Yo! Son Goku and friends! Saiyan Saga (Chapter 27)

Yamcha

The Wolf looked down at his phone apprehensively:

Bulma

when can you talk?

Received: 11:26 A.M.

He nodded with a bit of defeatism before turning his focus to Piccolo meditating at the top of the palace. He punched his left with his right and took in a deep breath. Krillin was outside practicing his beams before Yamcha caught his attention. Krillin looked about to see that Yamcha was staring daggers at Piccolo.

"Aww, crap."

"HEY! PICCOLO! I GOTTA BONE TO PICK WITH YOU!"

"No he doesn't!" Krillin yelled loudly, jumping in front of Yamcha.

Moments later Tien ran out of the palace in a hurry. Kami and Popo came out to see the commotion as well. Piccolo's meditation was shot and he opened his eyes angrily.

"What is it mongrel?!" He shouted back as he stood up.

"You've been here over a month and you haven't done anything!"

"I've no wishes to collaborate with you peasants!"

"Oh yeah!?" Yamcha floated up into the air and met level with Piccolo's positioning. "You like fighting, how about a challenge?"

"Hmph."

"Me and you. One on one, and if I win you have to come train with us otherwise I want your bitch ass off the lookout. You're taking up space we could use to be training for the Saiyans! I'm not letting you free load any longer!"

"Here we go." Tien sighed out as he crossed his arms.

"Hah-Hah-Hah! Out of all of them, YOU are going to defeat me? Get on the floor, punk." He shot back with some bite, vaulting over the railing onto the tile floor of the lookout.

Piccolo let out small snickers of laughter as Yamcha filed into position across from him. Krillin and Tien used Ki Sensing to feel out the battlefield. Krillin grit his teeth and spoke to Tien.

"It's not looking good, I think both of our strengths are a fair bit higher than Yamcha's."

"That's what I was feeling too."

"Piccolo just meditates all day and he's still stronger than us somehow, he's a monster."

Tien just nodded in agreement, empathetic sweat formulating on his brow. The wind blew slightly and The Demon and The Wolf stared down each other intensely.

This is one of the times where Ki Sensing doesn't tell the whole story and something like the souters would actually be more accurate. Ki Sensing requires the user to be in close quarters and usually going head to head in order to be as accurate as possible at lower levels. On top of the fact that it only senses for ki and not for growth in other factors. Yamcha is actually at a battle power of 1,620 due to training his ass off and drinking the Ultra Divine Water while Piccolo is only at 1,025. Yamcha is far and away the strongest on Kami's Lookout, he just hasn't been practicing his ki usage as much as the others, leading the group to make improper calculations. This spar was going to be the turning point, leading the Z fighters in the right direction and skyrocketing their growth.

Kami furrowed his brow and could tell that something was off but was not quite sure. The four of them backed off and gave the fighters the space they needed. Just in time, Chiaotzu rose to the lookout from below, eyes wide at Yamcha facing off against Piccolo.

"Be careful Yamcha!" Chiaotzu shrieked.

"You need to be telling that to Piccolo."

Yamcha smiled devilishly and The Demon's previous confident laughter all but faded as he stared at the shaggy haired adversary.

"I think I may have misjudged him…" Tien contemplated aloud as he scanned Yamcha with only his third eye open.

Krillin shifted his eyes quickly to Tien as he spoke before setting them back on the pair in the middle. The wind blew softly and disturbed Piccolo's cape as Yamcha took a deep leaning stance, almost sitting down on his right foot.

Yamcha VS Piccolo

Objective: Awaken The Wolf & achieve Piccolo's assistance!

In a flash Yamcha disappeared, his orange figure drawn by his gi erased away like a brushstroke and the air cutting away sharply.

Swuu~

"WHAT!?" Piccolo shouted in his mind.

The entirety of the lookout was stunned by the new precedent Yamcha had just set with his speed. There was only wind for a moment before an alarming thud rang out.

THOKK!

"Grrr!" Piccolo let out involuntarily as Yamcha's left shin made contact with Piccolo's nape, just above the white cloudy cloth of his cape.

Piccolo stumbled forward from the harsh contact and took up an active stance, raising his guard. He could barely keep up, his eyes darting every which way as Yamcha feinted every angle in a circle using after-images. The air around Piccolo was cut harshly and kicked up his cape. Chiaotzu floated over to the group and they all looked on in awe of Yamcha's strong start. Piccolo's tall figure was barely visible in the orange gale winds.

Swuu~wuu~wuuu~WHoooooosshhh!

Piccolo used his sensitive ears to look for an angle and it was the right choice as it let him put up his guard in time.

"Wolf Fang Fist!"

