Training

Vidro's determination to ensure Yamcha's training left a mark on everyone present at Kami's Lookout. Her unwavering commitment to preparing Earth's defenders for the impending Saiyan threat resonated deeply with Kami, who had long been attuned to the ebb and flow of power in the universe.

After the initial shock of her declaration had subsided, Kami decided to have a private conversation with Vidro. He had sensed an incredible wellspring of power within her, a force that surpassed even his own divine abilities. It was a power born from a unique heritage, one that had the potential to reshape the fate of Earth.

In the secluded chamber of Kami's Lookout, the guardian addressed Vidro, his voice measured and wise. "Your determination to train Yamcha is commendable, Vidro, but I sense a great power within you. One that surpasses most beings on this planet. Can you tell me more about your origins and the strength you possess?"

Vidro met Kami's gaze, her eyes reflecting both her resolve and the weight of her history. "I come from a people known as the Glass Tribe. We possess abilities related to glass manipulation, a power that I have honed over time. My people were wiped out by an external threat, and I carry their legacy with me."

Kami nodded, absorbing the significance of her words. "Your power is formidable, and your desire to protect this world is evident. I will entrust you with Yamcha's training, but I also ask that you help guide the others. Together, we must all grow stronger to face the Saiyan menace."

Vidro's expression held a mix of gratitude and determination. "I will do whatever it takes to ensure we are ready, Kami. Earth will not fall to the Saiyans."

With Kami's blessing and the support of her newfound comrades, Vidro took on the role of mentor and protector, a guiding force in Yamcha's training and the preparations of their allies. As Earth's defenders honed their skills under her watchful eye, they found themselves propelled by the boundless potential of their shared journey—a journey that had the power to rewrite the fate of their world and forge a legacy of strength, unity, and resilience in the face of overwhelming odds.

Under Vidro's guidance, Yamcha's training took a different course. While she couldn't teach others her unique glass manipulation abilities, she honed his ki control to a level of mastery few had achieved.

**Months 1-3: Foundations of Strength**

Their journey began with the fundamentals. Vidro emphasized the importance of a solid foundation, teaching Yamcha proper stances, balance, and control. Each morning, they embarked on intense calisthenics and body conditioning exercises. Vidro's strength and precision were awe-inspiring, and she guided Yamcha through each movement, patiently correcting his form until it was impeccable.

Yamcha's days were marked by sweat-soaked gi and blistered hands. Vidro's eyes, like twin flames of determination, watched him intently. She never let him give in to exhaustion, pushing him to perform one more set, one more kata, one more mile until the sun dipped below the horizon.

**Months 4-6: Ki Mastery**

With the foundations solidified, Vidro delved deep into the realm of ki mastery. They meditated under the desert stars, the energy of the cosmos flowing through them. Vidro's voice was a soothing guide, teaching him how to harness his inner energy, how to sense the movements of the world around him, and how to channel his ki into precise strikes.

They sparred in the moonlight, the sands shaking with each clash of fists and kicks. Vidro's movements were a mesmerizing dance of power and grace, and Yamcha strained to keep up. He learned to generate powerful energy blasts and deliver swift, devastating blows.

**Months 7-9: Endurance and Stamina**

As the months passed, Vidro led Yamcha through intense endurance training. They ran through the dunes, climbed towering rock formations, and swam in the nearby oasis to build his stamina. Vidro's relentless pace tested his willpower daily.

In the scorching midday sun, they faced off in hand-to-hand combat, their bodies a blur of strikes and counterattacks. Yamcha's determination grew, and his reflexes sharpened. Vidro taught him how to anticipate his opponent's moves, to fight with strategy rather than brute force.

**Months 10-12: Mental Fortitude**

In the final months of training, Vidro focused on the mental aspect of combat. They practiced meditation, allowing Yamcha to find inner calm amidst the chaos of battle. Vidro's own emotional turmoil had taught her the importance of mental strength, and she passed this knowledge on to Yamcha.

Their battles became more intense, the mental strain matching the physical. Vidro pushed Yamcha to his breaking point, testing his resolve and determination. They fought through exhaustion, doubt, and fear, forging an unbreakable bond along the way.

