Some training and protecting

Yamcha was on an island in the tropic parts of planet earth, training his energy along with some other traits after he had along rest from his 100x enhanced gravity training. He really took a lot of time to relax so he decided to get back out there and practice his moves. Knowing that skills can turn to sand if not used, Yamcha was out training hard to keep himself sharp. Training Gohan would be no easy task, and he had to be strong.


“Ka…me…ha…me… HA!!” a mesmerizing blue beam of energy rides over the vast ocean, lifting the water in its path and splitting it in two.


Wolfbrother Yamcha had been trying to keep up his skill by training the Kamehameha Wave so he could build up his Ki. He had been at it for forty five minutes been successful in his attempts, each time he parted the ocean farther and farther. A drop of sweat crawls down the Druid Warriors face. Making so many energy beams was tiring, but he wouldn’t stop yet. The sand under his feet blew away, deepening the soft crater he had produced during every set. The ocean was still recovering from his recent attempt, when the next beam was launched across once again.

He gathered his energy and cupped his hands infront of him. “Ka….” He then brought his arms to his right side, his hands to his right hip. “…Me…” He then formed a ball of energy cupped into his palms. “..Ha…” The ball formed and was the size of a softball. “..Me…” The ball grew in size and now was as big as a basket ball. “HA!!!!” He screamed as he shot his arms forward, his palms open and flat facing the ocean as he fired another kamehameha wave. This ripped through the oceans and went even farther then the last kamehameha wave he launched previously.

A strand of hair danced over his face, his clothes flapped around the wind and his feet sunk deeper into the soft sand. He squint his eyes to avoid the airborne sand from getting in them and causing a disturbance. Wolfbrother Yamcha was alone in the seaside coast, practicing, perfecting. The Druid Warrior needed to improve his abilities, not just strength. After a few more attempts, Wolfbrother Yamcha was beginning to feel fatigue and decided to give it a rest for a while. He receded from his crouched position and retrieved his hands, which were cupped behind his body; the traditional position for producing and Kamehameha Wave.

He stood straight, taking a deep breath as the cratered sand was filled by incoming water which soaked his boots. The water was immediately absorbed by the sand. Wolfbrother Yamcha gazed into the horizon, catching his breath before walking out of the moist hole and laying down in a nearby patch of grass under palm trees. He was wearing his King Kai Gi, which represented his new job as Guardian of the North Quadrent. The symbol of was King Kai was emblazoned in a big insignia on the front of his Gi in a style similar to Damaio Piccolo’s Gi. His back had the mark of Kami and on his left wristband had the small insignia of Turtle on it. The right wristband had the small insignia of Wolf. His sheath was resting on the ground beside him.

Wolfbrother Yamcha stared at it for a moment, after deciding to dedicate some time to his sword training. He had barely any reason to use his sword, but he should be ready for when the time comes. The Druid Warrior unsheathed his weapon, the blade flashed in the sun light and he stared at his reflection. Wolfbrother Yamcha held his two-edged sword with both hands, his right over the left in the handle –just under the guard with space between hands. Wolfbrother Yamcha held it over his head and swung down, slicing the wind. That was only the opening; Wolfbrother Yamcha followed that swing with various thrusts while picturing an enemy in his head.

The Druid Warrior had been using the sword like any other person and changed that by embedding his chi into it, as if it were an extension of him-self. He then concentrated the energy enveloped on his blade and assaulted a tree, swinging his katana three times, aiming at a nearby palm tree. With those three strokes came three cuts which car of energy which made impact with the tree and left three slice marks. Afterwards he pushed the palm tree with his free hand and it fell over.

Suddenly, screams were heard in a nearby town. Wolfbrother Yamcha froze in his training as he heard people asking for help. The Druid Warrior grabbed his scabbard and flew out towards the village while sheathing his sword. Upon arrival, Wolfbrother Yamcha could instantly see the problem was centered on a band of weird looking aliens. It maddened Wolfbrother Yamcha how these creatures would enter Earth and cause chaos. They thought they could do whatever they wished.

“Stop right there!” he demanded, standing firm with clenched fists at his sides. The aliens paused in their tracks and gathered to face the Druid Warrior. “What do you want?” one of them said.

“Stop tormenting this village…” Wolfbrother Yamcha requested. He was very willing to let them go unharmed if they abided to his demands, but as usual, they didn’t listen.

“We’ll leave… if you can make us!” from the clique of extraterrestrials came out a purple skinned alien with black dots that spanned its body. He smirked and got into a stance.

