No Small Matter!! Chibi Trunks

Mouths hang open. The crowd stares in awe at the ruined punching machine, now resting at its new location, partially embedded in a brick wall.  Vegeta turns and walks away.  The crowd fearfully parts for him.  Gohan, "Aw, he wrecked it..."  Man, "I-I'm going home, if he'll be competing." He turns and leaves.  Gohan simply smiles.  "Can't take him anywhere..."  Videl gasps and looks up at him.  "H-hey!  Aren't you surprised at that?"  Gohan turns to her.  "Huh?"  Videl, "That guy destroyed the punch machine, after all!"  Gohan, "Y-yeah, I was surprised."  VIdel clenches her fists.  "I don't believe it!  That whole group...  I think they're all in the same party, and they all got around 200 points!  Yet up until them, the 137 points recorded by my Papa was the highest score!"  Gohan, "Oh, really?"

The fat man in charge of the eliminations holds up his microphone, still a little shaky after what he's just witnessed.  "Uh... uh, those of you who have yet to go through the preliminary, please wait just a moment.  We are preparing a new punch machine for you."  Goku, "Hey, Vegeta!  There's a Junior Division, where the kids are entered into, that's about to start.  Wanna go watch?"  Vegeta, "Hmph.  Sure, why not?  It beats hanging around in this crummy place.  The five of them start walking and the few people who are even still in the way quickly clear out.  Videl watches them angrily.  "Here they come.  I'd like to know what the story is with this group"  Goku grins as they approach, making a surprised sound (kind of like "huh?!" in general meaning, I guess).  Videl, "Huh!?"  They stop at Gohan and Videl.  Goku, "Hey, the friend you mentioned was a girl?  This is a girl, right?"  Gohan smiles.  "Y-yes."  Videl looks up at Gohan.  "Huh?"  Gohan, "This is my friend Videl-san."  Kuririn laughs.  "Nice going, there!  She's pretty cute, isn't she?"  Gohan holds up his hand.  "No see... That's not..."  Goku, "Trunks and the others' matches are about to start, so we're gonna go watch them."  The group starts walking again.  "You hurry up and get your preliminary taken care of."  Gohan, "Right!"  Videl just stares as they leave.  Gohan, "How long before the preliminaries start again?"  Videl turns to him with an angry expression.  "You know them?"  Gohan, "Hm?  Yeah.  The one wearing the bright orange-colored gi was my father."  Videl, "Huh?  Y-you said your father was dead!"  Gohan, "Y-yeah, that's right.  That's why he had that ring over his head, see?"  He gestures to an imaginary halo over his own head.  "What is the deal with you people?"

The announcer steps up onto the fighting platform as the crowd roars.  "And so, the reopening of the long-closed Tenkaichi Budokai is about to begin!"  The crowd cheers.  "First, the younger kids, those fifteen and under, will compete for victory in the Junior Division!  And though it may be the Junior Division, the prize for First Place is ten million zeni!  The prize for second place is five million zeni!  Further, the youngster who wins the division will, as a special attraction... What's this!?  How wonderful!  He will get to fight with him as a special present!  And by him, of course I mean..."  He turns and holds out his arm.  "...The Champion of the Tenkaichi Budokai, Mister Satan!"  And the crowd, of course, cheers even louder.  A bunch of small machines by the door to a building on the ground level suddenly spit out a bunch of steam and Mr. Satan jumps through the cloud.  He holds his arms up, screaming.  The crowd begins chanting, "SA-TA-N!  SA-TA-N!  SA-TA-N!"  He throws his cape back and begins running, and when he reaches the platform, he leaps into the air, soaring over the announcer's head.  He flips in the air and comes down on the platform, but as he lands, his feet slip out from under him and he lands on his back, his eyes bulging.  The crowd just completely stops, their cheerful expressions frozen on their faces, but no longer chanting (or making any other sound).  Satan rolls around on the stage, groaning in pain and clutching his head.  He kicks his feet a bit and finally ends up in a duck-and-cover type pose.  Announcer, "Are you alright?"  Low murmurs of surprise and confusion travel through the crowd, but for the most part, everyone is still silent.  Satan suddenly becomes aware of where he is and who's watching him again.  He suddenly stops the groaning and everything is silent before he jumps back up, hands on his hips, and proclaims, "Joke!  Joke!!"  He laughs, and the crowd cheers again.  One man, "Great!"  The chant begins again.  "SA-TA-N!  SA-TA-N!"  Announcer, "Nice joke, Mr. Satan!"  He holds the microphone up to Satan, who sort of...half-laughs, I guess.  Kind of like a chuckle with his mouth shut (which isn't a great description, but the best I can come up with at the moment).  Then he replies with a slightly shaky voice, "It wasn't bad..."  The Announcer reclaims the micorphone.  "Now then, in the time we have before the preliminaries are finished and the Junior Division gets underway, please enjoy this special event we've kept especially for today, featuring Mister Satan!"  On the back of Satan's head is a huge red bump and katakana which, if I'm not mistaken, translate to "to throb with pain." [If I am mistaken, someone who knows a hell of a lot better than me is welcome to correct me.]

