This fic is in support for all Yamcha fans out there. All characters except for Dinre and Earl Grey belongs to Funimation and Akria Toriyama. Dinre and Earl Grey belongs to me. I'm not making any money off of this.
The Call
By Maria Cline
"One hundred and thirty nine... One hundred and forty!" Yamcha counted as his son lay down.
"*Whew* I'm done, Dad." Earl said as he looked up.
"Not bad." Yamcha said as he helped his son up. "Now, go to Pu'ar so you can practice your morphs."
"Great!" Earl said as he ran off to the living room.
"Hey! I'm home!" Lunch yelled out as she entered the small gym.
"How's Penguin Village?" Yamcha asked as he kissed his wife on the cheek.
"Boring as hell." Lunch said as she took out a beer.
"You didn't rob any banks lately, did you?" Yamcha teased.
"Not lately." Lunch said as she rubbed herself against Yamcha's chest. "How, Earl doing?"
"Great. He's much stronger than I was at his age but he can do better. I know he can."
"He is your son." Lunch said grinning, "What about Dinre?"
"Yamcha!" a man bellowed as he entered the room.
"Carl! What's wrong?"
Carl dragged a five-year-old girl in. She was small with blond hair and bright blue eyes. In her hands was a small automatic water gun. "Your daughter was fighting my son and gave him a black eye!"
"He's a wimp." Dinre said as she pouted.
"Which son?" Yamcha asked as he sighed.
"My older boy. He said that Dinre was making fun of Mr. Satan."
"Mr. Satan is a moron and big liar!" Dinre exclaimed as she held up her water gun.
"Ummm... where did you hear that, sweetheart?" Yamcha asked.
"You said it yourself while talking to Uncle Pu'ar."
"Can't you straighten your kid's head?! Mr. Satan is the best!" Carl yelled out at the man.
"Dinre, hon, apologize to Mr. Chuu about giving his son a black eye."
"No." Dinre said as she crossed her arms. Suddenly, she sneezed and in a poof of smoked turned into a small blue haired girl. "Daddy?" She asked as she dropped her water gun. "Did I do it again?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry, sir." Dinre said as she bowed down.
"You have a messed up kid." Carl said as he sighed. He couldn't help but look into Dinre's soft gentle eyes and feel all fuzzy inside.
"I'll take care of her." Lunch said as she patted her daughter's head.
"Fine." Carl said as he walked out.
"Dinre Grey! How could you do that! Telling other people that Mr. Satan is a fake!" Lunch said as she glared down.
"I did that?"
"Yes, your blond self took over." Yamcha explained, "You can't do this to yourself every time."
"But I can't help it!" Dinre whined as she broke down in tears.
"Don't cry. You just have to control your other half." Lunch said as she smiled down at her. "Like me."
"But, it took you years to control it."
"You can. Why don't you watch your brother train?" Yamcha said as he gestured to the living room.
"Okay!"
"Then, we'll figure out some sort of punishment for you."
"Awww..."
*****
Earl stared at the television as he charged up for another change. The sound was off to give the young shapeshifter in training more concentration. "Ready?" Pu'ar asked as he sat on the chair. "Change!"
"PRESTO!!!" Earl boomed as he morphed into Michael Jackson.
"Whoa!" Yamcha said as he fell back. Earl's morphs had been getting more and more detailed. When, he started morph training, he could only change his hair and eyes but with Puar's help, he could morph into different people. Hopefully, he could morph into animals soon.
"How's this?" Earl asked in his normal voice.
"Not bad." Yamcha said as he looked over him. In reality, Earl's imitation was much better than last time. He had managed to get the right hair color, skin, and even clothes right. However, Earl's dark eyes remained. One thing he learned from Master Roshi is rarely praise your student. It helps him remain focused. "You missed the eyes."
"Damn it." Earl growled as he changed back.
"That was great!" Dinre exclaimed from the couch. "Can we watch tv with the sound on?"
"Yeah, I'm getting tired." Earl said as he wiped the sweat off of his brow.
"Might as well." Yamcha said as he hit the remote control and turned on the sound.
