Written by Cynthia Stanich. This story is written about Dragon Ball Z characters. I do not own them in any way. If the story line resembles any other written by someone else that is purely coincidental. This story may include strong language and violent content.



This story is taking place directly after the Buu Saga. All of the Z Warriors were at the Capsule Corps celebrating their newfound peace. Son Goku and Vegeta are finally on good terms(for now), even though Vegeta still thinks Son Goku is a baka.

Chapter One: A New Yamcha?

"Vegeta, I still can't believe your strength! You fought so well against Buu!" Son Goku boasted mostly for the Z Warriors benefit.

"Whatever Kakarotto, I just acted like a punching bag, Bakana." Vegeta scowled at Son Goku.

The other Z Warriors looked around at each other hopeful that Vegeta wouldn't feel like blowing any more humans up for a while.

All of the sudden Son Goku and Yamcha turned white and looked out the window.

"What, what is it Kakarotto?" Vegeta seemed mad that he couldn't detect the thing that that idiot Son Goku and the weak human could. "WHAT?"

Yamcha and Son Goku exchanged amazed looks. Son Goku scratched his head while Yamcha licked his lips. "Um, can anyone else FEEL another me?" Yamcha blushed.

"Son, what is going on here?" Piccolo growled. All at once the rest of the Z Warriors could feel Yamcha a few miles away.

"I, I think we should go to check this out," Son Goku tried to look calm. He remembered that Cell had a Ki that felt like everyone he knew, "has he come back?"

The look on Son's face was enough to convince everyone else of the possible danger. Son Goku and Vegeta leaped up and flew out of site. Piccolo, Gohan, and Tien immediately followed.

"Do, do you think we would be any help?" Krillin stuttered.

"Don't be such a wimp, nothing scary has happened yet," with that Android 18 left Krillin and Yamcha looking at each other. Yamcha shrugged and they followed her.

Trunks and Goten tried to follow, but their mothers grabbed their ears. "Oh no you don't, Sunny," Bulma laughed, "This is not something for a child to go flying into."

"But Mom!" Trunks pouted, "Goten and I are the strongest fighters!"

"No I said, go outside and just wait for them to get back."

Trunks and Goten walked outside and sat on the picnic table. As soon as their mothers turned on the TV and started chatting they took off too. They weren't going to miss seeing two Yamchas!! * * *

Son Goku and Vegeta screeched to a halt and stared down at Yamcha looking up at them. This Yamcha was dressed in rags and looked absolutely wild. He had machine guns and grenades strapped to his body. He wore a red bandanna on his head, and he was STRONG!

"Wow, how did this happen?" Son Goku thought, "This Yamcha is almost as strong as I was after Namek blew up."

The wild Yamcha on the ground started to move finally after his shock of seeing the two saijins in the air. He knew his weapons would have no effect on them. The weapons were for any other life forms he might have run into. "No!" He screamed and threw his guns to the ground. He crouched into his favorite fighting stance and started to power up. Ever since Bulma figured out how to raise his power level, he has been almost as strong as some of the Saijin children.

"Yamcha, quit this!" Son Goku screamed as he realized this Yamcha was going to attack them.

"Let him bring it on, I have always wanted to pound this one's face into the ground," Vegeta howled.

"You wont get a chance King Vegeta!" Yamcha screamed and charged at Vegeta with a flurry of yellow Ki.

At that moment Piccolo, Gohan, and Tien flew up. The charging Yamcha stopped dead in his tracks. "OH MY GOD! Demon Lord Piccolo and another Saijin?" Yamcha knew he couldn't fight the three saijins and Piccolo at the same time and live. "Tien what are you DOING?"

They looked at each other amazed at this Yamcha's tone of panic. "Yamcha, or who ever you are, what the HELL do you mean?" Tien asked quite confused on why this Yamcha was upset, strong, and even there.

As soon as he said that he saw the new Yamcha's face turn white. "I-I-I-I- It's me!" The man who flew up and stopped next to Tien with Krillin and two others was none other than himself! "But how? Why do I see myself?" And he fainted out of the sky.

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The new Yamcha was lying on the couch with Bulma rubbing his face with a cold washcloth. The Z Warriors were speculating on who this guy could be.

"I think he might be an android," Vegeta insisted, "Let's kill him before he wakes up."

"I don't know about anyone else, but I would like to talk to him and see what is going on!" Bulma said giving Vegeta a hard look.

"You would."

"Right, me too. Plus, he hasn't done anything wrong..yet." Son Goku said.

"Uh! Kakarotto! Only you would think like that." Vegeta snarled at him.

"He DID do something wrong. He stole my face!" Yamcha looked almost as panicked as the other did when they flew up.

Bulma tried to calm him down and Vegeta looked at them both with hot hatrid. Bulma noticed this and sat down again.

"Pull yourself together, stupid human!" Vegeta pushed Yamcha into a chair. Luckily Yamcha was a little too upset to want to fight Vegeta, so he just curled up on the chair and muttered something about his face.

"OH MY GOD!" A scream tore through the room and everyone's attention was snapped back to the new Yamcha. He stood up on the couch and tried to fly away. Son Goku grabbed him and held him in his strongest bear hug, and he was surprised to see he needed to use it.

The panicked Yamcha saw it was no use and started to moan. He was shaking his head around and crying. Bulma walked up and pinched his nose. "Yamcha, what are you doing here?"

He looked up and all the color left his face. "Bulma, why are you here? I told you to stay home with our son!"

With this comment half of the group fell onto their sides, their son?

"Yamcha, what do you mean?" Son Goku asked, still hugging Yamcha.

"Why should I tell you, you monster?" Yamcha started to head butt Son Goku in the face.

"Ouch, Yamcha!" Son Goku held him out at arms length and gave him a glare. "If I let go of you, will you sit down and tell us about yourself? I think that guy over there is pretty upset about you."

Yamcha looked over and saw himself. He couldn't believe it. This man wasn't just someone who looked like him, it WAS him. He had no idea what was going on. "F-f-fine, I guess I will, as long as you don't kill me, Kakarotto."

Son Goku let go of him and Yamcha slid into the couch without taking his focus off of one of the three Saijins.

"I, I just walked down the cave. That's it. I was looking for a place for us to live without the Saijins." He looked from Son Goku to Vegeta to Gohan. "I swear, I had no idea I was anywhere near you."

"Wait a minute, what are you talking about?" Son Goku looked totally confused, "where did you come from?"

"We live underneath the mountain I came out of."

"Why?"

"All humans live there."

"Yamcha, we have no idea what you are talking about. Humans live everywhere on Earth. My wife is a human; Vegeta's wife is a human. I am best fri-" Son Goku was cut off.

"LIAR! You have a Saijin mate, all three of you. There are not humans living everywhere on Earth." Yamcha looked at the humans in the room, "Are you believing this, is that why you are here like you are friends with them. Oh my God, they are brainwashed!"

"Yamcha, shut up!" Piccolo yelled and covered his ears. Yamcha's screams were piercing his ear drums. "Son, make him shut up!"

"Okay Yamcha, I have no idea where you are from, but seriously, we get along. I would never hurt anyone!" Son Goku looked around and the rest nodded.

"You used to be that way, but then." A tear dropped from his eye.

"Go on Yamcha, then what?" Bulma sat next to him and Vegeta scowled.

The new Yamcha was amazed. Why was there two of him and why didn't everyone seem to hate each other? Why weren't the Saijins killing them? "Maybe if I talk, they will not kill me yet." Yamcha took a breath, "Fine, I will tell you what I know about history, but not anything about our family." He took Bulma's hand and started his story.





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