive and made sure nothing happened. The saiyans came upon a small cave hole about 5 feet below. "Here we are."

"Nice," Ritzusen said, "We got there faster than I would ever expect. The trio of saiyan outcasts landed on the ground. There was a cave entrance with a sign that read:

[Grand Tournament. No punks allowed]

Kijin smiled nervously as they walked forwards and advanced in the long line.

"Should we plow through?" Kijin asked. Buji smiled and then nodded. They all got into a runners stance and then started a sprint. They flung their elbows out wildly to push through the crowd. Once they got to the entrance, a man awaited them.

"Were you invited?" He asked. His tail was waggling wildly so he had to be a saiyan.

"Yes we were," Kijin answered, "Here it is." The youngest saiyan handed him the envelope with the contents of the invitation inside. The man opened it and turned it in all directions.

"You're good." The trio entered the cave with a downhill race in which Buji won. They stopped and looked around. There were people of all kinds at the large stadium. There were spectators and fighters in the ring. Ritzusen watched as two saiyans locked hands. Their heads had veins popping out with their strain. A few surges of electricity came from this power struggle confrontation. Finally, a saiyan with long hair nailed the other with a large jab to the gut. He then flew into the air and launched a large energy ball into his back. The announcer grabbed his microphone.

"The winner is... Borukhan!" He spoke loudly. His voice was deep and sounded like a grumble. Borukhan raised his arm in victory, standing on his opponent's chest. The crowd roared, destroying the eardrums of the trio. The saiyan warrior walked out after his impressive victory and headed towards Ritzusen.

"Hey," He said, "I'm Borukhan. Who are you?"

"Ritzusen," The saiyan answered, "This is my brother, Kijin and my friend, Buji."

"You all look like a good trio. You're probably going to be my favorite in the 6 man match." The saiyan smiled,wrapped his tail around his waist, and left with his saiyan boots hitting the fresh dirt. Kijin looked up at the announcer.

"I'll be right back," He spoke. The young saiyan flew into the air with grace and came up to the announcer's stand. Kijin landed behind him and tapped his shoulder. This startled the saiyan and made him fall out of his chair. "Excuse me sir, but when is the 6 man match?"

"It's not happening," The announcer said, "The other team was injured by some aliens."

"I have a team. See, their right down there." Kijin pointed to Buji and Ritzusen who both had their arms crossed.

"Looks like we're having a six-man tag team brawl up next!" Kijin smiled and descended upon his brother and close friend.

"You all better get ready to fight," He spoke.

"Why?" Buji asked.

"Because the six man match is up next!" The saiyans smiled in unison and soon afterward a small alien came rushing back.

"Come with me!" He yelled,"This is where you will exercise and get dressed for the fight." The trio of saiyans followed him into the back where there were two rooms. "Go to the one on the...right!" Ritzusen turned the doorknob and opened the door. He wondered what was ahead.

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The room was not perfect, but at the same time it was not totally horrendous. The saiyan trio stepped inside with their arms folded as usual and scanned the area.

"Simple," Buji started, "I like it!" Ritzusen smiled and then rolled his eyes. The saiyans found a long, wooden bench to rest on. This would help them relax the strains in their muscles. But the only con to this was that the bench was old, splintery and it was not very sturdy. This caused the trio to all fall on their backsides.

"This is very simple!" Ritzusen yelled with his hand on the ground, supporting him. His face was angry now. The alien was at the doorway with knees like jello.

"Is it okay?" He asked, nervously. Kijin nodded and smiled.

"You have done your job well young man," He spoke, "You deserve a reward." Kijin extended his arm with a handful of zeni. "That's 100 zeni. Use it wisely." The alien stopped shaking, smiled and then bowed to the saiyan. "Pick yourself up." The alien did as told and started out of the doorway. Just as the alien was leaving a saiyan figure smashed his face with a right hand. Blood flew sideways as he hit the dirty floor.

"Hey!" Ritzusen yelled, "What the heck was that for!" His teeth were now clenched and his fists were at his sides.

"He's a worthless piece of scum!" The warrior yelled before driving his foot into the creature's mid-section. Kijin was also angered by this cruel assault.

"You cruel bastard!" He screamed. An energy wave flew from his illuminated palms and hit the warrior in the chest. This unwrapped his tail from his armored waist. The energy wave was followed up by a right hook to the mid section and a kick to the face. Blood started to run down from his nose. The saiyan smiled and threw a volley of ki balls in which all hit and sent Kijin into the wall.

"Never write a check your butt can't cash!" The saiyan spoke after attacking Kijin. Ritzusen charged at him with a volley of punches and kicks to various areas in all which, were missed except for one shot to the throat. This made the saiyan couch and kneel on one knee. Ritzusen finished him off with a stomp to his skull.

"Surrender and you won't get hurt," The adolescent spoke. The downed warrior waved his hand in showing that he surrendered. A man, who seemed like a humanoid, came running towards the trio. Kijin recovered from his attacked helped the alien get back on his feet.

"Your on in 2 seconds!" He yelled, "Oh my god,what did you do to him?" The human had seen the unconcsious corpse of the foe.