Mr. Satan's voice boomed out at them. "FRIENDS!!! COMRADES!!! EARTH IS IN DANGER ONCE AGAIN!!! AND I NEED YOU TO PROTECT OUR SACRED PLANET!!!" He said as he pointed to the camera. "Oh man, not another cheesy 'alien' tournament." Lunch groaned.
"I don't think so." Yamcha said as Mr. Satan spoke on. Unlike the other commercials, Mr. Satan had a look of fear in his eyes. It was very well hidden but it was there. As Mr. Satan droned on about the very planet's life it in danger, Trunks and Vegita stood there in battle outfits.
"THESE TWO ARE PART OF OUR IMPORTANT FORCES ARE YOU?!" Mr. Satan asked as he gestured to the two.
"Whoa." Yamcha said, "That's Trunks and Vegita. Why would they support him unless... it's really a threat!!!"
"Whoa." Earl said as he sat up straight.
"In order to join our group, please come to the Satan Tournament Grounds on Monday at three o'clock to try out! Be there!" Mr. Satan said as he put the adds on the screen.
"Oh man. This does sound serious." Yamcha moaned as he saw the tiny writing on the bottom of the screen. It read 'Sponsored by Capsule Corps. Capsules at it's finest.'
"Are you going?" Lunch asked wearily. She could remember back when Tien died while fighting the Saiyans. True, he was only gone for a year but she didn't know about the Dragon Balls. All she knew at the time was the deep pain in her heart when she learned about Tien and Choutsu dying. The thought of her beloved Yamcha going through the same thing again, without the Dragon Balls to aid them, is too much.
"I can't." Yamcha admitted. He had given up fighting to pursue a career in baseball and then a father career. True, he still could bench press about 500 lb. easy and he could fight off people half his age with ease but he's nothing compared to Saiyans. "I'm too old." "I'll go. It sounds so cool." Earl said excited, "I always wanted to be with more powerful fighters." "You can't go." Yamcha said with determination in his voice.
"WHAT?! WHY NOT?!"
"You're not ready." Yamcha said, "You're strong but you can't go. Not yet." "But Dad, we don't even know how bad this threat is. I've killed off wild animals with my bare hands." "There's a difference between a super powerful villain and a wild animal." Yamcha said as he recalled the time he died by a Sabiman. "You're not ready." Earl glared at him. "I'm nineteen years old. I'm ready." "That's what I thought before I died the first time."
"I won't die! I'm leaving!" Earl yelled out as he shot out of the window and out of the house.
*****
It was cold in the desert night. Earl shivered as he tried to morph a warm coat. "Here." Pu'ar said as he handed the man a coat.
"Pu'ar! How did you know I was here?"
"It's always your thinking place." Pu'ar said as he sat on a rock. "I know you always come here to think." "Why can't Dad believe in me?" Earl asked his lifelong friend. "I know I can help them out." "He believes in you. But, it's just that he had a hard time fighting back in the old days." Pu'ar said as he sighed. "He died when the Saiyans invaded. It was so hard on the survivors especially Bulma. After he came back, he just feels so inadequate compared to Saiyans." "But, he's a very strong human. Doesn't that matter?"
"Not really. Saiyans are the most powerful warriors in the galaxy. They are stronger, faster-"
"And eat enough to feed thirty people." Earl finished. "Dad told me about how powerful Vegita and Goku was and how weak he is to them. But, I know I can at least help. I can morph." "I know. I can morph too but I can't fight as well."
"It's not fair. What's wrong with being human?"
"Nothing, son." Earl and Pu'ar looked behind them to see Yamcha standing there. "Mind if I sit here?"
Earl nodded and the man sat down. "I'm going, Dad. You can't make me stay." "I know. You got too much of your mother and me in you." Yamcha said as he stared up at the stars. "I always prayed that you won't have to fight."
"But, Dad, why did you train me if you don't want me to fight?"
"Because, it's in your blood. You love to fight those wolves. But this is serious, Earl." Yamcha sighed as he stared up, "I was lucky the last few times. The times I fought, there were Dragon Balls to bring me back. There's none to bring you back if... you got unlucky." "But Dad, if the Earth is destroyed, then I'll die any way. I'm going. I want to meet the world's greatest fighters." Earl said as he crossed his arms.