“Fine… if that’s how you want it… I will defeat you in the Wolfbrother Yamchae of Earth’s Special Forces!” Wolfbrother Yamcha said. He felt a bit weird saying it, it sounded like something a comic hero would say, and it only confirmed it as the posse chuckled amongst themselves. But Wolfbrother Yamcha needed to pass the word, let people know that such an organization existed in the defense of Earth and that their actions wouldn’t go un-apprehended.

Wolfbrother Yamcha didn’t even get into his fighting stance; he just stood there, watching his opponent. He tossed his scabbard to the ground next to him, which he had been holding. As the scabbard reached the ground, Wolfbrother Yamcha’s purple adversary charged in after him with a punch aimed at his face. Wolfbrother Yamcha was unimpressed and simply moved his head to the side, evading the attack. He then countered by sending a powerful thrust to the alien’s midsection. The creature’s eyes widened, as if almost popping out of their sockets, and saliva shot out of his mouth as he rested on the Druid Warriors fist with a grunt.

One hit, was all it took to bring the creature to total defeat. Even with the heavy weights, Wolfbrother Yamcha moved much faster than his opponent. The rest began to snarl at the Druid Warrior as their comrade fell before his feet, and immediately another charged in. The rage blinded this one, and it seemed to be just as weak as the first –if not weaker. Wolfbrother Yamcha let out a short scream as he thrusted his right hand forward in the form of a palm strike, “HA!” as his next aggressor approached, he was pushed away by an Ki wave that was launched by the Druid Warrior’s sudden surge of energy It was a very basic move, good for keep distance or repelling certain energy attacks. But it was more than enough to finish a battle quickly against weaklings. The force pushed the feinted foe under his feet onto his inbound opponent and sent them both towards the group.

Another one in the group stepped out, but this one was armed, and human. He had taken a gun from one of their victims and was now pointing it at the Druid Warrior with a wide and confident smirk on his face. They probably decided that if hand to hand combat was not enough, a gun would do the trick. All the citizens screamed and gasped and yelled, “HE HAS A GUN!”

The man laughed, “muhahaha… What’re you going do now?” he cocked the gun with his thumb and gripped the trigger, threatening to shoot. Wolfbrother Yamcha remained in a poise and calm state. He was standing sideways, looking at them from the corner of his eyes with a dull expression. The strand of hair danced slowly and discreetly in the mild wind. People were running in the background, screaming, hiding, and escaping. But Wolfbrother Yamcha just stood there… staring.

He was thinking…How pathetic… one of their own kin, a human…Wolfbrother Yamcha was disappointed by the man’s lack of honor. The man cowered and hid himself amongst the strong extraterrestrials to save his own and tormented his own planet. It truly takes all kinds of people, but Wolfbrother Yamcha hated these types. The man seemed to have lost his patience towards Wolfbrother Yamcha’s indifference and his grin soon disappeared. In its place, a snarl, “Die bitch.”

The aliens laughed at the man’s vulgar expressions as he pulled the trigger and the bullet ignited outwards at incredible speed. Poor human… unaware that the clique of extraterrestrials were laughing at his poor ways. They were using him, having some ‘fun’, mocking him. The man thought he was one of them, but in truth he was nothing but a traitor and the aliens were enjoying his primitive mentality. They stopped laughing when Wolfbrother Yamcha’s right hand moved and matched the bullets speed, catching it. It burned a little, but Wolfbrother Yamcha’s training seemed to have permitted him the ability to stop a bullet. Nobody had ever seen such a thing; or perhaps, it wasn’t his training, but his Martial Artist heritage

Wolfbrother Yamcha extended his hands opened his palm to show them the piece of metal and then dropped it to the ground. To any other human, it would’ve meant death, for the bullet would hit as soon as they heard the sound. It was as if bullets moved at the speed of sound. But Wolfbrother Yamcha wasn’t knowledgeable about those kinds of things. It was just a theory. Either way, Wolfbrother Yamcha wasn’t a normal person, he was able to see the bullets trajectory, and it even seemed as if it were moving slower than he expected. Maybe it had to do with all his weight and gravity training.

The man frowned at this and began wasting away all his ammunition as he took out a second pistol and began dual shooting with both with his flustered face. Wolfbrother Yamcha turned to face him, still with his dull expression, staring at him with his indifferent eyes. Every piece of metal that came his way, he caught it with his right hand alone. He couldn’t let any get away, even if they weren’t going to hit him, because they might hit another person whom was standing behind him.

The ammo finally ended as the man desperately continued pulling the trigger while only the clicks of the gun were heard, the sound of its empty cartridge. “DAMNIT, DIE!!!” he roared, still vainly pulling the trigger as if they were going to magically shoot an extra bullet. He was in panic. He couldn’t comprehend how such a phenomenon existed. Wolfbrother Yamcha let all the bullets he had caught fall to the ground below him, keeping company to the first and single bullet which was lying alone on the dusty ground.

