Hey guys! Back again with a new chapter.

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I wanted to get the more emotional stuff out of the way, since I'm not going to be focusing on that for this fanfic (although more might happen later, it's not the focus).

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'Honestly what a situation I find myself in'

Dragon Ball might have been one of my favorite series, but despite its light-heartened tone, there was no doubt that death was a common occurrence in the Dragon Ball universe.

'Never mind that, though. Right now, what I need to do is figure out how to get out of this situation'

I decided that the best thing I could do for now was hug Bulma back, and so I did.

"I was so afraid; I thought some stray attack had landed on you or something, even if the others said that no attack had been made" Bulma said, almost whimpering.

'God, I am not built for this… okay, what would Yamcha say?'

"B…babe It's ok, I'm all fine now, I guess something just came over me, sorry."

Bulma looked into my eyes, a tear coming out of one of her eyes.

"Really?"

"Yeah", I answered swiftly.

"But," I continued "Something triggered a failure in my Ki, I can barely control it anymore, I'll probably need Master Roshi's training again, so I probably won't be seeing you for a bit."

I knew I worded that far too fast, I had to quick shoot information as fast as it came to my mind, I knew I couldn't spend too much time with Bulma because not only did I have little experience with relations, I needed to be ready for the Saiyan invasion.

"So, you're not fine after all! And you're going to be gone for a while again, just like back when you were training for the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament!"

She seemed angry. Still, she complied. I suppose she was still worried and knew I wasn't to blame, although she might have wondered if what I said was the truth.

Even though my body was already trained to recognize Ki and had a higher reserve of Ki than most living beings, thanks to Yamcha being a martial artist, I simply wasn't. All the Ki I could feel from my body and around me caused me to feel sick. I simply could not hold focus whatsoever.

I could only attribute that due to the fact that I had never felt Ki before. I guess my "mind" or my "soul" simply wasn't used to it.

It's a weird thing, I didn't really believe in "souls" back in my world. Yet, the only way I could possibly explain my personality remaining while in another person's body and brain, was due to the fact that maybe it was retained (somehow) through my soul. This seems especially true in this universe, since souls pass on from their bodies and into Heaven or Hell.

I push these thoughts to the back of my mind, as Bulma helps me stand up.

"I'll drive you there with my aircraft. Just put your weight on me." Bulma said, as we collectively started walking.

I was surprised to notice that despite my well-trained body, I was having difficulty walking normally. It must have been because I was completely unused to the new body, and I suppose it would take a day or two to get used to it.

…

We finally reached Bulma's helicopter-alike aircraft, and I managed to slowly walk myself into the passenger seat, while she sat on the pilot seat and started the engine.

…

We didn't talk on the way there, so I had plenty of time to think.

'So, since we're in the end of the Piccolo Jr Saga, we must be about 5 years away from when Raditz attacks, and I have a very important decision to make.'

Indeed, while I knew I would have to train as hard as possible to not only get used to my body, know how to control Ki and fully access all the power currently available to me, I had to get stronger than Raditz, and later, Vegeta.

But more importantly, I had to decide whether to warn the Z-Fighters about the Saiyan menace that was coming in 5 years. If I did, then we could possibly and luckily pass through it without any deaths, and yet whatever I change in the timeline may just end up screwing us more in the process, and my previous knowledge of Dragon Ball might become entirely useless.

'This wouldn't so hard if I thought of them as just comic book characters, but they all feel real. And far as I know, they are the only reality I'll ever experience from now on. These are not characters that are being written off of a manga, these are real people dying.'

This time I had to bid my morals goodbye, maybe I was being selfish to the others, but if it all turned out like before, it would all end up well like in the end of Dragon Ball Z. If I just let Goku die against Raditz, he'll get strong enough to help later against Vegeta.
Maybe I just wanted to feel that my cause was just, and I just wanted to be able to save my ass later, but I would not go back on this decision, at the very least until the Saiyans stop being a looming threat.

I looked to my left, where Bulma was 'I'm sorry, you probably deserve more than someone who'll choose himself over others…'

We landed on Roshi's island, just as the sun was setting.

"I'm sorry Bulma, but I'll focus on my training completely from now on. I promise whenever I am strong enough to be more of help to anyone I'll come back, I can make my way to Roshi's on my own from here, the island is small, after all."

Bulma's eyes flashed with understanding, 'so it wasn't just about his him losing control over his Ki… he probably felt useless in Goku's fight against Piccolo…'

Just as I was leaving the helicopter, Bulma smiled brightly and while still on her pilot seat said in a loud voice "I get it, I'm totally supportive of a man who wants to take pride in his strength, do your best!"

She then started to take off.

"Hah. I'll definitely do it." I said, only loud enough for me to hear. It was nice to have at least one person supporting me, even if it's not exactly for me.

I then walked towards Roshi's house, having at least getting used enough to Yamcha's body to walk in a normal speed.

I could see the lights inside were already turned on, and I banged on the door.

Quickly the door opened, and in the other side of it was a small bald monk with 6 circles on his forehead, his face suddenly lightened up and he smiled once he saw me.

