Crackhead Determination Ch.15

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“I’m so excited!” Goki punched her palm with a wild grin on her face. She wore her Turtle Hermit Gi with a blue undershirt and blushish boots. It was her iconic clothing; in my eyes, she never looked better. “I’ve never won a tournament; today is gonna be the day I do!”

“Good luck with that,” I said with a fake smile. She absolutely would not be winning this tournament, not after she begged me to compete as well. There was no way she would manage to beat me…unless I threw the match, and that wouldn’t be an intelligent thing to do at all.

Not only would I feel like shit for doing it, Goki wouldn’t let me hear the end of it, and I could see her getting seriously mad at me for such a thing.

So, this tournament had been decided before anyone had even signed up. I was going to win, and I was going to splurge with that oh-so-beautiful prize money. It wasn’t nearly as much as it would be, come the Buu saga, but the money was still great, and I didn’t have much.

Only the money Kami procured when I asked him for some, but he doesn’t like to do that because it ruins the Earthling’s economy.

Look at Kami, actually caring about his worshippers…somewhat.

“I wonder who else is going to show up.” Krillin hummed cheekily, rubbing under his nose-

Or lack of one.

“If I had to guess, probably the strong guys we fought last time; look, there’s King Chappa!” Yamcha grinned, pointing at the dark-skinned man. King Chappa looked over to our group, gave a quiet nod and a smirk, and continued talking to another competitor.

My eyes narrowed slightly at Yamcha. The guy was still looking at these scrubs as competition?! Was he weaker than I initially assessed?

No, that wasn’t fair to him, I suppose. They aren’t fighting alien pirates aiming to wipe out their race yet.

“I look forward to seeing how strong you’ve all grown.” Tien closed all three eyes and smiled. “Especially you, Goki. I can tell you’ve grown strong, but I want to see with my own eyes just how strong.”

Goki grinned madly at the triclops before a ping of ki hit both her and my senses. Our heads snapped towards the offender to see Piccolo Jr. standing there with a smug smirk.

The others were slower, looking around confused for a while before finally noticing the green slug man that stuck out like a sore thumb.

“U-Uh…guys? Is it j-just me, of is that King P-Piccolo?” Krillin asked in a cold sweat—undoubtedly having a flashback of getting Tambourined.

Poor guy.

“It looks a lot like him.” Tien glared at the Namekian, only increasing Piccolo Jr’s smirk.

“It’s his offspring,” I announced, their eyes snapping to me. “Before King Piccolo died, he spat out an egg, a true offspring of his that inherited his strength and will.”

“Then you’re saying…King Piccolo is back?” Yamcha asked, sweat dripping down his forehead.

“Yeah.” Goki nodded, but her face was grave as she stared down the turban-wearing Namekian. “Although he’s different and more than that, he’s stronger than King Piccolo.”

“You’re kidding!” Chiaotzu stepped back, hiding behind Tien. Oh yeah, he died as well, didn’t he? How did that happen again? I honestly don’t remember.

“Do you think you can take him, Goki?” Tien asked, never taking his eyes off of Piccolo Jr.

“I know I can.” She grinned, and it seemed that was enough for Tien. He removed his eyes from the threat and looked at Goki.

“I’ll take your word for it, but if I get paired up against him, I’ll take him out myself.” Tien declared, and while I had to admit his confidence was admirable, he was grossly underestimating Piccolo or overestimating himself, which was the height of arrogance.

“Mhm, but be careful.” Goki took her eyes from Piccolo, looking at me. “After all, he’s not my main concern in this tournament.” Her eyes glinted with a fiery challenge that I couldn’t/wouldn’t turn down.

“I look forward to seeing you in the finals, Goki.” I offered her my hand, and she grasped it, giving it a firm shake.

“I like the confidence, but I intend to win this one.” Tien smiled, walking away with Chiaotzu following him.

“I plan on giving it my best two!” Krillin thumped his chest, and honestly, I found it incredible that he still considered himself a reasonable part of this tournament.

“You don’t stand a chance, Krillin.” Chi-Chi walked in. We hadn’t seen her all day, and she was still in her room whenever we left the hotel. I guess her masturbating to Goki, and I left her exhausted.

Oh yes, I heard them, both Chi-Chi and Bulma both. I was a Namekian, after all, and I would honestly have to disown myself if I couldn’t hear such a loud action.

“I do two!” Krillin shot back with a rare moment of courage that died in the face of Chi-Chi’s scowl.

Chi-Chi was also wearing the turtle hermit gi, much like all of Master Roshi’s students, with the exception of Tien and Chiaotzu. However, she wore a long-sleeved black compression shirt under it and martial arts slippers over white socks.

The daughter of the Ox King ignored the bald monk, settling for glaring at me before she looked toward Goki with a fair bit of shame.

“...G-Goki, I-”

“All competitors, it’s about that time!” One of the Tournament organizers announced with a megaphone that left me covering my ears in pain. “Please make your way over to me to begin drawing lots.”

“Seems like it’s time.” Yamcha punched his palm, walking forward, and we all followed.

