In the day bright and sunny, everything seemed fine and dandy, as it had been for the past 75 years or so. With the city bustling and full of energy, the whole city seemed to be preparing for something big. This something big was yet another one of the many world martial arts tournaments that took place in satan city. Even after goku and the z fighter's have left this plane where the mortals live, the battles continued. Since their departure from life, many people have claimed the victors crown, but none where nearly strong enough for the desires of Android 23. He had come here looking for strong heroes to join team that would work as a new z fighter group, but so far, all he saw where cocky martial artist who thought they where something special. Sitting in the waiting room, the smell of cigars, a mix of foods and drinks all filled the air, utterly irritating the blue haired boy.
"*sigh* I wish we could just get this started"
"*sigh* I wish we could just get this started"