More Hard Training with Spin

Yamcha lay in his room on the bed graciously provided him by Puar who used his money that he got from some quick investments to move his house that was in West City to Hercule City. The mixed martial artist now rested in the Forest of Korin in his capsule house with Spin who he found meditating outside earlier in the day and invited inside in hopes of continuing his training, happy with the results from last week.

Yamcha kept trying to think of ways to keep himself occupied. He was bored out of his mind following the action in the desert of Earth, and the following bit of fun he'd had playing with his namekian trainer in his old homeland which he grew up in. Right now, he held in his right hand a small, aesthetically pleasing ball-shaped lamp that was used as a decoration. It was magnetic, to hold it down during earthquakes but throwing it against the roof proved quite entertaining. The surface it presented to the roof to stick to wasn't quite large enough to provide a magnetic force sufficient to hold it up, and so it held itself up for a fraction of a second before descending slowly, it's attraction opposing the downward acceleration of gravity for half of the descent. He lobbed it up hard, and it sped to the roof. With a resounding thunk, it impacted the durable metal of the roof, then slowly fell back down, falling heavily into his waiting palm. He repeated this process for many many cycles.

His previous spars with Spin of the Namekian Dragon Clan and subsequent workout session had not quite sated his thirst for physical activity. His body, fully recovered from his extreme one hundred times enhanced gravity sessions, felt no remaining repercussions of the training. He could try to up the gravity this time, but it'd still become a bore after a while. He threw the decorative light up again, but this time, his wrist twitched, sending the ball on a curving path reminiscent of an Archimedean spiral. It flew across the room and hit something against the wall, something Yamcha had not noticed before.

He placed his hands behind his head, and his head back down against the pillow, as new thoughts milled about inside his head. He heard a voice from a room nearby, presumably his neighbor Spin.

“Well thank you for stopping that racket. I was about to come over and tell you myself to stop throwing things around.”

This unexpected reprimand gave Yamcha an excellent idea. He'd remembered upon looking at the room, Spin's high class green saiyan armor , and as well as Yamcha and Spin’s first spar. Could the two not test each others' mettle, so to say, under high gravity conditions? That would satisfy his need for more physical training, or so he hoped. He quickly got out of bed, light on his feet.

He was wearing a sleeveless orange training gi with the insignia of the turtle school on the front and the king kai insignia on the back. He also wore blue wristbands, orange training pants and boots similar to the ones Goku wore, all blessed by the North Kaio who he trained under so long ago. You could say he was honoring the North Kai by wearing these training clothes. He also had tattoos going up and down each arm. On his left arm was the green tattoo of a dragon and on his right arm was a blue tattoo of a wolf.

Now wishing to commit to some training, he walked over to Spin's quarters and awkwardly knocked on the door. When it opened, and the namekian presented himself, Yamcha proposed an interesting suggestion.

“What say we go and put ourselves to the test in the granite sparring chamber under a higher gravity? I’m going to need more training if I’m ever going to defeat the Organization’s heavy hitters, tanks, energy mongers and speedsters.” He announced to the namekian as he entered his room.

The namekian nodded. “Very well, I’d like to see how you fare in this new gravity, I know my dragon training has yielded results as better agility but remember, there must be a balance. You’re training on impulse to beat one opponent. Remember, there are other opponents.” And with that Skip and Yamcha walked towards the sparring chamber in the capsule home.

The pair entered the large granite sparring chamber in Yamcha’s magnificent capsule home and Yamcha looked up at the roof, smirking at how hard the granite was. It wasn’t like his dojo, they could go all out and not worry about destroying the place. Spin was already slightly accustomed to his weighted turban and cape which went over his green saiyan armor, and additionally, Yamcha noted, he appeared much stronger than before. In their base forms, Yamcha was completely equal to Spin by a in every area of expertise except energy, he could sense that his ki rose somewhat.

Yamcha wouldn't be able to dispatch him as easily as he had the first time the pair had met each other, not that he would have wanted to. If this sharp increase in his energy could be attributed to the power he'd obtained when he left on saturday, then Yamcha was definitely looking forward to his own power gains. He'd definitely need to up his strength to match Spin at his weakest, at least. If not for any kind of strategic advantage as such, he motivated himself with an uncharacteristic machismo pride. Is this how it was between friends? A constant, back-and-forth battle of self-improvement? He knew in the end, it was no true battle, and any kind of rivalry that resulted from their comfortable alliance would only serve to drive the pair to better themselves.

"Shall we do this spar at one hundred and ten times enhanced gravity?" He asked the namekian. “We might need to up the pain and strain for my training anyways.” The namekian nodded, “Sure, you’ll need to keep raising the gravity for the sake of power, your body should be able to handle an extra ten times gravity.”

As they discussed it, Yamcha brought up his left hand and used his left finger to press a button on his scouter and spoke. “Computer, enhanced the gravity parameters by one hundred and ten times.” As he said this, the gravity machine turned on and the gravity amplifier kicked in; boosting the limitations of the gravity parameters.

Yamcha almost fell all the way over. He went down on one knee, and placed one hand on the floor to keep from falling over. The crushing force of the increased gravity was nothing new, Yamcha had trained countless times in one hundred times enhanced gravity but the extra ten really got to him somewhat. He felt his back strain against the weight, and slowly, jerkily, pulled his body up. His bones, were screaming out, flashing in pain. He managed to barely reach a standing position, before the weight went onto his back and his muscles. Yamcha slowly stretched out his arms, feeling the weight threatening to pull them to his sides. He swung them around in slow, growing, concentric circles to accustom them to the new sensation. He felt his muscles burn, and he began to sweat from the metabolic strain of having his weight effectively multiplied a couple hundred-fold. He did the same with his legs, jogging in place a couple of seconds before looking across at his partner Spin.

He was unsure if the same sensation of powerlessness over his physical actions was coming over Spin, but he knew that this would be one of the most physically strenuous things he would ever do. At least, until he became more used to such types of training, and he became stronger. He needed to prove himself worthy, and as the saying goes, no pain no gain. Yamcha summoned his sword, and it lay as it had in his hand before. Training in gravity with his blade had made him used to the increased weight, so no additional stress threatened to damage his wrist, but he wasn't sure how his burdened arm would do swinging. He could probably still overpower any weak human or Saiyan, but fighting Spin...

He then remembered that Spin was similarly encumbered, and that gave him a little morale boost. Giving a little smirk at his soon-to-be sparring opponent, he took up a defensive stance, his sword at the ready. He had to play this one close to the chest, and shrewdly. He figured out a very interesting trick he could use on the probably unsuspecting Spin.

"So, let us begin. We will need to train much more like this to become strong enough to be worthy of protecting the Dragon Balls, and we might as well get used to this.

He flourished his sword with his wrist, in a practiced familiar maneuver. This gesture was made far more draining by the crushing weight and tension on his joints and tendons by the multiplied gravity. His mind cleared, and he entered a state he'd begun to welcome in battle, a kind of meditative trance. The fight was all that mattered, and the removal of extraneous mental activity brought a strange calculating edge to the demon's thoughts. He watched Spin's muscle movements carefully, trying to anticipate what he would do.

Yamcha observed a slight change in the facial muscles under the namekians skin. This could either precipitate a verbal comeback, or it could be the precursor to an attack. Yamcha tensed up, and prepared to rush the namekian if he moved forward to attack. It was at this point that his sparring partner image began to blur slightly as Yamcha shot forward to attack. The namekian’s image soon completely disappeared.

Yamcha's tactical brain first thought of the Afterimage technique that The Human and Namekian Warrior have both mastered themselves and used frequently to quickly evade Ki and Jin attacks, but Spin's power signature had entirely disappeared. For a split-second, Yamcha was bewildered, had Spin been spirited away by a 3rd party? Was he suppressing his ki that well? Then he felt the energy re-enter the room. Yamcha felt a shifting in the air, as air was displaced. He knew now that Spin was using an entirely different technique, some kind of true teleportation. Yamcha spun around, holding the sword backhanded, and tried to drive it into Spin's chest, but his adversary was faster, landing a punch on Yamcha's chest.

Yamcha felt the punch, and was able to flex his muscles in such a way that they, rather than the bones beneath them, took the brunt of the impact. His flesh swelled up a little bit, in a natural inflammatory response to blunt force impact. The namekian hurled his second fist in a follow-up strike, but Yamcha was able to react this time. He brought up his empty hand, and caught the fist in his palm. The strength behind it, easily outstripping Yamcha in his base form, pushed Yamcha back a few feet. Spin disengaged both his arms, and ducking below Yamcha's immediate reach, sent a sweeping kick to Yamcha's feet.

Yamcha had thought that most of Spin's battle prowess lay in evasive techniques, defensive melee fighting, and crushing ranged attacks. This put an element of surprise behind this last, bold gesture, and Yamcha, unable to react fast enough, had his legs pulled out from underneath him. Landing on his back, he swiftly rolled over, pulled himself up, and threw his sword at Spin's chest as both of them tried to return to a standing position. He gathered ki in both his palms, and thrusting his free right hand forward, threw one concentrated spike of ki, a basic energy wave discharged from his right palm that rushed right towards his opponent.

After this, he enhanced his movements and summoning a burst of speed as he rushed towards the namekian, intending him to fight him at close range, where Yamcha's blade gave him the advantage. The sword and the ki attacks were sure to reach Spin before Yamcha did, and Yamcha's enemy would have to respond to those before he could counterattack, or try to respond to Yamcha's rush. As a contingency, Yamcha found a hole in the universe, and reached into it, grasping the first thing he saw.

Spin's reaction speed was much improved from their previous fight. Yamcha had noted how easily he'd been able to draw his sword and cleave the namekian before, but not only had Spin's power increased, so had his speed. Perhaps he was more used to using the weights in the heightened gravity, but he deftly ducked the sword, and with surprising agility under the conditions, managed to get enough force out of his arms to soar over the energy wave. Yamcha reacted fast, using his psychic powers to bring his sword back. The sword slowed down, spun around, and it's sharp point accelerated toward's Spin's back.

Before Yamcha could react further, Spin had closed the gap. Yamcha assumed a defensive turtle stance, arms poised to catch any hit, but Spin used his momentum to rise quickly, delivering an elbow strike towards the head. Yamcha swept his forearm up, and the elbow impacted the forearm, knocking both limbs back. Remembering how hard the Demon King hit during his first battle, these blows were nothing. Yamcha reacted by turning his body towards the namek, and punching him hard in the chest. The blow connected, but only because Spin was going for a more damaging blow.