The claws came out right away and slashed away at The Demon's guard. The pressure was far more than what Raditz had given him last time. Each blow not as strong but the consistent pressure they provided was next level. Blue and purple blood flew from his forearms after only a few strikes forcing Piccolo to parry them sooner rather than later. The Wolf's claws walked Piccolo near the palace as The Demon attempted to rotate his shoulders in time with Yamcha's claws, leading them with his elbows. It proved successful for a moment until Yamcha reared back his shoulders in a dominating display and he double palm struck his chest, cracking the armour underneath the breast of the cape.

"AIIIIIIIEEEEE!"

KA-THUNKK! Skweeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

"Gahhhh!" Piccolo let out in a guttural grunt as he slid back.

He placed his left palm on the tile and stopped the slide by using his energy and right arm as leverage in the air. His cape flailed wildly as he came to a stop, his back foot touching the steps that led into the main hallway under the awning.

"Tuhhh." He let out in a scoff as he stood tall.

The front of Piccolo's cape hung down weirdly, clearly altered due to Yamcha's strike and the white fabric tore slowly before the grey stone conked onto the ground in two chunks. Yamcha stood up from his wolf stance and wiped his right thumb across his nose confidently, transitioning into a thumbs up.

"The Wolf of the Wasteland is back, baby!" The Wolf of the Wasteland shouted confidently.

Krillin looked on in shock as Piccolo wiped off a small trickle of blood from his lip. Yamcha shifted back into Wasteland Stance, leaning low onto his right foot and sliding his left far out front. Piccolo shifted back into a stance as well, positioning his arms in front of him.

"Damn it, I have to show my cards this early. He's way faster than Raditz so I can't just keep my arms crossed. They need to be out as much as possible to defend quickly."

Yamcha practically warped in front of him with a dash.

"There!" Tien shouted quickly, following Yamcha's trajectory with a pointer finger. "He's using Ki Sourcing on the foot he pushes with to dash!"

Krillin's eyes opened at the revelation.

"He's not using them on his hands or anywhere else!"

Yamcha backed off and forced Piccolo's guard forward only to strike from his enemy's left, forcing Piccolo to reel from the hit and stumble right.

Cat Hermit Ki Sensing's visual style is like seeing the aura radiate off of the target that is generating it like ripples of water. When Krillin, Tien, and Chiaotzu looked on they could see the heavy ripples come off of Yamcha's feet in waves.

Swu-Swu-Swu!

Yamcha clawed in a one-two-upper using a right-left-right combination. The last claw caught the bottom of Piccolo's cape and flung it off of The Demon. The cape flew in a flourish and Yamcha spinned in a 360 with the momentum and slammed a back thrust kick with his left at Piccolo's gut.

Fwoff~ DMMM!

"Gwoagh!" Piccolo grunted out again.

"AIIIIEEEEE!" Yamcha cried out as he slammed his right palm onto Piccolo's left cheek, sending him flying across the lookout.

Piccolo looked around as he flew and claimed the momentum as his, swinging around one of the palm trees with his right arm. He swung in a wide arc from low to high. He descended upon The Wolf of the Wasteland and eclipsed the sun for a moment. He took off his turban with his left and threw it at Yamcha to cover his off hand as he gathered energy. Yamcha swiftly weaved to the right in a smooth dodge.

"Masenko!" He shot with his right to cover the option.

Yamcha's eyes widened and he reacted with insane speed crouching low, the yellow blast barely missing the back of his turtle hermit gi.

"Unbelievable." Piccolo thought to himself as he touched down.

The Demon hit a big back step lunge but Yamcha's forward lunge beat it in both speed and distance. He slammed the back of his left hand in a claw formation against Piccolo's nose and The Demon reeled in a tumble, falling over and rolling from the speed and impact. During the tumble Yamcha kept up flawlessly and raised his right hand to strike.

"I forfeit." Piccolo stated with stoicism, meeting Yamcha's glare.

"Huh?" The Wolf of the Wasteland let out dumbly.

"I've now realised for sure this time that I'm not the biggest fish in the ocean." Piccolo stood up tall and wiped his nose for good measure, cracking his neck on both sides. "I was lying before when I said I let that go. My pride got in the way and ruined my chances of victory once again."

Yamcha just looked on with a blank stare as Piccolo stared back fiercely.

"All you and your friends have done recently is win against me. I want to change that so perhaps I might do what you do and see what happens."

"Finally!" Yamcha cried out in an annoying manner, placing his hand on Piccolo's shoulder.

"Don't touch me." He brushed it off, walking away in an aggressive manner.

"Sheesh, mad you got bodied?"

"You win today mongrel, but will you win when it counts?" He asked with some bite, throwing on his turban and cape. "You weren't there when it mattered."

The cold delivery iced the room as Piccolo entered the palace. Tien's jaw slacked a bit at the fact. He looked to Yamcha with some seriousness and shrugged to ease the tension.