A/N: Sorry to keep you waiting, but here's the next chapter.

Don't like Yamcha? Too bad, because it's going to be Yamcha time! =P

Zangya's Cunning Plan

Bojack was stunned, having not foreseen the awesome strength of the half Saiyan. Each hit that connected to his form made his bones tremble, groan painfully, practically begging the Hera-seijin to step up his game or he'd soon be crippled. His head twisted awkwardly to the side when the half Saiyan's left foot collided with his neck, his right fist following up with a sideways hook to his head, having him bite his tongue, drawing out blood. The next blow sent him further into the sky, his face screwed up and chin rising as the ascended Super Saiyan followed him, intercepting him with a double kick. The Hera-seijin gasped, blood exploding from his lips as the powerful kick had him plummeting to earth at breakneck speeds.

The landing was awful, the surrounding area erupting into various kinds of rocks and debris when the Hera-seijin crashed and tore into the terrain. All the fighters present either lost their footing and fell or grabbed ahold of something to keep themselves standing.

His turquoises orbs remaining sharp, one of his hands lit up with blue energy, getting ready to finish off the space pirate the moment he reemerged from the wreckage.

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In another location down below, a bob haired blonde screamed, one of the shadow creatures moving in for a strike, causing her to fall on her butt; she raised her hands in defense, even though she knew that her scrawny hands wouldn't protect her. She whimpered in fear when she heard the wild crow-like creature shriek.

Then she heard an angel.

"Eagle Kick!"

Her eyes opened to see her 'angel' covered in a thin white aura, one foot followed by another slamming into her assailant, successfully causing it to burst into dust.

Blinking at the 'angel' who was holding her hand out to her, the blonde reluctantly took it. The 'angel' made sure to lightly pull her onto her feet, most likely to not have the blonde fall into her arms like she usually did when she helped her up. Even worse, she stepped back from her as quick as lightning, almost as if she was some kind of a disease. Whispering thanks, the bob haired blonde started to run to the right.

"Erasa! Where the hell are you going?!" Videl asked, confusion written on her face as she took down another shadow creature; the Champ's daughter was playing it smart and was only targeting the weaker shadow creatures, leaving the stronger ones to her more powerful friends.

"Away from you, since you don't seem to want to be anywhere near me." Erasa replied, continuing to run.

Growling with annoyance, Videl rushed towards her, grabbed her by her arm, spun her around and captured her other arm to make sure she couldn't escape.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't want you to get all clinging again with me-"

"Videl-"

"And I just want you to know that I still see you as a friend! I'm just-this was so much-so sudden you know?!"

"Videl…"

Erasa's pleading whine caused Videl to stop her ranting and take a good look at her. Her friend's eyes were squeezed shut and her cheeks were red, her form trembling from what, she didn't know. "Wh-what's wrong? Did one of those demon things get you?!" she asked, looking over the bob haired blonde's shoulders.

"M-more like an angel…"

"Huh? An angel?" Videl tilted her head, trying to grasp what she was trying to-

Videl blushed, fighting the urge to shove her friend back like she did before; She instead released her gently

Erasa nodded meekly, looking at her feet cutely, her cheeks still flushed red. "I'm sorry, your scent, even though I know that It's coming from your stupid shampoo, drives me crazy simply because it's massage into your hair! It's divine!"

Videl coughed, her feet shifting uncomfortably at the disturbing way her friend spoke of her. "Listen Erasa, let's make it through this day and we'll sort this out later. Just please stop saying things like that, it creeps me out and is in no way flattering."

Erasa laughed with embarrassment.

"And don't call me angel. Never, ever call me angel again."

Though Erasa found Videl's threatening gaze more cute than frightening, she nodded.

"Where did Sharpie go? I mean he does always go where you go." Erasa asked.

Videl frowned. "He actually stayed with Krillin and Tien, saying that he didn't feel safe with me. I find that insulting because he thinks I can't protect him like usual."

"Well, he isn't wrong."