"We taught him a lesson!" Buji yelled. The man ran away just as fast as he came. The trio walked out towards the arena. Ritzusen looked up into the announcing stands. The same human was now up there handing him a card.

"And now," The announcer spoke, "For our semi main event!" The crowd roared and stood up from their metal benches. "First, we have the Changelings of Death, Rilon, Leon, and Voltaire!" The changelings came floating out of the left doorway. One gave a death signal to the saiyan trio and then started back towards the arena. Once they entered, the many saiyans booed them and threw food and drinks and garbage at them. "Now, for the saiyan trio! Buji, Ritzusen, and Kijin!" The saiyan warriors waved at the cheering crowd. A chant began among the stands.

"Crush the changelings! Crush the changelings!"

The crowd was in a frenzy of chants and hoots and hollers.

"The pleasures of being a saiyan," Buji spoke with a smile. The two walked into the tile arena with their feet clacking. Soon afterward, the crowd was silent. A referee charged in between the six men.

"No rules," He said, "BEGIN!" The crowd started back up and the saiyans started to smile. This was going to be a great fight, so they thought.....

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The changelings looked at the saiyans with a look of disgust for them. They hated them and called them monkeys due to their tail. Most would've taken this to offense and killed them or at least tried. Others, like this saiyan trio, did not. They actually took it as a compliment for being a monkey showed agility and power. Ritzusen stared each changeling in the eye for about three seconds. There was no regret, no remorse, just hatred. He slowly got into stance with his right foot forward and his left hand back. This would increase his power for he was right handed.

"Let's go tough guys!" The saiyan screamed. One of the changelings smiled.

"Allow me to introduce myself before I kill you," The tallest changeling said, "My name is Rilon, these are my brothers Leon," Leon raised his hand, "And Voltaire." Voltaire let out a purple static shock of electricity. It flowed through his body making him more powerful. They all looked like descendants of Cooler. Buji and Kijin soon followed Ritzusen and got into stance. Buji was a powerful stance with his hands ready and Kijin was a more agile stance as he was bouncing around like he was on a trampoline. The changelings only smiled.

I've got to start Ritzusen thought. He lifted into the air doing four flips and then landing with his feet spread apart behind the trio of changelings. He delivered a knee to the back of Rilon. The saiyan then grabbed his tail and started to swing him around. This made the changeling angry and he wound up grabbing Ritzusen's jumpsuit shirt and reversing the move. He flipped and smashed the saiyan through the tile. Dust and dirt came up and covered the perimeter. This made the crowd start to cheer and roar with excitement. The stands rumbled the feet of many people raising from their seats and clapping.

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"Let's go!" Ritzusen yelled charging at Rilon. The changeling warrior got into stance and awaited his attack. Ritzusen swung his fists at his arms and kicked towards his ribs. Rilon grabbed the saiyan boot and swung.

"Now you see how I felt!" Rilon hissed. He swung until he felt as if there was enough momentum to pack a hard punch. But once he tried to slam the saiyan warrior, Ritzusen grabbed his eye. This caused the changeling to let go of the hold and hold his eye in agony. Ritzusen extended his hand and let out a large energy wave at his hand. Rilon fell to the ground with smoke arising from his face.

While Ritzusen was fighting Rilon, Kijin and Buji were waiting on Leon and Voltaire who both started to move forward inch by inch. Kijin lunged forwards towards Leon with a flurry of kicks. This was his specialty and if landed could be very brutal. Leon blocked the kicks and then locked his large hands around the throat of the young saiyan. His oxygen was cut and his feet were dangling. Buji was soon to follow behind Leon and deliver a right shoulder to his back. This nearly knocked the changeling outside of the fight club ring. But as the saiyan delivered the blow, Voltaire unleashed and electric shock to his back.

"AH!" The saiyan screamed writhing in agony. He fell to the ground and was now on all fours. The changeling flew up into the air about 3 feet higher than his opponent. Voltaire soon crashed down to his back and crushed his spine. Buji could barely breath as the changeling turned him around and started to crunch his ribs.

Kijin was still recovering from the choke hold that had been placed on him. Once he was good and ready he tripped Leon with a sweep kick. The Changeling of Death floated in mid-air for a few short seconds before hitting his back. The impact shook his jaws and caused them to jiggle wildly. Seeing his close friend being attacked and crushed, Kijin was angry. He charged his energy and charged at Voltaire. The young saiyan jumped up and did two flips before delivering a downwards kick to the white and red chest of Voltaire. This attack made him back off of the saiyan, hold his chest, and kneel.

"I guess you saiyan monkeys don't know how to quit!" Voltaire screamed. A red ball started to illuminate his mouth and he soon let go of it.

Ritzusen looked towards his brother who was about to feel the impact of a powerful beam. The saiyan warrior sped towards his brother with his feet about 5 inches in front of him. He got there in just enough time to swing his right arm at the technique and bounce it away.

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The changeling smiled and folded his arms.

"I guess you monkeys are fast aren't you?" Voltaire taunted. This made the brother duo angry and caused them to charge their power.

