"Hey, what's going here?" Gohan's jaw dropped.
"I dunno." Goku was just as confused as everyone else. The pitcher pitched the ball and the batter swung. Strike one. Lefty sighed and pitched again, fowl ball. Another pitch, ball. He pitched again, everyone on their seat as they heard the ball crack against the bat. Lefty looked up, Yamcha rose to his feet, the batter began to run, but the short stop ran faster. He caught it. Everyone jumped up in the stadium.
"The D-Cutters did it, they won their first A-Series!" The announcer screamed and confetti fell onto the crowds and fireworks lit up the sky.
"We did it!" Yamcha cried and everyone ran out of the dugout. "You did it!" Yamcha hugged lefty and everyone jumped onto them, creating a dogpile.
"Yay, they won, they did it!" Gohan jumped onto Goku.
"Yea, woo!" Tien rooted.
"Alright Yamcha." Puar cheered.
"Wow, now that was a game." Goku smiled, hugging Gohan. After the game was over and the trophy was given to the manager, the coach approached Yamcha and his team.
"What happened out there?" He asked his two pitchers.
"I'd been giving lefty here a few pointers and practice makes perfect." Yamcha smiles.
"I'm sorry we took you out. But you're an all star now, you did it." The coach replied.
"Thanks coach, Yamcha." The pitcher smiled at him.
"Sure." Yamcha nodded and the team went to change.
"Hey, Yamcha." Puar called and Yamcha turned to be met by a group hug.
"Way to go man. "Tien patted his back.
"How does it feel to be a champ?" Gohan asked.
"Great." Yamcha smiled and looked up to see Goku. Yamcha sighed and walked over. "Uh, Goku, there's something I really should tell you."
"What?" Goku asks, a little confused.
"I, I have to quit baseball." Yamcha sighed. "What, why?" Goku was shocked now.
"It's fun and great, I really like it, but the world tournament duels is what I love. I can't give that up, not for anything. It's my life, my dream, you know that right?" Yamcha asked.
"Yes, I do." Goku nodded. "But you could've told me that. Just be honest with me and I won't be hurt." Goku explained and Yamcha smiled. They hugged. "Now just tell the coach."
"I already did, they understand." Yamcha said and looked down at Gohan. "What is it?"
"I'd hug you but you're sick." Gohan replied meekly and Yamcha couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny?" Puar asked.
"It was just a joke Gohan! If I was really sick, how could I play?" Yamcha laughed.
"Yamcha." The doctor walks over.
"Yea?" Yamcha gulps, he forgot to tell them about his leg.
"Hey, what does he want?" Gohan gets nervous.
"He's here for me, not you." Yamcha assures.
"So then you are sick?" Goku asks.
"No I'm not sick!" Yamcha realizes the flaw in his joke now. "Look it was a joke ok."
"You didn't tell them" The doctor asks.
"Uh..." Yamcha gulps.
"Tell us what?" Goku gets concerned. Yamcha sighs, he can't hide it any longer.
"I have a broken leg. I got it the other day while training at Hurcule's arena for the tournament." Yamcha explains. "A pillar fell and broke it, and I played the game with it still."
"Whoa." Tien is in shock.
"Yamcha, why didn't you just tell us that you liked martial arts more?" Goku asked.
"You know why, I thought it'd hurt your feelings." Yamcha sighed.
"I told you it wouldn't, but I guess what's done is done." Goku replies.
"You know, if you did tell Goku you might not even have a broken leg." The doctor says.
"I know, I'm sorry." Yamcha lowers his head and suddenly clenches his teeth.
"What is it?" Puar gasps, Yamcha is in pain.
"Probably playing on it made your leg worse." The doctor sat him down. Gohan was too worried for Yamcha to think about being wary of the doctor. The doctor pulled up Yamcha's pants. "The soft cast didn't work, it looks like we might have to put a metal plate in your leg."
"Ew that's gross, poor Yamcha!" Gohan cries and Goku silences him.
"You'll be out at least 8 weeks, at minimum." The doctor deducts.
"But I can't, the tournament, I'll miss it again!" Yamcha gasps.
"I'm sorry, but if you'd just listened to me you would make it." The doctor points out.
"But I couldn't let the team down." Yamcha sighs.
"If you told us that you didn't want to play we wouldn't have gotten you into this." Goku reminds. "Next time just be honest with us and we'll understand."
"Yea, and listen to the doctor." Tien slaps Yamcha upside the head.
"I said I was sorry." Yamcha grumbles, that hurt.
"We'll do the operation tomorrow." The doctor leaves. The next day, Tien drives Yamcha to the hospital and everyone arrives later to see if he's ok. "He'll be fine." The doctor comes out two hours later and everyone goes into the hospital room. Yamcha has an eight inch cast that goes from his knee down.
"How do you feel?" Tien asks.
"A little deja vu if you ask me. I've been better." Yamcha smirks.
"I'm sorry your rehab will make you miss the tournament." Goku replied.
"I know. But I learned my lessons and next year I really will be ready." Yamcha says.
"Really?" Everyone asks.
"Yes really." Yamcha assures. That night as Yamcha watches TV he sees the commercial advertising for Hurcule's competition. "Maybe next year trophy, maybe next year." He turns it off and goes to sleep, dreaming of making his real dream come true, winning the tournament.
