(Shoot... that stinks. Oh well.)
Tom woke up and found himself in the medical room with a bad head ache. "Hey, what the..." Tom began, but then he remembered the last thing he saw before blacking out. Tom remembered moving to avoid a karate chop just to move into a ki blast. "Damn... that was a good trick." Tom said as he sat up. Tom sighed and hugged his knees to his chest. "Now how am I supposed to help mom afford a doctor?" Tom asked himself, thinking of how sick his mother was and how bad her condition was when he left. "I won't be able to help mom get better if I can't get enough money to bring the doctor back." Tom told himself quietly, feeling weak after losing his fight.
A large hand rested on Tom shoulder, it was gentle despite its large size. "Its okay... you are not at fault." Said the familiar voice of the person who rested their hand on Tom's shoulder. "You lost the fight to someone who had more training... you are not weak, you just need more time to practice."
Tom looked up and the large, horned, red man standing over him. "Father... you came back." Tom said standing up from his bed so he could talk to his father. Tom was dwarfed by his father, who was easily three times the size of Tom. Tom took after his mother as far as appearance, but shared his father's strength and courage. "Mom is sick... I had to win this tournament so I could help her." Tom told his father, feeling as though he was about to cry.
Tom's father smiled down at Tom. "I'm sure you will think of something son... you have my strength and your mother's intelligence. When you put your mind to it, you will be able to do anything." Tom's father said, hugging Tom gently. Tom looked much smaller as he tried to hug his father, it was like trying to hug a wide tree. "I have to go back to the spirit world Tom... They don't give us very long breaks."
Tom hopped down and smiled as his father began to fade back to the spirit world. "Bye dad... I promise to take good care of mom." Tom said slowly.