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Win Her Back
Chapter 9: Training And Rediscovery
The mountainous valley seemed to sway slightly as the excess of power increased. Yamcha stood solitary as Goku, Picollo and Gohan watched nearby. ''Come on Yamcha. Channel it all! The anger, the sadness, the happiness. Every single emotion that you have, just let it come to the surface.''
Yamcha yelled as his power began to skyrocket. ''That's it Yamcha!'' Goku encouraged. ''You're doing it! Think about the androids. Think about what they're coming here to accomplish! They want to kill you, and me. All of us! All the innocent people of the world. Women and children….even Bulma.''
The mention of her name pushed his feelings to new heights. Yamcha let out another savage roar as his white aura flooded with silver. The three spectators gasped in awe. Yamcha forced one final scream before falling to his knees.
The trio ran towards him concerned. Yamcha hit the floor with mild annoyance. ''I was so close that time!'' Picollo sighed. ''Don't beat yourself up ok. You're doing the best that you can. We all know that.''
Yamcha allowed himself to smile softly. ''Thanks. I appreciate that Picollo. Especially coming from you.'' Picollo nodded in acknowledgement. Yamcha looked to Gohan. ''And you? You seemed to do it so easily.'' Gohan smiled embarrassedly. (He had completed his transformation soon after Yamcha had made his wish. The effects were staggering as he was half human. Instead of gold, his aura and hair went a gleaming bronze color. Although his eyes remained the traditional Saiyan turquoise, his power level however did not skyrocket as much as was expected.
Gohan's transformation quickly became the favorite discussion amongst the Z Senshi as it was a fascinating anomaly.) ''Geez Yamcha, get over it already. You'll transfor sooner or later.''
Yamcha frowned slightly. ''Sooner better than later I hope.''
''Well guys.'' Goku interjected. ''I guess that's good for today.'' The others nodded in agreement. ''Ok then. Come on Gohan.''
Gohan nodded. ''Ok daddy. Bye guys.'' He gave a final wave as they took off. Yamcha was left with Picollo who was staring at him questioningly. Yamcha looked at him nervously. ''What's that look for Picollo. Did I do something wrong today?''
''No Yamcha. You did well.'' Yamcha looked relieved. ''Then what's up buddy?''
''When Goku mentioned Bulma during your attempt to transfor you almost exploded….''
Yamcha looked around him as if calculating an area of escape. Seeing that there was none he sighed and looked at Picollo. ''Yeah? So what?''
''You still love her don't you?'' A mildly annoyed look passed his face. ''So what if I do? What's it got to do with anything?''
Picollo shrugged. ''Maybe everything, maybe nothing.'' He looked as if he was consumed in thought. ''What are you talking about Picollo. Are you okay?''
Picollo snapped out of his daze and looked at Yamcha carefully. ''Never mind. Forget I said anything. Just keep your mind clear and focus!'' Picollo was gone long before Yamcha could retort. What on earth is he talking about? That was really strange. ''Oh well.'' He shrugged his shoulders and took off towards his home.
Picollo landed at Goku's house where he was currently staying and entered. Goku was getting the usual grilling about not being there for her and allowing Gohan to escape his studies. She stopped as she saw him enter. ''And you! You're no better than Goku. If you really cared for Gohan like you say you do, you'd leave him alone and let him study!''
He looked at Goku with an annoyed look. He simply shrugged apologetically, his facial expressions saying that he was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Picollo shrugged annoyed as they both rode out the tide of words that poured out of her mouth. When the storm was over and the weather had cleared, Picollo ushered Goku outside. ''Sorry about that Picollo. It's not my fault though.'' Picollo waved his hands to silence him. ''Forget that Goku. We have to talk.''
Goku smiled cheerfully. ''What about?'' Picollo stood in silence for a few seconds, trying to gather his words. ''Remember when you had just gotten home from Yardred and that kid from the future had just defeated Frieza?'' Goku nodded in remembrance. ''Uh huh. I remember. I think I know what you're talking about. I've been thinking about it too.''
Picollo nodded. ''Well ig the boy is Yamcha and Bulma's son like he said, why is Bulma still with Vegeta?''
Goku nodded in acknowledgement. ''I don't know. Maybe we should tell Yamcha about it?'' Picollo frowned. ''I don't think that's wise. It's better that we don't interfere and let it play out like it should.''
''Ok, but what if Trunk's coming back was a marker for us to intervene like he did? I mean we might not have the knowledge of that for nothing.'' Picollo looked at him astounded as he had not thought of that. That kind of incite was rare or non existent coming from Goku.
He smiled stupidly. ''Or I could be wrong. Anyway, lets go get something to eat, I'm starved.'' He walked in once again without a care in the entire world. Picollo shook his head in dismissal and followed him inside.
Yamcha arrived home, still slightly concerned at what Picollo had said. He knew Picollo as a smart, steadfast, thoughtful warrior and seeing him speak so unsure of himself troubled him slightly. Dismissing it he unlocked his front door and entered taking off his shirt and tossing it carelessly on the floor.
''Still as untidy as ever I see?'' Yamcha jumbed, startled by the ever so familiar voice. He stared transfixed at Bulma standing in the corner of the room watching him uncertainly. She looked anxious, as if she was unsure of what she was doing. ''Bulma? Hey? What's up?''
Bulma looked to the floor. ''I….I needed to see you. I've been thinking a lot about you lately.'' Yamcha gulped slightly. ''I've thought about you every day since you broke it off with me.'' She looked up smiling shyly. ''You've changed over the years since then. I've always loved you…but you always managed to hurt me.''
It was his turn to look at the floor. '' I know that. You have no idea how much I regret that. ''I've loved you since that day in the dessert all those years ago. I'll never forget it.
The dessert wind was blowing softly as the young Goku and Yamcha stared each other down. ''You're pretty strong. I wouldn't expect anything less from the grandson of Gohan. Well, It's been fun, but it's time to end this.''
He pulled his ki into his hands and focused it there. ''Ruga Fufu Ken!'' He attacked Goku in a flurry of blows, every one connecting, sending Goku into the dessert forest behind them. He smashed through several trees before finally coming to a halt.
Yamcha laughed happily. ''Score one for the dessert bandit.'' Puar flew around in circles. ''Your incredible Yamcha!'' He laughed cockily. ''Thank you my furry friend. Now piggy, hand over your capsules or die.'' Oolong squealed in panic.
All of a sudden Goku landed in front of Yamcha as if out of nowhere, a massive red pole rapidly reducing in size in his hands. Yamcha looked at him stunned for a second before regaining his composure. ''Very impressive grandson of Gohan, but surely you can't withstand another attack like that. ''Ruga Fu….'' It was at that moment that fate intervened and Bulma sat up looking dazed. Yamcha's entire body froze as his face cramped up into a amusingly terrified glare. Oh shit! Shit , shit, shit ,shit! What do I do, what do I do, what do I do! Bulma looked up at him and smiled, ultimately casuing him to fall over in a frozen, rigid clump.
Puar screamed in dismay. ''Lord Yamcha!'' She rushed to his side and dragged him to the motorbike. ''You'll pay for this outrageous defeat!'' With that she motored away leaving a surprised Goku and a dreamy faced Bulma in her wake.
Bulma laughed as she remembered that day. ''Yes, my love for you began at that exact moment.'' Yamcha looked at her hopefully. ''What are you saying?'' She waled slowly up to him causing him to shudder. She answered his question with a soft kiss.
He pulled back enough for her to know to stop. ''What about Vegeta?'' She answered his second question with and even deeper kiss.
They pulled away breathing heavily. He smirked, picking her up and began to make his way to the bedroom.