Chapter 8 - Gang

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"You can't be sleeping right now?!" Bulma screeched.

Yamcha sighed internally. Of course, he didn't want Bulma to know that he was awake and was just trying his hand at meditating.

Why did she have to assume he could sleep in a foreign environment? Sure, he was tired, but not reckless or stupid.

Yamcha opened one eye and used Observe on the two thugs. For now, he decided to have Bulma feel a little fear so she could learn that actions have consequences.

Even adult Bulma was quite reckless, like bringing an infant Trunks to an android battlefield, endangering her children. Always being too close to battles, and then the whole slapping Beerus thing, the guy whose name is the God of Destruction. She's a walking disaster.

Sure, he didn't even think about these things in the anime. But here, it was a whole different matter.

[Leku - Lvl 4]

[A lackey of the Rabbit Gang. He joined because he had a hard life and grew up poor. He didn't want to be poor any longer; he wanted to be the one in power. His difficult life led him to become a ruthless man. (PL: 5)]

[Observe Skill Leveled Up]

[Kimchi - Lvl 2]

[A locket of the Rabbit Gang. She joined because he likes rabbits. She is good at drawing her boss as a female and… (PL: 4)]

Yamcha blinked as he read the woman's description and blinked twice before closing his eyes and shaking his head.

Bulma noticed that and called out. "Yamcha! You're awake!"

He didn't pay much attention to her. Instead, Yamcha was wallowing in regret for using Observe so much. Despite learning a new thing that he never even thought about. How could a human mind come up with something like that?!

"Hehehe, cutie-" Baam! Within an instant, Yamcha got up and punched the rabbit gang member right in the face, sending him flying and crashing into a tree-sized mushroom. He was a little surprised by his strength, as he didn't even go all out. But this guy had gone flying even easier than Goku, who was smaller and lighter than the goon.

Though thoughts went through his mind in a split second, he turned toward the other culprit, who looked at him with fear and tried shakily to grab the rifle strapped to her back. "Y -You, do you know who you're messing with?!"

Yamcha only stared at her, not intimidated at all. This was supposed to be a background character, someone she should have just beaten, though since she was lower level than him, he had been able to get a lot of information on her with the Observe Skill.

Seeing that her intimidation tactics weren't working, she resorted to her last resort. "I -I am a woman. You wouldn't hit a lady, right? Look at this-" Baam!

He punched her hard enough to knock out a couple of teeth. She fell to the ground, unconscious.

"I am a deep believer in equality, don't spew misogynistic things like that around me," he shrugged and grabbed the rifles they had dropped, easily snapping them in two over his knee.

"Yamcha!" Bulma hugged him and latched like a koala.

He tied the two people to the weird mushroom trees to avoid the cliche scenario of the enemies waking up and calling over more people. So even when they woke up, they wouldn't be able to report anything.

Yamcha went as far as taking their radios and hiding them behind some other mushroom trees. He didn't destroy them, just in case. They might have had some kind of built-in chip that would notify the other gang members if the radio was broken.

The name Rabbit Gang didn't ring bells with Yamcha. He did remember a rabbit from the original Dragon Ball, but he wasn't sure that guy was connected to this.

So with that in mind, Yamcha sat shotgun as Bulma turned on the car and started driving away. When suddenly, he remembered something… and looked around. Oolong and Puar were with them in the car.

But where the hell was Goku?!

"Wait, where is Goku?" Yamcha asked.

"Hm?" Bulma looked at him, confused. Then she turned and looked to the back and called out. "Goku! Where are you?"

No answer came, and she looked at the dragon radar and turned the car around. "He is still in town. Probably got distracted by something. That something has a 99% chance of being food."

Yamcha shrugged. "Probably."

Thankfully, Goku kept his four-star dragon ball on him since it belonged to his grandfather. So by using the dragon radar, they could find him easily.

As they drove back into town, Yamcha saw dozens of rabbit gang people going around and trashing the place. "Three of our gang members came to this town today and have gone missing. The perpetrator must come out; if he does, we might not kill his family."

'His words aren't quite PG-13. Things like this would have never been said in the anime. Though there were many swear words used in the Manga.' Thought Yamcha while standing by the side.

He was wondering if Goku had gotten himself in some kind of problem.

Oh, who was he kidding? Of course, Goku had gotten involved with something.

At least the three missing guards weren't Goku's fault; Yamcha knew that. He had taken out only two gang members.

He waited to see what the gang members in town would do. Each of them had a rifle, and Yamcha wasn't bulletproof yet, so bullets were still risky to him.

So he planned his escape routes in case something happened. Rushing in an unknown situation against an unknown group is what Shonen Protagonists did, and Yamcha was far from a protagonist.