Videl gave her a look, telling her friend what she thought of her reply. She then sighed. "You're both right. I'm only taking down the weaker ones and I actually left the others because you broke from our circle."

"Sorry! I just got scared…of you and those shadow thingies."

"Whatever, let's go join the others. I'm sure at this point all the innocent people who were here were brought to safety." She said moving on ahead, Erasa following closely behind.

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Avoiding strike after strike, the blonde Android had things under control; the tall mohawk-haired Hera-seijin's blood burned with rage as he was unable to catch her. Her mocking curvy eyes only fueled his anger further, making his attacks sloppy.

"Are you just gonna keep dodging me or-"

Bido's head snapped back when a knee connected with his chin, Eighteen following up with a roundhouse kick that sent him reeling back. With a burst of his ki, he managed to immediately halt his momentum towards the ground, his back now facing the Android. His fists tightening for an attack, he whirled around, only to find the curvy-eyed Android's fist colliding with the right side of his cheek, making him stagger back a few feet.

"You stupid bit-"

Two hard jabs to each of his cheeks, following up with an uppercut against his tender chin snapped his jaw shut, preventing him from finishing what was obviously going to be another insult. Lacing her hands together, she slammed her fists against his head, causing his eyes to bulge out amusingly; the powerful strike sent the Hera-seijin's down to the ground.

Landing on his feet, Bido glared at the airborne Android, who no longer had a playful expression. Her cold jaded eyes burned into his with such intensity, that he couldn't help but briefly compare it to Zangya's; it was times like this that he was glad that no one in his gang knew he was secretly terrified of the last female Hera-seijin, as she has beaten his ass in countless practice matches. During those training sessions, Zangya had such a gleeful look on her face, that he honestly believed that she was trying to kill him.

Eighteen smirked upon seeing her opponent shiver. "Awww what's wrong? Are you really afraid of little ol me?"

Bido blinked, straightening his large back bravely. "Who said anything about being afraid of you? You're just some dumb blonde bim-"

Eighteen was on him again, delivering faster and harder hits than before, finishing up with a powerful kick that launched him into the air. Disappearing from sight, the Android appeared behind Bido and wrapped an arm around his throat while placing her free hand onto his forehead.

Struggling to break from her strong hold, panic snaked its way into his body as he knew that if he didn't get her off, she was going to snap his neck.

"Gwwtofbiych!"

"I dunno, insults like that make me not want to. Plus you are trying to kill me." Eighteen hissed, adding more pressure.

I can't believe I'm going to be forced to do this! Relaxing his muscles briefly, a sudden surge of power came bursting from within him, successfully breaking the hold the Android had on him. While Eighteen was pushed back, clearly stunned, Bido's body thicken, his blueish-green skin changing into full light green.

Shaking her dizzy-spell, Eighteen was taken aback at the Hera-seijin out of the blue transformation.

His thickened body swelling with new strength, Bido grits his teeth angrily as an aura of energy enveloped his form. "Try me now!"

The Android smirked, taking the bait, however that proved to be a mistake as the Hera-seijin's increase in power had also amplified his speed. She gasped when a sickening blow connected with her stomach, Bido grinning as he threw his fist back, delivering a well-placed hit against her spine. Reeling his foot back, he hurled it forward, but to his shock Eighteen was able to evade his attack, appearing above him. Bido easily avoided her next strike, giving her one of his own, but the Android proved to still be more agile than him as she danced back, giving him several lightning fast punches against his chest, causing him to grunt with each blow.

Her attacks were put to an end when Bido grabbed one of her small fists with his meaty ones. Try as she might, she couldn't break free from her foe's tight grip. With the use of his other hand, he slammed his fist directly against her face. The Android scream was muffled when he gave her another hit, before he raised his knee up and collided it with her stomach, making her double over. Releasing his hold, he smashed his entire hand onto her face, nearly wrapping it to the back of her skull. Eighteen's body moved along with him when he threw it back and hurled her downwards, causing her to fold forwards. Just as she was about to make a brutal landing, Bido appeared in front of her, making a well-timed strike to her chest. Her body bouncing up, the Hera-seijin hefted her by her throat and then choke slammed her against the ground and held her there.