The namek took the punch, even with the full force of Yamcha's body behind it, and turned the recoil of the hit into rotational momentum for a kick. Yamcha was barely able to bring his outstretched arm around to provide a more resistant surface for the blow to impact on, but it was a little bit too late. The kick forced the partially bent arm back, and it impacted with Yamcha's side. Spin drew his foot back, spun around again, and launched another kick. Yamcha saw this one coming, and brought both arms to bear. The strength behind the kick was still to be respected, this one had a lot more force behind it. Yamcha's wrists began to hurt as they stopped the force of the namek's legs. He flexed his muscles and pushed back to absorb as much of the impact as possible.

Spin's next move, with the sword a second or two out from drilling through his back with all the telekinetic force Yamcha could muster, was to return to a standing position and with outstretched arms, launch missiles from his fingertips at his adversary. Yamcha's body was flooded with adrenaline, he knew what these missiles could do. He couldn't simply dodge, or he knew Spin would continue to keep the advantage in the fight. It was time for Yamcha to dictate the pace of the spar, but how?

He remembered back to his fight with Khaos, the battle where he felt he'd learned the most about how to fight a tough opponent. He hadn't done well in that fight, but what doesn't kill you makes you more strong. He ran it over in his mind, and he realized how Khaos kept the advantage so easily until he brought out his strong technique called Tri Beam.

Yamcha gathered his inner power and transformed, his body bulking up to a more bulky and wider size along with his hands turning into claws and his hair turning silver and his eyes becoming that of a wolf. All this was done in order to put the maximum amount of Ki he could into his next move. He attempting to sidestep Spin, used his ki to achieve a velocity faster than eyes are capable of processing. The technique left behind an afterimage, designed to deceive the opponent. He didn't expect Spin to really be fooled by this, so he took whatever advantage his new location, behind his rival, afforded him. He snatched his sword out of midair, and with two hands, swung the sword downward at Spin's back.

Yamcha's blow connected, and after the initial resistance, Yamcha cut through the flesh of his opponent. The armor on his body had a slash mark upon it now, the namek caught off guard. Yamcha knew that he'd be able to survive this injury easily, he'd all but been blown to bits by Yamcha in their first, most brutal altercation. Their spars were much more fun, and Yamcha was elated that his ploy had worked out as well as it had. The Spin he knew was a thing of the past, and he was a much shrewder fighter. Yamcha correctly deduced that he had the upper hand in most melee battles because of his sword and his superior melee skills, while if he tried to fight the namekian in more open spaces, he'd have a much tougher fight on his hands. Yamcha wiped the oddly-colored blood off his blade imperiously, and sheathed it.

Placing both hands on his hips, and tapping his foot in a somewhat admonishing manner, he reprimanded his ally for allowing such a juxtaposition to happen to him. The momentum of the fight, most nearly dictated by Spin for the first section, quickly shifted with the Afterimage Technique. He understood the techniques used against him in the many spar he partook in, and for the first time Yamcha realized that even in your greatest defeats do you learn the greatest bits of wisdom. The insights he'd achieved into true battle tactics, from a born warrior, were invaluable, and had even allowed him to outsmart a ancient elder namekian warrior. Yamcha did admit that he had the element of surprise on his hand, but maybe the gravity and the weights were taking a toll. Yamcha himself was sweating like a pig.

"Now now Yamcha, you can't let yourself get caught off guard like this! You may have gotten a solid blow but what if there were more enemies on the field. Gather your energy and keep strong. Don’t ever look weak or tired from attacking evil or defending yourself. The enemy could use that moment of weakness and strike with everything they have to take you down human warrior."

Yamcha wasn't quite finished, he wasn't winded, his body wasn't burning. He needed more power, he needed to be stronger, and to do that he had to push himself beyond any limits his body had. He needed to be able to fight the enemies of the Organization, any who would use the dragon balls for wickedness.

The Mixed Martial Artist couldn't do that if he lost a simple sparring session. Yamcha could not stand for that. He needed to prove to himself that he was strong enough to fight Oroki. While he didn't know it, the Organization was readying itself for the present war.. He waited for Spin to bring himself back to good condition, so they could continue fighting. He also wished to see more of the tricks the bio-android had up his sleeve, because Yamcha knew he was crafty with his use of ki in fighting. He had much to learn from Spin in the way of fighting at range, and perhaps he could hone Spin's melee defenses as well. If these holes in both of their strategies would be plugged, they would both be efficient and skilled fighter in their own right, and a deadly duo when put in the same battlefield situations.

The namek looked at Yamcha sweating bullets and barely being able to stand. “Alright Yamcha, you did good in one hundred and ten times enhanced gravity, time to call it a night…any more and you might die.”

Yamcha pressed a button on his scouter and huffed. “Computer…restore…normal…gravity…parameters…” The red lights dimmed and the gravity was back to normal. Yamcha and Skip staggered back to their rooms, worn out and tired from the hard training they went through.

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Yamcha awoke from his bed, fully recovered from his first gravity training session of the week. He got to his feet wearing his Orange King Kai training Gi and pulled the covers away, getting out of bed. He went and made up his bed and placed on his boots which were also blessed by King Kai then walked over to the table where his Planet Trade Organization helmet sat with his scouter clipped on. Placing on the helmet he then yawned, stretching his arms above his head then back to his sides once more. He knew he had to pull some more training to boost up his speed even more so he decided to train solo this time. Having a device that would raise the limits of his gravity machine, he had a feeling he could reach the speed he strived to achieve.

Walking out of his room and into the Granite Tiled Sparring Chamber, The teenager stepped inside the unoccupied room, first taking a moment to gather his surroundings. Countless tiles stretched along the floor, allowing for a vast and wide-open training area. Strong, sturdy walls supported the dome-shaped roof, which could certainly withstand the powerful blasts the great Wolf Druid Yamcha could produce thus far.

Parting strands of charcoal from his field of view, the man walked to the center of the room then raised his left finger to press the button on his scouter and spoke, “Computer, raise gravity parameters by one hundred and ten times.” The Gravity Machine hummed to life and replied, Command accepted. One Hundred and ten Times enhanced Gravity Initiated

Black hues winced in shock and every muscle in his body tensed. The gravity was stronger than ever, and he would never get used to the sensation of the increased weight of his ribcage pressing against his lungs... uch. His chest felt like an anvil as he nearly fell forward but caught his body from falling and steadied himself, having not been properly prepared for the sudden change in atmosphere.

It took him a moment, but eventually, he adjusted to the gravity and fixed his stance once more. The weight was certainly intense; but how far would he have to go to be able to match the followers of the Organization without any other training? One hundred and fifty? More?

The basics are where the young Well skilled Human started all his training. From fighting an invisible opponent with basic combination techniques to warm up sessions, Yamcha spent the first hour within the chamber strengthening his body and adjusting to the gravity. He had learned quickly just how difficult normal training could be under a different gravitational pull. After sit-ups and push-ups alone, the boy was covered in sweat, panting out short breaths of hot air as he pushed himself up from the ground, completing his last set of push-ups.


The next thirty minutes were spent for standard basics; various hand-to-hand techniques, a combination of punches, kicks, and blocks to an invisible opponent. Each technique was properly performed under the extreme pressure with minimal room for error. Yamcha wished neither to rush his training nor to exert himself so early on. Gravity training was something relatively common to him, and despite the organization being far beyond his level at this point, he knew if he ever wished to truly face him in combat, he would need to take his training seriously, and consistently. Pushing oneself to the point of exhaustion may raise the power level, but was certainly far more dangerous on the body and mind. His drive was strong, but he wouldn’t allow it to blind him of these obvious facts.

Letting out a slow breath, the genetically endowed Human finished his last line of combinations and adjusted to a relaxed stance. Wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead with a towel he had brought along, he made his way back toward the main console, knowing that the chamber also had some additional features he wished to try out. After going through a quick, yet still very tedious tutorial, three droids appeared from a door in the wall along the south side. They remained stationary for the moment, awaiting an input of instructions. Yamcha opted for a sparring session for the first one, and activated the others to jump in within fifteen minute intervals. Hopefully, by that time, he would have become well-adjusted.

The center bot came to life, its metal eyes shined with a crimson hue, signaling that it had received the transferred data. The machine came rushing toward his direction, and the young Human sprinted to meet it halfway. A powerful exchange of punches, kicks and blocks ensued, with the Human working more on his defense than her offense for now. The bot’s speed was indeed challenging, but he was able to keep up with it for the most part. Over the course of time, however, its speed increased, forcing the young man to take up a pure defense, as his mind kept count of the passing time. On cue, an additional opponent entered combat, coming in from behind. With a turned head, the man leaped into the air and spun his body, dodging the oncoming punch and delivering a devastating roundhouse straight to the droid’s head, forcing it to stagger back. The Human dropped hastily to the ground with a thud and continued his spin, knocking the feet out of his other opponent, then quickly flipped away from the two and landed in a guarded stance.

The next few rounds of melee were far beyond intense. Their speeds had now certainly doubled their initial speed, forcing Yamcha into awkward stances to block, or leaping and retreating to the sky for a moment to collect his bearings. It seemed the gravity had finally started to affect his efficiency in battle; perhaps he should have started-

*BAM*

Yamcha let out a roar of pain as he was struck from behind, cursing as his sight had caught two of the droids he had currently been sparring, but had lost count of the time before the third jumped in. With the sudden loss of concentration, he careened to the ground, collecting himself only at the last moment in a crouch and bursting straight for one of the droids. The man coated his fist with condensed ki and blasted it straight through the droid’s chest. But, the droid wasn’t finished; even with the Wolf Druid’s fist through its chest, its arms reached out and grabbed hold of the Human, forcing him to drop his guard momentarily out of the pure shock that his strike hadn’t ended the bot’s functions. Then, his senses picked up the energy signatures forming at his back. The well skilled turned to find two blue blasts rocketing toward him, and with the bot holding onto him, it made certain he couldn’t escape.

Instead, Yamcha yanked the bot with all of his strength while spinning his body around, allowing the machine to take the brunt of the combined blast. Metal and circuitry flew in all directions, showering the gravity room. Through the smoke, Yamcha’s body traveled sideways, flying just a few meters above the tile floor. Now, this was a fight. Gathering a bit of ki from his reserve, he extended the energy through his limbs, to his palms; where fiery spheres of energy began to form.

“Eat this,” Yamcha screamed as he hurled his right hand out, followed by his left, forming two twin fireballs that launched from his grasp, hastily toward the remaining opponents. The two blasts were dodged, and the bots replied in kind, firing off a blast of their own, which was followed by a light curse and another quick burst of speed. The remaining two were attempting to surround him, so he continued to keep himself nearer to the wall. He adjusted his stance in air, pressing his feet against the wall to a crouch. With a forceful push, the Wolf Druid launched himself forward, spinning his body wildly with a quick extension of his leg. The two bots jumped back defensively, and as she landed in a crouch on the tile floor, Yamcha let out an angry yell.

