Tights enters the ring

The third match of the tournament had finally arrived, and the competitors were ready to battle. On one side was Tights, Bulma's sister. Tights had always been interested in participating in the tournament, and despite being a human, she was determined to show her strength. Her hair was blonde and her eyes were narrow and black, nothing like her sister Bulma's blue hair and wide blue eyes. She wore all white Capsule Corp saiyan armor with a black bodysuit underneath, and white boots with white gloves. Her opponent was a female saiyan named Imoya. She had a strange aggressive attitude towards Tights due to her relationship with the saiyan royal family. Imoya wore black and red cropped saiyan armor, with black tights and red boots with red armbands.

The tournament began, and the two stepped into the ring. Tights was the first to make a move, launching a fierce kick towards Imoya. Imoya blocked it almost effortlessly, and retaliated with a flurry of punches. As the punches connected with Tights' armor, she could feel the power of the saiyan warrior behind them. The sound of Imoya's attacks echoed throughout the tournament area.

Tights was feeling the pressure, but she was determined to show her strength. She quickly spun around and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick towards Imoya's face, sending her flying across the arena. Imoya quickly recovered, and the two exchanged blows and counter-attacks for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, Imoya managed to land a punch that connected with Tights' abdomen, sending her onto the ground. Imoya followed up with a powerful kick that sent Tights skidding across the ground. The saiyan warrior smirked as she stepped closer to finish the fight.

"You may be a human, but you've got some fight in you," Imoya said, her voice full of respect.

Tights gasped for air as she slowly rose to her feet. "Thanks," she said, her breathing heavy. "But I'm not done yet."

Imoya's smirk quickly faded as Tights charged towards her. Tights delivered a series of punches and kicks, forcing Imoya back. Imoya countered with a powerful kick that sent Tights flying across the arena.

Tights quickly recovered and the two continued their battle with neither one giving an inch.

Imoya wasted no time and quickly took the offensive. She leapt forward, her legs powering her through the air, and kicked Tights in the face with a powerful snap. The force of the impact sent Tights flying backwards, her armor clattering against the ground.

Before Tights could recover, Imoya gathered her ki and blasted her with a powerful attack, tearing a chunk of her armor away. The crowd gasped at the sight, but Imoya was confident that she had the upper hand.

Tights, however, was not to be so easily defeated. She had been training hard over the past few months, and had even learned the powerful 'kaio-ken x3' technique from Goku himself. Using this technique, Tights was able to turn the tables on Imoya.

She punched Imoya in the face with an explosive force, sending her crashing back against the ground. Not wasting any time, Tights used the momentum to punch Imoya in the chest. The force of the blow was enough to break her saiyan armor, exposing her tank top underneath.

The crowd roared with excitement at this unexpected turn of events. Imoya, however, was not done yet. She quickly gathered her energy and fired off a massive ki blast, which Tights was able to barely dodge.

As the two warriors continued their battle, the crowd watched in awe. They cheered and shouted out encouragement to both fighters, and the arena echoed with their voices.

Tight's eyes bulged with determination as she charged towards Imoya with her hands raised, her palms pointed towards the saiyan. She was determined to take her opponent down, and she was willing to risk it all to do it.

'Come on, Imoya! You can't beat me!' Tights shouted as she fired a beam of energy directly at the saiyan.

Imoya raised her hands to deflect the attack, but the sheer force of the blast sent her flying backward. Her eyes widened in shock as she crashed into the ground, her armor clattering against the hard ground.

Tights didn't give Imoya a chance to recover. She unleashed a flurry of punches, each one more powerful than the last. Imoya tried to block each one, but Tights was too fast.

Finally, Imoya managed to catch one of Tights' punches. She squeezed her hand around it and twisted, sending Tights spinning through the air. She crashed into the ground with a loud thud.

Imoya stood up, her body shaking with rage. She had been pushed to her limits, and she was not going to back down.

'You think you can beat me?' Imoya shouted. 'Think again!'

Imoya raised her hands and formed a ball of energy in her palms. She hurled it towards Tights, and it exploded with a loud boom on impact. Tights' armor shattered completely, leaving her in only her black bodysuit which was now torn the top was destroyed leaving her boobs showing out,the fabric now only covered part of her legs like a pair of shorts.

Imoya didn't stop there. She unleashed a final cannon attack, the energy ripping through Tights' bodysuit and leaving her naked and beaten.

Tights had underestimated the saiyan's strength, and it looked like she had lost.

Imoya stared down at her defeated opponent, her face expressionless.

'You should have known better than to challenge me,' she said coldly.

Tights lay there for a moment, trying to catch her breath. She looked up at Imoya, her eyes filled with regret.

Imoya and Tights had been locked in a fierce combat for what seemed like hours now, both of them exhausted to their limits.

Imoya had the upper hand, having managed to push Tights to the edge of the arena. The crowd was cheering wildly, their anticipation palpable as Imoya was about to finish her off and win the match.

But Tights had one last ace up her sleeve. Using her remaining energy, she unleashed a powerful Galick Gun that blasted Imoya off the arena and burned off all her clothes.

The crowd gasped in shock as Imoya was sent flying naked out of the arena and through the wall.

Tights gave a triumphant yell as she watched her opponent disappear in the distance.

"That's it, I've won!" she shouted, her voice echoing off the walls of the arena.

The crowd erupted in cheers, applauding Tights' victory.

Meanwhile, Imoya lay in a heap on the floor outside the arena, her clothes in tatters. She had never been so humiliated in her life.

Slowly, she got up and stumbled back inside. As she walked in, the crowd fell silent. All eyes were on her as she made her way to the center of the arena.

"My apologies for the disruption," she said, her voice trembling. "I concede defeat to Tights."

Tights was overjoyed by her win and collapsed in exhaustion. The saiyan nurses quickly took her to the infirmary where she was treated for her injuries. Bulma was proud of her sister and hugged her tightly when she found out about her victory.

"I'm so proud of you, Tights!" Bulma said, tears in her eyes. "You showed real courage and strength out there today. You should be very proud of yourself."

Tights smiled and thanked her sister for her support. She knew she could always count on her family to have her back.