Goten and Trunks fought each other in the third round of the Junior Division. Despite his best efforts, Goten lost by ringout. He later claimed that he would have won, but he was too hungry to concentrate properly.

Trunks ended up fighting Chi-Chi in the final round of the Junior Division. He thought it would be a good challenge to fight her as his normal self, while she was a Super Saiyan. It'd make the fight a more even match, seeing as she was under half his age and had no experience.

When he woke up in the hospital two days later, Trunks learned never to underestimate a Super Saiyan again.

"And the winner of the Junior Division is the six-year-old Chi-Chi!" the announcer said into the microphone. "I don't know where she learned how to do the Gold Fighter Transformation, but it certainly helped lead her to victory!"

"My daddy taught me," Chi-Chi said.

"Yes, that's right," the announcer said. "Little Chi-Chi here is the daughter of the current champion, Goku Son! Her mother won third place in the tournament last year, so it's safe to say that fighting runs in the family! Let's have a big round of applause for Chi-Chi, again!"

The crowd applauded some more, and Chi-Chi was very happy. She ran straight to her daddy and told him every single little detail of the fights.


A half hour later, the World Martial Arts Tournament officially began. There were not too many good fights in the first round, because almost half of the contestants were non-fighters who qualified, just because they were good at videogames. In fact, I'd say there were only three fights worth watching.

The first fight that was worth watching was the second one, between Yamcha and Dende. It was the only first-round fight between two different Z-Fighters.

"I should warn you, I'm a pretty good fighter," Yamcha told Dende.

"As if!" Dende said. "I know all about you, Yamcha. You're one of those useless characters who's left over from Dragon Ball, like Oolong and Chaotzu."

"Useless?" Yamcha asked. "Left over?"

"Yeah, you should have left this series a long time ago, like Tien did," Dende said. "I mean seriously, why are you still here? You haven't had your own plotline in decades."

"Hey, now that's not true!" Yamcha said. "I'm an important member of the Z-Fighters!"

"No you're not," Dende said. "The last time you were in a fight was when 18 knocked you out with one hit."

"It was a lucky shot," Yamcha said.

"And the fight before that was the one when Dr. Gero rammed his fist into your chest," Dende said.

"You mean, when I rammed my chest into his fist!" Yamcha said. "Nobody can stop the Wolf Fang Fist! Yeah!"

"And after that, the last time you were in a fight was when you were killed by the Saibaman," Dende said.

"Hey, I got a couple fight scenes in some of the movies!" Yamcha said. "Don't forget those!"

"Let's just get this over with," Dende said. He lunged at Yamcha, but Yamcha was able to quickly counter. In fact, Yamcha pretty much dominated the entire fight, and after two minutes, Dende was on his back.

"Ha! Where's your trash talk now?" Yamcha asked.

"One! Two! Three!" the announcer started counting.

Dende put his hands on his chest. "HEAL!" he shouted. His power level shot back up to its maximum, and he stood back up.

"You can heal yourself whenever you want?" Yamcha asked. "That's...that's so unfair!"

"I got the idea from Cell," Dende said. "You're toast, Yamcha!"


At the time Yamcha's fight was going on, Goku came up to Gohan inside the fighters' room.

"Hey, Dad!" Gohan said. "Ready for your first match?"

"We need to talk," Goku said, in a surprisingly serious tone. Usually, Goku never acted this serious unless he was fighting a supervillain.

"Right," Gohan said, nodding. "I've got something to say to you."

Goku and Gohan walked towards the corner of the room, where they could have relative privacy.

"It's about my opponent," Goku said. "Have you seen him?"

Gohan cast a glance at the lanky black man who was supposed to fight Goku in the first round. He seemed very nervous. "Yeah, what's up with him?" Gohan asked.

"I think he's Majin Buu," Goku said.

If Gohan had been drinking something, he would have spit it out. "Majin Buu? The evil pink monster? He looks nothing like that guy!"

"His name is Uub Najim," Goku said. "And that's Majin Buu spelled backwards. That means he has to be the reincarnation of Buu."

"That's just a coincidence," Gohan said. "I mean, he can't be the reincarnation of Majin Buu! That's impossible!"

"Why is it impossible?" Goku asked.

"First off, there is no such thing as reincarnation," Gohan said. "When a bad person like Majin Buu dies, he goes straight to Hell. He doesn't get born again as another person. You've died and gone to the afterlife before, so you should know this already."

"Well...yeah..." Goku said.

"And second of all, Majin Buu was destroyed six years ago," Gohan explained. "Uub has to be at least eighteen, otherwise he'd be in the Junior Division. So he and Buu were alive at the same time. Therefore, he can't be Buu's reincarnation."

"Okay, I guess you're right," Goku said. "But there's still something strange about him that I can't shake."

"It's okay, Dad," Gohan said, putting his hand on Goku's upper arm. "I'm sure you can win. And if you can't, well...maybe that's for the best."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Goku asked.

"Well...I'm not sure how to ask this, but could you let me win the semi-finals?" Gohan asked.