The man dropped the pistols to the ground and began to shake. He then grinned as he realized he was still hanging with his posse. But they didn’t hesitate to kill the man. He was no longer producing joy and thrill for them, and so they disposed of him like a worn out toy. Wolfbrother Yamcha frowned at their actions, but remained in his same spot. One of the aliens walked out. The human was lying lifelessly on the ground beside it.

“I will be your opponent now.” He said. His voice sounded masculine so Wolfbrother Yamcha assumed it was male. The alien was slick and defined. He was about Wolfbrother Yamcha’s size and was wearing battling armor similar to a saiyan’s. Wolfbrother Yamcha remained still, his opponent’s power level was another of weak stature and he didn’t feel the need defend himself, Wolfbrother Yamcha didn’t realize it, but he was actually showing arrogance. Perhaps, it was the effect of facing an adversary he had no respect towards. He wouldn’t show such behavior to someone who knew; definitely not Khaos or Al. Yes, there was an ego within Wolfbrother Yamcha that he had yet to discover. Maybe it was a result from his sudden boost of power, but although he only demonstrated it to his enemies, it was still there.

This arrogance didn’t take too long before immediately stabbing him in the back. The red alien smirked as he suddenly faded from his position, which left Wolfbrother Yamcha surprised. Moments later, the extraterrestrials fist was pressed against Wolfbrother Yamcha’s un tightened abdomen and winded the Druid Warrior. The alien wasn’t so powerful, but it was still enough to cause serious damage to his solar plexus, the center of all his nerves. Wolfbrother Yamcha’s poised and indifferent stare quickly changed into one of pain and confusion. The alien was low and looking up with the same grin. His smirk then widened as he continued to display his superior speed and rotated around the Druid Warrior, punching and kicking all around his body.

The first strike to the solar plexus had momentarily weakened Wolfbrother Yamcha and he was unable to keep himself from tumbling where ever his opponent’s hit made him. Still recovering, the Druid Warrior’s upper body shifted up, down, back and forth, as his adversary orbited around his body at super speed, which Wolfbrother Yamcha was unable to see. He’s uppercut the Druid Warrior’s chin, disappear and roundhouse kick him in the face, disappear once more and punch him in the midsection once more to keep him paralyzed, strike him in the back to straighten his body and send a left hook to his face. The alien did all sorts of maneuvers, only striking his upper-body while Wolfbrother Yamcha’s legs remained planted on the same spot. They weren’t as painful as it would have been if it were Zach, but none the less, it was painful enough and extremely fast.

How would you defeat someone who is way too fast for you? Their punches are probably weaker, but the numbers stack up and little by little begin to deplete your health while the other is perfectly intact. Wolfbrother Yamcha knew that he only need one or two hits to take out his opponent, but every attempt he made was dodged and counterattacked without time to spare. He almost hit his opponent once, which shook the alien up a bit. It was only luck though. This caused the alien to become more wary and made his maneuvers more complex. He would distance himself at times and strike down from different angles, disappear and charge from another angle and so on.

The rest of the aliens laughed as the Druid Warrior was being ridiculed. To them, Wolfbrother Yamcha was a buff and slow opponent who moved way too slow to actually cause any damage. Only if Wolfbrother Yamcha could speed up, he would end it in a flinch.

The aliens ceased from laughing any further as Wolfbrother Yamcha was suddenly engulfed by a scarlet aura, which also made his opponent stop and look. This implied they were capable of sensing energy for they noticed the dramatic power boost, but as Wolfbrother Yamcha charged in with threefold his speed, his opponent was still a bit faster and faded, striking Wolfbrother Yamcha in the back. His aura immediately dispersed. The Druid Warrior’s eyes widened and he dropped to his knees in pain. His back side strung like never before, he had never been hit while using his Kaioken. It seemed that the move didn’t only increase his power threefold, but it also made him more sensible to attacks, without mentioning he gets closer to fatigue with every use.

Yes, the Kaioken had increased his speed quite enough, maybe enough to match his opponent’s speed. But the alien was still a ways faster and he wasn’t getting tired any time soon. The red alien smirked, feeling proud of his superior speed. The shock quickly ceased and the band of extraterrestrials began to chuckle amongst each other once more. Wolfbrother Yamcha was beginning to feel furious. He needed to find a way to increase his speed without using the Kaioken, it would just tire him too much.

The aggressor soon engaged in his barrages once again.Damnit! I need to do something!the Druid Warrior scolded himself as the alien continued with his upper-cuts, roundhouse kicks, punches, and all sorts of attacks from every angle imaginable. But to a third party, whom was watching, they’d only see a faded red object blurring around the Druid Warrior, whom was showing signs of pain.

