Kouta paid very little attention to the fights. He'd barely heard of many of these fighters, much less cared who won or lost. He sighed, wishing the crowd wasn't so noisy, even if such a wish was impossible, given the setting and events going on. Still, this was the kind of experience that he just knew would be giving him a massive headache before long. Oh well, if it was to get his wish from the Dragon Balls, then it would be worth the aggravation. For now he'd just have to grit his teeth and deal with it.

He watched as one of the fights came to close. Some old guy versus a younger guy in what clearly looked like armor. Did... did they allow the use of weapons and armor in these tournaments? Kouta was sure that such things were banned but maybe they had changed the rules at some point and he simply hadn't known about it? Well whatever the case, the younger guy apparently won, though it looked like it was only through the skin of his teeth. Kouta honestly would have pegged the old guy as the one who would win, but hey, it wasn't like he had actually bet any money on the fight. Hell, he barely even cared about the fight in the first place, only taking notice of it because of the whole weapons and armor thing coming into play.

As the first round of fights started winding down, Kouta began to notice a rather irritating pattern. Certain members of the audience were apparently the most arrogant, obnoxious assholes he'd ever seen in his life. And... not a single one of them were human. Between the loudmouth alien who damn near started a panic with his little tantrum and the demon Zabura nearly destroying a set of bleachers when someone threw their snow cone at him, one would get the idea that having weird colored skin or other alien/demonic traits were grounds to be the biggest jerk imaginable. Okay, the snow cone thing was a rather boneheaded thing for the human guy to do, given the circumstances, but surely the demon should have been able to retain more composure than [i]that[/i]. In response to all of this, Kouta just pinched the bridge of his nose, practically facepalming at the display of sheer douchebaggery happening around him.

"Apparently the concepts of subtlety and restraint are purely human inventions..." he muttered to himself under his breath. He had an instinct to step in to stop these guys from causing any more destruction, but fought the urge. He now had his own mission and wasn't about let the temper tantrums of an alien meat-head get in the way of his completing it. Although he did secretly wish that [i]someone else[/i] would step up and do something about them. That at least would show some much needed decency in humanity... and give him a potential opportunity to slip away and steal the Dragon Balls. Of course, the chances of that actually happening were slim to none, especially in a place like this, where the bloodsports ended up bringing out the worst in people.