AN- I would just like to clear a few things up for some of the annoynumus reviewers, sorry, but I decided that Gohan would be trained by Chaozu, and you will just have to deal. His Tsuru Senin training will play a big role in a fight much later on in the story. Secondly, the Destructo disk is so named because the good people of funimation are on lots of drugs. But I believ I discussed this already. It isn't called the destructo disk because it cut Frieza. besides, he had the move much earlier to that anyway. And for reference sake, I do watch the show. I own all of DragonBall and Z on Dvd and also I am completely up to date on the Manga. Lastly, the dots on Krillin's head are the markings of a Shaolin monk. Most characters are in fact, kung fu fighters. The only possible exceptions are Yamcha and Yajirobe. Goku, Krillin, and Tien are kung fu masters. The whole being taught by an old hermit should have given it away. That kind of thing is standard. Go watch old kung fu flicks. Sorry about the ramble. We are up to the Yamcha chapter. Enjoy.


Yamcha and Krillin wandered into the kitchen and took a seat. Yamcha absent-mindly reached out and grabbed a fruit that resembled an apple. Krillin put his head on his arms, a feeling of drowsiness setting in.

Yamcha took a bite of his apple-esque fruit and sighed. He suddenly didn't feel that hungry. He put down the fruit and cracked his knuckles. "Man."

Krillin looked at his friend. "What's wrong, Yamcha?"

"Well, I suppose the big thing is the fact that I'm going off into outer space to risk my life, and my girlfriend doesn't even care..."

"At least you have a girlfriend..." Krillin mumbled. He realized this wouldn't help his friend and sighed. Time to play marriage counselor. Again... "Well, what happened this time? Bulma gets angry easily and all, but you probably did something to set her off."

Yamcha groaned. "Well, maybe... but it wasn't my fault man, I swear."

Krillin rolled his eyes. "But the thing is, it's never your fault, according to you."

"But, it really isn't my fault! It all started when I joined the baseball team..."


Yamcha grinned as he looked at himself in the mirror. His brand new "Titans" uniform looked really awesome on him. After several minutes of self-admiration, he managed to pull himself away from the mirror. Puar laughed as he walked into the living room.

"You are so full of yourself, Yamcha. You've been in there for a while."

Yamcha smiled. "Now, now, Puar. No need to be jealous. A good piece of art deserves to be looked at."

Puar transformed into a deformed looking version of Yamcha. She pretended to be ogling herself in the mirror. "OOOhhhh, look at me! I'm Yamcha, and I'm sooooo gorgeous!" she mimicked in a singsong voice. Yamcha hung his head and groaned.

Puar turned back into her little cat form. "Well, that's what you sound like!"

Yamcha shook his head. "Listen, we don't have any more time. If I don't hurry, I'll be late for my first game!" Yamcha walked outside and threw a capsule into the ground. A dust cloud exploded out with a loud "pow!". The dust settled, revealing a beat up air car. Yamcha groaned.

"I can't believe I have to go to my first game in this piece of junk." Puar laughed. Yamcha gave his feline companion a dirty glare. "But don't worry. After I get my first paycheck, all that is gonna change. No more crummy house, no more crummy cars... no more crummy life!" He exclaimed as he jumped in.

"... I liked our crummy life..." Puar muttered to herself as she got in.


This was it. Life or death. Victory or defeat. Yamcha could feel his ki gathering involuntarily into his hand. Everyone was counting on him. He concentrated, closing his eyes, trying to feel his opponent out. This was his last chance. He felt the ki rise up to it's max, he took a deep breath, and he launched the ball.


"The Titans win! The Titans win! The Titans win their first world series!"

Yamcha had been hoisted on to the backs of his fellow teammates. He had managed to throw the game winning pitch at his first game, and it had won them the series. The night was his. Everything was forgotten as they took him off to celebrate their win.

Unfortunately, Yamcha was carried off so fast, he left behind Bulma, his girlfriend. Bulma fumed. I am the pearl of society. I am rich, I am beautiful, and I am a genius. I do NOT get left behind! She turned a shade of red at her boyfriend's indignation and marched off after them, determined to tell him off for good.


