I woke up that morning of the competition. I was somewhat ready for it. I didn't really have a plan, but I knew how to do culinary stuff. I just didn't formulate a plan...

My cell phone rings and on the other line was Mr. Satan.

"Good morning, Akari! Are you coming? I want you at my press conference today!" He yells in the phone.

"I'll be there in two shakes of Shenron's tail." I said as I hung up and got my chef's coat.

A put my white chef's coat on, put my hair up in two buns and went to my motorcycle. I reved the engine and headed on my way. I arrived and everyone looked me as if I was a alien. I placed my motorcycle in a capsule, placed it in my pocket and walked up to the stage.

"And here is my chef that I will be sponsoring for today's culinary competition!" Mr. Satan yelled to the crowd and pointed to me. Everyone cheered as I walked up on the stage. I waved and smiled.

"What made you, Mr. Satan, choose this chef for the competition?" The reporter asked with her microphone right in his face.

"She is a brilliant chef that is a part of my family. She is my sister-in-law. She is extremely talented." And I started blush, he kept telling on how I am like the supreme chef. Jeez, he talks like I am the best chef in the universe.

Then the topic was shifted to Mr. Satan and defeating Lord "Beevus". "Beevus" sounded like some dragon-hairless cat combination.

Mr. Satan kept spinning his yarn, sounding like he was the best fighter in all of the universe. Heck, he sounded like he was the one that transformed into the Super Saiyan God. One day those lies are going to catch him.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a ship landed right near by.

Well... I think his lies are going to catch up right now.

These alien, hairy cat-like creatures came out and asked us about who was the warrior who kept Beerus at bay.

Mr. Satan gladly accepted that title and the cat-like creatures did the dance of appreciation.

That was most embarrassing dance ever. It was a combination of the hula and disco... or at least I thought so...

The cat-like aliens introduced themselves and offered a metal to Mr. Satan.

Then a gigantic warrior came out of the ship. Telling Mr. Satan to fight him to receive the metal that the other cat-like guys were going to give him.

I could tell Mr. Satan was not too thrilled with that. Especially when he pulled me over asking if I can beat up the guy for him.

"Mr. Satan, I have my chef's jacket on. I don't want to get it dirty. Not to mention, it may ruin your reputation if they see me beating him up instead of you. And I am not one of your students." I told him and he sighed.

"How about give me some powers with your magic voo-doo?"

"No. And my magic is not voo-doo. Are you calling me a witch?"

"No! Not at all, Akari! I just didn't know what to call it..."

"You can call it magic..."

"Can I use some?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because... I don't want to run out." I lied, because if Mr. Satan knew my true potential of my powers, he would nag me, trying to get me to give him powers so he could keep up his lies.

He sighed, then looked at the new battlefield the cat aliens made while we talked. It was like it appeared out of nowhere! He freaked out a little bit... like usual. Then he got a hold of himself and walked onto the battlefield.

"I'll fight you! Let me show you my new power!" Mr. Satan said as he got in his fighting stance. It was either Mr. Satan will be ground up like hamburger, or he was going to run away and ruin his reputation.

He was looking around, probably trying to find Goku.

Goku, luckily was there with his tractor, watching Mr. Satan get ready to fight the alien-cat.

"Go Mr. Satan! Show him who's boss!" Goku yelled from the crowd.

I ran over to Goku, getting both a almost bone crushing bear hug and a simple explanation.

My brother actually came here by coincidence. He went to Bulma's to see if she could fix his tractor, but she wasn't there. So he came here, hoping Mr. Satan would know.

I laughed a little bit and he looked at me a little confused.

"So what are you doing here?" Goku asked me as he looked at my outfit. "And why are you wearing that?"

"My culinary competition is today. Mr. Satan is sponsoring me and he wanted me for this press conference. The competition is in like a hour. So... hopefully Mr. Satan can hurry up with this..." I said and Goku smiled.

"If you win, will you cook a special dinner tonight?"

"I'd love to, Goku. I would never starve you." And he gave me another big bear hug.

I then saw Mr. Satan look at Goku and quickly got over to us.

Mr. Satan took Goku to the side and pleaded him to fight. Goku has been itching for a real fight. Chi-Chi won't let him fight because Goku needs to be "a productive,hard-working husband and father figure for Goten".

"Alright, I'll do it." Goku said and Mr. Satan announced that if that warrior couldn't beat Goku, then he wouldn't fight the cat warrior.

The cat-alien warrior looked confused at first but was up to the challenge.

Goku got in his fighting stance...

"GOKU!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" Chi-Chi yelled with all of her supplies in hand and Piccolo beside her with a huge paper bag that looked two times taller than himself.

"Sorry, Mr. Satan but I got to go! Bye!" Goku flew, got his tractor and took off as fast as he could.

Mr. Satan now had to face the music and go up there and fight like a man.

He looked scared, he was just a fake legend, he didn't have new powers. He was going to get killed out there.

Y'all might be thinking: Akari, why aren't you helping poor Mr. Satan out and keep him from turning into hamburger?

The answer to that: If he got himself into it, he should be responsible to get himself out.

Now, he was ready to fight. But because of his scaredy cat instincts, Mr. Satan started running around like a little kid being bullied on a playground.

Many people were losing faith in Mr. Satan. His credibilty was diminishing.

Then I saw Bea, Mr. Satan's dog, run onto the field and the warrior got all afraid and ran away into the space ship. Was the warrior afraid of dogs just like a  cat?

"Well, we have to go. Thank you greatful warrior." And the cat like creatures gave the box to him, did the dance again and left.

Everyone cheered as Mr. Satan placed his new shiny metal on.

"Mr. Satan... the cooking competition?" I reminded him and he frantically got me into his limo and we left. Thankfully I placed my motorcycle in a capsule.

We got there. Many chef's from around the world were here. I seemed like a misfit. I was just a home chef. I was no professional.

There were sous chef's everywhere, head chefs everywhere rushing all of those sous chefs with the fine ingredients.

I didn't know this competition was going to be this extensive.

"Mr. Satan, I'm no professional chef. I have no sous chefs, I'm just a home chef."

"Well I didn't know about that. They gladly entered you in because of me. Don't worry. You will be great!" Mr. Satan said as we walked over to my kitchen spot.

It was wonderful, a full on kitchen, but it was so bare with no other people to help cook.

"Ah Mr. Satan! It's wonderful to see you here! Is this your lonely chef that is going to blow us away?" A guy in a suit said, a judge pin on his suit jacket.

"Yes, this is my sister-in-law. She is an impressive chef. This is Akari Son." Mr. Satan introduced me.

"It is wonderful to meet you Chef Son. I wish you the best of luck." He bowed and I bowed too.

After a brief introduction we were tasked to build and cook a four course meal. It was a easy task for a team of chefs, but for one Akari?

That might not be good.