A blimp with a huge TV screen on the side drifts into the stadium.  "What can it be, but a motion picture recreating the role Mr. Satan played during the Cell Game!  We present to you 'Our Savior Mr. Satan: A Record of Glory'."  The blimp comes to a stop over the stadium as the crowd erupts with more cheering.  Satan, "What?  I haven't heard about this!"  Man, "Awesome!  A recreation of the Cell Game!"  Other man, "Alright!  I've always wanted to see this!"  The Z Senshi stand on a raised terrace at the back of the stadium.  Vegeta and Piccolo could care less, as usual.  Goku, Kuririn, and Juuhachigou all look somewhat interested, though.  Kuririn, "Hey, they say there's a movie."

"Stop!  This is something the TV station made by themselves!  This isn't something I had made so I could brag about it!"  The announcer waves him off.  "How modest of you to say."  He goes back to his microphone, turning to the crowd.  He throws his fist into the air.  "Everyone, do you want to see the movie?"  And the crowd cheers even louder.  "Okay, in that case, everyone do the Satan Call!"  Satan, "Hey, hold on now..."  He looks around at the crowd, chanting "SA-TA-N!  SA-TA-N!"  He throws his hands into the air.  "Yea!"  The crowd cheers.  "And so, ladies and gentlemen, enjoy the show!"  He gestures toward the huge screen.  Satan turns and looks up as the movie begins.

Waves smash into rocks in a not-so-calm ocean.  This is actually the same sequence that appears at the beginning of the DBZ movie videos.  A triangle appears with the letters "ZTV" through the middle so that the outer edge of the "V" sticks out of the triangle and the diagonal part of the "Z" actually fills in the part of the triangle that the letter pierces.  The ocean fades away so that the ZTV logo is the only thing on a black screen for a moment, then it opens at the Cell Game.  Wind blows dust around the stage.  Cell stands in the center with his back to the camera.  The actor is clearly visible under the costume (his hair even sticks out in the back).  He turns around and reveals his face, a comical expression that's supposed to be frightening plastered on it.  Kuririn actually loses his balance and has to support himself on the rail in front of him.  "What do you call that?"  Son Goku's actor, whose hair is also sticking out in the back, proclaims that "We're going to defeat you!"  The Z Senshi are shown all in one sweeping shot, and none look any better than Goku or Cell.  Piccolo's actor's neck is clearly visible between the clothing and the head (well, so are the rest, but Piccolo is green, so...).  Furthermore, everyone (including Cell) is super deformed.  The real Son Goku smiles and cocks his head.  "Oh, man!"  Piccolo glares angrily at himself on screen, obviously embarrassed.  Same goes for Vegeta.  Cell throws his head back and laughs, pointing at Goku.  "You'll lose again!"  Goku clenches his fists, prepared to fight.  "Let's go!"  He jumps into the air.  Cell and Goku begin throwing punches at random, even when their wires have swung them as far apart as possible.  Real Piccolo, "This is absurd."  Goku, "Don't get so upset.  It's pretty fun to watch, ain't it?"