Because Yamcha knew that if he got involved with this, he would have to spend time here. At least a couple months to make sure that the citizens' weakness wouldn't let another gang form.

Sure, he was blaming the victims a little here, but if a gang forms it's because there are weak people to exploit. That's the simple derivative of this.

Yamcha sighed, and shook his head, dismissing all thoughts of being a Hero. Helping people had a price, and no good deed would go unpunished as they said.

Also, Bulma would likely die if a shootout broke out. She wasn't fast enough, or mentally prepared to deal with a death and life situation.

"Heh, so no one is going to say anything?" Said one of the gang members, which Yamcha assumed to be some kind of captain in the gang, because he was the one speaking and the fake rabbit ears he was wearing were white. "Well…"

The man trailed off and kicked a stall close by, an apple shop, and boxes of apples fell onto the ground and one rolled to Yamcha's feet. It was red and plump, he crouched down and grabbed the red fruit and wiped it off on his shirt.

"You!" Suddenly one of the gang members turned toward Yamcha and pointed their gun at him. "You think you're some big shot or something?"

Yamcha looked at the barrel of the gun. He should be afraid, it was logical to be afraid. But… he wasn't. Was there something wrong with him? Did he finally get that Shonen fearless mentality?

No, not really. Because as he looked at the barrel of the gun, it seemed almost too lacking. He had seen an old man blast a mountain with an energy beam.

Guns didn't feel that threatening anymore, even with the memories from his last life, Yamcha contemplated. But he didn't say such thoughts out loud. He didn't see any need to antagonize the guy. "No, we are just looking for my little brother, he got lost too. Maybe the same guy that did that to you guys made my little brother disappear too."

Bulma looked at him as if he was out of his mind, as Yamcha came up on the spot with a fake story.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed a woman and her daughter being kicked down by a Rabbit Gang member. "Your daughter just pushed me!"

"Sir, she is just a kid-"

Baam!... The hit from the but of the rifle came right into her face and the woman was knocked down. The back of her head slamming into the ground, and forming a puddle of blood.

Suddenly, two notifications appeared in front of his face.

[You have got 2 New Quests]

He started reading them both.

[The Good Guy]

[Help the young daughter and her mother. Get rid of the Rabbit Gang, and make the town finally be at peace. Save the people of this town.

Rewards: 3000 Exp, Heroes Bracelet (Rare).]

[The Bad Guy]

[Help the Rabbit Gang grow. The gang has been facing limitations lately and hasn't been able to grow into a bigger multi-city gang. Join the Rabbit Gang and help them.

Rewards: 3000 Exp, Invisible Slashing Blade (Epic), 3 Healing Potions.]

The first thought that came to his mind was that he could refuse both Quests and he would be neutral. Guns were dangerous after all, despite him feeling like they were kind of lacking. But he no longer was the average guy. "Bulma, get in the car."

"Huh?" She looked confused, but followed and did so.

The gang member that was close to him, frowned at this and pointed his gun straight at Yamcha's head. "You bastard! Who do you think you are-"

Yamcha did a karate chop to the man's neck, and with his fists that had trained to handle the Wolf Fang Fist and break rocks, so he went a little easy. But even a little easy for him was to have the man's next move to an uncomfortable looking position and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Seeing the man's still wide eyes, Yamcha didn't panic. This wasn't some movie where the character would have a shock, or an anime where he was the protagonist that even forgave his parents. Killing, everyone of the human ancestors had done that to survive, even the most loser person has had ancestors who fought against mammoths and saber tooth tigers, and killed others to survive.

So with that in mind, Yamcha didn't hesitate to make the next move as he used Observe on every member of the Rabbit Gang within less than a second. Then for the first time, he encountered a message.

[MP is down to 0]

He hadn't known that Observe used MP, or any kind of energy. Still, he felt a little metally tired. But he tried ignoring that, as his fingers changed into claws, and an afterimage of a wolf was left behind him as he rushed toward the Rabbit Gang Members close to him.

Blood, brutality, and death would have covered the streets, even though his Power Level was only a bit over twice that of a normal human. The average mafia goon was no match for him. As before the other gang members could even catch on to what was happening, Yamcha was in their midst. Punching livers, crushing weapons, and knocking people out with hits to their necks or the back of their heads.

Unlike the movies, when someone is knocked out by hitting them on the back of the head, there is a high chance they get brain damage. Though he wasn't sure if this world worked by the same rules, or even the humans had the same psychology, because he knew for sure that the humans in his last earth couldn't shoot out beams. But in the end, Yamcha didn't care if some thugs got brain damage, that's if there was anything to damage to begin with.

Within a split second, Yamaha had turned himself into a monster of movement. He kept an eye on all of the guns and where they were being pointed at. The thugs were moving kind of slow.

