Bringer of Death

*World Championships Saga, Part 2: The Prequels*

*World Championships Saga, Part 2: The Prequels*

"Calling Krillin and Pintar to ring number 3," an announcer spoke, as

the large viewscreen displayed their names. The formerly-bald earthling

looked around curiously, then noticed a middle-eastern heavyset man

approaching, looming nearly ten feet tall.

"So...which one of you pipsqueaks is Krillin!?" bellowed the towering

figure.

"That would be me," the friendly cyborg replied. "Ready to get to it?"

But Pintar merely pushed past him into the ring, snorting with laughter.

Krillin didn't bristle at being disrespected, but it had rubbed him the

wrong way. He glanced at his wife. The blonde cyborg shrugged.

"Fighters ready? And begin!" the referee said.

As other competitors began gathering around to see the David vs Goliath

match, Pintar began his boasting. "You're so dead, little man. I'm gonna

squash you like a bu—" the giant's words were cut short as he fell to

his knees, the victim of a single gut punch.

Krillin gave a slight grin before bowing and leaving the platform to the

audience's shock and awe.

"Okay...and Krillin is the victor by one-hit KO," the announcer confirmed.

"Next match on ring 7, #18 against Ranfan," another tournament staffer

called out from across the room.

The female android hurried to take her place in the arena, where she was

face to face with, surprisingly, another woman.

"Well, shit," her opponent murmured, seeing 18.

Ranfan wore a blue top and grey athletic pants, and was a woman of

around 50 years old. In spite of that, years of being a seductress and

an athlete had only further refined her attractiveness. #18 entered the

ring wearing her jeans, black shirt with white sleeves—certainly not the

typical fighting attire either.

"Just my luck...a girl," the purple haired veteran said to herself.

"Well, here goes anyway..."

"Ready, and begin!" the ref said.

"Hey there, sweetie..." Ranfan began, taking a seductive pose and

letting her pants ride down on her left hip, revealing her red thong.

"You sure are cute, you know that?"

#18 raised up straight, caught off guard. "Excuse me?"

Ranfan began running her fingers through her hair and slowly

approaching. "I mean how gorgeous can you get? Your skin is so flawless,

and your curves..." she giggled, "...they're just divine!" The

purple-haired lady then began to pull her shirt over her head, revealing

a black lace bra underneath. "What do you think of mine?"