Cell laughs.  "What's the matter?"  All of the Z Senshi are collapsed on the ground.  "Is that all you've got?"  Goku, "D-damn you!"  Cell laughs.  "In that case, I am the winner!"  A voice yells, "Wait!"  Cell turns.  From the dust blown up by the wind emerges SD Mr. Satan with a huge grin on his face.  The crowd cheers.  The real Satan covers his now red face.  "How embarrassing!  I wish they hadn't used that face!"  Cell laughs.  "You fool!"  He holds out his hand and yells, stepping on a small red button on the ground.  The ground in front of Satan explodes and Cell laughs.  "Who's the fool now?"  Cell spins around and sees Satan on another side of the stage.  He's shocked.  "What!?  H-how did you get over there!?"  Satan, "Your tricks won't work on me."  Crowd, "Get him, Satan!  Finish him!"  Cell, "That's enough!"  He steps on another button and two spears come up in front of Satan in an X.  Satan grabs them.  "I told you this won't work!"  He snaps them both in half.  Cell screams and runs back.  He jumps down and starts groveling.  "I-I was wrong!  Forgive me!  I won't do any more bad things!"  Satan, "Nothing doing!  You're going to pay for your evil deeds at my fist!"  He holds up said fist against a dark red background with bright orange streaks through it.  Cell screams and holds up his hands, but Satan punches him with his right arm, left, then right, and then Satan kicks him and Cell goes flying into a cliffside.

Son Goku rubs his aching hands.  Vegeta, "I-incredible!  Just what we'd expect from Satan-sama!"  Cell stands up, stares into the air, holds his hands up... and for some reason, he explodes.  Satan grins at the camera.  "Justice wins!"  And the words "THE END" are plastered over the screen.  The credits begin to roll.  The dumbfounded Z Senshi watch as the crowd cheers, "SA-TA-N!  SA-TA-N!"  Goku laughs and rubs the back of his head.  "Sure is amazing what happens when you let a fib go on this long!"

Announcer, "Wow, that was wonderful!  Absolutely wonderful!  Hm?  Mr. Satan?"  He starts looking around, but Satan is no where in sight.  "Satan-san?"  Satan hides in the building, staring out from around a partition.  An attendant smiles at him.  Satan, "How embarrassing!"  Attendant, "Yes, just what we'd expect from our Champion!  Most elegantly done!"  Satan turns to him.  "You hush up!"  And the crowd continues chanting, "SA-TA-N!  SA-TA-N!"

--COMMERCIAL--

"Alright!  I'm going to win for sure, and get Mr. Satan's autograph!"  Goten and Trunks sit inside one of the numerous builidings, awaiting the beginning of the Junior Division.  Goten sits on the ground near a doorway, staring outside, and Trunks leans back against the wall beside him, his arms crossed.  Trunks, "Say..."  Goten turns to him, smiling.  "...What are you going to buy with your prize money?"  Goten laughs.  "Toys and candy!"  Trunks, "You're such a kid, Goten."  Goten, "What about you, Trunks-kun?"  Trunks looks away.  "I'm not sure what I would do with it..."  Goten, "Trunks-kun, your family is the richest in the world, so there's probably nothing you want, huh?"  Trunks sighs.

A big kid with blonde hair that, in the back, "hugs" his neck and goes down to his shoulders, walks around with a smirk, tailed by two lackeys.  "Hmph!  Look at them all!  There's nothing but weak, provincial-looking types here!"  He suddenly stops and stares straight ahead at Goten and Trunks.  "Hm?"  Lackey, "Who's your first opponent?"  He turns around and giggles.  "Lucky, lucky!  It's that runt over there!"  He motions over his shoulder at Trunks.  They both look over at Trunks, and the one who originally asked the question laughs.  "Oh, that'll be an easy win for you!"  The other then laughs, too.  "Let's go have some fun with him!"  The big kid looks back over his shoulder at Trunks.  "Sounds good."

