EPISODE ONE - CEIT AMIOT
Ceit stands in awe at the rebuilt Tenkaichi Budokai arena. This wonder appeared over the last several months and tickets had sold out in minutes. Thousands of people gather to watch the first tournament in some 14 years. The previous champion, Mr Satan, has long retired. The event has been fully funded by one Mr. Evil Kai, and nobody suspects a thing of his dark and mysterious intentions. Infact, Cell himself, though once a terror to the world, has been completely forgotten by this new generation. The tournament arena and atmosphere are just like that of some many years ago, in a much simpler time.
But Ceit knows better...
He is well aware of what's in store...
The Changeling walks through the halls, dark green orbs taking in all that is around him. His upbringing was not around the Human world, but that of a space station far, far away. It was from this isolated existence that many things were taught to him, including the legend of Cell - a hybrid of the universe's greatest fighter's genes combined into one. If anyone could defeat such a figure, Ceit imagined the successor to Freiza could do it. He is one of the last Changelings in existence, and bred to have the potential to be of the strongest.
Ceit's invite was personal, as was most of the challengers that are at the arena today. All 15 fighters including Ceit have been hand selected from across the North Quadrant of the universe. This will be the first time in history the fighters have been chosen this way, much to the dismay of the organizers and the monks who own and run the tournament....
....but who's gonna argue with the sponsor! Especially when he is the one who shelled out ALL the expenses, including the prize money, and the rebuilding of the arena, and the modern equipment, finest dining facilities in the world, and the luxury accomodations for all those running the tournament, their employees, and families.
But Ceit know better....something is different, and it isn't just the fighters.
The roster is as follows:
1. Ceit Amiot
2. Poro Poro
3. Android Ochocinco
4. Lord Jumbo
5. Yokai Reizen
6. Ryodo
7. Chach
8. his brother Chachi
9. and their brother Chacha
10. Mason Titanstalker
...and 5 that have been brought back from Hell:
11. Nappa
12. Freiza
13. Garlic
14. Mystery Man Z
15. and, of course, Cell
Ceit has been randomly selected to be involved in the first fight of the Tenkaichi Budokai. The fight will be against Chach.
The underlying context was clear to likely all who were invited. The monks likely believed this tournament to be a battle to prove who is the strongest on their little speck of a planet. In reality, this figure known as Cell was using it as a cover to gather all competition and crush it. Why the Changeling was chosen was not hard for him to guess. The luxuries offered were a soft ploy to the destruction that awaited if they were all defeated. The tiers of power clashing at this level is a matter of universial dominance. Ceit's eyes scanned over the roster in a calculated manner, recognizing some of the names from his own teachings, though not nearly all of them. His eyes widened at one of the names on the roster. Freiza himself? What an interesting battle that might be to fight the one he was meant to replace.
Being called up to fight in the very first of the bouts, the Changeling offered a soft shrug, thinking little of it. Though it was not in his favor to show his power so early in the tournament, everyone would have to show their abilities at some point or another. Whether it was now, or later, he had no choice. He began to move to the stadium floor, looking for his current opponent to appear.
Out walks Evil Kai, who is announced loudly and with cheer as the tournament sponsor. He takes the microphone from the announcer.
"Welcome to the first and last of the new World Martial Arts Tournaments!"
Nobody seems to grasp at what was just said, and everyone dumbly cheers as if nothing had happened.
"Fools." Thought the Changeling, as he listened onward.
"I invited the strongest and bravest fighters in the world to come and challenge each other today.....but many of them couldn't make it. FOOLS!"
The crowd elicits a cheer, although somewhat confused at what was just said, but they smile dumbly and clap on none the less.
"No matter, Maj Uub, and Goku, Krillin, and the rest of them Z Fighters are probably too old and shrivelled to withstand today's fighters anyways. So let's have a grand tournament!"
He drops the microphone into the hands of the confused announcer and walks away as the crowd cheers on. The announcer announces the fight.
"From across the galaxy, Ceit Amiot!"
The crowd goes wild at the announcement.
The Changeling looks around at the crowd, his eye quirked in a quizzical manner. Did they even know who they were cheering for? No matter, they would all know his name well soon enough.
"Versus, from right here on Earth, Chach!"
The crowd goes wild again.
"Let the Tenkaichi Budokai begin! Fighters, do you know the rules?"
Chach lets out a grunt. This fighter stands six feet tall. His muscular physique looks menacing. He stares out with almost cold calculating eyes. He is much smaller than his brothers but none the less menacing to look at.
Ceit settles his gaze upon this Earthling, Chach. His mind immediately begins attempting to grasp the level of power that may be within the fighter's flesh, at the very least in relation to his own. He had little reason to think that a simple human could do much damage to a Changeling. Ceit stood at an unimposing 5'5", and he kept his hands in the pockets of his white jacket. A small nod was offered to the referee.
"...and remember, no killing! Let's begin!"
The light figure stands perfectly still for the moment, his hands remaining in his pockets despite the announcement that the fight would progress. He is the sort of person to gauge a person's ability to fight before going for outright destruction, and so the Changeling leaps forward in a simple fashion, swirling about in order to strike out with his tail, simply observing how quick he was.