Yamcha felt his old scars ache. He stared at his young son's face. He looked identical to what Yamcha looked like back when he was nineteen. "I can't stop you. But, you must understand how dangerous fighting is. I got scared when I was taken by surprise by a band of bandits that I stole from earlier in my life. I survived but I got these scars. I was lucky to keep my eyesight." He gestured to his scars. "I don't want you to die more than once like I did." "I thought you don't mind the scars. If you did, why didn't you just use surgery?"
"Because, these scars reminded me how frail and strong I am." Yamcha said as he felt the cold sand in his hands. "You do want to fight. Right? Despite the possibility of death?"
"Yes." "The chance of being humiliated by those who are ten times stronger than you?"
"Yes." "And you'll meet Vegita face to face." "So?"
"Come-on, Yamcha, let him fight." Pu'ar said as he looked at Earl longingly.
Yamcha sighed. "Now I know how Chi Chi feels." "Huh?" Earl asked.
"Get plenty of rest. You'll need it for the tryouts Monday." "Woo hoo!" Earl exclaimed, "I get to save the world!" "Yeah." **Please, Dende, don't let me outlive my son.**
*****
"You got everything?" Yamcha said as Earl put on his nice clothes.
"Yeah, Dad, I got my gi and other stuff." Earl said as he packed his small backpack.
"My little boy has grown up." Lunch said as she sighed. "Now, you go and kick some ass. Okay?"
"Sure thing."
"Why can't I go?" Dinre asked as she pouted.
"One: You're too young. Two: You're grounded for a month." Lunch said glaring down.
"Phooey!"
"Here." Yamcha said as he handed his son a small box. "It's a good luck charm that I always wear when I fight. It brings me good luck. I had it for a long time. Ever since, I was your age. Wear it under your gi, and don't lose it." "You mean that secret good luck charm that you never let anyone else see, even Mom?"
"Yeah. Just don't tell anyone else." "Got it." Earl said as he ran out of the room and zoomed to the Satan Tournament Grounds. He felt great happiness to finally find out what his father's secret lucky charm is.
After a few minutes, Earl's curiosity got to him and he stopped in mid-hover. He slowly opened the box and it showed a very old pair of panties. On the panties was the initials 'BB'.
Fin
The Call
By Maria Cline
"One hundred and thirty nine... One hundred and forty!" Yamcha counted as his son lay down.
"*Whew* I'm done, Dad." Earl said as he looked up.
"Not bad." Yamcha said as he helped his son up. "Now, go to Pu'ar so you can practice your morphs."
"Great!" Earl said as he ran off to the living room.
"Hey! I'm home!" Lunch yelled out as she entered the small gym.
"How's Penguin Village?" Yamcha asked as he kissed his wife on the cheek.
"Boring as hell." Lunch said as she took out a beer.
"You didn't rob any banks lately, did you?" Yamcha teased.
"Not lately." Lunch said as she rubbed herself against Yamcha's chest. "How, Earl doing?"
"Great. He's much stronger than I was at his age but he can do better. I know he can."
"He is your son." Lunch said grinning, "What about Dinre?"
"Yamcha!" a man bellowed as he entered the room.
"Carl! What's wrong?"
Carl dragged a five-year-old girl in. She was small with blond hair and bright blue eyes. In her hands was a small automatic water gun. "Your daughter was fighting my son and gave him a black eye!"
"He's a wimp." Dinre said as she pouted.
"Which son?" Yamcha asked as he sighed.
"My older boy. He said that Dinre was making fun of Mr. Satan."
"Mr. Satan is a moron and big liar!" Dinre exclaimed as she held up her water gun.
"Ummm... where did you hear that, sweetheart?" Yamcha asked.
"You said it yourself while talking to Uncle Pu'ar."
"Can't you straighten your kid's head?! Mr. Satan is the best!" Carl yelled out at the man.
"Dinre, hon, apologize to Mr. Chuu about giving his son a black eye."
"No." Dinre said as she crossed her arms. Suddenly, she sneezed and in a poof of smoked turned into a small blue haired girl. "Daddy?" She asked as she dropped her water gun. "Did I do it again?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry, sir." Dinre said as she bowed down.