Bido grinned nastily when her face began to take a red hue, her jade eyes watering from the lack of oxygen.

"This is where you die." He laughed, stroking a thumb against her purple tinted neck. "It's such a shame really. I really wouldn't have minded taking you back with me once our Master makes his wish. You have such a ravishing body-"

"Special Beam Cannon!"

Bido cringed and gurgled when he felt a potent blast of energy connect with the left side of his hunched back, piercing straight through his heart. As Eighteen's eyes widened at the Hera-seijin, who now had a gaping hole through his chest, she greedily took in the much-needed air into her lungs that her foe had been denying her.

Bido didn't even get a chance to turn and look at his assailant, much less process a thought more as he fell forward. The Android swore in irritation when his huge frame tipped over, landing right on top of her. Thrusting the dead weight aside, Eighteen looked at her savior and frowned when she saw Piccolo.

"I didn't need your help. I had it under control."

The Namekian nodded, choosing not to argue with the blonde and instead rose into the air. "Krillin and the others need our help. Let's go."

Flying off, Eighteen did the same, still wearing the grumpy expression. "I really did!"

Ahead of her, Piccolo held back a grin.

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Yamcha released a gasp when he crashed back first onto the ground, his eyes widening as he felt Zangya connect her knee with his stomach. With her knee keeping him still, she pointed a hand at his face, which became flooded with fear, the Hera-seijin's green ball of energy reflecting from his dilated charcoal orbs.

Upon hearing the humming noise from his foe's energy ball, the former playboy blinked, the feeling of terror turning into determination.

Zangya growled, letting loose her attack when her traitorous heart sped up in that foreign emotion. However, before she did, there had been a bit of hesitation on her part and well, that's all the time Yamcha needed. Activating his Wolf-Fang Fist, he parried her close-range attack, leaving the female Hera-seijin to have no other choice than to lean back to evade it. Igniting his aura, he managed to release a Kiai which launched her away from his person. The power of the Wolf still within him, oddly enough stronger than ever, Yamcha curled so that his knees were pressed against his stomach before leaping back onto his feet. The Hera-seijin swerved her shoulders from side to side, her eyes enlarging as she was stunning at the speed in which this-this human was attacking. Though he was hardly inflicting any damage on her, seeing as how she was merely toying with him, his constant increase in speed and power was annoying her; it was also worrisome because as shocking as it would be, he might actually be able to surpass her in power. Unfortunately, at the rate his ki was increasing, it'd take him days, perhaps even weeks or months for him to reach Bujin's power, who is the weakest.

Getting fed up with his fruitless attacks, Zangya latched her hands on to both his wrists, pulled him towards her before delivering a head-butt against his head, making him cringe in pain. While Yamcha was nursing his wound, the Hera-seijin took the time to glance at her comrade Kogu and to her surprise, she saw that he was desperately trying to lift his sword; try as he might, he just couldn't.

This made Zangya smirk.

Seeing that his foe was distracted, he dashed towards her and hurled a fist at her, however, Zangya was more aware than he had thought because she effortlessly caught his fist and twisted it so harshly that the former womanizer had to turn around until his back was firmly pressed against her front.

Yamcha shivered when he felt Zangya's warm breath blast into his ear, the manner in which her body was molded with his back nearly making his body react in a way that wasn't appropriate with all the chaos that's going on. Wha-what the hell is she doing?!

If Zangya said she wasn't enjoying how he was squirming she'd be lying. "Listen, I want your help."

Yamcha ceased his struggle, his jaw dropping in shock and confusion. "You need my help? You're joking right?! My life is practically in your hands! Besides, why should-"

"If you shut up and listen, I will inform you as to why I want your assistance." She hissed, tightening her grip to show her frustration.

