Training with Master Roshi part 2 5081 words

by Yamcha the banned 2/8/2012, 7:14 am

Yamcha knew he had to train hard to please roshi. The turtle hermit came out and smiled, "So much dedication and effort. good." He then smiled, "Your first task is to improve your skills then go off and survive in the wilderness for 40 days and 40 nights, there's an island with a fight club on it. After you train there, a ferry man will take you to the island where you can begin your wilderness survival training," Yamcha bowed, "Thank you teacher, i will train hard to improve my skills and i will complete the wilderness survival training afterwards."

And with that, Yamcha gathered his ki and floated in the air, he suddenly sensed ki nearby on a island with a fight club and flew over towards it. As he was flying throught the air he spotted a building on a far off island where martial artists and spectaters were going in. He knew these were martial artists because they were wearing their gis. There were so many people going in that he decided to go in. As he went in there was a booth. The man in the booth smiled. "Hello, are you fighting or spectating?" Midnight replied. "Fighting of course." The man said. "Well today we have a survival matchup...can you do it...who knows..." Midnight just shrugged and walked in. The ring was a big circle, he was in the waiting section, he saw some fighters and smirked, "This should be fun...this city has alot of diverse people..." He said to himself as he waited for his turn. The anouncer shouted, "Yamcha! come out to the ring to fight your opponent!"

The human jumped into the ring ready to take down his opponent. Once the referee told them to begin Yamcha made his way to the middle of the ring. He held out his hand to his opponent for a sign of respect. This time the scrawny kid swung his fist and caught Yamcha on the jaw. The green man jumped back and grabbed his jaw, but to his surprise he found that it didn’t hurt it just caught him off guard. Now Yamcha smiled as he moved forwards once again.

Now he knew he didn’t have to be scared to get hit. Yamcha found out he could actually take a punch so now he didn’t have to worry about dodging at all. This definitely was going to be an easy match. Even easier than he had originally though. The human was letting all this information get to his head and was getting arrogant though.

Moving back to the middle of the ring he took a few more hits. Unlike the last strike he had taken to the jaw though these were judging. He got used to the speed of the punches so he could begin to read them. An expected punch came flying towards his face and Yamcha moved to the side. Positioning himself behind the skinny and weak opponent he grabbed onto the back of his shirt and pulled. Sticking his leg out he would throw his opponent to the ground.

Unfortunately for Yamcha this fighter was quick on the ground as well. He rolled backwards right back onto his feet and launched his body forwards for another assault. His shoulder slammed into Yamcha’s stomach and pushed him onto his back. The scrawny fighter kept on moving and ended up straddling Yamcha’s body. Now on bottom punches were being thrown towards Yamcha’s face. The human put his hands up to block his face and waited until the arm that gave the cheap shot at the beginning of the fight fell towards him.

Bucking his hips he pushes the smaller Human off balance causing him to put out his arms to catch himself. Yamcha wrapped his arm around the forearm of his opponent and pushed it down until the elbow collapsed to the ground. Putting that same foot over the enemy’s Yamcha pushed his fist into the Human’s opposite ribs and pushed. The skinny Human was easily pushed off him and unfortunately Yamcha still had a hold of his arm. Getting up on one knee Yamcha positioned his body over his opponents and put pressure on the elbow until his shoulder dislocated. The small Human cried out in pain and then passed out. Normally Yamcha would have let the opponent give up from the pain but he didn’t take kindly to disrespect.

The human got off the stage and smiled to himself. He was getting through these fights rather easily. Now that the crowd had decreased even more he could see the arena better and now paid more attention. Then he grinned at the next two who walked onto the stage. One of the two was the impolite Human from outside the building. He was hoping he was going to get to fight him next so he walked off and got a drink of water. Yamcha figured he would need to be completely refreshed before fighting him. He wanted to beat his face through the tiles of the ring.

When he got back to the crowd he noticed two other people fighting. It seemed the other match was already over. He spaced out as he thought about his next fight and how he was going to beat his opponent and before he knew it, it was his turn once again. He climbed back onto stage and smiled when he faced the impertinent being from earlier. Yamcha was very eager to beat this guy.

Moving forwards to the middle of the ring he saw the opponent stick his hand out as the sign of respect that Yamcha usually did. The human sneered and shook his head not only did he not trust this Human he also didn’t respect him enough to even fake respect. The bigger Human who was announced as Clovous shrugged and threw a body hook. Yamcha smiled and pushed forwards he wasn’t scared of getting hit after the last fight.

