Mr. Popo, care taker of Kami's look out and Kami's most trusted associate, swept the tiles humming happily to himself. Rikku would be near the Tournament halls by now. He had been thoroughly happy with her progress over the last three years. When they had first met she had been naïve, a little hot headed, but a very coherent little girl. She made her wants known and listened carefully to everything taught to her. Kami himself had been very pleased with Korin's choice of warrior and expected her to be of great help in the fireworks that were soon to commence.
When Rikku arrived she had been thoroughly shocked by the presences abound. Not only did Kami look like Piccolo but she found out that Piccolo had been born by the evil in Kami's heart. What more was the reason why Kami was still alive was Piccolo had bore himself a son before his death. An heir to hold his name and continue his evil duties and regain his throne as King of this world. Rikku was all too anxious to battle him again. A love of fighting the child had, but she held an innocent love for it. She held no blood thirst or murderous intentions swirling in her mind but a pure love of a challenge and avengement for the death's of her friends.
Which brought Kami to his second task. Recreating the dragon balls was an easy enough task. With them the skies went dark and Rikku's friends had been revived as well as all those murdered by Kami's dark half Piccolo. With the weight lifted from Rikku's mind and heart she took on Kami's training with anxious feet and fisted hands.
Three years had passed since then. Three years of hard work, three years of bloody wounds, three years of tearful tasks, all in preparation for the day of the World Martial Arts Tournament. Here would Rikku's ultimate task take place. Piccolo's son would take part and it would be up to Rikku to defeat him.
"I do hope everything goes well. Kami's never been so secretive about a plan to me." Popo sighed continuing his sweeping. For the first time in years Kami had stepped away from the lookout to keep a close eye on Rikku at the tournament. However he had a bad feeling that Kami had more than just a watchful eye in mind.
Papaya island was as beautiful and busy body as ever. The tournament committee all in a bustle trying to sign everyone in despite the stormy conditions outside. Master Roshi and Launch waited by the gate anxiously awaiting their friends and pupil's arrivals. Roshi, Krillen, and Chiaotsu had all been revived immediately after the Dragon Balls had been restored. Needless to say they had all been grateful and had wished to thank Rikku. However since the day she had suddenly appeared and disappeared with her power pole no one had heard a word from her.
They all suspected she was with Kami. All were in anxious wonder about the figure and what he or she looked like, was like, and whatnot. Tien, Chiaotsu, and Krillen had all left immediately afterwards venturing out into the great unknown for training. They weren't about to let Rikku take the title without all the fight they had in their bodies. "Let's hope they didn't forget. I didn't have the chance to remind them." Roshi spoke looking around and watching for the Taxi doors.
One by one the taxis came in but no sign until a pair of familiar faces pulled up and opened an umbrella. "Oolong! Puar!"
"Master Roshi it's great to see you." Puar spoke happily circling around Oolong's head.
"You as well. You look well fed Oolong. I think your ears have grown a bit."
As the words left his mouth Roshi fixated his eyes on the long pair of legs exiting behind them and he grinned widely. Bulma smiled big and greeted Launch with a spurge of girl talk.
"Have the boys arrived yet?"
"Not yet I'm afraid."
"Well what do you think of my new dress?" She said twirling a little. The violet blue dress snug her hips and breasts beautiful and she had dashed on make up and jewelry just for the occasion.