"We haven't even had the quarter-finals yet!" Goku said.

"Yeah, but obviously, I'm going to win this round, then beat Videl in the next round, which means the opponent I'll fight after that is you," Gohan said. "So, could you let me win?"

Videl looked up, suddenly. Like most people, she noticed whenever someone nearby said her name, even when it was part of another conversation. She walked up towards Goku and Gohan.

"Why do you want to win?" Goku asked.

"I need the money for something private," Gohan said.

Videl's mouth, which had partially opened to utter a greeting, clamped shut. She raised her eyebrows, interested, and she stopped behind Gohan.

"Oh, well, that's—"

Ask him what it is, Videl thought at Goku. She had finally learned how to transmit her thoughts telepathically, after a lesson from Vegeta. You see, Saiyan warriors invented the telepathic communication technique in order to help them win battles, so Vegeta was the best telepathic teacher Videl could find.

"I mean, sorry," Goku said. "But unless you tell me why you need the money, I'm not going to throw the fight. I hate cheating, you know!"

"It's for Videl," Gohan said. "I want to buy her a house."

"A house?" Videl asked. Then she clamped her hands over her mouth. "Whoops."

"Videl!" Gohan said, whirling around. "Were you spying on us?"

"No, I just walked up," Videl said. "Why do you want to buy me a house?"

"Well, not you, more like us," Gohan said. "I want to buy a house for us to live in! ...And I kinda wanted it to be a surprise..."

"Some surprise," Videl said. "Is this because I still live with my parents?"

"Kind of," Gohan said. "I'm sick of living in the dorms, and I was thinking we could rent an apartment together. But then I figured that you deserve more than just a crummy old apartment."

"That doesn't mean you have to go whole hog and buy a house," Videl said. "You know I'd be willing to live anywhere, as long as it's with you."

"Aw..." Goku said. "That's so sweet!"

"Dad!" Gohan said.

"Well, it is," Goku said. "When Chi-Chi and I first talked about getting a house, she just yelled at me."

"You should have told me earlier that you were thinking about this," Videl said. "I could help pay for something, you know."

"Yeah, I know," Gohan said. "I just...I dunno, it seemed like the right thing to do. I mean, you deserve something really special."

"I haven't done anything to deserve something special," Videl said. "Except maybe save the world a few dozen times...but you helped with that, too."

"I just like doing nice things for you, okay?" Gohan snapped.

Videl's eyes narrowed. "Goku, could you give us a minute alone together?" she asked.

"Sure," Goku said. "Try not to get upset at each other, okay? You're not scheduled to fight until the second round of the tournament."

Goku wandered off, trying to find the free fighters' buffet area.

"What the heck was that?" Videl asked.

"What was what?" Gohan asked.

"You got pissy with me, that's what!" Videl said.

"I did not!" Gohan said.

"You're acting weird, Gohan," Videl said, waving her finger at him. "Trying to buy a house without me knowing, getting mad for no reason—don't think I won't figure out why you're—oh, crap, Erasa's been talking to you, hasn't she?"

"Well...yeah," Gohan said. "She says that we need to take our relationship to the next level."

"Who cares if Erasa wants us to have sex?" Videl asked.

"Sex?" Gohan asked. "Is that what the next level is? I thought she was talking about buying real estate!"

Videl rolled her eyes. Gohan was a lot better than he was when he first came to Hercule City, but he was still a little unfamiliar with certain slang terms. "Why on Earth would you think that?" she asked.

"She talked about getting a place all to ourselves, with a nice big bed, and..." Gohan thought about what Erasa said. "Okay, maybe she was talking about sex."

Videl made a mental note to get some new, less pervy friends.

"But she's got a point," Gohan said. "I don't want to wait another four years until I get my teaching degree, before I start my life together with you."

Videl groaned in frustration. "What does that even mean?" she asked. "That our relationship now is a fake? That we're somehow not really living unless we're together?"

"All I know is that you're the person I want to spend the rest of my life with," Gohan said. "I want to get married and live with you. Why not start now?"

"Because we just got out of college, and we're dirt poor," Videl said. "But it's okay. I want that too, someday."

"Good," Gohan said. "I love you, you know."

"I knew that," Videl said. "I love you, too. Even if you were planning on sneaking around behind my back and buying a house with your championship earnings."

"I was going to ask you about the house, before I bought it," Gohan said. "I'm not that dumb."

"Not that dumb, huh?" Videl asked. "Get real, Gohan. You have to be a total idiot not to see the problem with that plan."

"Problem?" Gohan asked. "What are you talking about?"

Videl grinned. "You'll never make it to the championships this year. There's no way you're going to beat me in the second round."


Meanwhile, In Outer Space...

The two doctors stood outside the rejuvenation tank, watching the floating man inside.

"Is he ready?" the first doctor asked.

"Yes," the second doctor said. He pushed the necessary buttons, and the tank drained itself. The man inside took a deep breath as he woke up.

