“Please! Let me go!” a man shrieked as he was being held up by his shirt by a large whitish-brown fist. The man wore a greyish-type tuxedo with a matching tie and a white shirt underneath. He kicked his black-shoed feet and jerked his gray-haired, gray-mustached, and black glasses-worn head trying to get to freedom but it was useless when held up by the muscled arm and the matching hand.
“I will when you tell me where that confounded tournament is!” the other man said, the alley shadows only making him a vague outline except for his arm and a side of his bald-headed face.
“I-It’s over there!!” the man that could have been a rag doll in the other man’s hold screamed and with a shaky arm, pointed in the direction of the questioned place. The muscular man’s lips formed into a smirk.
“Good.”
That was when he finally released the squirming figure and threw him to the ground outside the dark alley.
“MAKE WAAAAYYYY!!!” Pan yelled as she led the group as they ran to make it to the tournament.
Only a few of the people in the crowd moved aside which led to the Z warriors having to run, zigzagging around single pedestrians.
Bulma, Bra, Chichi, Morron, and Goku stayed behind in their own little group.
“You four should get going to the entrance so that you can get your seats,” Goku told them.
They nodded randomly then Goku placed two fingers on his forehead and disappeared with little sound effects.
Yamcha just ran around a brown shorthaired woman holding hands with a small girl when Goku suddenly appeared and ran with him.
A woman, seeing this, screamed and began hitting Goku repeatedly with her purse and holding up a golden cross on her necklace.
Goku ceased his running and eyed the woman inquiringly. The woman, seeing that the purse was doing no damage whatsoever to the so-called “demon”, she threw her pink purse up in the air then ran away screaming.
Yamcha stood next to Goku and said as blankly as Goku looked at the moment, “And I thought Bulma was strange…”
Pan all of a sudden skidded to a stop, followed by the rest of the warriors and also a few other people planning to participate in the tournament.
“Ooohhh maannn…” was the first thing that came out of her mouth as she eyed the huge line.
Trunks, seeing the crowd of people entering the tournament from a distance, slowed down and came to a halt.
“I just hope that crowd dies down in less than fifteen minutes…” he said to himself.
Then, a man came flying through the air and landed at his feet. He looked up at the young teenager then back at an alley then crawled away quickly.
The purple-haired teenager looked at where the man had just exited from and lifted an eyebrow. Slowly, a figure walked out of its shadows. The now-confirmed man was huge; he owned a muscular stomach, muscular arms, muscular everything. You’d think that every part of him was pure muscle. To top it off, it didn’t appear that he had any hair on him either save the fact that he had black eyebrows. A black pair of shorts-type thing was worn on him yet the outfit was not cut to cover any part of the legs.
For what seemed like forever, yet was only a minute or so in reality, the two stared at each other. The man had a fierce glare that almost matched that of Trunks’. Neither of them scrutinized each other’s appearance but only held their glare at the other’s eyes. Each of them wondered who the other was and what would be held in his own near future.
As if releasing the tension, Trunks let go of the man’s dark gaze and walked back to rejoin his friends.
The man watched Trunks’ back momentarily, shook his head slightly, then walked out of the alley, going about his own business.
"Name," a short man standing behind a table holding a pen said.
The man at the head of the line said, "Taki."
"Do you know what 'taki' means in Japanese?" Trunks whispered with a smirk to Kristy.
Kristy's eyes looked over at her 'brother.'
"And do you know what 'trunks' means in English?"
"Okay, so what if I'm named after men's underwear?
At least I'm not named after…err…Chris!" Pan gives him a confused look.
"Who's Chris?"
"Exactly!"
"Trunks, you’re my 'brother' and everything, but can you please shut up?"
To be continued…