Study Martial Arts from Hercule

Android 18 would stop in her stride as she came upon the building she was looking for. The sign above the door read Mr. Satan's Dogo and she knew that this was the place. Inside would be that man with the curly hair, big biceps, and zero heroic acts under his belt. She slowly pulled open the door before entering and stepping inside, becoming just another student of the dojo.

The only reason she'd even bothered to travel to Satan City was to see her old pal Hercule. As she sat watching the television a week ago, an ad for this very dojo aired. Hercule bragged about how he defeated Cell single-handedly, and then reminded the audience that he had never lost at the World's Martial Arts Tournament. 18 couldn't help but laugh because if memory served, she'd actually let Satan win when she faced him in the finals.

The logic was simple. Krillin was away on business and Marron was at school. On the island with no one to interact with but Master Roshi and the turtle, things got dull. But coming to Satan City to embarrass Hercule in his own dojo? Now that would be fun!

Number 18 looked around at all of the young men dressed in all white with various belts tied around their waists. All of these young, naive souls here to learn from a liar. Maybe she'd tell all of the students about what a coward he really was? It would be more fun if she showed them... it was decided that she'd go that route. As she walked toward the front of the class, young men were shuffling to get out of her way. "Don't you remember her?! She made it to the finals of the WMAT and went up against Mr. Satan! She must be hear for a rematch." Number 18 smirked as she listened to their silly gossip.

There, sitting with his legs crossed and in a heavy black robe was Hercule. His head was lowered as he waited for the exact moment that class should begin. The cyborg folded her arms and waited for him to realize that she was there. "Okay, class," he said, standing up and never turning around, "I think it's high time I schooled you all in a thing or two!" And as he turned on his heels and was met by the android's cold stare, Hercule backed away in typical cowardly fashion! "It's you!"

Android 18 began to take slow steps toward him, never unfolding her arms. She smirked, and her large blue eyes sparkled. "That's right. Remember that little deal we made a while back? The one where I took the dive to let you hold up your false integrity? I think the lease on that agreement's expired. Don't you think it's about time everyone knew which one of us was really the better? She was just being mean now. She wanted to see him squirm.

"N-n-no! Please, anything but that!" She had his back against a wall now. "Look... uhh... how's about I pay you again?! Five hundred if you don't do it!" Money was certainly a language that the android spoke. 500 would do nicely, but just how far was Hercule was willing to go to protect his image was what Number 18 wanted to see.

"One thousand." Hercule's eyes bucked at the mention of the large number. He swallowed spit as the android looked on at him. Over to the side, more boys were gossiping. "They're so gonna have a rematch!" Android 18 looked back at Hercule with a popped up eyebrow. A rematch was fine by her.

"Okay, one thousand! Just don't hurt me, please!" Entirely too easy. 18 had set out to embarrass Hercule; instead, she embarrassed him and made a profit off of it. Staring him down for a few more seconds to make sure he wouldn't back out of this second agreement (not like he'd be stupid enough to dare trying such a thing) the blond haired cyborg turned around to face the young men who thought she was here to fight the great Mr. Satan.

"Actually, I'm here to sit through a class. I'm sure there are still things I could learn from the almighty Hercule," was her announcement, even though there was a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She marched to the back of the room with her arms still crossed and folded over her chest. As Mr. Satan started up his class with a few warm-up routines, she zoomed in on his countenance to see that he was still sweating. Good. She just might make a weekly habit out of this.