On to the story, as Yamcha realises what he's done to himself. Having to once again live through the horrors of adolescence? A nightmare, surely.

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animegirl336; Yeah, and I've seen a lot of good fics that give the Earthlings a chance to stay relevant, but even then, a lot of them end up with the magnificent super monkeys leaving everyone else in the dust. A pity, really.

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Puar's smile slipped, as Yamcha's face turned pale and he started talking to himself. "It's impossible, she hadn't even started working on a machine- Wait... wait, the party, the drinks, Shenron... Oh, crap!"

"Yamcha!" the shapeshifter interrupted, worried. "What's wrong?"

"Puar!" the teenager started, suddenly deadly focused. "What year is it?"

"... What?"

"What year is it?"

"... It's- it's 749, September 7th. What's going on?" Puar stuttered. Yamcha had never acted like this before, so panicked and on edge, at least not unless there were girls nearby.

"Puar? I don't want you to freak out. Just- just keep calm and hear me out, okay?" Yamcha began, before taking a deep breath.

"I'm forty-three years old, and the magic dragon at my ex's half-alien son's ninth birthday party granted my wish to retroactively know what was going to happen to me from today to the point at which I made the wish."

"..."

"Puar?"

"You ate those weird mushrooms again, didn't you?"

Yamcha facepalmed, exasperated. "No, I- look, I'll prove it!" he retorted, focusing his ki and expelling it under his body, slowly rising into the air.

Puar blinked. "You can fly?!"

"Yeah, I can-" THUD. "Ow." the bandit groaned as he picked himself back up from the floor.

"You can fly...?" Puar whispered. "So you're from the future?"

Yamcha nodded, double-checking that he hadn't given himself a nosebleed. Apparently, flying required a little more power than what he currently had available to him.

Well, it made some kind of sense, he supposed...-Thup.

Puar had elected to escape the madness of his current situation by entering a blissful state of unconsciousness. Yamcha sighed, rubbing his forehead. Maybe this was going to be more complicated than he'd thought.

On the edge of his senses, the teenager felt a trio of familiar energies, barely detectable. "Oh, damn, that's Goku. Oh, crap, that's Bulma!" he realised, grabbing the cat and jumping on his Jet Squirrel.

OoOoO

Goku shivered slightly, turning away from Oolong. "Can you feel that?" he asked, stepping back slightly. "Someone's coming."

"That's ridiculous. Who'd be all the way out here?" the pig scoffed, before something caught his attention. A cloud of dust rapidly approached, as a teenager jumped off of the hoverbike to land solidly in front of the two.

'Whoa, this guy looks strong!' Goku thought, a smile making its way onto his face as the newcomer addressed them, a dazed-looking cat creature perched.

"You two!" he called out, one hand moving back to the sword on his hip. "I am Yamcha, the one who rules over this desert, along with Puar here. What are you doing in my domain?"

Inside, Yamcha was trying not to panic. 'If the other Trunks was any indication, changing the future is a bad idea, what with things like Cell turning up... so, do I keep to what happened the first time around? I can't remember all that!' He blinked, shaking his head slightly as he half-heard Puar explaining his history with Oolong.

"I- uh... You can't mess with us! Goku's a super strong fighter, you won't beat him!" the pig announced from his position behind a nearby rock pillar. The monkey-tailed boy moved into a basic defensive stance, one hand gripping the red Power Pole strapped to his back.

"Is that so...?" Yamcha half-smiled, drawing his sword in a split-second and levelling it towards Goku. "Well, then, let's see just how good you are."

Goku made the first move, lashing out with an overhand staff strike, landing where the bandit had just been. The answering strike came as a hilt struck the boy in the stomach, knocking him back several feet.

Yamcha frowned. He hadn't meant to hit that hard... Now that he had a chance to properly detect it, Goku's power was tiny. Like, probably half of his own.

That was odd. What else had his wish changed?

"I'm not done yet! Power Pole, extend!" Yamcha hastily raised his sword, the magically-enhanced staff sending a deep crack across the bade as they collided. Grimacing, he replaced his weapon in its scabbard.

"Where'd you find the legendary Power Pole? Last I heard, it belonged to Son Gohan..." 'Is that what I said last time? Crap.'

"You knew Grandpa? He's the one who trained me!"

Yamcha sighed. 'Screw causality.' "Yeah, anyone who knows martial arts knows about him. Real Martial arts, anyway..."

