Yamcha to the rescue!
It seemed like a good day today, simply just to hang around and relax. Yamcha was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed indian style and was watching some television, eyeing the shapely women in leotards doing their squats and stretches. Unlike the other Z Fighters like Piccolo, Goku, Krillin and the such, Yamcha liked to relax and take things easy. Deep down, he knew that he had to train more often but...he just didn't plain flat out have the time or just feel like it anymore. Muten Roshi came into the living room and was carrying a magazine in his right hand, he came up from behind the former "Desert Bandit" and tapped him on the shoulder. Yamcha turned around and raised his left eye brow.
"Yamcha watching those babes on television is nothing. Why not try out my magazines?" Roshi asked. Yamcha had a nervous look to him yet couldn't help but chuckle. He was somewhat modest when it came to reading magazines like 'H-Digest' or 'H-Informer'. Still, Yamcha loved women but since Bulma had left him in favor for Vegeta, things weren't the same for the human Z-Fighter but he kept on living his life. "No thank you Master Roshi. I'm alright, say you havent seen Puar anywhere around, haven't you?" He asked.
Roshi nodded his head and replied. "She's out front with Oolong fishing. We'll be having good dinner tonight!" The old man grinned. Yamcha smiled and then chuckled but the laughter would be cut short. He sensed something. A strong power coming from afar. Immediately Yamcha bolted upright onto his feet, made a turn to the left and began running toward the exit door of the Kame House. Roshi leaned back and gasped. "Yamcha! Come back! I want to show you my magazines!" But Roshi's pupil didn't reply and pushed the door open with his left hand and continued running outside.
He still sensed the strong power. If he sensed it, then maybe Goku, Piccolo and the others sensed it as well. Yamcha gathered all the ki within his body, a white aura then flamed up and flared around him. Focusing his power, the former Desert Bandit then concentrated his ki up. He crouched down and leapt up, only to hover straight up toward the air at a speed rate of eight hundred fifty miles per hour. He then flew straight, heading North. Yamcha felt that was where the strong power was coming from.
His long, black hair flew freely as he soared through the sky. Yamcha knew that he was strong but not as strong as Goku, Piccolo or Vegeta..but still..He felt as if he could help.
Don't worry guys...I'm coming... Yamcha thought to himself. He had to help out or...something bad would happen.
"Yamcha watching those babes on television is nothing. Why not try out my magazines?" Roshi asked. Yamcha had a nervous look to him yet couldn't help but chuckle. He was somewhat modest when it came to reading magazines like 'H-Digest' or 'H-Informer'. Still, Yamcha loved women but since Bulma had left him in favor for Vegeta, things weren't the same for the human Z-Fighter but he kept on living his life. "No thank you Master Roshi. I'm alright, say you havent seen Puar anywhere around, haven't you?" He asked.
Roshi nodded his head and replied. "She's out front with Oolong fishing. We'll be having good dinner tonight!" The old man grinned. Yamcha smiled and then chuckled but the laughter would be cut short. He sensed something. A strong power coming from afar. Immediately Yamcha bolted upright onto his feet, made a turn to the left and began running toward the exit door of the Kame House. Roshi leaned back and gasped. "Yamcha! Come back! I want to show you my magazines!" But Roshi's pupil didn't reply and pushed the door open with his left hand and continued running outside.
He still sensed the strong power. If he sensed it, then maybe Goku, Piccolo and the others sensed it as well. Yamcha gathered all the ki within his body, a white aura then flamed up and flared around him. Focusing his power, the former Desert Bandit then concentrated his ki up. He crouched down and leapt up, only to hover straight up toward the air at a speed rate of eight hundred fifty miles per hour. He then flew straight, heading North. Yamcha felt that was where the strong power was coming from.
His long, black hair flew freely as he soared through the sky. Yamcha knew that he was strong but not as strong as Goku, Piccolo or Vegeta..but still..He felt as if he could help.
Don't worry guys...I'm coming... Yamcha thought to himself. He had to help out or...something bad would happen.