Shady was an oddity, even in a room with a Majin, a Namekian, and the typical weirdos who showed up to these martial arts tournaments. Just over two feet tall and with skin so pink it would give a Majin a headache, he was doing his best to look like he was trying (but failing) to be intimidating, scowling out the window. This was accomplished by standing on a stack of phonebooks he'd scrounged up, giving his eyestalks just enough clearance to see out. These grizzfarbs wouldn't know what hit them in that tournament- he was short, he was pink, and he didn't look too strong. But he was one of the best students at the dojo back home, even if he was outclassed in raw strength. Yeah, strength was all well and good, but it was delnuts compared to technique as far as he cared.