We were toward the end of the line, and I liked it that way. I pointed my finger discreetly at the bowl containing the pieces of paper as I began to set up the matches to my liking.

Was this cheating? Yes. Did I care? No.

I wasn’t doing it so I could have easier matches or anything; I was doing it so Goki and Piccolo would fight in the semi-finals, and I would be on the other side of the bracket to fight the winner.

I had complete faith in Goki winning, but if Piccolo somehow pulled a win out of his ass, I would shut him the fuck down and kick his ass until he turned good.

A fool-proof plan indeed.

Eventually, it got to the point where we all drew our lots and returned to a corner.

“What number did you get?” Goki asked, peeking over my shoulder on her tiptoes to see a bolded number 256.

“Woah, nice! I have number two!”

“Numbers one and two, please proceed to ring #1.” One of the organizers announced, and Goki gave a quick wave before jumping from our side of the large room to the ring. Nobody wished her luck, and I didn’t even pay attention to the fight as I heard, “Contestant Number 2, Goki advances.”

“Woah, that was too quick.” Krillin laughed. “Sucks to be that guy.”

I chuckled at his words, not that I was laughing with him, but at him. If Goki wanted to, she could be Krillin with only a bit more effort than she needed on that one piece of fodder she had just fought.

Goki walked over to us, grinned, and held a peace sign. “Hehe!”

“Nice job, Goki.” Tien complimented with a smile and a nod. “You’ve certainly grown much stronger.”

Goki grinned and was about to say something, but the announcer spoke again.

“Contestants number 29 and 30, please proceed to ring #10.”

“Ah, that’s me.” Krillin rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

“Good luck, Krillin!” Goki cheered, the bald man giving her a wave as he hopped into the ring.

“I had not expected to face you here so soon.” The brown-skinned man, King Chappa, grinned at Krillin. “I look forward to seeing how much you’ve grown.”

“As do I, King Chappa!” Krillin dropped into his stance, and the older man followed his lead, taking his own martial arts stance.

“Begin!”

Both rushed at each other, clashing forearms, before King Chappa threw a quick strike at Krillin’s face, the bald man ducking under-

It was then that I turned away and stopped giving a fuck. Focusing on the fight made it seem like they were moving in slow motion, making the fight more boring, and there were better sights to spend my time observing.

Like Goki’s ass, or her tits, or her face, any of the three were a hundred times more interesting than Krillin’s fight. I settled for looking at the former of the three options. Goki had caught me staring but just smiled and continued watching Krillin’s fight.

What a woman I had.

“The winner is #30, Krillin!”

The tournament continued like this: everyone in the group would go up against the fodder they had to fight, and it would end rather quickly. Of all the fights, Krillin and King Chappa had been the most interesting, which didn’t speak well for the tournament as a whole, but that all changed when-

“Contestant #2, Goki, and Contestant #30, Krillin, please proceed to Ring #1.” The announcer said, his little eyes scanning between both fighters. His smile told me he was just as happy about seeing this fight as I was.

Until now, everything had been rather dull, but seeing Goki and Krillin have a nice fight would be interesting, to say the least.

“You ready, Krillin?” Goki asked, smiling from ear to ear as they made their way to the ring.

“Yeah, just like old times, Goki.” Krillin held his fist, and Goki bumped it as they entered the ring. Both of them went to opposite ends, the smiles wiping off their faces as they dropped into their stances.

“Begin!”

Krillin rushed forward, throwing a punch that Goki blocked quickly. The bald student of Roshi threw a barrage of punches, each getting slapped away by Goki as she stood her ground. Eventually, Goki slipped in an attack of her own, hitting Krillin in his face and sending him flying backward.

“Argh!”

Krillin slowly rose to his feet, wiping some blood from his mouth; all the while, Goki stared at him, waiting for his next move.

“I should have known fighting you would be tough, Goki.” Krillin laughed. Everyone in the crowd raised an eyebrow, and I was no exception.

Was he going to give up?

“You’re amazing, Goki; you always have been.” He admitted, looking down as his hands came together before he pulled them to his side.

He’s doing that inside?!

“But I have no intention of losing to you! Kaaa!”

Goki clenched her fists with a smile and thumped her chest. “Then give me everything you got, Krillin!”

“Meeee!”

“Haaaa!”

“Meeeee!”

“HAAAAAAA!”

The blue wave of ki was launched towards Goki, the Saiyan girl grunted as she reached her hands out and caught it, trying her best to stop the wave.

Slowly, she was getting pushed out of bounds. Everyone watched in awe-filled silence as Goki was pushed back more and more. I looked back to see Piccolo watching intently. I grinned at the guy, and he caught me staring and grunting before looking back at the fight.

Such a tsundere.

“HAAA!” Goki screamed, redirecting the wave upwards and it blasted through the ceiling. The Saiyan wasted no time, rushing Krillin and hitting him hard in the gut, sending him flying out of the ring.

“The winner is Contestant #2, Goki!”

— Chapter End —

Author’s Note: Alright, this one was really boring to write, and I hope it isn’t as boring to read. I hope I can make things heat up in the actual tournament viewed by the public next chapter. Having Bulma, Roshi, Launch, etc in the crowd should fix it.