"I dunno." Goku was just as confused as everyone else. The pitcher pitched the ball and the batter swung. Strike one. Lefty sighed and pitched again, fowl ball. Another pitch, ball. He pitched again, everyone on their seat as they heard the ball crack against the bat. Lefty looked up, Yamcha rose to his feet, the batter began to run, but the short stop ran faster. He caught it. Everyone jumped up in the stadium.
"The D-Cutters did it, they won their first A-Series!" The announcer screamed and confetti fell onto the crowds and fireworks lit up the sky.
"We did it!" Yamcha cried and everyone ran out of the dugout. "You did it!" Yamcha hugged lefty and everyone jumped onto them, creating a dogpile.
"Yay, they won, they did it!" Gohan jumped onto Goku.
"Yea, woo!" Tien rooted.
"Alright Yamcha." Puar cheered.
"Wow, now that was a game." Goku smiled, hugging Gohan. After the game was over and the trophy was given to the manager, the coach approached Yamcha and his team.
"What happened out there?" He asked his two pitchers.
"I'd been giving lefty here a few pointers and practice makes perfect." Yamcha smiles.
"I'm sorry we took you out. But you're an all star now, you did it." The coach replied.
"Thanks coach, Yamcha." The pitcher smiled at him.
"Sure." Yamcha nodded and the team went to change.
"Hey, Yamcha." Puar called and Yamcha turned to be met by a group hug.
"Way to go man. "Tien patted his back.
"How does it feel to be a champ?" Gohan asked.
"Great." Yamcha smiled and looked up to see Goku. Yamcha sighed and walked over. "Uh, Goku, there's something I really should tell you."
"What?" Goku asks, a little confused.
"I, I have to quit baseball." Yamcha sighed. "What, why?" Goku was shocked now.
"It's fun and great, I really like it, but the world tournament duels is what I love. I can't give that up, not for anything. It's my life, my dream, you know that right?" Yamcha asked.
"Yes, I do." Goku nodded. "But you could've told me that. Just be honest with me and I won't be hurt." Goku explained and Yamcha smiled. They hugged. "Now just tell the coach."
"I already did, they understand." Yamcha said and looked down at Gohan. "What is it?"
"I'd hug you but you're sick." Gohan replied meekly and Yamcha couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny?" Puar asked.
"It was just a joke Gohan! If I was really sick, how could I play?" Yamcha laughed.
"Yamcha." The doctor walks over.
"Yea?" Yamcha gulps, he forgot to tell them about his leg.
"Hey, what does he want?" Gohan gets nervous.
"He's here for me, not you." Yamcha assures.
"So then you are sick?" Goku asks.
"No I'm not sick!" Yamcha realizes the flaw in his joke now. "Look it was a joke ok."
"You didn't tell them" The doctor asks.
"Uh..." Yamcha gulps.
"Tell us what?" Goku gets concerned. Yamcha sighs, he can't hide it any longer.
"I have a broken leg. I got it the other day while training at Hurcule's arena for the tournament." Yamcha explains. "A pillar fell and broke it, and I played the game with it still."
"Whoa." Tien is in shock.
"Yamcha, why didn't you just tell us that you liked martial arts more?" Goku asked.
"You know why, I thought it'd hurt your feelings." Yamcha sighed.
"I told you it wouldn't, but I guess what's done is done." Goku replies.
"You know, if you did tell Goku you might not even have a broken leg." The doctor says.
"I know, I'm sorry." Yamcha lowers his head and suddenly clenches his teeth.
"What is it?" Puar gasps, Yamcha is in pain.
"Probably playing on it made your leg worse." The doctor sat him down. Gohan was too worried for Yamcha to think about being wary of the doctor. The doctor pulled up Yamcha's pants. "The soft cast didn't work, it looks like we might have to put a metal plate in your leg."
"Ew that's gross, poor Yamcha!" Gohan cries and Goku silences him.
"You'll be out at least 8 weeks, at minimum." The doctor deducts.
"But I can't, the tournament, I'll miss it again!" Yamcha gasps.
"I'm sorry, but if you'd just listened to me you would make it." The doctor points out.
"But I couldn't let the team down." Yamcha sighs.
"If you told us that you didn't want to play we wouldn't have gotten you into this." Goku reminds. "Next time just be honest with us and we'll understand."
"Yea, and listen to the doctor." Tien slaps Yamcha upside the head.
"I said I was sorry." Yamcha grumbles, that hurt.
"We'll do the operation tomorrow." The doctor leaves. The next day, Tien drives Yamcha to the hospital and everyone arrives later to see if he's ok. "He'll be fine." The doctor comes out two hours later and everyone goes into the hospital room. Yamcha has an eight inch cast that goes from his knee down.
"How do you feel?" Tien asks.
"A little deja vu if you ask me. I've been better." Yamcha smirks.
"I'm sorry your rehab will make you miss the tournament." Goku replied.
"I know. But I learned my lessons and next year I really will be ready." Yamcha says.
"Really?" Everyone asks.
"Yes really." Yamcha assures. That night as Yamcha watches TV he sees the commercial advertising for Hurcule's competition. "Maybe next year trophy, maybe next year." He turns it off and goes to sleep, dreaming of making his real dream come true, winning the tournament.