“They're so fast!” the Human cried out. With that cry, crimson flames danced around the boy, far thicker and more condensed than ever before. His heart raced against his chest, threatening to burst through his ribcage all together. Time slowed down for a brief instance as his eyes widened, able to take in everything going on around him. Carefully calculated thoughts coursed through the mind in fractions of a second as his aura exploded outward. He leaped into the air, leaving an abundance of flames in his wake.

A fury of punches and kicks were let loose upon his first victim, the assailant becoming all but a punching bag for the fast, rapid strikes. One powerful roundhouse at the end sent the bot flying to the opposing wall, but the young Human was not done just yet. With another burst of his aura, he skyrocketed toward the other robot, fist cocked back and landing a strike that decapitated the machine in a single hook. Of course, he never let up, and continued the assault, ending the rush with an over-the-head double-fisted hammer strike to the double-over bot’s back, sending it to the floor. The flames surrounding him dispersed and the Human floated slowly to the ground, letting out a controlled, yet tired breath.

With his combatants now out of order, the Wolf Druid took the moment to take a break as other bots came in to clean up the mess and parts, using his towel to wipe his face and rehydrate the body with a bottle of ice cold water. The liquid chilled his throat and stomach, leaving a stinging sensation momentarily due to the fierce cold. When he felt rested enough, he took one more pat of his head with the towel, and then set it aside to prepare for the next round of training.

Appearing before the center console, Yamcha took another swig of water, going over the various set scenarios. He had chosen this warm up to focus more on melee combat rather than energy production, but ended up using ki in the end anyhow. His eyes did spot, however, a rather interesting concept with one of the settings; droids with the ability to reflect ki blasts. This would certainly aid in his ability to dodge, as well as his overall reaction time. He then took out his sacred grey dragon fang samurai sword

He didn't really know how the sword knew this would be the best form for him to use it in, but he wasn't complaining. It was about the same size as it was in katana form, but he'd need to adapt to the thinner, sharper blade, and the inability to parry heavier strikes as well. All-in-all, it would challenge him in the fight to come. He was almost dragging his feet, the gravity was so high as he trudged over to the battle simulator, and started flipping through settings. He picked a powerlevel close to his for the enemy fighter, and turned it on. A tall training bot appeared over on the other side of the room, bowed, and took up a fighting stance. Yamcha's shaky hand leveled his rapier at the figure, and he gave a wry smile. He wasn't sure he'd be able to fight with every movement being as labored as it was, but if Oroki could do it, so could he. "En Garde." He said to the training bot as he faced him.

Yamcha took up a duelists's stance, betraying only one side of his body as opening for attack, with his sword between his opponent and him. He began to power up to his full power level, and with tremendous effort, attempted to close the gap, but was too slow for the fighter. The enemy quickly sidestepped, and before Yamcha's sluggish hand could come in to counter, a powerful fist slammed into his chest, throwing him back a few steps. Ordinarily, this wouldn't have been a setback at all, and the fighter would have sword through chest and Ki Blasts in his face. The increased gravity caused him to full topple over, at the mercy of the computer-generated fighter. He quickly blocked an incoming kick with his arm, utilizing the fighter's force as impetus to pull himself up, and then, he took advantage of an opening to try and stab the fighter-

Only for him to sidestep it, and lunge in for another hit. The increased gravity and slow movements of Yamcha made the training bot take on an aggressive strategy. Yamcha was ready this time, and brought up his sword arm to block the punch with his forearm. He then balled up his left fist, powered up to his full powerlevel and let his fist impact with the defenseless fighter's clavicle, throwing him back.

Seeing an opening, the human rushed the staggered training bot, sheathed his blade, and planted a kick in his chest, throwing him onto his back, much as the fighter had done to Yamcha before. Charging one of the strongest energy wave in his right hand and energy ball in his left hand that he could muster, he launched his two attacks at the prone figure.

The fighter rolled out of the way of the energy ball one, but took the 2nd to the chest, and was thrown into the wall. As he was getting up, supporting his weight with the wall, Yamcha used his psychic powers to stab the rapier into the dazed training bot's chest, ending the fight.

With the fight over, and the adrenaline draining from his veins, Yamcha collapsed onto the floor, and rolled over onto his back. His clothes were drenched in sweat, and his sword lay flat on the ground, across the room.

Using his mind and concentrating to move his body under the intense training conditions he was putting himself through, he began to force himself to stand up; willing out the stress and pain he was feeling from the enhanced gravity settings he placed for himself to train under. Slowly he began to rise from the ground, shaking at first then becoming solid in his recovery. Within moments he was up.

A moment of silenced passed as the man mentally prepared himself for the second round. Those dark hues opened on the side of the wall of the sparring chamber and six far smaller droids appeared in a line before him, their eyes pulsing to life with a bright red hue followed by the soft hum of their various moving parts. Taking a defensive stance, the droids began moving in almost a rhythmic movement, surrounding the young Human Warrior in a circular fashion, like a moon would a planet, moving rather slowly at first, merely waiting for the moment when the exercise would initiate. The man charged up a bit of ki within his hands and when he was ready, fired them off toward separate targets.

The orbs of ki bounced right off the flying, spherical robots at an angle that aimed straight for the Human Warrior. Early on, Yamcha found that he had to push himself to the limit as the droids bounced his blasts right back at him and close in around his location. Those dark eyes attempted to remain focused as he stretched his senses, obvious that he could not rely on only his eyes for this type of training. Strategically, there were too many bots and they were circling around him with far too little room to spot all of them at once. The Human Warrior had expected to eventually throw in a third or fourth blast once he got used to it, but already, he was at his limit, barely dodging his original blasts as they came in from all directions, dodging one as the other attempted to bring him down. Nevertheless, as his heart raced and adrenaline forced his cheeks to flush a vivid red, a smirk appeared on his features. An overwhelming sensation filled him as he found himself facing something beyond what he had expected so early on.

It was natural for Human Warriors to desire a challenge, to strive to become stronger by any means, facing incredible odds. Despite his own mentality, that Human Warrior blood that pumped through his veins forced an excitement he hadn’t felt in far too long to arise upon his features. A hunger he thought had long since subsided, replaced by a thirst for revenge had resurfaced.

The druid charged up another blast and launched it out, despite the difficulty he faced already. It forced him to move faster, forced him to remain focused with every passing second; follow the path of each blast, don’t get caught dodging one only to fall straight into another’s path. The drive… the hunger… the challenge; it was almost enough to bring him to salivate.

Panting already, he found himself unable to resist the urge. Another blast was charged, despite her mind warning him not, and he launched it out, just as an oncoming blast grazed his extended forearm, though continued to move forward, having not made enough of an impact to explode. This was it; the excitement, the thrill; the danger. The feeling coursing through his body, a sense of pure lust filled his expression as he continued to weave his body in and out, the blasts seeming to increase in speed as the droids found it in their own right to suddenly increase the output speed of their deflections. Focus; keep your senses sharp!

His eyes could no longer be trusted; he judged the course of his actions entirely on the ability to sense the blasts. The man attempted to keep his mind and focus strong, attempted to predict the course of each blast as to not accidentally fall victim of moving his body straight into an unseen blast. His body began fading in and out as he pushed himself to the limit, moving faster and faster with each dodge, now completely forgetting about the increased gravitational pull. He couldn’t focus on that any longer, and his mind was set to pure survival mode. An animalistic expression fell upon his features, quite rare for the man who normally kept himself together, despite his brutal heritage; but he was having fun.

Time seemed like a blur, his prior reason for training all but lost; it was a race, a race to escape the trap he had sprung himself, and continued to spring more as he stupidly fired another… then, another blast, further forcing his body beyond his previous limitations. His muscles screamed, his mind shouted and yelled… yet, his blood continued to pump that Human Warrior blood through his veins.

It was like a drug, a drug she could not live without. He had felt a similar sensation back on the jungle world, the planet that kept him in his childhood, and perhaps tainted him with animalistic fury; fighting within the rainforest. He couldn’t count how many times he had forced his body to continue to fight, despite his own will begging to give up. It was the very blood in his veins, as well as the memories of his fellow Human Warriors that kept him alive, forced him to continue to fight, and brought him to the point where eventually, he broke free of their control… and got the revenge he ever so deserved.

His eyes shifted to the left in an instant as he coated her left arm in ki and parried a blast heading her way; there were far too many blasts swirling around him, all targeting him near simultaneously for him to just continue dodging. It was at that point that he no longer completely moved out of the way to dodge; a mere shift to the left or the right, or a ki-coated hand would lift to deter the blast in an opposing direction, targeting anther droid off to the side who would merely catch the blast and send it straight back in his direction. Soon, the sensation became overpowering; he had rarely felt such… intensity.

His eyes were fully open, shifting his weight left and right, no longer fully moving from his position; merely staying in a single spot. He either deterred the strike with a swing of his hand, or shifted his weight to avoid the strike; whichever was more convenient. The young Human Warrior had all but lost count of the blasts circling around his apt form. His movements now became similar to a dance; being able to sense the direction of each blast, as well as interpret the angle in which the bots would direct it back, calculating where each one would end up… he felt as if the universe itself was unfolding right before his eyes, whispering its secrets into his ears... and gods, did he feel powerful. Touketsuki would fear him, and all Human Warriors.

It was a high like no other, his vision beginning to cloud over with a blurry whiteness as sweat now began to pour from his face and body. He no longer relied on his vision at all, ducking under one blast, smacking another away and moving the same arm to swat a third to the side. One movement of his arm was now required to parry up to three or five blasts at one time; dodging almost became irrelevant, as it required too much time to move. Just how many blasts were circling around him, aiming to take him down? Perhaps too many.

Suddenly, the blasts stopped coming in his direction. Instead, they bounced from one droid to the next, in a circular formation, forcing each and all blasts to circling round at an alarming rate. His eyes finally came back into focus upon the world around him, blinding red spheres moving at a rate of speed that became all but a blur in his eyes. The sacred Human Warrior could only widen eyes for a moment before realization slapped him across the face like a splash of cold water. With what little reserves he had, Yamcha curled his body in and summoned as much ki as he could, preparing as much as possible within the short, brief moment he had. His entire body pulsed as that wild crimson aura was pulled into his core.

“AHHHHH!” And with a shout, Yamcha brought forth an intense wave of pure energy, forcing that crimson aura to return full force, just as every bot angled their blasts toward him simultaneously. That flame-appearing aura solidified into a sphere of pure fire as each blast struck, producing a fiery explosion upon impact and filling the arena with smoke and flames. The ventilation worked quickly to remove the smoke, which aided most Human Warriors in continuing their fight without worry of stopping to allow such dangerous fumes to sit, in Human Warrior-designed vessels and homes at least. When it finally cleared, that crimson sphere remained intact, the Human Warrior within holding a cross-arm block and every single muscle in her body tensed to the point where he could not even move.