Trunks steps out from the wall, but his arms remain crossed.  "Now that you mention it, I haven't thought of what I want."  Kid, "Hey, pee-wee!"  Trunks doesn't turn, but just looks over out the corner of his eye at them.  Big kid, "Hey, you!  I'm gonna beat you senseless!  Did you remember to put on your diaper?"  Trunks doesn't respond.  The kid punches his own open palm, then pulls back to punch Trunks.  His fist stops inches from Trunks' face, but Trunks doesn't flinch.  "Don't wet yourself now!"  The first lackey who asked about his opponent laughs.  Goten stands up.  Trunks grins.  "Get lost, you idiot."  The kid is surprised (and angered, obviously).  "Wha-!?"  Trunks, "You and your jerkwater hairstyle."  Kid, "What did you say?"  Lackey 1, "Why you..."  The big kid laughs.  "You've really said it, didn't you!?  Now I've decided I'm gonna leave you half-dead!"  Trunks looks away.  "Oh, really?"  Goten cocks his head.  "Huh?"

Announcer, "So how was our Special Event, 'Our Savior Mister Satan: A Record of Glory'?  And now, let's begin the Junior Division of the Tenkaichi Budokai!"  More cheering, of course.  Kuririn, "Looks like even the Budokai couldn't keep itself from getting all flashy."  Goku, "The ring's a lot bigger than it was before, too."  Piccolo, "Hmm.  It's all just an insignificant show now."  Smiling, Kuririn points toward the ring.  "Look, there they are!" [Note: Daimao has this subbed, "Look, there's Trunks!"  I guess I shouldn't dispute him, but Kuririn says "Miro!  Trunks-tachi da!"  "Trunks-tachi" basically means "Trunks and the others," but the only "other" is Goten, so I just said "they."  Got it?  Good.]

As children continue to line up on the stage, Goten and Trunks are indeed standing right next to each other near the stairs, the last in their line (on the left side if you're facing the stairs from on the platform).  On the other side, the two lackeys, and then the big kid round off the youth division participants.  The big kid grins, but Trunks doesn't even look his way.  Announcer, "As you know, the Junior Division has no preliminary round.  Thirty-five youngsters ahve gathered together at this tournament to show off their skills for us.  The rules are the same as for the adults -- give-ups, ring-outs, ten-count downs, and being knocked out will constitute a loss."  Bulma, "Good luck, Trunks-kun!"  Chichi cups her hands over her mouth.  "Goten-chan!"  Oolong sips from his cup.  "Whatever, just start this already!"  Woman, 'Here we are!"  A...large woman sits down right next to Oolong, causing he's drinking to splash all over his face.  "Ah, good.  I've finally found an open seat.  I should see Idasa-chan well from here."  She holds a gloved hand up to her mouth, laughing.  Oolong glares at her. "Why you..."

"So let's get started right away, then!"  From their place in line for the preliminaries outside, Gohan and Videl listen in on the announcements.  "Our first match is between Bart-kun, age 12, and Peppero-kun, age 14!"  Gohan, "Aw, they're starting!"  He turns around and stands on his tip-toes.  "I wish they'd hurry this up!"  Videl turns to him, smiling.  "That's right, Goten-kun will be participating in this too!"

A kid with black hair and white clothes flies through the air, screaming.  A bald kid in purple clothes does pretty much the same thing in the opposite direction.  They fly right past each other and land on their backs.  The crowd laughs.  Inside, Mr. Satan is reclining with a cigar and a glass of something with a lemon in it.  A man in a business suit stands next to him with his hands clasped together.  "Nice!  Way to go!  As expected, Mr. Satan, your movie was a great hit!  Thanks to you, the video version has sold out in one day!"  Satan blows smoke out his mouth.  "That's only to be expected."  He laughs.

A kid screams as another kid punches him square in the face.  He crouches down and covers his face, crying.  Announcer, "Oh, my!  He has started crying!  Will he give up?"  The other kid just kind of stares at him.  Suddenly, the crying kid jumps up and, screaming, begins pummeling the other kid.  Kid who's not crying, "Hey, hey!"  The crying kid eventually forces him out of the ring.  "Ah, ringout!  This is remarkable!  A come-from-behind victory for Kadpi-kun!"  Kadpi smiles and begins jumping up and down.  "I did it, I did it!"  Kuririn watches, bored.  "This really is just a bunch of kids fighting."

