Saga 1: Two Brothers
World Martial Arts Tournament
The Tournament was once more a staple of the world's entertainment, dozens of fighters from around the globe had come to participate, each seeking personal fame and glory. Individuals from all walks of life and martial arts backgrounds competed with one another, vying for the top spot. Now finally nearing the final dozen fights of the tournament, the semi finals were all that remained before the grand finale. Crowds cheered loudly as competitors entered the stage, eager to see a display of power like nowhere else on the planet. It had been years since the final threat to the Earth, Majin Buu, was defeated. The earth's saviors, Saiyans as the world had come to learn, had integrated into their society. So much so that there were perhaps a dozen known halfbreeds, though none coming anywhere near in the strength of the previous generations. As a result a long span of peace had begun, spanning twenty seven years so far. Long since gone were the spectacular battles of the Saiyans, but seeing pure martial arts was just as entertaining, and certainly made for more fighters to show up.
An older man entered the stage first, incredibly large in size. The Boulder was the pseudonym the man went under, and his massive stature fit the name quite well. He was tanned and greatly muscled, winning the majority of his fights due to his sheer size alone. He was clad in a simple large cloth around his waist, briefs underneath one hoped. Clearly proud to show off his large physique, even if it meant a ridiculous outfit. It was no surprise the man had made it thus far, and he was a crowd favorite. The Boulder stomped his feet eagerly, throwing a fist into the air and inciting a rouse of cheers from the audience. In truth he was eager to be famous, and wasn't shy of showing it. Laughing cheerfully as he greeted what he considered his adoring fans, he largely ignored his opponent coming to the stage. After all, who was left to really pose a challenge to him?
A young boy of seventeen made his way to the ring, not showing any real signs of recognition at the cheers directed towards him. It was annoying really, the noise and drama that went into this competition. Half of the people, men and women alike, that he had fought so far hardly made him break a sweat. The boy was largely unimposing, despite the fact he was of Saiyan descent. A nest of long, black and wild hair sat ontop of his head, the better portion of which was fastened into a band to hold it back. He kept his tail concealed beneath the top of his outfit, hating to draw attention for it. The boy wore a navy blue set of training gear, similar in what Goku used to wear, a light cloth top and bottom. The top featured a serpent insignia over the left breast, an unknown master's symbol one would guess. Along the edges of the top was a yellow trim, and the top was fastened closed with a black belt around his midsection. Both of his hands were encompased in black cloth gloves with extra padding around the forearm and back of the hand. He stood on the stage before the larger man, smirking a bit before bowing. He was ready to begin, but of course the formalities had to be taken care of first. Patiently he waited for the announcer, not bothering to assume a stance.