With the adrenaline suddenly leaving him, Yamcha felt the rush fade and a lightheaded sensation began to fill him. His vision blurred, and as the bots continued to swirl around him, the man briefly lost consciousness, falling to the ground with a hard thud. Dazed for what seemed like only a moment, the groggy Human Warrior let out a groan as an intense ache enveloped his body, forcing one hand to the ground to aid in his stance while the other reached his forehead, hoping to calm the intense pressure that felt like it threatened to crush his temples. His entire body trembled as he was finally able to push himself to a rather shaky stand.

Too much; he had pushed himself too far, too fast. The man cursed to himself, knowing good and well that he shouldn’t fall victim to the careless training Human Warriors were well known for in the past. While certainly resilient and able to gain a vast amount of power in times of near death, such training was reckless. He knew this… yet, he allowed herself to fall for that well known hunger. Yamcha swallowed hard as he made his way uneasily toward the center console, to where he had left both his water and his towel. The first thing he did was remove the gravitational pull, the weight upon her lifting in an instant, replaced by a sense of vertigo; feeling as though there were absolutely no gravity when, in fact, there was. It was enough to make his head spin.

“Ugh…” Yamcha let out a breath, feeling an intense dizziness and immediately attempted to thwart that sick feeling in his stomach with some cold water. Several minutes passed before the man was finally able to gather his bearings. His head rested along his forearm, frozen in that one stance and only moving to take a brief sip from the bottle. Finally, his head tilted back, his dark eyes opening and his sight fully returning. The world had stopped spinning. The druid buried his face in his towel, wiping off the sweat and water he had splashed over himself to cool his body off. He muttered incoherent words into the towel before he pulled it away from his flushed features, his body feeling quite the mess after the intense work out.


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It was one of those days when Yamcha was staring himself down in the sparring room in his capsule home. He was oblivious to anyone else’s current activities as he was focused on one thing and one thing only. The long black haired rock star had to get as strong as he could before the Organization goons make their next move.

Pressing a button on his scouter, he spoke; “Computer set current gravity parameters at seventy five times enhanced settings.” The room then began to glow with red lights as the gravity intensified. Yamcha didn’t feel that heavy in this gravity but it was just enough to get a brief workout. His Trainer, Teacher and Mentor Skip was leaning against the wall watching him.

He decided he would practice his sword skills this time and unsheathed his samurai sword as it flashed in front of him. His face was reflecting on the blade. Yamcha wasn’t sure whether he was okay with using his sword against those who was probably unarmed –but he couldn’t help feeling foolish.

Yamcha always tried not to use his sword on unarmed opponents. If he was fighting with fists, Yamcha would too; if they had weapons, Yamcha would unsheathe his sword. But he began to feel as if he was letting his silly human emotions get in the way of his and the earth’s fate. What is honor? To Yamcha, the word meant the difference between human and beast; but at times, he felt it was nothing but an illusion. Was honor worth risking the lives of millions for your own self-satisfaction? Why should you care about looking good in front of your enemies? What’s moral about holding back and not giving your all to the beast that is threatening the peace of your home –your very existence.

The idea alone was definitely a struggle and Yamcha just didn’t know what to think. He felt he needed someone to help him make the decision, a guide; a tutor. The blacked haired man gripped the handle and braced himself for a few quick slices through the air. While he did this, he continued to ponder on the meaning of honor, the value behind it, whether it’s worth its weight… If the opponent is stronger, does it justify using a weapon? Nobody would blame a child for defending itself from a grown man through means of weaponry –but thinking of himself as the child in this case was insulting and hurt his pride. Yamcha had pride; he just didn’t bend to it as much as others might.

Pride, a value that shows confidence in one’s abilities and indicates a healthy self-esteem; it’s a good value, but it was one of those from which Yamcha could see right through. Pride was an illusion; pride would not allow you to be led by another –when sometimes a good leader was someone who allows himself to be guided from time to time. Pride would not allow the person bound by it to stop and ask question –to stop and smell the flowers; because you’re too good for that. Yamcha didn’t need pride, otherwise, just barely.

Technically, the Organization wasn’t human by any means –does that justify using weaponry? Assuming honor and showmanship was only deserved by that of the same kind. These thoughts flowed through the human warrior’s mind as he swung the samerai sword down in a straight line as fast as he could and continued with a few more thrusts from different angles. He had plenty of space in the vast granite sparring chamber as he danced over the white polished tiles. Sweat dripped down his face as the exhaustion was starting to get to him under the increased gravity and heavy clothing.

No… he finally concluded with the last swing. Going by that philosophy, what made Yamcha any different from that beast? A being who believed he could go about striking fear into other’s hearts because they’re ‘inferior beings’. Someone who believed they could do whatever they wanted simply because they could and would without drawbacks. No matter whom Yamcha’s opponent was they deserved to be treated as a living being even though they may not think the same. But this didn’t discard the idea of using his sword against the enemy.

It wasn’t about the action, but the meaning behind the action; the reason for his thrusts. Yamcha would still consider using his blade on the upcoming battle, but he needed to work out personal beliefs first. It was a thought that burned into his mind without rest –and the main factor was honor. Again, the brunette returned to the initial word that started his training. Honor was something he couldn’t see through as easily as pride. He was having trouble deciding whether the value was another illusion –or what in fact made him human. The man was half-saiyan and he believed that his human side –his mother’s side, made him want to live by his values and act truly to them. But he was troubled, he needed a wise soul to tell him, ‘it’s okay to use weapons.’

With that final thrust, Yamcha stopped to take a breather. He remained in a steady stance with the sword pointing out in front of him and both hands grabbing on the pommel. He studied his reflection, his face full of sweat droplets regardless of the air conditioned room. His mouth open in order to breathe in more air at a time as his chest expanded and retracted as he huffed and puffed. The saiyan was focused on recovering his energy and after a few moments of rest his breath silenced and calmed down. Yamcha gripped the hilt of the samurai sword and placed the blade back into it’s sheath. He then raised his left hand to the left side of his helmet and pressed the button of the scouter that rested there,

“Enhance gravity to one hundred and five times earth’s normal gravity.” He said to his onboard computer which was connected to the gravity machine. The speakers boomed in a robotic voice, “Enhancing gravity to one hundred and five times earth’s normal gravity.”

Yamcha could definitely feel the increased gravity of one hundred and five times earths normal gravity. He fell to the ground, narrowly guarding his fall by putting out his arms in front of him. He forced himself to get back up onto his feet. He was practically throwing his own legs up. When he was able to get back up onto his feet it was time to really start. This was the same as his usual. At the beginning of his training he could barely move around without limping or falling. They were really starting to become a bother but he was not taking them off, the extra power he would get from this would be worth it in the end. He was hoping so; he would have to rest for a while after this training session.

He tried with the basics first, just as he always did when training under a new degree with gravity. It was the safest thing to do. If he could run or even walk under this kind of gravity then what would happen when he tried and flip and break his neck. His body felt so limp under this pressure and he had no idea how he was going to master this. He was standing barely, using most of his Ki just to keep him up. He tried taking a step, doing it very slowly not wanting to fall again. His foot hit the ground hard making a loud thud that echoed thought the room.

That wasn’t as hard as he thought it would be. Then again that was a step. Nothing to be proud of, he still had to try and run. But first he still had to walk. Then he tried taking another step, then another. This was working out well for him. But the true test was now here. He was going to try and run under this gravity. It put one foot out then another after. Then he continued this process until he had mastered running. It was at a very slow speed but it was still running. Now he was going to try and fly. He stopped and put his hands down and focused all his Ki into flying. When he tried to fly the first time was a horrible failure.

He was able to get around five inches of the ground before his body gave up on him and he fell. His face hit the ground first and blood spilled out of his nose. He wiped if off and continued on trying to fly. This time he managed to get twice as high as he did last time but he still fell. This time his leg hit the ground and he felt a shooting pain by his ankle, but heard no snapping sound. He cried out in pain and stood back up, putting his weight onto his other foot.

He could barely walk now. Good thing when you fly you don’t use your feet. He tried once more and he was doing it. He was a few inches off the ground but he was able to do it. He didn’t know how long he would last though so he slowly dropped to the ground. He sat down and checked out his leg. The injury was in his ankle, and it had become sore from the training.

He wouldn’t last very long in this gravity so he decided that he would end it soon. He stood back up and raised his hands. He created a Ki ball in his right hand. He then raised his left hand and pressed a button on his scouter.

“Bring down the drones”
“Drones activatied”

Then just like the rest of the training he had done here four metallic orbs came from the roof. He could reflect Ki of off these and they could also fire at him. The only bad thing that could happen was that he would fall back on his ankle and injure it even more. Right now his ankle was in no condition to be doing this kind of physical activity but Yamcha didn’t care.

Yamcha fired his Ki at the drones and they reflected them back. He jumped around, every time impacting hard onto the ground. He got back up and continued. He tried running but his ankle would slow him down by making him focus on the shooting pain. When he tried flying he fell back to the ground after a minute or two. This was enough for Yamcha. He slowly raised his left hand to press the button on his scouter.

“Systems off now”
“Systems deactivating”

Yamcha took this time of rest to return to the concept of Honor before concluding his training. He figured it’d be easier if he thought of Oroki as a human. Would Yamcha ever fight blade to fist against another human? “No…” he said again, this time verbally, though nobody would hear him. But it was too silent in the room and he wanted to hear at least his own voice. –That, and sometimes his thoughts and ideas were clearer when he said them out loud. Yamcha realized he would never fight an unarmed human with a weapon –and so, he wouldn’t do it against Oroki either, unless he drew his sword.

Honor… it’s what makes the most horrid beast…human.

Spin walked over to Yamcha to look at his ankle. “Hrm…” He said, “This looks bad, lucky for you I can heal.” And with his right and left hands directly facing the bad ankle, he used warm healing energies to repair the damage that Yamcha has endured throughout the night and morning. Within moments, Yamcha was healed and his ankle no longer hurt. He smirked and bowed to Spin who then returned his bow with a bow of his own.

The Human and Namekian then decided to go outside and relax for a bit, seeing how Yamcha has done so much training on his own under the Namekian of the Dragon Clan.

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Yamcha was meditating in his meditation chamber in his stationary house in Hercule City. He was perplexed and troubled. My dragon training has boosted my speed, but it’s not enough! I must find another means of training. Spin’s watching over this house and working in the herbal garden, there has to be someone out their to train me…. Suddenly he broke his meditation and got up, leaving the meditation room and walked to the front door of his house with all of his gear to walk outside.