Yamcha’s eyes widened as the fist dug into his lean stomach. Pain shot threw his body and the air left his lungs. The shock from the hit actually paralyzed him for a few seconds, but before that time was up another punched hit him in the side of his face throwing him across the ring. ‘I should have watched his fight! I would have known he punched harder than my last opponent’ ,he thought to himself, not that it would help him any now.

The human struggled to push himself to his hands and knees. Dismally the bigger and stronger Human was already on the other side of him and was about to kick him in the ribs but than paused. He took a couple steps backwards and beckoned Yamcha to get back to his feet. Yamcha took the time to take a few breaths hoping to calm down again. He was fortunate enough to have an opponent who was more respectful in battle than he was out on the streets.

As soon as Yamcha got his bearings back he pushed himself to his feet and faced his opponent. Getting back into a fighting stance he nodded his head and waited for his opponent to come near him. To win this fight he was going to have to be a counter fighter. Clovous stepped forwards and sent a quick jab towards Yamcha’s face. Yamcha knew he would have to dodge and move his head to the side. Not having regained his demeanor as well as he hoped the punch still grazed his cheek bone cutting it open.

When he felt a warm liquid falling from his cheek he wiped it away and shook his head. He wanted to win this fight more and more now. Yamcha waited for his opponent to close in once more and threw a punch. Instead of dodging this time Yamcha threw a low front kick. It aimed for the inside of the opponent’s forward leg. Then after it bounced off the leg he changed angles and shot it towards the other leg. When it connected with both legs it caused the bigger man to lose his stability. Yamcha noticed this and threw a strong elbow towards his jaw.

It landed right were the human wanted it to and Clovous fell on his back. Not giving him any time to regain his composure Yamcha capitalized on the moment. Jumping straight into full mount Yamcha swung downward elbows into the bride of his opponents nose. Flesh split open after the first attack but Yamcha didn’t stop. He kept throwing them down his opponent being in too much shock to even retaliate.

Clovous laid there unconscious as the referee yelled to stop. Yamcha was about to land another elbow before he recaptured his sanity and stopped the attack. He got off his opponent afraid that if he kept going he would be disqualified. When he left the ring his opponent was dragged off by other staff members and the blood was cleaned from the tiles by another. Yamcha learned his lesson and watched the next fight so he could learn about his next opponent.

Yamcha stepped into the ring once more. What he had learned from his opponent was that he was really good at fighting. So Yamcha would have to go in get off a few quick punches and then get out of range before he could get hit some more. The referee announced this would be the last round before the remaining fighters from each division would group up and complete the competition the next day.

When the referee started the match both fighters moved towards the center of the ring. Each fighter showed there respect before they intiated the fighting sequence. Yamcha threw two quick jabs but before he could pull back the opponent threw one that caught him under the same eye that was cut open earlier. It easily opened it back up and let it bleed some more.

Yamcha jumped back and cleaned the blood away once more. There was a rule in this competition that you weren’t allowed to heal the cuts just put a type of goo over them to stop the continuation of bleeding. Yamcha stared at his opponent who was named Colegiate. He was very fast and still hit hard. It seemed that Yamcha would only have the chance for one strike before he could move out again.

The human circled in and threw a leg kick before jumping back and just dodging a strike to the face. Colegiate stumbled backwards from the attack but he didn’t let it bother him too much. Before Yamcha could get any chance to move in on his opponent he already regained his posture. This was definitely going to be one of Yamcha’s toughest fights ever.

Moving in once more Yamcha threw a punch towards his opponent’s body. Unluckily his punch came up short and his opponent threw a head kick. Ducking and spinning at once the human attempted a sweep at the remaining leg on the ground. With great leg strength the older Human was able to jump over the attack with just one foot. As he came towards the ground he tried to stomp on Yamcha’s leg and hoped to break it. The nimble human nearly got hit but bounced back from his opponent just in time.

Colegiate got a grin on his face and was clearly down playing games. His arms relaxed at his side and he didn’t even hold a fist. The Humans hands were flat his palms facing his body. Then he began swinging his arms in random patterns that Yamcha couldn’t read and get used to. Everyone once in a while a bit of air forced off the fist would hit Yamcha. The young Human could read the attacks and was getting nowhere. He had no choice but to block.

