Chapter 33 - Colossal Match-up

Picking up the poor man who was dragged into this conflict due to pure luck, he set him down in the player stands and got ready for the next match.

"You are more powerful than I expected." Off to the side with his overhanging cape and turban, Piccolo was leaning against the side wall with his eyes trained on Goku.

"Didn't know the great Demon King would shake in his boots like his dad." Piccolo spat on the floor and left Goku with the fainted man to go up to the stage. The only thought that crossed his mind was vengeance to the highest degree.

Goku let out a little snort in response. It was pretty fun teasing the big guy anyway he could. There was only so much time he could delay before the crowd would get testy so he turned around to face the music.

Passing by his friends that were spectating, he asked him to look over Shen for him. Confused by the relationship that the two seemingly shared, they agreed to it keeping the fainted man in their peripherals.

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"We are finally here ladies and gentlemen, the finals of the 23rd World Martial Tournament! All of your suspense and tension has led to his moment of who we will find out the strongest person under the heavens! On our left corner, we have the defending champion of the last tournament who will be doing his best to keep the title, Son Goku! On the right corner, we have the challenger, the underdog, Junior! Will he be stomped down and put in his place by the residing champion or will he rise above and dethrone the king? LET'S FIND OUT!"

"Let the match begin!"

"Let us put this 3-year grudge to rest Son Goku!" Piccolo instantly started to move to gain an advantage in the fight. Since he already showed this ability before, he didn't hesitate to extend his arms at insane speeds and latch on to both of his shoulders.

Goku was about to pry those hands off of him, but by now retracting his arms, his entire body flew throughout the stage towards Goku. When he reached him, Piccolo kneed him the gut lifting him up a little bit. He then slammed his fist on Goku's cheek to make him fly away.

The heavy combo didn't seem to do much but put some dirt on his cheek as he flipped over and skid back making a black streak on the floor. Piccolo knew that his overall power is weaker so he didn't let up for a second in his run to make sure Goku didn't catch his breath.

Unfortunately for him, he was one step too late. Timing it with Piccolo's fast arrival, he aimed and uppercut as a counter-attack. Unable to stop his momentum completely, he went with the direction of the punch to lessen the damage.

It didn't feel like it did anything at all. He got launched incredibly hard in the air but even though his body was stasis, his eyes were darting everywhere to catch a glimpse of his opponent. And Goku met his expectation when he appeared on his left side to continue the combo.

Instead, Junior responded with a loaded fist when he saw the first coming to his face. Both attacks landed squarely at the same time and they both flew in different directions. Goku went up and eventually stopped on his own while Piccolo was sent straight down. He landed like a cat with one hand on the ground and veins bulging around his head.

'How is he so strong? Was all of my training in vain?'

(Flashback)

"There is one of those fighters that my father could smother with his pinky." Looking through the window, teenager Piccolo Junior was peering through the window of Yamcha's residence. He heard loud moans accompany him leaking to the open night making Piccolo want to peek through.

"Oh, you like that? Well, take some more!"

Inside the apartment was an incredibly beautiful woman with a purple afro and lean muscle. Her attire was nearly non-existent as it consisted of very short leather extending from her shoes to her chest covering the important parts. In her hands, it looks like a long black rope... a whip?

"You f*cking like that you w*ore?"

On the ground being lashed repeated on the butt was what looked like bondage and blindfolded Yamcha with an incredibly hard piece of meat. Despite its small length, it was... uh... hard? That counts for something.

Piccolo wasn't interested in the masochistic male psyche and started to look at what he came there for. He saw a white belt with a blue circle in the middle of it on a desk next to the window he was at.

Using his long arms, Piccolo carefully yoinked the gravity belt and due to his rush, accidentally, grazed the lamp on the desk.

Yamcha with his acute ears heard a very faint sound. He was extremely embarrassed by the situation and wanted to stop right there to investigate the situation

"W-Wait Ran Fan I think I hear-"

"QUIET SLAVE!" A whip of crack sprung from the dom, landed squarely on the small target resting in between his legs. He quickly forgot about the noise when liquid started to appear in copious amounts. And it wasn't blood.

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'I've trained for nearly 2 years and was able to reach 4X gravity. He is still winning all the exchange with power to spare!

"You won't be able to win against this! Say your prayers."

Piccolo, with no turban or cape from the fight before, crouched like he was able to p*oph his pants and charged up his ki. Injecting ki to himself, he slowly grew larger and larger until he was 15m tall.

"This is the end of you Son Goku! How can you possibly beat me now that I multiplied my power?" Taking up his challenge, he decided to put his training with Kami to use. What a better way to test his power on a respectable partner.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and put out his hand like it was about to grab something. Slowly but surely, a chunk of his ki was being converted into a small round ball.

"What is Goku making? It looks similar to my spirt ball, but I can tell it has different properties." Yamcha was chatting a storm with the engrossed battle session.

"What! No way... he did it." Meanwhile, on the other side of the venue, Bulma clasped her hand over her mouth. They moved back to their original place with Krillin still lying on the floor. Because she felt bad, she decided to help the small guy a little.

She fished out one of her spare capsules and clicked on it. Smoke came as usual and what revealed was actually quite convenient for the situation.

Lifting Krillin's head, she places the pillow that appeared under him and draped him in a nice cozy blanket. Nice, comfortable, and warm for everyone involved.

Goku finally threw the ball of light that he created but he didn't throw it like a weapon. He actually threw it outside of bounds in a high position to not be distracting. He turned to look at his creation. His pupils dilated into nothingness as he started to grow a monstrous size. Monkey features popped to and fro until his entire body resembled an ape.

The top part of his gi and shirt ripped open easily, but strangely, the bottom part of the gi didn't as they stretched and stretch to match the size of its host. Standing at the same height as Piccolo, the two did another stare-off in their new forms as titans in the world of battle.

"He actually created something from my notes! He mastered the Blutz Waves to turn into a great ape!"