As he walked down the streets of Hercule City he overheard something. Word had been circulating that a rather strong person was bluffing to be the strongest, even stronger then the world champion. And that he would teach others his strength in exchange for simply being able to hit him once.

Yamcha was sure that he could pull off such a feat of skill, still thinking and actually doing was two different things. First he'd have to find such energy that could possibly belong to this man. To which Yamcha floated far about Hercule city, allowing himself to center himself within the clouds. His perceptions spreading throughout the whole world several auras blaring out toward his senses but one far surpassed them and he knew that would have to mean that this was the man's energy signature. The mixed martial artist summoned his energy around him his own aura spiking up, without warning he blasted off toward the man.

The ground before him was simply a blur unless he focused on the ground below him. Yamcha spun around with his white crystal aura whirling around his body, his eyes resolute as he continued to push himself farther and closer to his goal. It was merely only a matter of time before he'd reach his target. Yamcha didn't know how he was supposed to catch a man of such reputation still that would not crush Yamcha’s determination. Yamcha could now see the man but there was something weird about this man. His skin was a pale blue and his body while lean he could tell that the man was vastly strong. Yamcha grinned for a second at the challenge, Yamcha wouldn't give the man any chance to react as Yamcha plummeted toward the Shin. The ground ripping up at his speed and power as he tried to attack the Shin.

"If you wanna hit a Shin, your going to have to come with better than that."

That was all Yamcha heard as the Shin that he thought he hit only turned out to be an afterimage. Yamcha twisted around throwing a devastating kick toward the Shin. This lead him to be met with only another afterimage. Yamcha gritted his teeth in frustration as he poured more energy into his body and attacks. Yamcha continued to push himself harder and harder as he tried unsuccessfully to attack the Shin. Yamcha poured his energy into his palms and rapidly sent his best strikes toward the Shin. The Shin easily evaded Yamcha‘s attacks but what pissed Yamcha off was that he could tell how easily the Shin was avoiding his attacks. Yamcha rocketed forward no longer holding any of his reserves power or speed back. He could feel himself quickening with each strike, every strike bringing him closer and closer to striking the Shin.

When it seemed like Yamcha would finally strike the Shin, the Shin drew a long blade from it's sheath. Yamcha watched in amazement at the mastery of which the Shin used the blade. Yamcha was now on the defensive, having to narrowly dodge each attack which was easily making him exert himself. However, his determination would not allow for him to give up. "I will not fail this test!" He yelled as he began to dig deep within himself, the trappings of his mind and the world fading away truly finding his warrior human spirit. His eyes flared with a renewed sense of purpose, Yamcha spun low and swept under the Shin. But once again the Shin dodged his attack by flipping over his foot, but it was proving that he was getting faster. Yamcha powered his energy up to it's full point, and rushed after the Shin no longer worried about the sword as he kept his energy up on full blast while he began his relentless attack on the Shin.

Yamcha felt and saw one of his punches go directly through the Shin, and realized once again it was an accident. On instinct, he twisted around throwing his best kick at one hundred and eighty degrees to the left, and it connected to the Shin! He didn't connect on speed but based of his battle knowledge of the Shin's movements. The Shin braced himself for the kick while catching Yamcha's leg. "Good work, but still a little sloppy but I digress."

With that he threw Yamcha to the ground mainly as a show of strength. The half saiyan was back up to his feet, he personally would not allow himself to show weakness to anyone. His aura was weakened noticeably by the rather simple attack, this spoke volumes for the true strength of the Shin. Yamcha’s body ached from the exertion of his body and how much it truly taxed him. Sure he could push through such things while within battle but at the same time after the battle things would hinder him.

"Now for your training I will need you at full strength." With a warning the Shin placed his palms in front of Yamcha, and with a breath and the stirring of the winds around them. The Shin's palms began to glow and a warming sensation filled Yamcha 's chest, he inhaled deeply in surprise and comfort. Yamcha 's energy struggled at first but began to flourish within him like a deep burning furnace. Yamcha could now feel the new strength and speed he had acquired grow within him. Yamcha’s muscles lengthen and bucked up visibly as he gasped at the sensation of the movement. His body stretched out almost painfully for a second before his muscle relaxed and because of the healing they were not even sore. He ran his fingers through his black and red locks for a second. Suddenly, he sprang forward with a rush of energy.

"Now that you back to top shape time to show you this little trick I know. First you channel you energy through one of your arms, you can even hold that arm as you stabilize that energy. Finally, pour energy into a ball true this is rather advanced. This technique is what I call the big bang attack. Channel as much energy as you can into the blast without losing control, and use your energy to send it with as much force as possible to your enemy watch and learn kiddo."

The Shin leaped into the air facing away from Yamcha, he drew in a deep breath and a dark blue ball of energy spiked out before his left hand. As he powered up his true strength it knocked the air out of Rain how immense his true strength was. Yamcha looked on in awe at the powerful Shin as he performed the big bang attack. Before the human warrior knew it, the small orb was now huge and sent toward the heavens. It's mere presence causing the clouds to part away from it and it easily pierced through Earth's gravity and once hitting the vacuum of space it exploded. The shockwaves could even be felt by Yamcha and that was how the human warrior knew he liked this technique, but had others that rivaled it.

"See not that hard is it kiddo?"

Yamcha looked at the Shin and then to his hands and said. "That’s a good technique, but I’m here for speed training. Could you help me?"

The Shin chuckled to herself before saying. "Of course, I’ll train you in ways to improve your base agility, also my name is Crystal, what’s yours?” Yamcha replied. “I’m Yamcha the Mixed Martial Artist it’s a pleasure to meet you.” And with that, the shin and human left to train.

-Later that day-

Yamcha and Crystal sit in the meditation chamber in the crystal room, the Shin using his powers to bring Yamcha to a dimension in the Astral Plane. As the human awoke in the newly created dimension, he noticed a waterfall around a clearing of trees. The shin spoke to him telepathically as he was in the astral plane, Train under the waterfall, try to use your energy to hold the water, it will give your Ki a workout and will be your warm up

All encompassing and pure was the flow of the rather giant waterfall before the young teenage human warrior. However, the strength and pressure of the water was what he needed for his training. His barrier was one of his only and strongest powers, however he had an idea to turn it from being purely defensive but first he had to make it second nature to him and stronger. To do so, he would have to train it. Which is why he called it upon him as he stepped up the waterfall. Using his energy to push out and support the water pushing it out of the way. The weight and intensity of the water made this very hard to do. Crouching in his fighting stance as Yamcha tried to hold his barrier up against the waters. If he could survive the day under the waterfall he would be strong enough to continue.

Within the first hour Yamcha was already feeling the weight upon him, however he still far from his limits of strength. Yamcha continued the flow of energy. Also with this training, he would learn better control and conservation of his energy as he had to use the perfect amount not to tire himself out but still support his needs to get stronger. Sweat was lightly formed on his body as he literally felt as if he was holding the weight of the water. Yamcha imagined his recent defeat as a reason for him having to grow stronger and work with what he had instead of waiting for someone to show him the ropes. He would need to be self sufficient before he could rely on someone else to help him at all.

As hours began to pass, Yamcha began to start to doubt himself. How did he expect himself to do all of this by himself. This was impossible to survive as long as the goal he set for himself dictated. Yamcha was sure that he was about too reach his limit soon and it wouldn't be pretty at all considering he had weighted clothes on too. It would be even harder to swim if the waterfall proved too much and took him under. Yamcha's breath grew heavier as the middle part of the day had just dawned upon him. Yamcha tried to remind himself that in the end all of this would be worth it when he was much stronger and didn't have to worry about this ever again.


Sweat drenched his clothes and body as he was literally shaking now under the constant pressures of the water upon him and his shield. He could feel his energy and determination waning and slowly fading from him. He had barely enough energy to even move at this point and while he was near the end of the day, it didn't seem like all this work was going to pay off. Yamcha fell to his knees, shield wavering but holding up to weight still. Yamcha tried to call on everything for energy, his natural energy, his pride and his strength but it wouldn't help him. He would simply have to abandon this soon before this waterfall and it's deadly force claimed him.

The sun was now setting as the human warrior was struggling with the last vestiges of his energy was fading. Taking deep breaths and straining under great pressures that seemed to only grow stronger as time came. However as Yamcha finally looked up and saw the sun setting, the human warrior began to find some hope and within his hope came strength. He had survived this long so surely he could survive a little longer till the sun finally set. Yamcha found his way back to his feet, and finding his fighting stance once more. Yamcha's body would have been dry if it wasn't from his own sweat from the exertion he had been putting up with. Though as the sun disappeared so did Yamcha's energy as he stumbled from under the waterfall. His aura faded from him as his energy did falling to sleep one the ground.

As he slept, he had a nightmare. The Death God Oroki had come to Kami’s Lookout which sat high above the earth and killed Mr Popo and taken Kami hostage. Yamcha was battling the Death God with all the skill he had learned to save the old guardian of earth. He was finding that his speed was still no match for the Death God who was moving with Grace out of all of his Jin attacks.

“Even with your ‘training’ your still no match for master, your no match for the organization…” He was dodging his attacks then appeared behind him with both hands to his back, discharging a double big bang cannon at point blank range which destroyed Yamcha completely leaving nothing left but a piece of his gi with the insignia of Turtle on the ground which he stepped on before ending his sentence. “…Your no match for me, give up. You’ll never defeat the grace and nobility of a Death God.”

Yamcha woke up back in the meditation room in a cold sweat, the shin concerned. “What…that’s never happened before…for some reason, the energy of the death god is in you and is tormenting you…I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I must leave now.” And with that the shin teleported back to otherworld, concerned about Yamcha.

The human warrior got to his feet and walked towards the door. He opened it and went to the herbalist room. “Spin, I need more training, somehow I’m being plague with negative energy I picked up from Oroki the Death God of the Organization.” Spin growled. “Damn it, I was just growing something for you…okay, Puar! Watch over the garden!”

And with that the two increased their speed and disappeared, reappearing outside flying to parts unknown.

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Next thing he did was increase the gravity. This time he was doing something unheard of. He was going to train under a thirty times gravity situation. Plus the extra weight from his Energy Weighted Rings would make this a very good training session. He would have to be extremely careful under this gravity, he didn’t want to go and beak his bones. This gravity wasn’t a big step up from the gravity he was using last time. But it was still five times heavier. He walked into the room where the gravity machine was located and was awed, finding a cylinder computer in the center of a well granite tile room. He then approached the control panel and entered some buttons. Then a voice came on.

“Enhancing gravity to One hundred and five times enhanced gravity.”

Then when he heard that voice he instantly felt the change in gravity. It was nothing he had ever felt before. This weight was extremely heavy to him. How was he going to train under this if he could barely stay up? He had completed training under all other gravities and this was no exception. He was going to train under here. He willed himself up onto his feet and started.

