What followed *should* have been a massacre. But it wasn't, for a few reasons.
Most of them had to do with the fact that Vegeta did not go Super Saiyan. For quite some time, he had been training solely in one of his Super Saiyan modes. This meant while those modes had improved quite a bit in power and speed, his "regular" mode had not.
"Regular" mode was also the only mode that Vegeta stood a chance of losing to Yamcha in; in even the first mode of Super Saiyan, the human simply would have been overwhelmed.
Yamcha had also been doing some furtive training to impress his new girlfriend, so *his* power HAD been increasing.
Finally, Yamcha had been studying Vegeta's moves. Ever since the Majin incident, he had been worried that some other outside force could affect the Saiyan's mind; thus, he had studied Vegeta's moves and had prepared defenses accordingly.
***
Vegeta lunged forward with a punch, but Yamcha managed to dodge it. Dropping to the floor, he performed a somersault kick directly at Vegeta.
The Saiyan backflipped and landed two rows down, only to be met by a rushing Yamcha who managed to score a direct hit to the stomach. Gasping for air, Vegeta retaliated with a kick to the human's head.
They began to fight at close distance at super-speed.
***
Kakarot and the rest hovered in the air above the stadium, Iroke clinging to Raditz. They were watching the fight.
Well, Iroke wasn't. Being a normal human, she couldn't make out anything but a lot of booming noises and blurs.
The three Saiyan warriors were having a difficult time keeping up with all of the action. Only Kakarot could see all the details.
*Amazing! Yamcha's actually managing to stalemate Vegeta! I don't know how, but he is! I don't know who's going to win!*
***
The two warriors leaped back from one another. Both of them were breathing hard and bleeding from more than a couple of locations. Yamcha suddenly smiled.
"I don't think you've seen this attack before. Roga Fufu-ken!"
***
Kakarot gasped; he was the only one who was able to hear Yamcha's words.
*The Fist of the Wolf-Fang Gale?*
Kakarot remembered well the power of that attack; when he had first fought Yamcha, it had nearly been enough to take him out.
***
Vegeta had known that Yamcha was notoriously fast, but his speed suddenly increased even more, launching into a flurry of blows. The Saiyan was not able to block most of them, and when the attack was over, he was laying on the ground.
"Give up?" questioned Yamcha smugly.
"Not a chance!"
Vegeta suddenly flew forward and unleashed a quick series of blows that left Yamcha in the same position that he himself had been in just a moment ago.
"Give up?" said Vegeta in an evil tone of voice.
Yamcha rose to his feet.
Both he and Vegeta charged at each other at the exact same time. They grasped each other's hands in front of them in the classic test-of-strength position.
To both Vegeta's and Yamcha's silent astonishment, they appeared equals in strength. They continued to grapple, the seconds stretching out into long minutes, each seeking some flaw in the other that could be exploited.
Then...Vegeta's cell phone rang.
***
Both combatants blinked. The phone continued to ring.
"You wanna get that?" said Yamcha.
"Fine," grunted Vegeta.
Warily, the fighters stopped struggling and let go of each other's hands. Bulma had managed to force Vegeta into taking a cell phone with him, in case anything important came up. Of course, it was no ordinary cell phone. It was a special capsulized video cell phone.
He activated it, and Bulma's face immediately appeared on the video display.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"
Vegeta and Yamcha snapped into attention, more than a bit intimidated.
"You do know that this little fight of yours is going out over TV! It was so impressive they stopped the game and starting showing you two! Ever since the Cell Games they've created special cameras that can track lunatics like you!"
Slowly, Vegeta and Yamcha turned their heads. Indeed, the crowd, the baseball teams, the coaches, and even the umpires were all looking at them. They looked back at the phone, and said the exact same thing at the exact same time.
"Oops."
Bulma continued to rant for quite some time; how long, no one knew. Then, suddenly, she disappeared.
The two who had been victims of her tirade blinked, slowly. Then they noticed the blinking light.
'BATTERY DEAD.'
She had talked so long she had worn out the battery.
There was a long moment of silence. Then, both Yamcha and Vegeta did something totally unexpected, something Vegeta had done rarely--if ever--and doubted he ever would.
They both collapsed into deep peals of laughter.
***
Kakarot blinked. Was he actually seeing this?
***
"Oh man...that is so totally Bulma," Yamcha wheezed out as he tried to stop laughing and catch his breath.
"Indeed," said Vegeta, starting to recover.
"C'mon man, the bar's this way. I'll buy you a beer."
"Sure, why not."
***
Kakarot blinked again. Apparently the two had found some common ground. He decided he should follow them. He began to slowly drift after them, and waved the others to follow.
***
Several hours later. Vegeta and Yamcha staggered out of the bar, drunk out of their minds, supporting one another as they lurched down the street. The only person who knew how many drinks they had had was the bartender, but he was too busy dreaming about that house he could now buy to remember the exact total.
It had started off with each of them just having a beer in the aftermath of the fight. But somehow that one beer had blossomed into many. Hence their current state.
Kakarot and the others touched down on the pavement. Kakarot grimaced.
"Uh-oh, they've had too much to drink. And I don't remember where Yamcha lives, so I can't drop him off there."
Yamcha appeared to hear him. "Just take me to my girlfriend's house." He rattled off what Kakarot had to assume was the address.
"Hey Yamcha," Vegeta slurred, "Just who is your woman, anyway?"
"You wouldn't know her. Name's Maron, used to date Kuririn for a while."