"You have a messed up kid." Carl said as he sighed. He couldn't help but look into Dinre's soft gentle eyes and feel all fuzzy inside.
"I'll take care of her." Lunch said as she patted her daughter's head.
"Fine." Carl said as he walked out.
"Dinre Grey! How could you do that! Telling other people that Mr. Satan is a fake!" Lunch said as she glared down.
"I did that?"
"Yes, your blond self took over." Yamcha explained, "You can't do this to yourself every time."
"But I can't help it!" Dinre whined as she broke down in tears.
"Don't cry. You just have to control your other half." Lunch said as she smiled down at her. "Like me."
"But, it took you years to control it."
"You can. Why don't you watch your brother train?" Yamcha said as he gestured to the living room.
"Okay!"
"Then, we'll figure out some sort of punishment for you."
"Awww..."
*****
Earl stared at the television as he charged up for another change. The sound was off to give the young shapeshifter in training more concentration. "Ready?" Pu'ar asked as he sat on the chair. "Change!"
"PRESTO!!!" Earl boomed as he morphed into Michael Jackson.
"Whoa!" Yamcha said as he fell back. Earl's morphs had been getting more and more detailed. When, he started morph training, he could only change his hair and eyes but with Puar's help, he could morph into different people. Hopefully, he could morph into animals soon.
"How's this?" Earl asked in his normal voice.
"Not bad." Yamcha said as he looked over him. In reality, Earl's imitation was much better than last time. He had managed to get the right hair color, skin, and even clothes right. However, Earl's dark eyes remained. One thing he learned from Master Roshi is rarely praise your student. It helps him remain focused. "You missed the eyes."
"Damn it." Earl growled as he changed back.
"That was great!" Dinre exclaimed from the couch. "Can we watch tv with the sound on?"
"Yeah, I'm getting tired." Earl said as he wiped the sweat off of his brow.
"Might as well." Yamcha said as he hit the remote control and turned on the sound.
Mr. Satan's voice boomed out at them. "FRIENDS!!! COMRADES!!! EARTH IS IN DANGER ONCE AGAIN!!! AND I NEED YOU TO PROTECT OUR SACRED PLANET!!!" He said as he pointed to the camera. "Oh man, not another cheesy 'alien' tournament." Lunch groaned.
"I don't think so." Yamcha said as Mr. Satan spoke on. Unlike the other commercials, Mr. Satan had a look of fear in his eyes. It was very well hidden but it was there. As Mr. Satan droned on about the very planet's life it in danger, Trunks and Vegita stood there in battle outfits.
"THESE TWO ARE PART OF OUR IMPORTANT FORCES ARE YOU?!" Mr. Satan asked as he gestured to the two.
"Whoa." Yamcha said, "That's Trunks and Vegita. Why would they support him unless... it's really a threat!!!"
"Whoa." Earl said as he sat up straight.
"In order to join our group, please come to the Satan Tournament Grounds on Monday at three o'clock to try out! Be there!" Mr. Satan said as he put the adds on the screen.
"Oh man. This does sound serious." Yamcha moaned as he saw the tiny writing on the bottom of the screen. It read 'Sponsored by Capsule Corps. Capsules at it's finest.'
"Are you going?" Lunch asked wearily. She could remember back when Tien died while fighting the Saiyans. True, he was only gone for a year but she didn't know about the Dragon Balls. All she knew at the time was the deep pain in her heart when she learned about Tien and Choutsu dying. The thought of her beloved Yamcha going through the same thing again, without the Dragon Balls to aid them, is too much.
"I can't." Yamcha admitted. He had given up fighting to pursue a career in baseball and then a father career. True, he still could bench press about 500 lb. easy and he could fight off people half his age with ease but he's nothing compared to Saiyans. "I'm too old." "I'll go. It sounds so cool." Earl said excited, "I always wanted to be with more powerful fighters." "You can't go." Yamcha said with determination in his voice.
"WHAT?! WHY NOT?!"
"You're not ready." Yamcha said, "You're strong but you can't go. Not yet." "But Dad, we don't even know how bad this threat is. I've killed off wild animals with my bare hands." "There's a difference between a super powerful villain and a wild animal." Yamcha said as he recalled the time he died by a Sabiman. "You're not ready." Earl glared at him. "I'm nineteen years old. I'm ready." "That's what I thought before I died the first time."