He started with some basic stretches. He didn’t want to pull and muscles while he was training. If he did he highly doubted that he would be able to get back up. Then he would be stuck until someone came to get him. He stretched his legs out and then he continued with his arms. After all the stretching was done he decided to really get started. He was going to start with some advanced push-ups. They were advanced because of the gravity.

He lay down and began. He put his hands face down onto the ground while pointing his toes to the ground. Then he started to push himself upwards. He slowly pushed himself up, his arms were already starting to tire after just doing one. When he made it he dropped down to the ground face first. He only got one out before he fell. With the gravity and his weighted energy rings on his ankles and wrist on he could barely do anything.

Yamcha got back on the ground and tried again. This time he actually made two then he dropped. The only thing this was helping him with was hurting his face though. This time he was going to do it. He got back onto the ground and started again. After another two he wanted to fall but he kept himself up. He managed to do another ten before he was sure his arms would snap if he didn’t stop.

Next he was going to try some advanced acrobatics. This involved running, jumping, flips and flying. This was the most dangerous part of his training. This was the part where he could really get hurt. There were so many things that could go wrong. This was the part where he had to would have to be careful. First things first he would have to learn how to walk and run under the gravity before he could do anything else. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and began. He stared to move around the room. It wasn’t as hard as he thought it would be.

It was very hard but not as hard as he thought. When he had the walking done he was going to start running. Under this gravity it was more like jogging. He threw his feet in front of himself, making a loud thudding noise each time his foot hit the ground. He was being careful that he was placing his foot right; if he landed on the wrong place of his foot he could fall and injure himself again. After he got the running done he moved on to the next challenge.

He was going to try some basic jumping. Jumping wasn’t that important but he was moving up from running to flying and jumping was in-between. He had been able to master all other things so far so now jumping seemed pretty easy to him. He walked to the edge of the room to get a good run-up. Then he run at his fullest speed and tried to jump. He made it a few inches off the ground before he dropped. The weight from the gravity made him drop much faster. He fell onto his feet and he felt a massive ground shock affect. He stood back up and tried again. This time, when he jumped; Yamcha tried using his Powered Flight Burst technique. When he did that it actually worked this time. And when he fell back down the landing was softer than before.

Now it was time for the ultimate test of gravity training. He was going to try and fly. This part was very dangerous; this bit was the bit that he hated most about gravity training. He was going to try and fly without the aid of his powered flight burst. He walked to the centre of the room and put his hands down to his side. He concentrated, using all his Ki onto flying. He slowly started to lift of the ground. This was putting extreme strain on his muscles. He was actually flying though. Although he couldn’t move around or else he would fall. But he was flying.

That was an intense training session for him. Until the energy weighted blue colored rings came off his wrists and ankles. Feeling a bit better, he spotted Skip standing in the room. “Turn off the gravity machine here manually and start it up in the sparring room, I want you to see me fight myself.” Yamcha felt good. He was going to see the namek fight himself and study his types of stances and forms he uses as well as his hand to hand style.

Yamcha walked up to the console in the center of the granite room and pressed the gravity reset butting. Upon doing so, a red light dimmed in the room and a door opened, The human and namekian warrior zipping out the door by moving so fast, it looked like he vanished from position.

“Alright, time for training!” Spin said to Yamcha. The young namekian then braced himself and took a deep breath as he got into the set of mind required to train. It’s not like he could just start right off the bat. It was a process. Spin meticulously focused on gathering all his energy. His legs were spread apart and his body tense. “Haaaaaa…” Veins were shown through his face and and neck, the stress to perform this ability was harder than regeneration. It was fission; the separating of molecules.

Spin’ bluish white aura rose and engulfed his body, flaring like a flame. Electical currents sparked around his body and suddenly, a second head grew out of the first. Purple blood splattered out with the new head. But it wasn’t over, this was just half the job. Spin continued to rage on focusing on getting the sucker out. Following that head were an extra arm and part of his chest, then came out the second arm and the clone began to pushed himself out of the host. With it came the rest of his incomplete body and there were now two nameks, two Spin’.

The first calmed down as the process was over and his aura disappeared. The two namekians looked at each other. They were exactly the same, from head to toe, to the clothes they were wearing –everything. The two young nameks smirked at each other and jumped to opposite sides, taking a stance for the sparring match to begin. What used to be the power of one was now split in half for every Spin. The wind soared through the sudden silence, the calm before the storm.

“You ready?” said the first, tensing up.

“I was born ready…” the second Spin said.

There was silence once again amongst the namekians, until they both charged in at the same time, with the same battle cry. It was like a fight between twin brothers. They could tell what the other was thinking, they knew all their moves and shared those moves, they thought the same and new every tactic; although, it wasn’t really like that when it came to real twins. No, these were more connected than siblings from the same womb, they were clones. Neither of them were the fake Spin, one couldn’t live without the other; they were the same person, the same soul, expressed through two physical bodies.

As the young pair lunged at each other, they immediately broke into a series of attacks upon impact; throwing aimless punches at close distance combat, sending a kick from time to time while the other blocked and dodged. They didn’t move from that spot, they were at the same meeting point, but fighting at high speeds. And as they did, they began to rise to the green namekian sky vertically, but remained in the same line of space.

Suddenly, both Spin’ got the idea to try out a move they had experienced before. They weren’t very sure how it worked, but they thought to have the idea during the heat of battle and decided to try it out. And so, in a flash, the two namekians disappeared for a brief moment, reappearing a few feet away in the opposite direction. Immediately after they had already charged in, continuing their power struggle. They had performed the Afterimage. But it didn’t leave an after-image the way they were using it, although they could if they wanted as the second Spin was about to demonstrate.

The first thrust his clenched fists forward with passion, expecting it to at least hit something solid. But to his surprise, his hand met with air and the image of where his opponent once stood faded with it. Confused, Spin looked around to find his opponent, who had been patiently waiting behind the namekian. “Nice…” he said. The second grinned in approval and charged in once again, continuing the onslaught. They weren’t really disappearing and reappearing like a bunch of magicians, Afterimage was actually a high speed movement that if you tried, you could leave a silhouette of where you once stood. It was a handy way to trick your adversaries.

The namekians now modified their attacks, using their new learnt moves. They would fight in mid-air keeping the same rhythm they had since the beginning. Both of them would Afterimage a few feet away and newly lunge at each other ever more; occasionally, they would leave an after-image, trying to disorient the other. They continued this until it got old and one began to force the other back, finding themselves fighting above the green ocean. The two descended and continued fighting horizontally, inches from the water, which bellowed down as they rushed past it, lifting it and pushing it apart. The water would move around after they were gone until it returned to its static state.

An elevated land was up ahead and over their heads, but they didn’t mind. The two continued fighting while rushing through the air like torpedoes; the identical auras were fused and raged on violently as they approached land. The bluish white aura was the first to scratch the hardened surface, weakening it slightly as the nameks smashed into it vertically, one with back against the wall of the cratered edge they created upon impact, still fighting as the wall slowly got deeper and deeper, swallowing the namekian whole.

When both of them tunneled inside and under the ground, their auras flared as both yelled a powerful kiai which emanated a powerful invisible wave that crumbled the rocks around them and turned it into rubble. Just like that, they were outside again and increased the size of the hole. The first namek proceeded with a right punch to the chest. Inclining his body towards it to back up the punch, but the second namekian afterimaged himself, making a blurred image of himself that was intangible and somewhat transparent. All this just as the Duo form of the namek felt the blow surface; he had moved in time to evade the full power of that punch, but it still slightly bruised him. The second Spin countered with a roundhouse kick that catapulted the first into the horizon afterward, rubbing his chest to ease the pain. He snarled at his flying counterpart and rose into the sky with a barrage of ki blasts.

Thanks to the momentum of that roundhouse kick, Spin had managed to evade the orbs of energy in the beginning, making them drown in the green ocean. The water beneath him would pop up as if they’d dropped a bomb. Spin, whom was with his back to the water, rotated midair, now his back to the barrage of chi blasts and bolted out with a surge of energy that lifted the water behind him like a motor boat. When he felt he was at a safer distance which granted him more time to react, he turned around again, facing his opponent whom had not ceased firing and began to counter with his own barrage of identical energy blasts. Every sphere met with the other, exploding in the air; the key to win this power struggle was whoever could produce the fastest and so the two halves of one began to gradually speed up more and more. But their powers were matched and neither of them were winning nor losing.

The first Spin suddenly stopped and as the barrage closed in he used his new technique to high speed a few feet to the left and skyrocket towards his opponent. The second Spin was still going strong with his attack and followed his other half’s movements, but he managed to maneuver around the yellow orbs of energy and Afterimage away from the really close ones; a few still managed to hit him, but it barely managed to slow him down in his trajectory. When Spin reached a comfortable range, he performed one last Afterimage and aimed towards the gut. But the second left an after-image, appearing a few feet behind, which the first then realized as he felt the location of his energy. The second Spin extended his left hand forward with great force, hands clenched tightly into fists, but the first then swiftly evaded to the right and gripped the elongated arm.

Spin began to panic as he was now in a fragile situation as the other Spin pulled on his arm and whipped him to the ground. The landing cratered below him and his arm began to retreat back to normal length. The fallen Spin ascended angrily, his clothes were now torn and dirty. “That hurt…” he said. The other namekian grinned, “That was the idea…” and so infuriating the other even more as he began to grow and take the form of a great namek. Spin decided to do the same and quickly matched the size of the other. They had the same power and it seemed like the world simply shrinked.

Following the transformation, a telepathic link made them choose the next move as they put their arms forward with cupped hands and focused their energy, auras flaring, as it concentrated and took form between their palms; soon extending outward and meeting with the other. “HAAAAA!” they yelled in unison, the beams sparked electricity in the core of their union but it seemed that the second soon began to give in. Spin seemed to have lost a lot of energy producing so many energy blasts as he had continued with that barrage before the other even began and long after he stopped. Spin had lost triple the energy his counterpart had during their fireworks and that last blow fazed him a little.

With the facts laid down on the table, the first Spin’ energy wave was victorious and soon after overpowering the other, it engulfed and swallowed his counterpart whole. “Ahh..” he moaned as the energy wave burned the rest of his top Gi and the extremes of his lower Gi –the legs. Spin was lying on the ground all burnt and injured. “D-damn you…” he cried, struggling to get back on his feet. It was true that they were both the real Spin, but to them only one was real and the other just a temporary clone. It hurt their pride to lose against the other and they believed that the victor would be the dominant soul when they have been one soul since the very beginning. The latter desperately rose to his feet, both were now shrinked to their original forms and the other calmly walked towards the injured namekian.