By the end of it, only a couple people were left and they by now had time to point their guns at him. Unlike the others, those two weren't close by, so if Yamcha charged them, then they would be able to shoot at him.

"They weren't even able to shoot me," Yamcha peered at the two attackers left and smirked at them. "You guys are probably used to being able to intimidate people with just the rifles, right? No one was insane enough to fight against you."

"I -I-" one of the gang members started talking, panickly, and the other made the mistake of glancing at the other.

Yamcha charged, a gunshot rang out, but he had lowered himself so much to the ground that the bullet passed over two feet above his head. He didn't concentrate too much on the people and kept his eyes on the gun barrels. He wasn't fast enough to dodge a literal bullet, but if he paid attention to the gun barrels and the direction, he could move away before bullets shot out.

Within three seconds, five gunshots, and a small graze on his shoulder later, Yamcha had reached them and with a punch to their chins, brought them down easily.

After the whole ordeal, Yamcha looked at the downed people and went to crush each gun they had.

"Fuck, now I am going to have to deal with all this shit." Yamcha sighed, and approached the mother of the kid that had been kicked down. She had blood looking down on the stone, as the kid cried next to her.

The kid was a little girl, around five years old, with tears and snot on her face. Yamcha crouched down to the woman, and held her head up. He sighed a little, if he had enough MP to use Observe, he would have seen if she had a serious injury or not.

Still, he used a capsule and pulled out some bandages and turned the woman's head around so blood wouldn't spew out of her too much. He the looked around and asked. "Is there a doctor here?"

After that, a man came out and helped the mother. Yamcha stared the daughter in the eye, she was crying over her mother's body. If he leaves right now, this whole place will probably be messed up by the gang. Maybe even the kids will get killed.

'Ah, choices like this are quite troublesome.'

Chapter 9 - Gang Gang

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A power level of 10 wasn't anything impressive. It wasn't like Yamcha was only as strong as two people with a power level of 5.

The fastest man alive in his last world can't be outrun by two people who can run half as fast as him. But combining the speed of those two people is a different matter.

Yamcha takes the radio from one of the guys and calls them.

"Sir, we need back up." After the message was said, he crushed the radio in his hand. If he were going to fight the Rabbit Gang, he would do it right. Not that Shounen bullshit where he would just leave and assume horrible things didn't happen to this place after he left.

'Unlike Goku, I don't feel comfortable leaving my enemies alive long enough for them to become trouble. Also, I hate cliches. Him somehow becoming stronger and then coming after me, later on, would be lame.' Yamcha casually walked into town, with many people looking at him with gratitude, awe, and a sense of fear.

A humanoid rabbit with white fur, wearing a suit and sunglasses, sat on a chair that looked like a throne.

Monster Carrot was a big deal around these parts, and he knew that. Sure, he looked like a rabbit and had been made fun of for most of his life. But no one does that now.

Yet recently, some boy with a monkey's tail had beaten some of his men in a restaurant and taken their food. Another one had reportedly killed some of his men in the center square.

Sure, his subordinates were scumbag degenerates, but they were HIS scumbag degenerates.

His house was a mansion hidden in the mountains. The whole place had paintings of carrots and rabbits.

Monster Carrot wasn't his real name, but he had forgotten his name a while ago. (Not really, but it made him feel cooler when he said that. Also, his men respected it more.)

At the same time, some people might think that gangs have an unlimited supply of members. That isn't the case at all.

They wouldn't be committing extortion and petty crimes in a small town if they had many members. Sure, Monster Carrot turned someone into a carrot with magical abilities and ate them sometimes. But that's only for intimidation purposes. To scare the people into submission. Because in reality, a gun and someone who knew about his ability were enough to end him.

When he was young, other people had always made fun of him about how they would eat him and bullied him.

He walked through his mansion, and no one was there. It was normal, and the gang only had twelve members. But with his ability to turn anyone he touches into a carrot, Monster Carrot knew he was undefeatable.

So he got in his car and drove to town, where his men reported some emergency. All their radios were connected so they could talk to each other without problems.

He drove to town and parked on the outskirts as he wore a cloak. Crazy Carrot didn't have any of his men with him. "Fuck, why weren't they answering the phone?"

Monster Carrot had called while driving, but none of his men answered. Of course, he stopped the car every time he called them; he's a gang boss, not an irresponsible guy.

Stealthily sneaking through town with a cloak on, Monster Carrot could find in the town's square; his men were all unconscious and lying on the ground. In contrast, a long-haired young man sat atop one of the men's backs. His eyes were inquiring as he looked everywhere. His eyes were sharp like a hawk, making one nervous even to keep eye contact with him.

