True Wolf Spirit (A Dragon Ball Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: Unexpected Master! Another Fighter?

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball GT, or Dragon Ball Super. I own my OCs.

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It is a time of peril for the warriors of Earth. An alien by the name of Raditz has landed on Earth, in search of his brother. He claims that Goku is his brother... and that he is a Saiyan, a powerful planet conquering race that has gone nearly extinct. After refusing to join him, Raditz takes Goku's son, Gohan, and flies away. With the help of his former enemy, Piccolo Junior, Goku ends up defeating Raditz... but not without the consequence of losing his life. With Goku gone, the Z Fighters only have a year to prepare for the Attack of the Saiyans.

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"W-What're we gonna do...?" A man with multiple scars on his face, wore a shocked expression. "With Goku gone, we've got no chance against these Saiyans..." He walked down the street in a baseball uniform, for the team The Taitans.

Someone walked next to him, wearing a blue gi of sorts along with a green set of pants held by a red belt. "Train, of course. Kami already called Krillin and Yajirobe to come up the Lookout." He had a third eye. "I'm going to head there now. You coming along, Yamcha?"

He shook his head. "In a bit, Tien... I'm still processing what's happened..." The man still walked along the street, while the other flew off with his short partner. "Goku..."

"Any worthwhile fighters out there?!" Yamcha's attention snapped to the voice. "I've got fifty-thousand Zeni for anyone that can beat..." The voice pointed towards a slightly armored... kid. "Super Child!"

The kid looked pissed, but stood battle ready. In a monotone voice, he said. "It is I, the boy who can easily defeat over a thousand men. Prepare to face the might of Super Child." He struck a ridiculous pose, his face growing even more annoyed.

The baseball player walked up. "I'll take him on." A smile cracked out of him. "I've been itching for a good fight."

"Alright, tough guy, fifty-thousand Zeni if ya beat him!" The plump man waved the money, backing off.

Super Child turned to Yamcha, his eyes narrowing. "Wait a minute..." His eyes then went wide. "You're Yamcha! You fought in the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament!" He was wearing a helmet, that he took off. His hair looked similar to the Z Fighter's, as if Yamcha was his idol. "It'd be an honor to fight you." He bowed.

'Someone knows me?' A bit of red spread across his face. He laughed. "Alright, kid. Let's get this fight on." A crowd gathered around the fighters. "What's your name, anyway?"

The kid set his helmet aside, along with the bit armor he wore. Now, he just had a white tee and what seemed to be beat up gi pants. "The name's Namazu." He took a stance, trying to mimick the Wolf Fang Fist. "Oh, I should let you know something." Pointing at the man with the money, he cupped half his mouth. "That money's counterfeit." He fell on his back, comically.

"W-Whaddya think ya doin' kid?!" He marched up. "That money's been paying... for... ya..." Namazu looked down on the man, with a hard gaze. "Eh... ehehehe... I mean..." The kid kicked him, sending him flying back into a wall.

He took a breath, regaining his stance. "Okay, now we can spar. Ready?" Yamcha took his stance as well. "I've been trying to mimick your technique for a bit, so don't hold back!" Namazu charged forward. "Haaaa!"

~x~

"I'm sorry, you have a what?" A bald man with several dots on his forehead stood bug-eyed.

Yamcha patted the kid on the shoulder. They both looked pretty beat up, especially Namazu. "You heard me right! I've got a student." He seemed pretty proud saying that.

Tien looked at the two. "You look too alike... it's throwing me off." He stepped up, looking over the kid. "Can he even channel his Ki?"

The kid had a puzzled look. "Ki? Is that all the weird stuff that was happening at the Tournament? I thought that was smoke and mirrors..."

His master awkwardly laughed. "D-Don't worry! I can teach him! That's what masters do, after all." He took the boy a bit away from the group. "Okay, Namazu... this is how you learn to channel your Ki." Yamcha sat on the ground, motioning for his student to do the same across from him. "You gotta calm your mind, first, then focus on drawing that power inside of you out." He took a deep breath, holding his hand out in front of him. It took a while, but a small bead of energy appeared floating above his palm. "See? Alright, now you do the same."

Namazu nodded, taking a deep breath. 'Calm my mind...' He took another breath, holding his hands out. 'Calm... my... mind... ah!' A small ball of energy appeared in his hands. "Master Yamcha, look! I did it! I did it!"

The Z-Fighter smiled, patting the kid on the shoulder. "I knew you could do it. With my guiding hand, of course." He laughed. Namazu laughed along with him. 'Master Yamcha... I like that.'

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