“Sorry, but this fight is over.” He said, with a confident grin that mocked the other beyond imagination. Spin’ face was flushed with fury, he didn’t want to lose here, and he wanted to become the stronger half. But Spin stood there, looking down upon the other –or at least, that was how it felt. Then Spin’ grin disappeared and his face turned into one of confusion and worry. Maybe it was a lucky break, but the other Spin was pointing his finger at the first with an immense concentration of chi forming around the tip. The injured and ridiculed namekian smirked, “Now who’s laughing?” and with an impulse, a quick and accurate ray shot out. Spin’ eyes widened. “I don’t have that technique!” he thought out loud not knowing what to do about the incredibly fast beam. He managed to jerk himself to the side in time to evade a fatal injury, but he was painted white with shock as the yellow ray pierced through his left shoulder and blood spattered on the blue grass.

Spin gripped his shoulder tightly, he couldn’t believe what had happened; he was paralyzed from the intense burning pain that spanned through his shoulder. His body was shaking; the blood crawled down his arm, onto his hands and dripped to the ground. His right hand was bathed in the purple blood. His breath turned short and quivered, it was suddenly cold. But it was weird kind of cold, because namekian’s tough skin was usual enough to fight it off, they weren’t as fragile as the humans were, but anyone is fragile when something goes through their body a rips through all that tissue, muscles and bones, his nerves and veins; it was a terrifying experience.

Sure, they could just regenerate, even if Spin hadn’t moved, even if it hit him in a ‘fatal’ spot like the heart –he could still regenerate and heal himself. As long as the head was without damage, they could regenerate as many times as they wanted. But even so, it was painful and regeneration took time. Spin could die from loss of blood if he didn’t regenerate in time; he could pass out. Not to mention, Namekians didn’t gain anything by suffering as saiyans did. When they recover, they were exactly the same they were whence the battle started, but saiyans were another story. However, most of the shock was the fact that he had even performed that kind of attack in the first place. Not him, but his other half. Spin didn’t know any ray techniques, did the other do it out of rage? Was it a fluke?

Spin walked to the other, which was now lying unconscious in the satan black granite tiled sparring room. He had used all the energy he had left with that last surprising attack. The ray held an extremely concentrated amount of ki, it could possibly pierce through anything and it was pretty hard to evade.

The namekian lamely crouches next to his fallen adversary and places his hand over the body. “You were a worthy opponent.” He said with a soft smile, although the other Spin was unaware and probably would never be; then again, he did say it himself. And so the body began to glow and convert into energy which was suctioned by Spin and two became one just the same as they were split. Spin felt something change inside of him, and for a moment, he thought that he had gained the knowledge he was missing to perform the move his counterpart had managed to do; he felt as if he had done it himself.

Yamcha smirked as the now whole namekian got to his feet and turned to look into himself. The human warrior then broke the ice, “That was good Spin, now I’m off to the meditation room to go over what you’ve done hand to hand and how you handled yourself energy, speed, and Jin wise,” And with that Yamcha sits down in the room. And began to meditate, a white aura of energy steaming out of his pores as he began to combined his Jin and energy to strengthen his speed as his legs started to sweat quite a bit along with his chest and forehead.”

Spin then sat down with Yamcha and meditated with him, while under one hundred and five times gravity.

-to be continued-


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Yamcha and Spin enter the room with the gravity machine within it. Now ready for another gravity session, he started himself off towards the controls; his King Kai training gi & PTO Helmet with scouter attached with his samurai sword in a sheath on his back. He walked up to the control and pressed a sequence of buttons, placing the setting to one hundred and ten, the lights in the room turning dim red as the weight slowly adjusted to the new setting.

Yamcha’s body was strong enough to train in this level of gravity. It felt stressful and straining but by using his discipline as a martial artist master and his focus as a weapons expert; he found a way to cope with the extra weight so it woulden’t effect his training, simple mind over matter.


He did a few warm-ups - a bit of jogging in place, raising his knees parallel to the ground as he raised his legs. The muscles in his legs became to get strained a bit. Constricting and expanding from the pace of the jog and the gravity going against his legs, thighs, ankles, feet and calves. After a few minutes of jogging on the spot. He stopped and began to stretch his legs, getting low to the ground with the curling of each leg. Yamcha preformed this stretch for a few minutes until he felt his legs burning which indicated muscle growth was occurring and he should train another part of himself.

Next was the shadow-boxing. He shot his right fist forward into the air then followed with a flying roundhouse as he raised his left leg, spun counter clockwise while raising it as he propelled himself forward. He followed up by raising his left arm and performing an elbow strike as well as following up with his right for a hook where a face would be.

Now ready to finish up, he back flipped; raising his legs as he turned counterclockwise in his movements to nail the invisible opponent in the chin to lift and throw the would-be opponent behind his back. Then as he was with his back to the ground in midair, he held himself in said position with flight and turned so the front of the body was facing the ground.

Yamcha’s anger then began to rise, sick and tired of being afraid of using his true Jin on people, his emotions become hard to control. His strength seemed to rise quite slightly and noticeably as the steam would flow off his arms and chest, his tattoos on each arm glowing as steam came off them as well. His skin would glow with a pinkish hue as his power would rise, alongside his anger. He was sick of limiting himself. He fought with what the earth had to offer and now it was like, he was under a training regiment, striving for more speed to defeat a human who so deadly, he’s a Death God. He then propelled himself forward, using his strength to grip the air and launch himself forward; nailing a granite cylinder pillar with the tip of his skull.

The mixed martial artist then proceeded while he trained his dragon rush to go right through the pillar, coming through the other side and slowing down until he stopped and sat up; looking at the granite cylinder pillar he just broke through after using a technique called dragon rush upon it. He then landed on his feet, his chest and arms dripping with sweat. He didn’t think using the powerhouse ability in enhanced gravity would have drawbacks, now he knows.

By the time Yamcha was done with the exercise he put himself through, He raised his left hand to his scouter and spoke. “Computer, ready the dumb bells.” Suddenly a slot opens up in the floor and weighted dumb bells from twenty pounds to one hundred pounds appeared.

Yamcha shook himself off and stood hard without strain, and decided to sit on the floor while doing his curls, picking up the eighty pound dumbbells. Normally he was capable of lifting considerable weight. Now curling one hundred and sixty pounds in each arm, he could feel sweat drip off of his arms and chest once more; the weight causing muscle growth.

When he decided he'd had enough curls, he slowly stood up and approached the heavier barbell for the purposes of attempting some dead lifts. Now with ninety five pounds dumb bells, doing dead lifts with one hundred and ninety pounds in each arm; the muscles in his body began to get solid. Yamcha’s biceps and triceps were sweating with each dead lift along with the open part of his chest. Yamcha could feel his Jin improving.

After his tenth dead lift, he put down the dumbbells and sat on the floor again. He closed his eyes, and he attempted to reach his center, attempted to bring himself calm. He found himself in the wilds of his mind, wandering along white sand beaches and dense jungles, feeling - really feeling, not just detecting the sensations of wind and sun on his face, of moisture on his skin, of flavors and smells and sounds. He felt all the beautiful things on this world and all others, and was at peace for a brief moment.

He then centered himself within his inner spiritual energy and drew from it, becoming empowered as a Demi-Human. As his body got bigger, stronger and more durable along with his energy rising; he still sat in lotus position.

Yamcha sat straighter in this form, his form more perfect. He used his increased processing speed to focus more on the center of his energy - something he had never believed he had, but had started to be able to feel. He leaned over ever so gracefully and pulled the dead lift bar to himself, and placed it over his shoulders, holding it there as he sat straight. With his Empowerment ability was almost easy, but he could feel the strain becoming so much worse. He knew that if he kept it up, he might just not break his buff arms - he might die.

But he held out as long as he could. He stayed in his center, in his peaceful inner universe for as long as he could. But his universe started to collapse as his body collapsed. His white sand beaches were set ablaze by an ever-brightening sun as he began to sweat extremely. His dense jungles were deforested as his bones began to feel like they were at breaking point, and were getting bruised from the weight of the dead lift bar with the weights on it within this enhanced gravity. Finally, he let go of the bar and released his transformation

Yamcha found that he leg muscles felt numb, as well as his right and left arm feeling weak. He then fell to the ground, sweating hard from his chest, arms and face. He then spoke to Spin telepathically,

Spin, I’ve reached my limit…help…if the gravity is not reset, I’ll die.

Spin ran to the gravity machine and pressed the off button, causing the gravity parameters to be reset to one and shut down. He then grabbed Yamcha and took him to the rest and relaxes room to rest off the pain of the gravity and relax his muscles from his Jin training.

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Yamcha was training in the mountains all day, and finished up just as he looked at the sun. Dusk came accompanied by a blood red sky. A harbinger to the slaughter to follow, as a rumbling erupted from the earth, the tree above the grand cavern shook with a ferocity foretelling the coming of a grand beast. The likes of which Yamcha had never bore eyes on before. A mass of red fur, scarred from previous battles, burling muscles rippling from his chest as if he were chiseled from a mountain. A sculpture made in the visage of a Titan.

He rose from the depths of the earth like a great demon, claws which rend flesh from bone, separating life from death, and cutting the binding chains of life away from the living. His eyes beady black and huge, resembling the moon, pulling the tides towards it only to have the earth reclaim them. Yamcha stared into the abyss, unknowing yet unyielding.

Two more green beings came from beneath the earth in holes behind the first monster. The two green goblins then rose, both wearing the Demon King Training Gis; both twins. When the beast stepped from the shadows, the blood in Yamcha’s body burned with excitement. The power of the monster was beyond comparison. “The two goblins split up. One ran off, suppressing his powerlevel to one and escaped the battlefield. The other one left the shadows to reveal himself to Yamcha’s visibility

The troll smelled the air and smiled, “FEE FAI FO FUM! I’ll tear the flesh of man tonight, so come out and join the fight.” His voice rang out like thunder, booming and loud.

Yamcha got ready for the fight of his life, and charged the troll while creating a Ki ball.

“There you are. Come get some!” the Troll yelled putting his hand up to block Yamcha’s path.

Yamcha contorted around the monsters hand throwing his Ki ball into his face. The explosion blinded him, and he brought both hands up to rub his stinging eyes. When he opened them again, Yamcha was gone, hiding in his shadow.

“Run, run as fast as you can, I’ll still catch you little man!” The Troll taunted looking for Yamcha and smelling around.

When he finally caught a whiff of Yamcha he turned quickly smacking Yamcha into a tree. The force of incalculable to Yamcha and he flew straight through the forest into another hill. A thumping rush burled through wilderness, and the troll stomped into the clearing. Each step he took, shook the ground beneath him with his power.