Chach stands perfectly still and as the tail of his opponent swings towards him, he takes it head on. Or should I say fist on. Chach swings his fist into the tail and fist and tail collide. A huge booming noise echoes throughout the arena. The tournament was under way!
Ceit flicks his tail from the brushoff looking at the minor damage that was inflicted. The human was no weakling, and he was apparently unafraid of injuring himself, either. But so far Ceit hadn't seen what the man's preference of combat was, and so he waited for the man's own attack.
"Now lets see what kind of mice you are made out of......POWERRRRRRRR UUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPP."
The arena splits all around Chach, and he begins to glow a bright red. Hmmm... someone's been training these Humans.
The Changeling watches as the figure moves to power up, and decides to take things in a different route. He focuses a portion of his ki into his own body, intending to make himself a good degree faster than his opponent so that he might maintain an edge over him.
"What was that, a fairy dance? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHH!" Chach charges at Ceit with lightning speed flailing his fists and legs in the fanciest martial arts seen in tournament in over a decade.
Attempting to try out his newfound speed by simply avoiding the man's attacks, Ceit begins weaving around each of the strikes, if able to.
Fists fly and feet flail and Ceit Amiot weaves in and out of punch after punch until....SMASH, SMASH, SMASH, SMASH, SMASH. Ceit goes flying towards the edge of the ring before regaining his balance.
"He he he. Mousey."
Ceit manages to avoid quite a few hits, though toward the end, gets caught off guard and smashed into fairly well. The Changeling strikes the ground a distance away before flipping back to his feet. No words escape his mouth, regardless of the taunts. He decides for the moment that an attempt at ki damage would possibly be his best bet. He begins to charge both hands for an assualt, double ki beam attack.
"WHA....." The beast of a man is taken completely off guard not expecting such a brazen attack so early in the tournament. He barely has time to put his arms in front of him. But the blast strikes dead on and the force knocks Chach off his feet and well past the boundary of the ring. He only barely is able to gain some air-footing and repel the attack before his body smashes into the stands which could cause a ring out. As soon as things look safe, yet another blast hits him dead on. Braced from the first attack, he takes this one cradled into his arms in front of him. The blast knocks him back a few more feet. There is now only inches between himself and the stadium stands.
As the smoke settles and the blast disipates, the once proud and upright Chach is covered in scorch marks. His arms have been eaten away at a few iches to the bone. The image is not PG rated.
"Even a mouse has teeth," the Changeling retorts with a flat expression, not appearing happy with the outcome. The man was still alive, afterall, and not out of the ring. He found himself in a defensive position, awaiting what the man would have in store for him.
Chach begins his ascent into the air. Blood trickles down with every inch he climbs. "I WILL NOT BE BEATEN IN THE FIRST ROUND. NEEEVVVVEEERRRRR........KAAAAAMEEEEEEEHAAAAMEEEEE......." It is inevitable what comes next.
Briefly considering the man's opening move, and his current desperation, and though he had ki reserves left, and remembering the man had powered up to his full extent early on and had yet to attack him with the built energy, Ciet concludes this was likely to be an attack with most, if not all of that power. Fighting it back with only half of his own strength would not be wise, and so Ceit waits for the last minute to dodge. But it is to no avail. The beam was barely released when it already was inches from his head. Ceit Amiot takes the hit square in the face before he has time to begin to lift his body out of the way. The blast drops the Changeling backward in an arched back position. The curve in his spine as the blast showers his pearly whites is something only contortionists have ever done. The back of Ceit's head is shoved deeper and deeper, inch by inch, into the arena pavement. When the shockwave subsides, the Changeling straightens himself slowly.
"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! NOW YOU WILL DIE. OH YES, YOU WILL DIE!"
The announcer from the box in the distance shouts, "Remember, no killing!"
Ceit begins to straighten, the half helmet made out of his own hardened skin has a crack running along it now. The Changeling squares his eyes on the figure dangerously before charging his energy once again. Though he hears the announcer ring out about not killing, he reasons that he could have no idea when the man will drop. Charging energy into his hands once again, he dashes forward briefly, closing the gap before releasing the built up energy into another pair of ki beams.
"Oh no you don't. Not this time!"
The brazen Chach knows he is spent energywise, and doesn't plan to take another blast like the last one. He dodges swiftly to the right. "Already in the air, such a breeze," is what he is thinking to himself.
But not so. The first blast hits him right in the leg, ripping a hole right through it. The second blast is right to the torso. It hits square on. A hundred or so foot drop, Chach smashes into the arena head first, bounces three times, and skids to a stop near the announcer. Ceit Looks on as his opponent is sent flying towards the arena floor. "What a moron," was the thought that crossed his mind. Between the two of them, he clearly had the speed advantage. Regardless, it mattered nothing now.
The tournament referees crowd around Chach.
"He needs a doctor! Get him the medic! Stat!"
The announcer rushes to the ring and attempts to grab Ceit's hand. "OUR WINNER!!!!!!!" As the announcer rushes to him, he allows the man to grab his hand and lift it up, letting the performance go. These people may as well enjoy their last few days as free people. The crowd goes half crazy wild over the winning of the first battle of the tournament. And what a fight!