"I won't die! I'm leaving!" Earl yelled out as he shot out of the window and out of the house.
*****
It was cold in the desert night. Earl shivered as he tried to morph a warm coat. "Here." Pu'ar said as he handed the man a coat.
"Pu'ar! How did you know I was here?"
"It's always your thinking place." Pu'ar said as he sat on a rock. "I know you always come here to think." "Why can't Dad believe in me?" Earl asked his lifelong friend. "I know I can help them out." "He believes in you. But, it's just that he had a hard time fighting back in the old days." Pu'ar said as he sighed. "He died when the Saiyans invaded. It was so hard on the survivors especially Bulma. After he came back, he just feels so inadequate compared to Saiyans." "But, he's a very strong human. Doesn't that matter?"
"Not really. Saiyans are the most powerful warriors in the galaxy. They are stronger, faster-"
"And eat enough to feed thirty people." Earl finished. "Dad told me about how powerful Vegita and Goku was and how weak he is to them. But, I know I can at least help. I can morph." "I know. I can morph too but I can't fight as well."
"It's not fair. What's wrong with being human?"
"Nothing, son." Earl and Pu'ar looked behind them to see Yamcha standing there. "Mind if I sit here?"
Earl nodded and the man sat down. "I'm going, Dad. You can't make me stay." "I know. You got too much of your mother and me in you." Yamcha said as he stared up at the stars. "I always prayed that you won't have to fight."
"But, Dad, why did you train me if you don't want me to fight?"
"Because, it's in your blood. You love to fight those wolves. But this is serious, Earl." Yamcha sighed as he stared up, "I was lucky the last few times. The times I fought, there were Dragon Balls to bring me back. There's none to bring you back if... you got unlucky." "But Dad, if the Earth is destroyed, then I'll die any way. I'm going. I want to meet the world's greatest fighters." Earl said as he crossed his arms.
Yamcha felt his old scars ache. He stared at his young son's face. He looked identical to what Yamcha looked like back when he was nineteen. "I can't stop you. But, you must understand how dangerous fighting is. I got scared when I was taken by surprise by a band of bandits that I stole from earlier in my life. I survived but I got these scars. I was lucky to keep my eyesight." He gestured to his scars. "I don't want you to die more than once like I did." "I thought you don't mind the scars. If you did, why didn't you just use surgery?"
"Because, these scars reminded me how frail and strong I am." Yamcha said as he felt the cold sand in his hands. "You do want to fight. Right? Despite the possibility of death?"
"Yes." "The chance of being humiliated by those who are ten times stronger than you?"
"Yes." "And you'll meet Vegita face to face." "So?"
"Come-on, Yamcha, let him fight." Pu'ar said as he looked at Earl longingly.
Yamcha sighed. "Now I know how Chi Chi feels." "Huh?" Earl asked.
"Get plenty of rest. You'll need it for the tryouts Monday." "Woo hoo!" Earl exclaimed, "I get to save the world!" "Yeah." **Please, Dende, don't let me outlive my son.**
*****
"You got everything?" Yamcha said as Earl put on his nice clothes.
"Yeah, Dad, I got my gi and other stuff." Earl said as he packed his small backpack.
"My little boy has grown up." Lunch said as she sighed. "Now, you go and kick some ass. Okay?"
"Sure thing."
"Why can't I go?" Dinre asked as she pouted.
"One: You're too young. Two: You're grounded for a month." Lunch said glaring down.
"Phooey!"
"Here." Yamcha said as he handed his son a small box. "It's a good luck charm that I always wear when I fight. It brings me good luck. I had it for a long time. Ever since, I was your age. Wear it under your gi, and don't lose it." "You mean that secret good luck charm that you never let anyone else see, even Mom?"
"Yeah. Just don't tell anyone else." "Got it." Earl said as he ran out of the room and zoomed to the Satan Tournament Grounds. He felt great happiness to finally find out what his father's secret lucky charm is.
After a few minutes, Earl's curiosity got to him and he stopped in mid-hover. He slowly opened the box and it showed a very old pair of panties. On the panties was the initials 'BB'.
Fin