The young warrior shrugged and ducked a straight jab, preforming the splits and nailed his opponent in the balls as he used just his jin and shot forward with his right fist. Yamcha's opponent grabbed himself and screamed. He was wobbly and off balance. Yamcha then spun on the ground as he leaned to his back and got back onto his feet, ready to continue. Yamcha's opponent was rocked, he got his balance and bearings back and got into horse stance with his feet wide and his arms close to his chest. Yamcha preformed a flying Thai knee to the chest of his opponent who blocked with his arms. As the hit landed, yamcha brought his two arms down, his hands hitting the inner of the shoulder blades preforming karate chops to said areas. The opponent screamed and yamcha preformed a headbutt and bounced off of his opponent, causing his great pain from the attacks landing.

As the opponent was off balance, Yamcha ran forward with a knee to the gut which dropped him. The master of the wolf fang fist then was over his opponent, headbutting him numerous times, then pummled his chest while on top of him then finished up with a hard right to the left cheek, which broke some of the tiles that he was under.

Someone yelled. "Hold it!" Yamcha stopped and got back to his feet. His opponent was unconscience. "Yamcha wins the match," Yamcha smirked and showed his respect. "Thank you, it was all skill." The young hero then left the ring and went to the pier. He asked the ferryman. "Where is the savage island here? i had special training to do from Muten Roshi." The ferryman smirked, "Come on in, i'll take you there, let me guess, 40 days and 40 nights...okay, come on my ship." Yamcha got onto the hovercraft and flew to the savage island."

***a few minutes later***

Yamcha was dropped off on the island and began his training. He was hungry, suddenly a gorrila came and threw a hard punch into yamcha's chest which he blocked, sent flying into a tree. Yamcha repelled off the tree and preformed a hard punch to the gorilla, a roar was heard as Yamcha's fist hit the gorilla in his heart, causing it to explode from the stress and died, Yamcha took the dead gorilla to a cave where he found some wood and stone. Yamcha used a skinning knife he found in the cave to get all the fur and skin off of the gorilla, until there was just meat. Then he made a fire and cooked the meat, eating it happily. "This is easy," Yamcha said. "And it tastes good too." After eating the meat, Yamcha went outside to see what he could find. He then found a tree with bananas on the branches. As Yamcha walked towards the tree a Lion pounced on him. The young hero then kneed the lion in his stomach, sending him airborn. Yamcha then climbed the tree and took most of the bananas. He then came back down, the lion wheezing hard from the knee. Yamcha punched it in his head, killing it. He then went back to the cave and skinned the lion, cooked it and continued to eat.

******10 days later********

Yamcha woke up and began to jog through the wilderness, watching the scenary and nature. Monkeys were in trees and raptors were close by chasing him. "Yum, bbreakfast." He said to himself as the 3 raptors came forward. The first raptor went to bite yamcha who preformed a roundhouse to his face, causing the first raptor to hit a tree, breaking his teeth and broke his skull. The other two came after him and our Young hero jumped into a tree. The raptors looked for him. Suddenly yamcha came down, nailing the second and third raptor with each one of his palms. crushing their brains and making them die. Then a T-rex came out of nowhere and ate the raptors. "Hey! that's my breakfast!" The T-rex ran after Yamcha who repelled off of trees and nailed the T-rex in the chest with a hard kick, causing the T-Rex to stumble back. He then shot up and uppercutted the T-rex in his chin, causing him to fall back and become unconscience. Yamcha grabbed the tail of the T-Rex and pulled with all of his might until it broke off. Now our young hero has breakfast, he went back to the cave, made a fire and cooked the T-Rex's tail. Eating it with a side of bananas.

**********20 days later**********

Yamcha took a bath in a pond, washing his hair and skin so he'd be cleaned. Suddenly a giant fish jumped up and almost bit him! Yamcha preformed a high kick and sent the fish flying out of the pond, and onto a tree. He then put on his clothes and went into the tree to get his fish. But a Teradactal grabbed the Fish and flew off. Yamcha jumped up into the air and held onto the tail, climbing onto the creature and punched it numerous times in his back until the dinosaur decented into the trees, dropping the fish. "Sweet, Dinosaur meat and sushi." This was thirty days straight in the forest, and he was having fun. He took the dinosaur and the fish to the cave and realized that he didn't have any wood. Leaving the food there, he went to get wood. This was achieved by punching trees and karate chopping the ones that fell from the punches. Soon he had enough wood to last awhile. He went back to the cave and made a fire by using rocks to make a flint. Now with fire, he ate his dinosaur meat and sushi which was good for him and very tasty.