A fat sumo kid stares at another kid in blue clothes with a white cloth wrapped around his forehead.  "And so, onto Round 7!  This is between Koryu-kun, age 10..." (the sumo kid, who slaps himself in the face) "...and Imamu-kun, age 8."  Imamu stares at his opponent, absolutely terrified.  "Begin!"  Koryu runs at Imamu, his arms outstretched.  Imamu screams and hides behind the announcer.  "Hold on there, son!"  Koryu runs at them, driving them both back as Imamu and the announcer scream.  Both fall off the platform.  Without even getting up, he announces, "Ringout!  That's as far as it goes!"  The crowd cheers and Imamu gets up, crying.  Someone appears before him, but we only see the edge of a white cape.  "Young man..."  Mr. Satan stands with his arms crossed, the sun shining down on him.  "Don't cry."  Imamu, "Mr. Satan!"  He stands up.  Satan, "Stick out your chest!  Boys must not be made to cry so easily!"  Imamu wipes away his tears and with a smile, nods.  "Okay!"  Satan rubs his head.  "There, that's a good boy."  He lifts him up and puts Imamu on his shoulder.  Imamu cries out cheerfully.

The crowd cheers.  "Oh, what a delightful happening this is!"  Mr. Satan waves.  "That's our Mr. Satan!  What a heartwarming sight!"  Man, "Nice going, Satan!"  Other man, "That was cool, Satan!"  Satan grins. "Hey, that was perfect!  That was better than perfect!  I'll have to try using that again sometime."  Juuhachigou, "What was all that?"  Kuririn laughs.  "You've got me.  He manages to think up something for every occasion."  Gohan, "Sounds like something eventful is going on."  He turns back away from the stadium.  "Why can't they hurry this up?"

A kid falls off the platform.  "Ringout!  Karashnikov-kun wins!  Now, onto the ninth round!  Trunks-kun, age 8, versus Idasa-kun, age 15."  Goku, "Oh, it's lil' Trunks!"  Kuririn, "Give him your best!"  He stops for a second, then says to himself, "Ah, if he gives his best, things could get ugly.  Keep it under control!"

Trunks and Idasa both approach the platform together.  "You ready for this, you little turd?"  Trunks, "'Silence,' I'm ignoring you."  Idasa scoffs.  "You're really starting to annoy me, kid!"  Trunks, "I'm still ignoring you."  A man in a cowboy hat holding a can of beer laughs.  "I feel sorry for that poor kid!  Age 8 versus age 15!"  Oolong, now holding a double scoop ice cream cone, says "Good luck, Trunks!"  The woman jumps up, and Oolong's ice cream is all over his face.  She waves her arms in the air.  "Idasa-chan, it's your Mama!"  She laughs.  Oolong, "What are you doing!?"  She sits back down.  "Against a little oppoent like that, poor Idasa-chan won't even be able to show his true ability."  Bulma takes on an expression of anger.  "You know, it's really too bad.  Why did my camera have to get broken like this?"  She examines it.  "Now I can't shoot Idasa-chan's valiant form!"  Bulma jumps up and cups her hands over her mouth.  "Trunks!  Knock a hole in his dumb-looking face!"  The fat woman adjusts her glasses.  "I never!  How vulgar!"  Bulma sticks her tongue out.

"Begin!"  Idasa adopts a fighting pose.  "Bring it on, you little turd!  Come on!"  Trunks, "You talk too much.  I don't need you to tell me what to do."  He suddenly drops down and uses his leg to sweep Idasa's feet out from under him.  Idasa falls onto his back, but before he lands, Trunks kicks him high into the air.  The crowd watches as he goes up, then back down.  Idasa lands on his face, his feet in the air a little longer before he falls over completely.  His mother is stunned.  Her eyes bulge, her mouth hangs open, she screams.  Trunks walks away.  "Hmph.  Maybe I got a little too serious there.  Guess I'm still a kid too."  As Trunks walks down the stairs, the announcer runs up to Idasa and tells the crowd, "H-he's unconscious!  Trunks-kun wins!"  The crowd gasps.  "Incredible!"  The mother jumps up, screaming.  "Idasa-chan!"  Bulma laughs at her.  Kuririn, "Hoo, boy.  This is going to be dull until Goten and Trunks go at it."

Trunks walks back toward the building.  Goten smiles at him.  "They said I was in the match after this one."  Trunks crosses his arms.  "This is why I asked them to let me fight with the adults.  You know?"  Goten smiles while Trunks stares at the stage out of the corner of his eye.