"Eat this!" Ritzusen yelled. A blue wave illuminated his gloved palm and came crashing towards the changeling's ribcage. this pierced his skin and made blood flow through him. Voltaire was still holding his ribs after a few seconds. His eyes soon rolled into the back of his head until his pupils were not visible and he fell to the ground with a hole in his stomach. The saiyan warrior was panting and held his hands out with the smoke coming from them. "One down, two to go!" The brothers embraced for the short time of peace they had.

Rilon and Leon soon found Buji injured. With Kijin and Ritzusen distracted, they would try and attack Buji with forceful blows. Rilon delivered a knee to the face, just as the buff saiyan had started to get on his knees. The attack made blood and teeth fly through the air. Rilon kept his knee into the air to taunt the downed saiyan. the changeling motioned for his ally, Leon to come over. This motion made him smiled as he lifted into the air and slam his head into Buji's ribcage. The impact of his head knocked the saiyan warrior unconscious.

Kijin's attention was now drawn to the two Changelings of Death for he had heard the cries of pain coming from the other side of the battle field. This enraged him and without thinking, he charged at the changeling duo. Kijin slammed a right fist into the chest of Rilon as he floated just a few inches from the ground. As the fist hit the changeling, Leon grabbed the saiyan by his tail and slammed him into the tile with much force. He landed off to the side of Leon.

"Not so tough now eh?" Leon taunted. He raised an arm of a temporal victory over the young warrior.

Ritzusen then turned after just realizing that his brother had left his side. The saiyan warrior turned to see Rilon holding his chest and puling himself up along with Leon standing over his brother.

"NO!" The saiyan screamed. He sped towards the duo with his feet a few inches off of the tile and with his elbows back. Ritzusen delivered an uppercut to the ribs of Leon and a ki blast to the face of Rilon.

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Rilon quickly snapped his head to the left and just missed the attack. However, there was a scar on his right cheek. The blood started to run down his cheek like a waterfall. Ritzusen's uppercut landed and caused the changeling to cough. The saiyan was soon backhanded by the leader, Rilon. His hand struck Ritzusen's face like lightning to a lightning rod. The saiyan flew across the ring and soon landed on his back. His head was leaning just off of the tiles as a few rocks slid off. The changeling duo floated over towards their downed adversary. Their eyes were red with hatred now and Leon was still somewhat slouched from the previous uppercut. The saiyan had predicted his own fate. He knew that he would be finished off and killed as soon as he commanded. It was only a few seconds away. Unless he did something. Something big and effective. He had to think on his feet for his death soon came. Ritzusen soon thought of something.

"I surrender," He spoke. The duo's eyes popped out of their heads. They were in shock of his last words.

"A saiyan," Rilon started.

"Surrendering?" Leon finished. They looked at each other and started into a big cackle which heaved their chests up and down.

"A saiyan would never quit! they always keep trying!" In this time that they took to speak, Ritzusen was charging an energy wave. If it were to land, it would pierce the heads of the two changelings and kill them. The saiyan waited until the moment of truth.

"You're right," The warrior spoke, "Saiyans ALWAYS KEEP ON TRYING!" Ritzusen let the energy wave go. He had powered it as much as he could. This was a one shot deal. If it were to fail, the saiyan would die at the hands of two evil changelings. The blast traveled faster by the second towards their heads and left their eyes a blue glow. With their cockiness, they were hit by the blast. Two holes appeared on their heads. Leon fell forwards with his jaw dropped and Rilon fell backwards with his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Steam rose from both of their dead bodies. The saiyans had won! Buji pulled himself up and started to stumble. Kijin was still unconscious but not dead. The buff saiyan grabbed the young saiyan and put him into his arms. Ritzusen was fatigued from using much power into his final attack but with his pride, he had to get up. He raised an arm of victory and the crowd started screaming. They jumped up as confetti started to fill the damaged ring.

"The saiyans have won!" The announcer screamed through his microphone.

"HOLD ON!" Ritzusen yelled at the top of his lungs. The crowd stopped their hollering in order to listen to the saiyan. "You all challenged my brother to satisfy your stupid fighting needs. Well guess what, you're not going to be challenging him, or anyone else again. Fighting should be for fun and voluntary. Not have people accept or die. We overcame so much and pulled ourselves out of slavery and you treat your fellow saiyans like this? No. If they want to fight, they will fight. If not, leave them alone. Unless you want to be just like this trio of changelings." Ritzusen pointed his gloved finger to the dead bodies of Rilon, Leon, and Voltaire. One clap of applause started and soon others followed. An ear drum busting cheer came from the crowd. They were celebrating not only his victory over the foes, but his speech that gave them the right to choose whether to fight or not.

"Nice job, kid," Buji spoke, still holding Kijin. the young saiyan soon woke up and started to crawl out of his arms.

"We won?" He asked with a wide grin.

"Yes we did, my brother," Ritzusen spoke. With pride, the trio stepped out of the cave entrance with the crowd still rallying.

"You did something good today Ritzusen."

"I know. And I would love to do it again." The trio headed onwards towards their home. Even with their aches and pains, they trudged along until they had just enough energy to start a speedy flight back home.

"You know," Kijin said, "The only bad things is that we don't have anymore clothes for awhile."

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