****The final day****

Yamcha woke up and had a banana, this was the last day and he was iching to get back to civilization. He then gathered his energy and flew off of the island, sensing roshi's KI and headed back to roshi's island. As he got close, he decended apon the island where roshi was sitting in a lawn chair looking at a dirty magazine. Yamcha yelled. "I'm finished training master! It was so much fun!" Roshi looked up from his magazine. "Yamcha! your back, and i can sense your a stronger warrior then before! That's great, to celebrate, lets have ribs!" Yamcha smiled, loving meat and both Yamcha and Roshi went into Kame House to have Ribs as well as other delights.

+++after a good meal apon return+++

The rain was coming down in heaps and his perfectly dark locks were blinding him; but he couldn’t careless at this point. Too much had happened and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it; the time for action had come and gone ages ago, but he still had to try. He wanted to kill the men that took her from him, but what would that really solve? Violence against violence was the way of his race, but he was different, he had to be. He would keep his pride and ego in check; it would be the only way to truly get around what was to come. In the end, they would get what they deserved, but until then, Yamcha had to keep himself calm.

“Are you in the game yet Val?” questioned a short, stout Saiyan as he looked up at his ally and friend. “We can’t do this without you, but you need to be alert, can’t have you sifting through thoughts of revenge while we do this. I promise you brother, we will get her back, there’s nothing that will stop us from that, but we’d all like to come back with all of our digits.”

Yamcha awoke from his dream and looked at himself in the mirror. He was damp, sweating a cold perspiration and his eyes were bloodshot red. It had been liked this every night, reliving the nightmare from so long ago. He had hoped time would heal his wounds, but that had not been the case, mentally anyways. So much bad, evil really, had happened on that day and there wasn’t a thing that he had been able to do about it. That would have been different if only…

“Too dangerous,” thought the black haired man as he threw his legs over the side of his bed.

Sliding has hand over his buzzed hair; he shifted uncomfortable before placing his hands upon his face. A cold chill ran down his spine and he shook his head gently. There was never a dull moment in his life, not anymore at least. Sleeping, awake, or somewhere in between, it simply did not matter; it was like God was playing a joke on him, using him as a focal point for punishment for the souls that were damned to the depths of Hell.

Sighing as he lifted himself from his bed, Yamcha saw himself in the mirror and shuttered once again. He really needed to find a way to get a good nights rest, all of this stressing out and uneasiness was really wearing down his body, not to mention his mind. He looked older than he was and thought that could be reversed with time, the mental image was bake breaking by itself. He had always been fit and clean cut, but now he was out of shape and rugged as can be.

He had no direction in life and thought that was his fault he always found an outlet for his reasons. They were sometimes legitimate reasons, sickness, job appointments, and the like. There were, however, horrible excuses that no one ever bought. It sickened him to lie to people for no real reason other than to hide just how truly pathetic his life had become, but it was his life and he was the one charged to live it. Why should he care what others thought of him and his own?

“Because it does matter.” Yamcha mumbled to himself as he walked clumsily towards his sink. “Judgmental bastards. All of them. They can kiss my ass.”

Turning the small handle, water came pouring out of the faucet and into the skin. Slowly it filled up with warm water and he merely watched as the tiny waves swam across the surface of the miniscule pool. Each tiny ripple either ended up crashing into a wall or into another wave and it seemed that the Gods wanted to remind him of his fate no matter how the metaphor took shape. He needed to get out of his cabin and back into the city where he could escape the continuous self destruction.

It was still possible that the momentary escape wouldn’t give him what he needed. Total and complete distance from reality was all that he could hope for, yet it was the only thing he could not have. In his experiences, those that sought the impossible fell to fate’s whim and he was not ready to have his life force extinguished, not yet at least. He knew that he would no live forever, but he liked to pretend he had a chance to become what all humans wanted to become; immortal.

Immortality... it had a nice ring to it, as he was training to be a dark hero, doing whats right regardless of the cost. Being real and hard enough to make the choices others woulden't be able to make. He then walked out of his room and went to the kitchen. Launch heard the door open and spoke softly. "Yamcha, there's some lemonade on the table, roshi's outside and he wants to talk to you about your completed training mission." Yamcha went to the table where he saw a jug of lemonade and a glass. He then picked up the lemonade and poured it into the glass until it was almost full.