"This guy looks like trouble," Monster Carrot would normally go and offer someone a handshake. But the cautious young man didn't seem like someone who would fall for this thing. wouldn't fall for a trick like that.

He regretted not making his powers more secret. If you asked anyone in town, they would know his powers because he had used them publicly. But he had never expected a situation like this before too.

While thinking of how to handle this, a sudden revelation came. And Monster Carrot understood that if he only had to touch the young man with his hand, he would be turned into a carrot. Even a cautious man wouldn't be able to keep an eye on everything or be omnipotent.

So Monster Carrot went and tried that. With his cloak on him, he stumbled as if drunk and sneakily approached the young girl the man was around. Planning to take her as a hostage after turning her into a carrot.

But as he approached, Fwish!... a stone flew right over his head. It wasn't a normally thrown stone as Monter Carrot felt the wind from the small shockwave hit his face. Also, he could have sworn that the stone had some shining light around it, but maybe his eyes were just playing tricks as he was quite stressed out today. With his sunglasses, he might have miss-seen something.

He turned toward the source and saw the young man smirking at him while juggling a stone in his hand. "Where do you think you're going, little guy?"

The smirk on the young man's face said a thousand words. He wasn't surprised or nervous at all. "Yo, my name is Yamcha, and I am the guy who beat your schmucks. Hmmm~ the ability to turn things into carrots? Now I remember you."

Remember him? When? How? What?! Did he know someone like this before? Maybe the man was here for revenge. Monster Carrot felt a chill in his heart. His enemy already knew his ability and how he looked.

But what no one knew, Monster Carrot had one last plan that no one would ever think someone as proud as him would use. He had only used this secret technique two times before, and it had won him a hard fight; it had a 100% success rate.

The humanoid rabbit got on his knees until his forehead touched the ground. "Please forgive me! Master Yamcha, I will never do this again!"

"Ahaha, there's no need to be that polite," Yamcha got closer to him, and Carrot felt a bead of sweat roll down his white-furred face. The young man crouched in front of him, and the rabbit humanoid pulled up his head to look Yamcha right in the eyes.

"C'mon now, get up," Yamcha smirked and offered him a hand. "Your power is quite useful."

Carrot looked at the offered hand and twitched as he thought of grasping it and turning his opponent into a carrot. All of this would be over then. But for some reason, as he thought of that, every hair in Carrot's body stood up.

He was scared and felt like he was back in those days when he didn't have his power, and everyone bullied him.

But he slowly extended his hand, and Yamcha didn't flinch as their hands touched.

Carrot kept staring at Yamcha's face. Once again, there wasn't an ounce of hesitation in his eyes. Overwhelming confidence, as if he could kill him with just a thought. Which made Carrot feel even more afraid.

Was this bravado? Maybe a bluff? No, there's no reason for lies. Only a mad man would do something like this.

"W -Who are you?" Asked Carrot, feeling like there was something about Yamcha that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Martial Artists at this level should be quite well known.

"The hero, obviously," Yamcha answered as if this was evident; he sure looked malicious. There was something dangerous in the young man's eyes that Carrot couldn't entirely put his finger on. "Oh, also, I need to 'eliminate' your gang. I am testing the parameters of what that word means. I wouldn't like killing you, but if I have, then I will."

For some reason, for the first time in his life, Carrot started thinking that maybe his powers weren't all that good. Also, that feeling grew deeper… No, it no longer was fear, as it had grown into absolute terror.

He immediately let go of Yamcha's hand and bowed again, his forehead hitting the ground so hard that he started bleeding. "Please! Don't kill me! Spare our-... NO, just my life is enough!"

"Hmmm~" Yamcha hummed nonchalantly as if he was still thinking. But Carrot could feel the hairs of his spine stand at an end as every instinct screamed at him.

"Please, sir! Spare me! I will work for you like a slave, and I can cook and do laundry!" His desperate pleas fell on deaf ears as Yamcha touched the back of his bowing head.

A/N: I just realized how uncreative I am with titles when I have to think of something on the fly. The next chapters' title isn't any better either and barely has any relationship with the chapter.

Name: Yamcha

Age: 16

Title: Bandit

Level 3 [EXP: 74%]

HP: 50/50

MP: (locked)

Ki: 25/25

Strength: 10

Agility: 11

Endurance: 10

(Power Level: 10)

Intelligence: 5

Perception: 6 - 7

Willpower: 7

(Magic Power: 5)

Status Points: 10

Description: Twice as strong as the average human. In general, still a weakling.

Skills:

Kamehameha - Lvl 1/50 (New)

Wolf Fang Fist - Lvl 4/30

Ki Control - Lvl 1 - 2/100

Ki Enhancement - Lvl 2/100

Observe - Lvl 3 - 4/100

Swordsmanship - Lvl 1/75