“Damn it! I’m gonna have to aren’t I?” Yamcha said to himself. “Make this easy on both of us and let me eat you!” The Troll spoke sharply to him. Yamcha grinned and replied apon hearing the statement “Eat me? Then come get some you furry Smelly Freak!”

“EAAAAARRRRGH!!” The troll ran after Yamcha swinging left and right. It seemed the human warrior struck a nerve.

Yamcha dodged left and right, up and down all the while waiting for his one opportunity. The next time the Troll roared, Yamcha held his breath and flew into his mouth, down his gullet; punched out his Esophagus and down his chest cavity until he saw it. The huge red heart of the Troll, cradled by massive pipes feeding it blood, and taking the same to the rest of his giant body. On either side were gigantic lungs twelve times larger than the largest Demi-Human. Yamcha roared releasing his white tiger flame, pushing his hands together he allowed the flame to form between his hands taking the shape of a large fiery ball. His palms thrummed with power, and when all the flame reached his hands he let out a mighty yell blasting the White Tiger Blast at the beasts heart, showering the inside of his chest cavity with bits and pieces of what used to be the core of the beast.

The Troll clutched his chest, and shook the ground with his thrashing. The gashes from his claws fused together into scars as Yamcha flew out of his mouth.

The Goblin smirked. “You may have defeated the Troll, but you haven’t defeated the two Goblin Warrior twins, servants of the Demon King. We’ll be back one day…until then remember…the earth is our diverse planet, your job is to protect it from outsiders.”

Yamcha then shot forward with a very hard punch to send the goblin flying, channeling strength into his Jin as he launched his right fist towards the goblin’s chest. To Yamcha’s surprise, the hit went through an afterimage, the goblin no where to be seen. He then walked towards a mountain, deep in thought.

Yamcha had come up with a great idea. He would do a special kind of training today This was his first day of this new special training. Today he would go on to the highest peak of earth which happened to be on a mountain peak. It would be cold, hard and just what he needed to became stronger.

When he had arrived on the mountain he decided that for extra training he would climb up the mountain instead of flying. It was cold to say the least. He gripped his fingers around the hard rocks and began to climb.

It started off easy. He was starting to understand how hard this would be about half-way. The air had started to thin and the snow had started to numb his finger. Luckily he could heat himself up with his Ki or else he would probably be dead by now. He decided he would sleep for a while in a near-by cave and that he would get started again in a hour or so.

He woke up about an hour later to find a hungry family of mountain wolves. He was not frightened. He looked up; he always accepted a challenge. The mother wolf snarled at him. The father stepped forward. He would be the first to die. The father jumped straight at Yamcha. Yamcha threw his fist at it. Knocking the wolf into the wall.

But the wolf did not give up he jumped back at Yamcha. He laughed it off at shot a Ki beam at its leg. Next would be the mother. It lunged same as the father. Yamcha kicked it away. The wolves would not give up so easily. The mother dug her claws into Yamcha’s face. It stung like hell. He threw a Ki blast at it. Then Yamcha felt a sharp pain in his left leg. He turned and saw the father chewing into his leg. He was about to blast it into the dust but the children attacked. He knocked them away. He then proceeded to kill the father.

He thought that he had victory then he saw the two children jump at his arms. They locked their jaws into his arms. He threw his arms around, trying to knock the wolves off. He eventually managed to get the wolves off his arms and now he was mad. He gave one of the small wolves an upper cut into the wolf. He turned to the other one and booted it in the face. He blasted them both with his Ki.

He continued his climb up to the peak of the mountain. After a while he found a creature wondering around. It was at least eight feet tall and had six inch claws. He thought that this creature would give him a good fight. He attacked it. He swiped at this creature with his fist. The creature was much stronger than him. It pushed its claws into Yamcha’s chest. It just missed his heart. Yamcha pulled its arm and blasted it with Ki. He then fell back onto a rock. He was bleeding out on to the rock.

He managed to stumble back up onto his feet. He turned to the creature screaming in pain. He roundhouse kicked it in the back of its head. He did not put enough force on to damage it. He just wanted its attention. He laughed in the creatures face and, thrusting his finger forward; fired a ki beam.

His mission for the day was over. He flew down the side of the mountain and hit the ground hard. He was quite happy that he had managed to do this. But the challenge would only get harder as the day went on. He then began to walk towards the forest of Korin.

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Clouds and the wind roared around the young adult as he rocketed through the skies towards a new destination: Te. The world under him long forgot as he looked for his own oasis where he could relax and train within his own solace. His red long locks of hair whipping wildly as he further increased his speed. Sometimes it was fun to simply test how fast he could truly go if his life would depend on it. Though, it was by no means comforting as he has seen people easily make his speed appear to be little but nothing. His eyes now scanning the world under him and he spotted a rather lush looking forest hosting its own waterfall and it was too sweet not take a look at.

He easily descended within the forest, his power moving the leaves and limbs out of his way. He wore black camouflage fighting style pants with an open black camouflage training Gi which exposed his chest and had the mark of turtle on the front insignia and the King Kai insignia on the back. He slowly did some stretches to loosen his tight muscles: Curls for his legs, waist rotations for his torso, as well as finishing up with some jumping jacks.

Now with loosened muscles that won’t cramp up, Yamcha dove into the waterfall. He swam underwater for a long time exploring the bottom of the waterfall before his body required more air. His red eyes deeply contrasting with the water's blue hue around him. He lifted his body back simply floating within the water allowing his body and mind to drift as he relaxed himself. Had he been paying attention, he would have sensed someone’s presence drawing ever closer to him. At the last minute, his senses flared as he felt someone rather strong mere seconds away from him.

Without warning a blast of energy roared its way toward Yamcha. Yamcha shot out of the way flying to the left to see his new foe. Yamcha summoned Ki from deep inside him channeling it to his palms releasing a volley of his own energy at the enemy. Still blocked by the multiple energy bursts Yamcha could only feel the enemies movement, it dodged the first two blasts but got peppered by the last three.

Finally clear Yamcha could see that it was female with a tail like him in the slaver's outfit. She scowled at him, and before he could react she reached up screaming Masenko. Yamcha didn't have time to move out the way as the energy seemingly engulfed his form. However, it wasn't as it seemed as through the energy Yamcha stood his shield coating his skin.

Without further reason, he flew high into the air dropping his shield as soon as he cleared the energy wave. He charged his Ki as he moved around her in a semi-circle before diving in on the lady. She threw a punch, but Yamcha kicked his feet from under him causing him to tilt back instead slamming his knee into her chest and stomach. She flew back into the rocks of the waterfall, and for a moment Yamcha thought it was over. However, as dangerous energy spiked from the waterfall and the rocked cleared to show her charging Yamcha realized he had thought wrong. "Time to fall back under your bandit ways boy!" Without further words she dashed forward reaching Yamcha in seconds as he back pedaled. They exchanged blows with Yamcha falling on the defensive mainly blowing her surprising strong blows.

Yamcha suddenly stopped the defensive by lashing out with his leg sending a devastating kick to her head. Yamcha then turned watching her as she crashed once more into the rock face of the waterfall and without waiting he pulled his right arm back, gathering energy in his right hand then swiped it down towards the spot that the saiyan girl fell; launching numerous green ki blasts downwards. And with the last blast he formed a triangle with his two hands infront of his chest aiming downwards and began to charged up his energy, a green emerald aura coming about his body. The human warrior then discharged a massive spiritual beam of energy from his triangle shaped hands that were infront of the human warrior’s chest down below so sure that this was going to be the end he said "Now that should be the end of you"

The charged up Tri-Beam rocketed from his hands towards the saiyan warrior, and a rather large explosion erupted from its connection. Yamcha shielded his eyes while waiting to see the results of his efforts. That was before he found himself looking at the face end of a super Masenko. Yamcha cupped his hands infront of him and caught the devil’s blast with his palms, stopping it in it’s tracks, his body braced for the explosion that followed. But behind him, the saiyan then launched a gallic gun towards his back causing a massive explosion.

It was pure agony as his body felt like it was literally being burned apart. He could understand how the slaver was still alive from his attacks. He began to slowly fall toward the waters of the waterfall but a powerful kick sent into straight into the rocks. Pain now literally left him dizzy; he couldn't imagine how strong this lady had to be? But this couldn't have happened to him, for he has simply trained too hard for this. As his pride ironed his will, he looked up at the lady dashing toward him hoping to complete the capture. As she threw a punch, he ducked to the left and sent another knee to her stomach. She responded almost instantly by doing the same thing, Yamcha rolled off the pain and delivered a powerful Ki blast to her upper chest.

She flew back several feet enough for Yamcha to finally get a good look at her. She had several burn scars over her body and upon self analysis he did too. However, the most noticeable one was the one he just delivered. Blood leaked from that one which indicated a weakness for Yamcha.

As he dashed forward he was already thinking steps ahead, he caught a blow to his face that left him dizzy and a kick to the chest but now his inner fire was burning. All it would take was one mistake because they were too evenly matched. As she ducked one of his punches and came back up Yamcha was already reacting to her attack as he leaned back, sending his right knee into her jaw. She dashed back toward the waterfall, Yamcha pressed his own attack.

He spun low twisting while whipping his leg around creating momentum and delivering a devastating kick to the chest that not only elicited blood shooting from the ladies mouth but sending her directly into the rock wall within the waterfall. Yamcha dashed forward meeting her by grabbing her head within his right palm; pulling it back he with all his might slammed her head into the way.

His anger growing so deeply with him he slammed her head into the wall as he channeled all of his Jin into the thrusting movement once more before screaming "This time stay dead" And pouring his all his Ki into his right hand while his left held her head by the hair, Yamcha emitted a giant Ki wave at point blank range into the back of the slaver's face. Blood splattered the walls and the body fell to be claimed by the waters.

Yamcha looked at the blood on his hands and thought over the battle. He would need a lot more strength before he could truly fulfill his dreams. He turned around slowly floating through the water letting it wash the blood and his wounds. As he slowly floated into the water once again content with the day, he closed his eyes and began to once more float. He replayed the battle in his head, thinking about where he could have done better. And most importantly how had she so easily found him.

She was a saiyan but more importantly, she was evil and wanted him to go back to his evil ways. A touch of concern came over Yamcha. Evil must be scared, they know of me somehow and are trying to tempt me with darkness…ever since that fight with Oroki, The Death God; people have entered my life and began to influence the way I do things. First Spin of the dragon clan comes in, then Crystal of the Lesser Kaioshins who represents King Kai on earth. And now this, some saiyan girl wanting my soul to become dark. This is very interesting what events are unfolding.

After so many months. He was attacked by a saiyan warrior. That thought served to deeply disturb Yamcha to his core but he didn't want to admit it at all. He then looked around and gathered his Ki, gathering his aura about his body and lifting off into the skies, heading for Kame House on Master Roshi’s Island.

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