"Ow–ow-ow-OW! Okay-okay, I'll hear you out." Yamcha complained, his voice having a whining tone.

And then what he heard next completely threw him off; a brief giggle chimed through his ear.

"Did you…did you just-"

Heat rushed to her cheeks at her blunder. For whatever reason, the man was having this odd effect on her. It was a feeling she simply wasn't used to or more like she hadn't experience…like ever.

Nevertheless she forced herself to brush the emotion aside, knowing that she had a plan she wanted to carry out in order to stay alive; besides, it's not like he can see her blush, him facing forward and all…not that she would care if he did…right?

"Do you see that sword that Kogu is trying to lift?"

She felt a nod.

"That sword is why your strength has been growing."

While this shocked the former bandit, the sense of astonishment was minimized seeing as how he had found it weird that he was standing toe to toe with two foes that rival Piccolo in strength, which is equivalent to that of a Super Saiyan's. Yeah, he knew that the space-pirates were humoring him, but the fact that he was even still alive was amazing, as he was sure a weak slap by these aliens would put the strongest of humans in a coma.

"But why? What's so special about it?"

"That's what you are going to find out when you get your hands on it."

"And what makes you think that I can lift it if that comrade of yours can't? Are you forgetting that he is stronger than me?"

"That's why I'm going to help you."

"But why are you doing this?"

Zangya sighed, realizing that he wasn't going to budge if she didn't at least give him something. "I hate Bojack…I hate them all. I want to be free of him and live a life that doesn't involve senseless murders and destruction."

Yamcha's face softened and so did his voice. "He's keeping you captive?"

"…Yes." Why she was telling him this, she didn't know.

"You're not lying are you?"

Zangya twisted his arm, making him yelp. "What I said was a show of weakness. I would never admit something like that for no reason, especially not to manipulate someone."

"I see…"

Uneasiness started to come to the surface at Yamcha's sudden silence. Taking a glance at Kogu again, her heart pumped faster because at any moment, the bastard could give up on the sword and resume the fight with Yamcha.

"Well?!"

"I'll help you, but only under one condition."

"Name it."

"You help us defeat that boss of yours and the rest of his buddies."

"Done. I've wanted him dead for years anyways, so it works out for the both of us."

"Okay, now that that's established, can you let me go? My arm is going to snap if you hold it any longer." He said, pain now evident in his voice.

Zangya loosened her grip, but she did not release him. "As soon as I let you go, I want you to turn around and hit me as hard as you can." Before he could protest she continued on saying, "Don't worry, you can't hurt me."

Yamcha didn't know if he should feel relieved or offended. I guess I could feel both…

"That hit will probably draw his attention. With me "knocked out", because I know the asshole won't bother to check on me, you can resume your fight with him."

"Are you crazy?! He'll kill me now that I'm spent."

"That's why you'll fight him near the sword. Even if you don't pick it up, it will most likely still slowly aid you with returning your strength."

"And if it doesn't."

Yamcha felt her shrug. "Then you're screwed and so am I. I'll have to remain under Bojack's orders and hope that one day I'll be able to escape."

"My friends can help you! Trust me, they are a lot stronger than you-"

"We've wasted enough time bullshitting!" Zangya growled.

"Go on."

"While you fight him, I'll wait a few minutes before attacking him, just to be absolutely certain that he's distracted. Once I sneak in and engage him into a fight with me, he'll forget about you, because he'd be to hell bent on killing me, yapping about my betrayal and delivering my corpse to Bojack yada-yada-yada. With our roles switched, you are going to pick up that sword and trust me, your life will be changed forever."

"In a good or bad way?"

Zangya shrugged again, which obviously didn't settle well with the former bandit. "No idea, but I'm sure you'll have the strength to take out Kogu and also help your friends."

"Can't you beat him?"

"If I could, I would have killed you since your useless and gone and done it already."

"You know, saying things like that makes me not want to help you." Yamcha pointed out.