"Cool! I'm not done yet, though! Here's the move Grandpa taught me!" Goku announced, leaping forwards just as Yamcha threw a punch, blocking it with a punch of his own. "Rock!" his other hand flew forwards, two fingers extended. "Scis-"

"Too slow!" Yamcha taunted, head ducking to the side as he snapped out a kick. "Time for you to see my Wolf Fang Fist!" he announced, beginning a barrage of rapid-fire hand strikes, knocking his opponent through Oolong's rock pillar.

The bandit smirked, before he noticed the shapeshifters staring open-mouthed at him. Both of them. One hand went to the side of his head as his expression turned sheepish.

"I had kind of a breakthrough in my training, and things have been going pretty good."

Puar just blinked. "O-okay. Wha- Yamcha, Oolong's getting away!"

"Not on my watch, he's not," the teen grunted, taking careful aim at the oversized fly and firing a quick shot of ki, not enough to injure even Oolong, but still enough to disrupt his shape-shifting.

"OW! What the hell are you?!" the pig shouted, heavily dropping to the ground.

"I'm the Wolf of the Diablo Desert." Yamcha replied, a cocky grin etched onto his face.

"What are you guys shouting about?" came a plaintive voice, as Bulma wandered into view.

Yamcha froze up despite himself. This was Bulma. The first girl he'd ever really known, the first girl he fell in love with, the woman who had become his closest friend and confidant once they'd recovered from the travesty that was the end of their relationship. How could he not react?

"He's trying to rob us!" Oolong protested, before a rumbling signalled Goku's return from beneath the pile of rubble.

"Ooooww... That really hurt," he groaned, clutching his stomach. "And I'm all out of energy..."

"Heh, you're pretty strong yourself. I should have guessed, what with you being Gohan's grandson and all. I think it could be good for us to get sparring, try and get back in shape. What do you guys think?"

Bulma blushed. A hot guy was asking to travel with her on their adventure? Okay, so he was going to be fighting with Goku, but that was totally just an excuse. "Y-yeah, sure, no problem!" she gushed.

Puar leapt up, hovering in front of the bandit. "Yamcha, what about your problem?" he hissed, surretitiously pointing in Bulma's direction.

"I've been thinking. What am I actually afraid of? Maybe if we actually go with them, I can find out." Yamcha waved the question away, trying not to blanch as Bulma practically latched onto his arm. "S-so where are you guys going?" he asked, knowing the answer already.

"We're hunting for the Dragonballs!" Goku piped up. "We've already got five of 'em!"

"Oh? What are you going to do with them?" the bandit smirked, as Bulma's cheeks reddened even further.

"I'm, er, I'm going to wish for a lifetime s-supply of strawberries," she lied, not meeting his gaze. "But we'd better find the other two first. Looks like our next stop is...that way." she reported, pointing to the signal indicated on the radar.

"Fire Mountain, eh? We'd best be careful. The Ox King has his castle around there." Yamcha mused aloud, hopping back onto his hoverbike, Puar settling on his shoulder.

Oolong flinched. "Y-you mean the Demon Ox King? Alright, it's been fun, but I'm not going anywhere- Gak!"

"You're not running out on us now," Bulma threatened, holding the pig by the collar as a evil smile made its way onto her face. "Or do I have to say Pi-"

"I get it, but when we all get killed and eaten by that monster, you're going to wish you'd listened to me!"

The bandit laughed. "Hey, just trust me. I know exactly what I'm doing."

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So, that's that done. I know we're kind of rehashing canon right now, but we'll reach some divergences after a couple of chapters.

On to everyone's favourite thing; Power Levels! I'll be including these as rough figures for as long as I can, since I find it helpful to have something concrete before the fights. These won't be the end-all and be-all for actual fights, though, since skills and tactics can go a long way. Not to the point of beating someone ten times stronger and faster, but they go far enough.

Goku(hungry and tired): 30 (40 max)

Yamcha (adjusting to his younger body): 44 (max approximately 100)

I have Yamcha as significantly stronger than his past self, since he's now actively aware of ki manipulation to enhance his techniques. And also, because this is his story, until such time as the other humans turn up.

Next time on More of the Same;

Our heroes enter the lands of the great Ox King, seeking the sixth Dragonball. But the warrior will not let any interlopers steal his treasures. How will they deal with this predicament?

Eh, they'll figure something out.

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