Dragon Ball Alter - Prologue
"Welcome, ladies, gents and children of all sizes to the 437th Martial Arts World Stage Tournament FINALS!"
It was a beautiful, sun-filled Friday. Crowds from all corners of the globe, on this very day, converge to see the world's most powerful fighters clash in an arena that has seen more excitement than anyone could fathom. From the very first days of the tournament's inception to today, the audience would behold spectacles of wonder, of brilliance and of sheer power. There was going to be no exception here. As the announcer pranced and droned into the microphone with the usual over-the-top and excited banter, those with the ability to do so could sense the rise in power that was slowly brewing from the two finalists as they slowly began to walk onto the arena floor.
"On the left here," the announcer projected, casting a pointing finger upon a man standing at almost seven feet tall, dressed in a broad, shoulder-armored cowl, a violet-purple and white banded combat uniform and wearing