The Hera-seijin rolled her eyes. "I might be able to defeat him in his current form, but if he transforms-"

"He can transform?!"

"Will you stop interrupting me?!" She shouted, causing Yamcha to flinch. "All of them can transform except for me and the midget with the turban, Bujin. Anyways, if he transforms, which I know he will, I'm screwed. However, if you pick up that sword, you might be able to kill him with one single strike."

Before Yamcha could react to her claim, Kogu, who was unable to heft the sword, finally turned. Without warning, Zangya released him. Thankfully, the former bandit had been ready as he made a smooth transition around to face her, giving her the strongest strike to the center of her chest he could muster. The female Hera-seijin feigned pain and propelled herself backwards; her back kissed the ground and her head lolled to the side, showing a false state of unconsciousness.

Kogu didn't look like he was fazed by his comrade's defeat, instead choosing to pick up where he left off with Yamcha. For some reason, this pissed off the former bandit.

"You don't care if she's hurt do you?"

Kogu shrugging, further triggering Yamcha's anger. "Not in the slightest. I always believed she was weak and you just proved to me that I was right. To get knocked out by such a fragile race is utterly embarrassing!"

Zangya had half a mind to throw her plan to the curve and recklessly assault him for calling her weak when she was anything but that. She knew that at one point, Bojack had wanted to give her special training that would increase her strength significantly, but when he saw signs of rebellion, almost defying every order she was given, he dismissed that idea altogether. It was a shame; because of her rash behavior, she missed the opportunity to obtain her own unique transformation.

Shaking his left arm to get rid of stiff and numbness caused by Zangya's tight hold, he dropped into his fighting stance and lit up his aura. Unbeknownst to him, his body was outlined in a shimmering dark blue color that was increasing his power exponentially.

Kogu, who kept casting fleeting looks at his precious sword, growled with aggravation as he attempted to force himself to stop trembling. It appeared that his long separation from his sword had caused some kind of withdrew symptom to course through his body, making him shake like a junky. Just like that bitch said…

"What's wrong? Are you afraid to fight me without that sword of yours?" Yamcha taunted, noticing the constant glances he gave the weapon.

Kogu snorted, dropping to his own stance. "Don't be ridiculous human!"

Breaking into a run, the Hera-seijin threw a hard strike towards the former bandit, but Yamcha was able to catch it and turn before releasing him, letting his own weight propel him forwards. Though surprised, Kogu managed to screech to a halt, only to have his foe slam a heavy blow to his face when he pivoted around, the force behind the punch causing his head to snap back. Two more punches to his face had him grimacing, the knee to the stomach that followed after making it throb with pain. The series of attacks that came next had him jerking from side to side.

Having enough of the human's peppering assault, he let loose a powerful wave of ki that flung the former bandit back and crashing onto the earth. Kogu breathed heavily, the tremor coursing in his body getting worse and worse with every second that passed. This cannot be happening! I'm losing energy rapidly! If I don't pick my sword back I'll have no choice but too-NO! I will not transform just to fight this-this insect!

Without realizing it, he had been staring at his quivering hands, which proved to be a mistake as Yamcha had taken the opportunity to ram a double kick to his battered face, sending him flying backwards. From behind he came, roundhouse kicking him back the way he came. Just as he slammed and rolled about on the dusty terrain, he heard-

"Trap Shooter!"

The sudden green orbs of ki rushed towards where he landed at lightning speed, the male Hera-seijin acting quickly by rolling to the side and pushing himself onto his feet. Before he could look above, a small fist connected with his skull, having Kogu see stars. A splash of puffy and wild orange hair whipped at his face as Zangya twirled, stunning him yet again, giving her enough time to deliver a bone crushing elbow to his now broken nose.

His blue fingers pinching each side of his nose to prevent any further bleeding, his eyes widened, anger and betrayal written on his face as he took in Zangya's slightly curved lips. "Wha da hel do ya thin yu doin!?" He demanded, his voice sounding nasal.