"This is your tenth consecutive trip to the rejuvenation tank!" the first doctor scolded. "Why does you push himself so hard?"

"You know these Saiyans," the other doctor said. "They always push themselves too far, in their quest to be the best."

"Actually, that's not true," the Saiyan said, shaking his head to get any rejuvenation tank goo out of his hair. "Don't you know? A Saiyan's power level increases dramatically when he recovers from a near-death experience."

"So?" the doctor asked.

"And the rejuvenation tank completely heals you from any near-death experience..." the Saiyan said, waving his hand in an explanatory manner.

"Oh! I get it!" the first doctor said. "You're purposely getting injured and using the rejuvenation tank to heal yourself!"

"Exactly," the Saiyan grinned. "I use the multi-form technique to injure myself, then I get back inside the rejuvenation tank. By now, my power level is over a thousand times larger than what it was a month ago! I tell you, this power-boosting method is more effective than any training technique could possibly be!"

"That's great, but do you think you could stop getting injured so often?" the second doctor said. "This is supposed to be a hospital, after all. Use the rejuvenation tanks at the local training center instead."

"That's okay," the Saiyan said, stepping down from the machine. "I don't need to use the rejuvenation tank again. My power level has already hit its maximum. It's time for me to finish my business on Earth."

"You mean—?" the doctor asked.

"Radditz is back," Radditz grinned. "And now, I will finally have revenge on my younger brother! Ha ha ha ha ha!"

There was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Radditz asked, annoyed. "You're interrupting my evil laugh!"

"It's me," Piccolo said, stepping into the room. "Look, Radditz, I know you want to make your triumphant return and be a major DragonBall Z villain again, but there's not enough time for you to do that. We're at the end of this story."

"We are?" Radditz asked.

"Yes, and besides, you weren't that good of a villain to begin with," Piccolo said. "I mean, I defeated in one move!"

"It was a lucky shot!" Radditz said.

"Oh, yeah?" Piccolo asked. Quick as a whip, he charged up an attack. "Special Beam Cannon!"

Piccolo's attack went squarely through Radditz's chest. The Saiyan collapsed backwards and smashed into the rejuvenation tank, breaking it into pieces.

"The rejuvenation tank!" the first doctor cried. "That thing costs five thousand dollars to replace, you idiot!"

"No!" Radditz gasped. "You—I thought that move takes five minutes to charge!"

"Yeah, I just made up that whole five minutes thing for dramatic effect," Piccolo said. "I never had to charge it in any of the other DBZ episodes, you know."

"Bleaurgh..." Radditz groaned, before dying.


The World Martial Arts Championships continued that day, as you would expect. Hercule beat Dende in the second round by picking Dende up and throwing him out of the ring, Goku had no major problems fighting Uub, and Videl kissed Gohan on national TV again.

"They do that every tournament," Erasa said to her fiancée. Her fiancée, by the way, was the actor who played Sharpener in Hercule Defeats Frieza. The real Sharpener found this to be rather annoying—"You'll go out with a fake me, but you won't go out with the real thing?" he asked—but he was too busy trying to win Barrette back to complain very much.

Kissing Gohan was Videl's secret strategy, in order to win the fight against him. The idea was that Gohan would be too distracted by the kiss to fight properly. That strategy probably would have worked with a guy like Sharpener, but Gohan was too focused of a fighter to let something like a kiss throw him off of his game.

Videl just shrugged as Gohan knocked her out of the ring. You can't win every battle, you know. Especially when you're battling a half-alien with superpowers.

The final round of the tournament was Hercule versus Goku. Goku let Hercule win that year, in their most popular battle yet.

The afterparty at Hercule's mansion was the very definition of large, and it lasted until three in the morning. If you went to the party—which you probably didn't—you would have found Videl and Gohan trying to hide outside, by the pool that was on the opposite side of the house.

"So..." Videl said, dipping her feet into the water. "If we did get married and have kids, what would call them?"

"I only want one child," Gohan said. "A little girl named Pan."

"Pan?"

"Yeah, she'll wear an orange bandana all the time, and she'll be the only thing close to a bright spot in an otherwise horrible TV show," Gohan said.

"Pan?"

"Yes, Pan," Gohan said. "What's wrong with the name Pan?"

"We are not naming our daughter after a cooking utensil," Videl said. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard of."

"Fine, what would you call her?" Gohan asked.

"Something better than Pan!" Videl said. "That's the worst girl's name ever!"

"I think it's cute," Gohan said.

"And what if we had a boy?" Videl asked. "What horrible name would you bestow upon him?"

"That's easy," Gohan said. "I'd name him after my good friend, Piccolo."

"You'd name our child after the green guy," Videl said, shaking her head. "See, this is why we shouldn't get married."

"Whatever," Gohan said. "You'd marry me, no matter what I'd name our kids."

And that's just what she did, two years later.

(She still refused to have a daughter named Pan, though.)

The End


Author's Note: Okay, that's the end of the story. Thanks to everyone for reading! It's been a wild and crazy ride, and I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!