Most of them had to do with the fact that Vegeta did not go Super Saiyan. For quite some time, he had been training solely in one of his Super Saiyan modes. This meant while those modes had improved quite a bit in power and speed, his "regular" mode had not.
"Regular" mode was also the only mode that Vegeta stood a chance of losing to Yamcha in; in even the first mode of Super Saiyan, the human simply would have been overwhelmed.
Yamcha had also been doing some furtive training to impress his new girlfriend, so *his* power HAD been increasing.
Finally, Yamcha had been studying Vegeta's moves. Ever since the Majin incident, he had been worried that some other outside force could affect the Saiyan's mind; thus, he had studied Vegeta's moves and had prepared defenses accordingly.
***
Vegeta lunged forward with a punch, but Yamcha managed to dodge it. Dropping to the floor, he performed a somersault kick directly at Vegeta.
The Saiyan backflipped and landed two rows down, only to be met by a rushing Yamcha who managed to score a direct hit to the stomach. Gasping for air, Vegeta retaliated with a kick to the human's head.
They began to fight at close distance at super-speed.
***
Kakarot and the rest hovered in the air above the stadium, Iroke clinging to Raditz. They were watching the fight.
Well, Iroke wasn't. Being a normal human, she couldn't make out anything but a lot of booming noises and blurs.
The three Saiyan warriors were having a difficult time keeping up with all of the action. Only Kakarot could see all the details.
*Amazing! Yamcha's actually managing to stalemate Vegeta! I don't know how, but he is! I don't know who's going to win!*
***
The two warriors leaped back from one another. Both of them were breathing hard and bleeding from more than a couple of locations. Yamcha suddenly smiled.
"I don't think you've seen this attack before. Roga Fufu-ken!"
***
Kakarot gasped; he was the only one who was able to hear Yamcha's words.
*The Fist of the Wolf-Fang Gale?*
Kakarot remembered well the power of that attack; when he had first fought Yamcha, it had nearly been enough to take him out.
***
Vegeta had known that Yamcha was notoriously fast, but his speed suddenly increased even more, launching into a flurry of blows. The Saiyan was not able to block most of them, and when the attack was over, he was laying on the ground.
"Give up?" questioned Yamcha smugly.
"Not a chance!"
Vegeta suddenly flew forward and unleashed a quick series of blows that left Yamcha in the same position that he himself had been in just a moment ago.
"Give up?" said Vegeta in an evil tone of voice.
Yamcha rose to his feet.
Both he and Vegeta charged at each other at the exact same time. They grasped each other's hands in front of them in the classic test-of-strength position.
To both Vegeta's and Yamcha's silent astonishment, they appeared equals in strength. They continued to grapple, the seconds stretching out into long minutes, each seeking some flaw in the other that could be exploited.
Then...Vegeta's cell phone rang.
***
Both combatants blinked. The phone continued to ring.
"You wanna get that?" said Yamcha.
"Fine," grunted Vegeta.
Warily, the fighters stopped struggling and let go of each other's hands. Bulma had managed to force Vegeta into taking a cell phone with him, in case anything important came up. Of course, it was no ordinary cell phone. It was a special capsulized video cell phone.
He activated it, and Bulma's face immediately appeared on the video display.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"
Vegeta and Yamcha snapped into attention, more than a bit intimidated.
"You do know that this little fight of yours is going out over TV! It was so impressive they stopped the game and starting showing you two! Ever since the Cell Games they've created special cameras that can track lunatics like you!"
Slowly, Vegeta and Yamcha turned their heads. Indeed, the crowd, the baseball teams, the coaches, and even the umpires were all looking at them. They looked back at the phone, and said the exact same thing at the exact same time.
"Oops."
Bulma continued to rant for quite some time; how long, no one knew. Then, suddenly, she disappeared.
The two who had been victims of her tirade blinked, slowly. Then they noticed the blinking light.
'BATTERY DEAD.'
She had talked so long she had worn out the battery.
There was a long moment of silence. Then, both Yamcha and Vegeta did something totally unexpected, something Vegeta had done rarely--if ever--and doubted he ever would.
They both collapsed into deep peals of laughter.
***
Kakarot blinked. Was he actually seeing this?
***
"Oh man...that is so totally Bulma," Yamcha wheezed out as he tried to stop laughing and catch his breath.
"Indeed," said Vegeta, starting to recover.
"C'mon man, the bar's this way. I'll buy you a beer."
"Sure, why not."
***
Kakarot blinked again. Apparently the two had found some common ground. He decided he should follow them. He began to slowly drift after them, and waved the others to follow.
***
Several hours later. Vegeta and Yamcha staggered out of the bar, drunk out of their minds, supporting one another as they lurched down the street. The only person who knew how many drinks they had had was the bartender, but he was too busy dreaming about that house he could now buy to remember the exact total.
It had started off with each of them just having a beer in the aftermath of the fight. But somehow that one beer had blossomed into many. Hence their current state.
Kakarot and the others touched down on the pavement. Kakarot grimaced.
"Uh-oh, they've had too much to drink. And I don't remember where Yamcha lives, so I can't drop him off there."
Yamcha appeared to hear him. "Just take me to my girlfriend's house." He rattled off what Kakarot had to assume was the address.
"Hey Yamcha," Vegeta slurred, "Just who is your woman, anyway?"
"You wouldn't know her. Name's Maron, used to date Kuririn for a while."