Zangya rolled her eyes. "Uhhh betraying you." She answered, honestly.

"I knew you couldn't be trusted!" He said, wiping what remained of his bloody nose. "You know you're dead as soon as Master Bojack gets wind of this!"

She laughed. "Probably, but you won't be the one to tell him." Zangya's left eyes twitched with irritation when she noticed Yamcha merely watching them talk. Fucking idiot!

"HEY ASSHOLE! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! GO GRAB THE SWORD ALREADY!" Zangya shouted, her head comically becoming larger than her body.

Yamcha flinched, jumping right into action, heading straight to the abandoned weapon, which glowed brighter and brighter the closer he got to it.

Kogu's eyes enlarged when he turned and saw the human doing what the traitorous woman had demanded of him. He normally wouldn't be worried, seeing as how only the chosen ones can lift the sword. However, as he continued to watch the human's glow mimic that of the sword, he was starting to accept that he actually might not be the chosen one any longer. To make matters worse, if what Zangya had said was true, that his dependence on the sword and his neglecting of physical training had weakened him significantly, then if that human is able to heave the sword-

NO! I WON'T LET THAT HAPPEN!

With terror and rage pumping through his veins, he broke into a run, rocketing towards the former bandit, who was closing in on the sword. Unfortunately, his former comrade had easily intercepted him with a mighty fist, pushing him back. Swerving past her, he continued his course to Yamcha, whose eyes widened when he saw his foe rampaging towards him.

"NO!" Kogu shouted in distraught, watching Yamcha take a dive.

If he's friends had been around, they might have gotten a kick out of the familiar manner in which he landed; with his body curled on his right and his left hand splayed on the halt of the sword, it was an odd way to land and it looked quite uncomfortable at that.

Kogu froze, coming to a standstill when Yamcha took complete hold of the sword's halt. He stumbled back as an electrifying forceful wind picked up out of nowhere, the former bandit's curled form lighting in a brilliant shade of blue, blinding both the Hera-seijins.

Kogu took a step forwards as an attempt to disrupt Yamcha's possible transformation since it wasn't a guarantee that he'd successfully become one with the sword, but the powerful barrier had proved to be too much to break through. The henchman of Bojack screamed in pain as he flew back, crashing dozens of feet away.

Zangya smirked. This might actually work… she thought, squinting from the illumination that encased Yamcha.

Her gleeful expression turned into one of pain, her stomach twisting when she felt a heavy fist slam into it. Zangya gasped as his large light green meaty fist was pushed further into her sore doubled over form, her eyes widening when a hot sizzling ball of energy was let loose against her stomach, sending her soaring across the air. Groaning at her ungraceful landing, she raised her head, her half-lidded orbs locking with a pair of furious ones.

Well shit…

With his upper clothes completely shredded, showing off his now thicker and greener physique, Kogu was giving the female Hera-seijin the most crazed look he has ever given her.

"You. Are. Fucking. Dead!" He shouted throaty, his voice having a monstrous tone to it.

For the first time, Kogu had actually managed to terrify her.

A/N: You know, after typing all of this (yes I have the entire "special" done except one chapter, but it all looks too horrible to post as it's just a really bad rough draft), I've decided that there's no way that this could be called a "special" any longer. It's a saga. It was supposed to be two chapter...then I thought, na it's gonna be three. Five? Whoa where am I going! lol

So I guess I should be able to get the chapters out much quicker...if I can manage to make the time to edit them. I'm not the fastest typer, nor the fastest editor. It takes me hours to write and edit these things and as you all can see, I still end up with typos, spelling errors and all that shit.

Anyways, as I said like...I don't know, at some point during the Cell games, Yamcha is going to have a bigger role in this special...errr saga. I liked to think that I made him into a badass.

The next Chapter is all Yamcha...I swear my ideas are bananas in it! XD

Until next time

Later!

(Posted: 7/28/18)

~Gater~