Hotshot: The second ficlet of this series, Hope you all enjoy!

Summary: Post-Cell. It has been 2 months since the Cell Games and Yamcha is dragged to a National Park by Krillin and meets someone he wasn't expecting.

Warning: Nothing graphic

Yamcha was bored out of his mind.

Sure his teenaged years had him out in the desert and forests but that was when he was a bandit and it was a long time ago, he got rather use to living in a house that had cable and so on. That doesn't mean he lost his skills to live out here, just that he got bored extremely easier than back then.

Why Krillin bothered to bring him here and later accidently get split up was beyond the former bandit.

Now, he was walking on a trail that leads out of a forest and into a vast clearing. When he cleared the trees and bushes, he could see a herd of deer grazing not too far away with a few fawns playing around, not having a care for a world.

He continued to follow the trail up a hill before stopping and looking around. He could see the majority of the plains was covered in deer, all grazing or sleeping. Okay...maybe there was one thing that he had missed when moving to the city.

He shifted slightly before stilling when he heard something. He frowned before letting out a yelp as his foot that was close to the edge of the hill slid off, sending him tumbling backwards and down the hill.

He landed harshly on his back at the base. His body shouldn't have hurt just because of a small fall like this. "Aw man, I really have gotten weaker…"

"I could've told you that."

Yamcha blinked as someone stepped forward and stood over him. It took him a second for him to focus on the new comer's features and when he did, his eyes widen rather comically.

Oh shit.

Yamcha scrambled to his feet and took a few stumbling steps backwards, mouth working to say something, anything, but no sound was coming out, making the other chuckle.

"What's wrong, wolfy? Cat caught your tongue?" 17 smirked. He looked like had had before he was absorbed by Cell. the only difference is that he was wearing a blue jacket.

"W-what are you doing here?!" Yamcha stammered.

"I got a job."

"A…job…" Yamcha stared at him as if he had a second head.

"Yes, a job." 17 crossed his arms. "What, you didn't think I would attempt to have a normal life?"

"Uh...er…"

17 rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I suggest you go find baldy before he hurts himself."

Yamcha frowned. "What? Krillin won't hurt him-"

A gloved finger poked his scar on his cheek, shutting him up. He stayed still as the same finger traced the scar before patting his cheek and pulling away.

"Like I said, go find baldy." With that, 17 was gone, disappeared into the nearest tree line and leaving Yamcha standing there.

"What...just happened….?"

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