"Yamcha! I'm glad to see you were ok, man. Come in!"

This was naturally Krillin, and we exchanged pleasantries while he kept me up to date (although I already knew what happened from reading the manga). Roshi was in his usual spot reading dirty magazines next to his desk.

As soon as I told Krillin that I had come to talk with Roshi he smiled slightly and stopped talking, I took that as my cue to approach Master Roshi.

I made my way next to Roshi and sat to his side, while looking at him.

"Master Roshi, I have had a few problems and completely lost control over my Ki, so I need to go through all the training again, will you please re-train me?"

He took of put his magazine down and looked at me, with a smile on his face.

"Well then, I would hope that you brought some great magazines for your old master to read as payment then."

I solemnly looked at him, took a deep breath and quickly answered.

"I haven't brought anything to pay you with, my apologies. I can't tell you why, but I need to train the hardest I've ever trained in my life, and I'll follow through with whatever training you come up with, so please train me once again!"

Roshi's sunglasses flashed as he noticed the seriousness and drive in his student's eyes, and for once he seemed to have a rare serious expression on his face.

"So, you wish to catch up to Goku?"

"No, master, I want – no, I have to surpass him."

Gasps could be heard coming from Krillin and Roshi's Turtle, I didn't think too much of it.

One had to consider after all, that the gap between any of us in this room and Goku had become gigantic. He was undoubtedly the strongest in the world, and I hardly made it to the top five.

Roshi however, didn't gasp or make a single sound once I spoke my intentions, he simply kept his serious expression unflinchingly and after a few seconds passed, he answered.

"Very well. I will put you through the harshest training I can possibly give you, I can't guarantee you will be as strong as Goku, however you will have the foundation necessary to catch up. I must warn you however that there will be no breaks and you will be constantly tested, do you agree?"

I was a bit put off by the sudden heavy atmosphere that was in the room, however this was exactly what I needed, I couldn't possibly survive the entirety of Dragon Ball without making some sacrifices.

"Yes master, I agree."

Roshi slightly nodded and told me I was to sleep in a spare bed that was in Krillin's room.

I decided to head off to sleep early, not knowing what horrors might await me in the day. Since I was already on bed and was left to my own devices I started to plan.

'I know for a fact that I will have to graduate from Master Roshi's training into something more advanced later, perhaps I will attempt to be trained by Kami, and then maybe I'll ask Bulma or Mr. Briefs to make me a gravity machine.'

I should let Raditz do what he wishes, and then let Piccolo kill him along with Goku. However, if for whatever reason something changes in their fight due to my interference this time, I'll have to be strong enough to handle Raditz, at the very least by myself.

I then slept, having discovered a newfound resolve.

Far away from Earth, in Planet F605S

"Hah…Hah…Hah…"

An alien that bears extreme resemblance to humans, save for his purple skin color and cat-like pupils was running across the ruined streets, tears were coming out of his eyes like rivers, and despite not looking too old, he bore the expression of one that had experienced much strife in his life.

"Must… make it… home…" He could barely speak, after all he had been running his way back into his house.

All around him were broken buildings and houses, cremated corpses and holes in the ground. This landscape looked like something out of a nightmare.

As he finally made it into his own street, he felt the biggest rush of joy he had ever experienced, as he realized his house was still intact.

As he ran closer home, he saw his daughter and wife looking through the window, clearly afraid. As they noticed him, both of their previously depressed expressions lightened up.

The man, now crying in joy ran back to his home, however then heard a voice from behind him that frightened him to his very core.

"Aww, the little man wanted to make its way back to his family, is that right?"

Before the man could decide whether to turn around or run to his family, a blast passed right beside his head and into the house in front of him.

He then fell to his knees as he realized that in the place of his house now lay a hole, as it had been blown to smithereens.

"Haha! Look at him, he can't even stand up now!"

An even more chilling voice answered the man who was taking joy from the alien's misery.

"Nappa, enough of your gimmicks. End him now and let's clear this world already."

"My apologies Prince Vegeta, I'll end it immediately."

The man was still laying there, unmovingly. And as a Ki blast started engulfing him he only had time to remember how he had promised he would take his darling to the amusement park the next day.

5 years remain until the Saiyan Saga.

Hey guys, it's been pretty cool so far huh! Can't wait to see what Vegeta and his goofer crew are doing next, hoho!

Jokes aside, it took some time to make this chapter since I'm not too experienced with dealing with relationships and such in stories. Hopefully it wasn't too bad though!

I had no idea just how much hard work you have to put up in order make these stories. Not to say I'm making a work of art, or undermining the other authors' work, but I simply had no idea.

It took me quite a bit to get this story to how I wanted it to be and it's only been like 2288 words so far. Some stories out there have 200,000+ in total.

Anyway, next chapter I should give you more or less an idea of what type of training our hero will endure with Master Roshi, and then I'll do a time skip, since during these training moments it's just… well… training.

Anyway, until next time guys! Thanks for reading!