Chapter 5-The Tournament

 

 

  “Izumi, I really don’t think we are suppose to be doing this, I have a feeling that we are going to be kicked out of school AGAIN, and I am personally TIRED of getting kicked out of school as if that is occasional activity, and this is like the last school in Japan that we haven’t caused trouble to, and the next thing you know, is going to UK just get one freaking day of school!!!”  Judith yelled out the last part so loud, that the whole class fell silent, and the floors and the ceilings shook.

The next thing they knew, the teacher, (Not their homeroom teacher) was walking toward them glaring furiously at Judith for interrupting her explanation of how to find an angle of a slope.

“Ahem? Ms. Judith? WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING INTRUPTING MY CLASS?!?!?!” She yelled, almost equally as loud as Judith.

“…….a….i…..u….e….o…..” she mumbled.

“What did you say?”

“Just reciting the Japanese alphabet,” she replied innocently.

“Well, Ms. Briefs, you are in big trouble right now, and I recommend you to keep your Japanese alphabet to your self.” The teacher replied sternly.

“Um.. M'am?” Izumi piped in, “well, it was sorta my fault that she yelled, so could you get her off the hook for just this time, since this is her first day coming to this school? <And in this case so am I, but no bother.>” she asked sweetly.

The teacher, moved by Izumi’s words, said, “Well, Ms. Judith, I’ll let you off the hook, just today, but no more of this yelling business anymore you understand?”

“Yes ma’m. <Well, sorta anyhow.>”

 

The rest of the day went on without not much more of those conflicts.

(Not MUCH more, I say. Not none, cuz there were times when Izumi punched a desk, and it fell right to the floor, but they didn’t get in trouble, because they just considered that the nails and the nuts must have been loose. Well sorta.)

And they went happily to the Martial Arts Club Room.

“Is this it?” Izumi asked, surprised.

It looked very closed up, and almost crowded with all of the exercising and fighting gears.

“Wow, this is amazing. Wonder what dad would think of this?” Judith commented, as she stepped inside the arena.

She didn’t notice all of the people staring at her until she was in the middle of the fighting ground with Izumi.

 Just when she found out where she was, there came a huge cheer from the other side of the room.

Judith and Izumi watched in awe, as all of their class stood in front of them, all wearing a same uniform.

White Karate wears with black belts on every one of them.

“So, you did show up after all.” Chris sneered. “I thought you’d be a too much of a chicken to even come to this fighting arena, I guess we’d have to give you credit for that.

Don’t you all agree?” he asked his classmates, who all shouted, “YEAH!”

Just then, all of the lights turned on, and reveled a whole audience, all seated on bleachers, and teachers, all seated on chairs with desks in front of them.

“Ok… What is happening here..exactly?” Asked Izumi nervously.

“What do you think? The teachers are here to rate us in how well we do our skills, by doing a tournament, and here you two came hopping in, ready to fight us one by one, so we decided it’ll be a great chance to improve our skills.” Said a boy with jet-black hair, and a crooked smile on his face.

“So, let me get this clear. Today was a day for sort of a test for all of you Martial Art Club people, and there are audiences, and teachers evaluating you guys, and we are just some invaders?” asked Judith perplexed.

“Exactly.” Chris sneered. “And we thought it’ll be only fair to let you to be in the first round with us.”

 

“Are you guys finished yet?” a teacher cried out to the crowd.

“WE ARE!” Chris yelled.

“Well then, let’s get this thing started. The rules are as follows. You are disqualified, or out, if you: give up, get out of the ring, get knocked out, or, kill someone. (Maybe if you hit them in the wrong spot too, but this is only my little thought. *Puts on an innocent face.) If you beat your opponent in anyway, you would move to the next level, unless of course you are dead.”

“What is this? Something of a world tournament?” Izumi whispered to Judith.

“I guess, Izu-chan, why?”

“Because I think I saw Chris when he was little or something. I just don’t know how, or why, but….”

“”What are you two whispering about?” the teacher shouted.

“… Umm… a question to Chris.” Replied Judith.

“What?” Chris piped in.

“Well, have you well, ever met Izumi or I? Because Izumi thinks she has seen you before.”

“Uh.. No. Why?”

“Just one more question. Do you know anyone named Trunks or Goten?”

At this question, the whole stadium fell silent.

“What?” asked Izumi puzzled with the situation. “What’s wrong?”

“How in the world do you know that name?”

“Those” Judith corrected him. “Anyway, why not? I was just having some ideas.”

“Because those are 2 of the name I most dearly HATE!!!”

“Why?” asked Judith in a fake tear voice.

(You know, the ones your little sister of brother does when they want something really bad, “Mommy..I’m crying!! If you aren’t gonna gimmi that toy!”)

“Because, why do you want to know first of all?” asked Chris.

“Because…their our brothers!” shouted Izumi so loud, that the ceilings shook, and the fighting grounds shook. (This time must have been loud.)

“WHAT?”

“How could it?”

“Uh-Oh…”

“WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU GUYS? CAN’T YOU PEOPLE TELL US WHY OUR BROTHERS ARE BEING HATED BY EVERY PERSON IN HERE???”

“That’s probably because I got beaten up so bad by him in the Junior Division of the World Martial Arts Tournament!” Shouted Chris. (But not as loud as Judith or Izumi, as you probably know, Saiyans tends to have loud voices when they want them.)

<Ok, that isn’t good, that probably means that there were some other people here that were in the Tournament, and Izumi or I. Oh might have beaten them up well, I guess that’s what my mom calls ‘bad luck’. >

“Hey stop the yelling and the talking already and let’s get this thing started with!” Yelled someone in the audience.

And with that, Izumi, Judith, Chris and the others were separated into fighting pairs.

And with very unlucky chance, Izumi was paired up with Chris.

“I guess this is what Bulma calls ‘bad luck’ ” Izumi sighed, and went into the arena with Chris at her heels, bearing his teeth as if he was a Siberian Tiger.