Krillin winced. "You left her at the game for a party? I bet she wasn't too happy."

Yamcha nodded in agreement. "No kidding. I just got caught up in the moment, and they grabbed me, and before I even realized it, we were there. I didn't even have a say in the matter."

"Well, did you explain it to her?"

Yamcha gave Krillin an incredulous look. "What, to Bulma!"

Krillin nodded. "Good point."

Yamcha put his head into his hands and sighed. "But then I found myself thinking. Like, she always gets all the attention. The world loves her, and I'm always just her stupid karate bum boyfriend. That was my first night to matter. Where I wasn't just someone in the background, ya know? I had won something on my own. I was proud. And then she came and crushed it, just because she wasn't the center of attention for once."

Krillin shrugged. "Maybe, but you knew how she was before you signed up for it, man."

"I guess... but ... I dunno. Even knowing how she is, and even with her making me miserable, I don't care. There are times where she makes me happy, and no matter how infrequent those times are, they always seem to outweigh all the times she makes me miserable."

Krillin nodded, even though it made no sense to him at all. If this is what love is all about, maybe I'm better off staying single.

Yamcha stood up and cracked his neck. "Thanks for listening, Krillin. But I think I just need a little time to myself. Sort my thoughts out, and stuff."

Krillin smiled. "I know how that feels. That's cool. I could use a rest anyhow. I'll see you later, Yamcha." Krillin gave a nod as he headed off towards the dormitories.

Yamcha began walking absentmindedly, with no particular goal in mind.

I'm in outer space... I'm going off to fight an evil warlord who could kill me with a glance. My girlfriend hates me. My best friend is a little floating cat. Man, wouldn't mom be proud...

Yamcha shook his head. I'm going to die. And this is all I have. I don't even know why I came. I guess I came because Goku needed our help. Because Tien and Krillin were going. I honestly don't know why I came. And I'm going to die for it...

I'm the weak link to this group. There isn't anyone on this ship who couldn't wreck me in a fight. Not only am I going to die fighting this "Frieza", but I bet I'll be the first one to go... But I guess that's how it always was. Even back when we were young. In every tournament, I lost in the first round. I didn't even get to fight King Piccolo because Tien had snapped my leg. I've always been so powerful, but in reality, I've never amounted to anything. I wish I could stop. I wish... I didn't have to be in this mess. But if I stop training, I'll become even weaker. I won't even be able to fight in tournaments. I won't even be able to help when the world is in danger. I guess I don't have a choice. If I have keep training, I'll put my heart into it. I don't want to die. I don't want to be the weakest fighter. Maybe if I try real hard, I can amount to something.

Yamcha lifted his head, full of a new determination. He set off for the gravity room Krillin had told him about earlier. I'll help stop this Frieza guy.

He walked up to the gravity room door. It was closed, and a little light was beeping, showing that someone was already in the room. Yamcha peeked in through the little window and saw Goku, zipping around the room at speeds he could barely see. And that's with enhanced gravity? Man. I guess I'll have to start on my own. Once he's done, I'll go in and start catching up. Yamcha turned around and walked into Raditz.

Raditz had been walking with Piccolo towards the gravity chamber. Piccolo noticed the "occupied" light and frowned.

"Who's in the machine, human?"

Yamcha growled. "My name is Yamcha. And Goku is in there."

Raditz smiled. "Excellent. Perhaps he would care to join us in a session."

Piccolo turned to Raditz with a low snarl. "I want nothing to do with that idiot! We will wait for him to finish!"

Raditz walked into the room. Without looking back he called to Piccolo. "Do you want to get stronger or not?"

Piccolo cursed Raditz softly and shook his head as he reluctantly stepped into the chamber.


AN- Another chapter up. yay. Next is going to be the Goku chapter, and then we get to do the Vegeta chapter. I'm sure that will make everyone happy. If I get some nice reviews, maybe I'll get to work on the next chapters as soon as I can. But who knows?...