Zekin was silent as he stood in the center of the marble square ring, his tail was wrapped snugly over his belt and looked like a second belt to anyone ignorant to his race. The roar of the crowd was hardly registering to him, the only thing he could see was the opponent standing in front of him. His opponent was about the size of a semi truck and had the muscles to boot to hit like one. However Zekin was far from worried about him, the fact was the man had a power level of ten at best which was higher then usual for humans, it meant he was a step above other humans but not by much. The fight had been announced already, in fact as of six minutes ago both of them had not moved an inch from their current spot. Zekin was waiting for the large man who was named Boulder simply to make the first move and Boulder was hesitant to move from his spot. Zekin hardly blamed him really, his defensive position was perfect and not one spot was left unprotected, and this alone caused a rather nasty second doubt that could lose you a fight. However it was apparent that the large bulk of a man was getting over his fears, because Zekin could hear his voice carrying over the crowd.
"Your goeng downt little man."
The crowd gave a roar of approval but neither the crowd nor Boulder could shake Zekin in the least, fact was he entered this competition in search of formidable opponents but the problem was there were none on his level. If of course the prize money was nice and lasted him a time, and the fame he had was sort of nice, people definitively knew his name, however he longed for a fight that was worth his time, a fight that could test his skills and power level on. Long ago there were Saiyans very much like him on this planet, probably the most famous of all their race Goku, Vegeta and the Z Warriors, exceptional humans and Namekian alike in skill and power. Zekin had come to earth to seek out these men and woman, but found that all of them had long passed on to the great beyond. Zekin had originally been disheartened over this, for such great warriors to die was a sad day, however Zekin had decided that he would remain on earth and become one of its new hero's when the time called for it. Back then it was a boy will foolish dreams, but he could not deny he had become attached to this place, and often enjoyed spending time with the inhabitants, especially of the female persuasion.
Through bad or worse his name was well known around the world, for he was the reigning champ of the Worlds Martial Arts Tournament for seven years running, and he enjoyed it even if he often found himself longing for an actual friend who didn't like him for his fame. That was the downside in either terms, even with all the fame and the money, it didn't change the fact that he was alone and nothing probably ever would. Zekin was however throw from his thoughts at the vibration of the ring under his feet, looking back in front of him Boulder had apparently found his nerve because he was rolling towards him like a large rock down a hill side. Zekin silently unfolded his arms and let his fingers spread as Boulder was a couple feet out, Zekin saw the large arm raise, supposedly to knock him out of the competition, to bad for Boulder that would never become reality. As the large muscle bound arm made its way for Zekin's face he merely put his hand up and with one finger he caught the punch and stopped it like a steel wall.
Boulder was taken aback immediately as he attempted to push his arm forward, to the point where his feet were moving but backward as if attempting to move a building but failing ultimately in the attempt. Finally giving up the attempt Boulder brought back his arm and then went into a punching and kicking frenzy of sluggish awkward blows, Zekin blocked every blow with one finger as he slowly took calculated steps back towards the end of the ring. Boulder was definitively like a bull when he fought, strong attacks meant to cripple his foes and subdue them, easy to say it would have worked on a normal human for sure, an the more he failed the angrier he seemed to get which was a bad combination for fighting. As Zekin came to the edge of the ring Boulder seemed to be thinking he could trick him into falling off, but Zekin was more then aware of it, upon reaching the edge Zekin slowly backed over it as he used his levitation to balance himself his toes touching the edge of the ring, it looked as if he was balancing himself as apposed to flying to keep from falling out.
The crowd was in an uproar over the fight and some cheered for Boulder most cheered for him, but the applause and yelling was far from Zekin's mind as at the last second he lowered his hand purposely so that one of Boulder punched could strike him directly across the face. Zekin faked as if he had been struck hard and fell backwards, the people yelled at his impending defeat, however as soon Zekin left the ring he did a half back flip and placing his hand on the edge of the ring he brought his foot up and struck Boulder in the jaw, the large man was instantly lifted from his feet and flew across the ring and struck the barrier beside the cheering crowd and smacked the grass thus ending his attempt at winning the competition. Slowly changing his direction Zekin let his feet hit the ring as the crowd was going crazy over the semi final fight, Zekin merely put his hand in the air towards the crowd as they cheered for him, letting a smile cross his face he slowly walked off the ring as the announcer spoke enthusiastically about the fight, returning to the back so that the next match could get started.
Walking to his personal room Zekin swiped his hand across the security panel and then walked in, his room was large with a lounge area, a training room, a sauna and bath and a place to relax after fights. The T.V. in the corner allowed him to view the fights in between, switching it on he silently took a seat in front of it. However he did not pay a lot of attention to it because something was wrong, he didn't know how he knew but he could feel it. He had felt it long before arriving for today's tournament, and it seemed to be getting a lot worse as time passed on. It disturbed him when he felt like this, because it was the same feeling he had right before the planet he had lived on before this was abruptly blown to pieces by a foe he had never seen. The event had often plagued his mind, and the loss of his parents and some of the last remaining Saiyans of their race whom he had been close with angered him, to know that they died unjustly like they had and he could do nothing but flee in his parents ship on their command.
Sometimes he thought that he was the only Saiyan left in the universe and that he would die alone, and that his race would die with him, never to be known again. As hard as he searched he could not find any remains of the Saiyan race on earth. Perhaps he was not looking hard enough but he could not find any of the ones he knew to live on this planet. He had thought of leaving Earth before, he always felt like he did not belong here even thought he loved the planet, but the fact was it was not his people or his true home which he had lost. Zekin lay his head back on the chair in which he sat, removing the sunglasses from his face he set them on the table and let his eye's close as he tried to find peace within himself, as impossible as it was, he often thought of his family and his friends of old and that alone kept him going on this planet. An in the end that was all he truly had close to himself.