After a few moments of this, the red alien finally stopped and stood in front on Wolfbrother Yamcha, about five feet away. “It’s over,” said the extraterrestrial as he charged in for the final blow. Wolfbrother Yamcha braced himself and his body faded just before the alien reached him, missing. The alien wasn’t the only one perplexed by what had happened. Wolfbrother Yamcha wasn’t sure himself what he did. It appeared as if he had performed the Zanzoken, but he needed to move very fast for such a technique to work on someone of this caliber.

The alien shrugged it off and wrote it off as a lucky dodge. As Wolfbrother Yamcha’s adversary moved in once again, the Druid Warrior shifted into a forward stance with both hands cocked back into a fist. He relied on the feeling he had when performing whatever it was he did and let his body’s memory do the work. He faded once again, appearing beside the alien as its right punch was airborne next to Wolfbrother Yamcha. The Druid Warrior grabbed its thrust with his left hand, his left leg in-front of his body and his right behind it, in a way that he was facing the arm of his opponent, which was gripped by the wrist. He then proceeded by adding his right hand to the grapple and twisted it upward and to the left and his body shifted to the latter, his right leg sliding to the right.

The alien gestured for a counter, but Wolfbrother Yamcha added pressure to its twisted wrist and the extraterrestrial yelled out in pain. He was trapped under Wolfbrother Yamcha’s mercy and he would no longer be able to move away. His crew was standing silently, unable to comprehend what had happened. But Wolfbrother Yamcha paid attention the second time he did it. Apparently, he instinctively used his energy as a boost while he pushed himself away from his former location. It was a small amount of energy that was pulsed outward from the stem of his feet.

The Druid Warrior smirked, “Now I’ve got you…” He slid his left hand over his opponents should while moving his arm to the right, still gripping the alien’s wrist with his right hand and pushed down as he moved his left leg behind his opponent’s right leg and bent both into a crouched position while pushing down on his shoulder and pulling up on his twisted wrist. The result was a captured opponent, unable to do anything with the fear of losing his arm to the Druid Warrior. The alien’s upper body was forced downward, facing the ground.

Wolfbrother Yamcha, maintaining the grapple, slid his right leg 180 degrees to the left in a circular motion, forcing his opponent to make the same turn to keep his arm from harm and ended up lying down on the ground. The Druid Warrior stilled gripping his arm in the same way. But Wolfbrother Yamcha did this without thinking up a plan and realized his adversary was now in the proper position for execution or losing one of his limbs. Wolfbrother Yamcha didn’t have the heart to do such a thing, but he couldn’t just let go. The red alien would just get back up and attack. Wolfbrother Yamcha improvised and released his aggressors shoulder, still holding onto the wrist and thrust at the back of his neck with his free left hand: open-palm, closed fingers.

His opponent was out cold and the group was shaking. Apparently that was their best bet. Wolfbrother Yamcha let go of the unconscious alien’s wrist and moved away. “Take him and go before I change my mind…”

Soon after the extraterrestrials had evacuated and Wolfbrother Yamcha made sure their power signatures were out of the earth’s gravity field. The town which was being tormented cheered; although some were disappointed Wolfbrother Yamcha decided to let them free. Wolfbrother Yamcha explained that this way, they’d pass the word to their friends and cause fear –preventing future gangs of aliens. But perhaps, this would only attract more attention…

The town insisted on giving the Druid Warrior a reward, even though he initially refused. But they just wouldn’t take no for an answer. Action being his only reward he earned, he spoke to them sternly. “Just start a kung-fu school in this town, or make friends with the local police. Either way, I’m not accepting your money.”

He then cleared his throat and continued. “I am a Druid Warrior of the North God.” He announced, pointing at the insignia on the front of his gi“I am also trained in turtle stance by the Turtle Hermit Roshi.” He reported, pointing at the insignia on his left wristband.

He then continued. “I am also Zen Master of the Wolf stance.” He now pointed on the insignia on his right wristband. “Maybe you could ask Capsule Corps to send you some guardian androids to better protect the city if your afraid to take the steps yourself”

He then pressed a button on his scouter, looking to detect any more aliens that would be close by. He then smirked as the scanning of fighting powers of abnormal activities turned up nothing. “Nothing to worry about, there are no more aliens here.”

He then gathered his energy and a emerald green aura appeared about his body. Then the brown tanned skinned warrior with long black hair down his back, shot of into the sky. Deciding to see if he could get more Druid training with Lord Kami and Mr. Popo, he flew at full speed towards the lookout.

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