>>6195642“Wh-What? Where is the stage?!” you exclaim, it taking your brain moments to process what you're seeing. Where there WAS a stage is a nearly-perfect square hole, carved deep into the earth. “What happened here?”
“It was the final match of the previous tournament. Tien Shinhan's big attack, the Kikoho. He used it to destroy the arena, leaving Krillin no place to touch down. Meaning he lost by ring out, as Tien can fly.”
“Mmmm. The Crane School's Sky Dancing technique. A useful skill, in the right circumstances.” you say, but then freeze in place as you feel it. Suddenly your entire body warns you of danger, of a threat headed for you. SO, without questioning it or explaining what you feel, you turn, grabbing the announcer and dashing deeper inside the building. Slapping your other hand carefully over his mouth and turning the corner, your heart rate skyrocketing. “Something's coming. Stay quiet.”
“Wow! Someone blue up the arena!” a child's voice calls, you gesturing to the announcer to remain quiet as you strain to listen. Then, from presumably down in the hole as the voice echoes back up. “This hole's DEEP!”
“Let us hide.” you whisper, the announcer nodding. Gesturing to a pile of rubble, then moving, sneaking in behind it with practiced ease. Which makes you think he'd been doing this even when the Demon King was still alive. You follow him, ducking into the hidden alcove. But then after a moment you hear what sounds like another child, this one more male-sounding shout out.
“Dad, Mom, come look!” it shouts, you and the announcer sharing confused looks. Who would come to this place? And, more importantly, why are these voices making you fear for your life? You hadn't been this terrified when facing Piccolo's hitman, Tambourine. So why does your body tremble so? “Look, there were more fighting stages inside!”
“This is where the preliminary matches were held, as Earth's World Martial Arts Tournament only had eight competitors who got the 'honor' of fighting on the main stage before the crowd.” another voice, this one clearly older says. Whoever it is, they are clearly knowledgeable about this tournament. But who could this be? “Only other martial artists could watch these preliminary matches, gauging the strengths of whoever they'd eventually face before the crowds outside.”
“It's a shame this place is all abandoned, I was rather looking forward to seeing how differently techniques of Earth evolved in this timeline.” yet another, older masculine voice says as you hear the sound of boots on the stage, then the girl's voice from earlier calls out a challenge.
“Then let's have our own tournament! Me an' you Maz, let's go!” the girl challenges, you hear another pair of booted feet land on the stage. “Hey, you wanna referee? Since you know so much about the earth tournament?”