The wolf fang fist master then put the cup of lemonade to his lips and began to drain the cup of the clear yellow fluid until it was empty. He then said thank you to launch and went outside to see Master Roshi to see what he had to say about his wilderness training although, he was greatful to be back home for the moment. As he walked through the door he heard a voice. "Yamcha! come here!" It was master roshi standing facing the waves as they crashed against the beach of his island. As yamcha walked over, Roshi began to speak.

"Now yamcha, you have brought hope to me again. Also, you have become more independent. Now for the reason i had you train like that. I needed you warmed up and your muscles loosened before you did your wilderness training. That's why i had you go to pai pai island to enter the fight club there. And the reason for your wilderness training is this: You will find the inner power to stand against all evil when you live in extreme chaos for a long period of time. Henceforth, i had you go for 40 days. You could call it 'druid' training which teaches you what to eat and what not to eat when in the wilderness, how to care for yourself when you have next to nothing as well as having the strength to survive."

Roshi then looked at Yamcha. "The reason i had you not use your powers is because you had to build, norish and maintain the savage self that resides within us all. The savage self can take over when your fighting and you can go too far. The keys were control, disipline and knowing when you have no choices left and you have to kill or be killed. In this universe, there are those that would kill in an instant. Killing is easy, mercy is harder expecially when it gets personal."

Master roshi then made a request. "I've heard there are bodies on cat island. You could probably sense the cold operative energy comming from there. The island's not even on the map...i want you to investigate this for me and find out what happened. Then come back and tell me." Yamcha bowed. "Yes master!" And ran towards the waves, jumping into the air with a white aura about his body and flew off sensing the energy of the cold operatives that were on cat island.

Yamcha flew for a good 5 minutes until he saw the horror. Seeing the blood and the fresh graves he frowned. Seems the demons have been progressing nicely while he was training. This was bad. If the islands security inhabitants had me this would be a much clearer sight with demon prisoners and less innocent bodies. He then finally saw the camp that constantly moved durning the night.

Seeing two creatures come back to the camp he watched them interested. What was going to happen today Son Fearless Shaw thought, then he noticed the creatures looking and pointing to him. So now they decide to put their attention on me. Son Fearless Shaw smiled while saying that. Depending on what they tried to do would result in what Son Fearless Shaw did to either them or the village. He was not pickey, but also he needed to gather intel.

The terrorists scrambled back to their camp where their leader awaited them. He was a very skinny man who had everything handed to him. Rich, which is how he could keep his kanassan-spawn men and women in the high demand for weapons, these days they wernt cheep and he was harboring alot of people that needed something incase they needed to fight. He saw two of them run back inside and he stopped them. HALT....what is going on here. He barked, both men stopped and studded. The beast is near the camp and hes ...well hes in it. The men said with obvious fear in their voice. The leader stepped to his feat, he sighed heading outside to talk to Shaw. As he walked past two guards he spoke. Kill those two cowards and bury their bodies. He said quietly enough only for the two guards to hear.

The men opened fire as soon as the general left. Two spurts from their automatic rifles and the cowards were dead. Being dragged off instantly towards a shallow grave, no fame, no fortuine just death. The guards laughed themselves as they saw how pathetic these men were. Carrying pictures of loved ones and religous objects.

The leader came apon Son Fearless Shaw who did not care who was walking up to him. He was happy and dancing there was nothing that could stop him either. They all knew it, that Son Fearless Shaw was not a normal human. That he could destroy any one of them if he felt like it. But he was content on dancing and this was fun. He had no worry as to who watched or who wanted to join. But he knew that the leader of the terrorists had something on his mind when he was coming up to him.

He showed the chip he picked up in a battle long ago to the leader. The leader got scared. "Woah! So you work for them...damn! We killed prisoners here, we thought the island was uninhabitated!" Yamcha grabbed him by the throat. "So those were prisonners, unholy men who deserved to die, well bury them here and leave this island, it's inhabitated by cat people...they probably didn't want you to attack them so they stayed hidden, better yet, take the bodies and go." The leader then got on his walkie talkie and told the soilders to load the bodies into the hovership and leave, they were pulling out. The soilders loaded up the dead prisonners and took off. Yamcha spoke now as the special ops group left. "Now here this, it's okay to come out now. I'm going back to turtle island so if you wish, contact me there." He then gathered his ki and floated in the air. Soon a white aura came about his body and he flew off.

As yamcha landed back on roshi's island, he told the hermit it was a false alarm, there wasn't a massacre. It was just prisonner execution. Roshi said fine and yamcha headed back to the house.