**The Eve of Battle**

As the year drew to a close, Vidro looked at the man before her with pride and admiration. Yamcha had transformed from a skilled martial artist into a warrior of unmatched determination and resilience. The desert had sculpted him, and Vidro had been his guiding star.

The night sky hung like a velvet curtain over the desert, and the stars twinkled as though they were witness to something special. Vidro, her expression soft and contemplative, had decided to try her hand at cooking. While her skills were far from culinary mastery, the aroma of the food wafted through the air, filling the evening with a comforting scent.

Yamcha watched her efforts with a grin, his brown eyes reflecting amusement and appreciation. "You know, Vidro, you really didn't have to do this. We could've just eaten something simple."

Vidro's red eyes met his, a spark of determination in them. "I wanted to, Yamcha. It's a way of showing my gratitude for all the hard work you've put into your training. Plus, it's nice to share a meal together."

The food might not have been a gourmet masterpiece, but it was edible, and that was what mattered. They sat cross-legged on the ground, their makeshift campfire casting dancing shadows around them.

As they ate, the conversation flowed effortlessly. They spoke of their pasts, the worlds they had left behind, and the hopes they held for the future. Vidro revealed more about the Glass Tribe, sharing tales of their unique abilities and the once-vibrant culture that had been lost.

Yamcha, in turn, opened up about his life as a desert bandit, his dreams of becoming a martial artist, and the friends he had made along the way. He spoke of his past relationships, the ups and downs, and the lessons he had learned.

The night deepened, the air growing cooler around them, but the warmth of their connection kept the chill at bay. There was a shared understanding, a recognition that they were both on a journey of self-discovery and growth.

As the last embers of their campfire flickered, Vidro placed a hand on Yamcha's, her touch gentle and reassuring. "Yamcha, I want you to know how much you mean to me. You've shown incredible dedication and strength in your training, and I'm proud to have been a part of it."

Yamcha's gaze met hers, a genuine smile gracing his lips. "And you've been an amazing teacher and friend, Vidro. I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me."

Their hands remained intertwined, and in that moment, something unspoken passed between them—a bond that transcended friendship. The calm before the storm had given way to a profound connection, a realization that their journey had led them not only to become warriors but also to discover the depths of their hearts.

As the first rays of dawn broke over the horizon, Yamcha and Vidro were already on high alert. Their year of grueling training and preparation had led them to this moment, the arrival of the Saiyans. With their power levels intentionally suppressed to avoid detection, they moved swiftly, converging on the source of the imminent threat.

The desert sands shifted beneath their feet as they landed gracefully, their presence hidden from prying eyes. Vidro's distinctive red eyes locked onto the approaching Saiyan duo, her grip on her hidden powers unyielding.

Vegeta and Nappa, two formidable Saiyan warriors, touched down with an air of arrogance and anticipation. Vegeta's gaze swept over Vidro, and there was a flicker of surprise in his eyes at the sight of someone from her rare race. However, his cunning mind quickly overcame any initial astonishment. He knew exactly who she was and what had befallen her people.

Yamcha and Vidro exchanged a brief, knowing glance before stepping forward to confront the Saiyans. Yamcha, having faced the Saiyans once before, understood the danger they posed, especially the ruthless Vegeta.

With measured words, Yamcha addressed the Saiyans. "I don't know what business you have here on Earth, but I suggest you turn back. This planet won't fall so easily."

Vidro's voice, though calm, carried an undertone of steel. "We're here to protect this world, and we won't let anyone harm it. Leave now, and you might save yourselves some trouble."

Vegeta's eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and disdain. "Oh, how cute. A couple of locals who think they can challenge Saiyan elites. Nappa, let's make this quick."

Nappa, ever the brute, cracked his knuckles and grinned. "You got it, Vegeta. These Earthlings are in for a surprise."

As the standoff between Yamcha, Vidro, and the Saiyans intensified, a sense of urgency hung heavy in the air. But they were not alone in this battle. In the distance, the familiar energy signatures of their allies began to approach.

Tien, Krillin, Chaotzu, Gohan, and Piccolo arrived on the scene, their presence adding a new dimension to the confrontation. Among them, Gohan and Piccolo were taken aback by the sight of Vidro, another alien standing on the side of Earth.

Gohan's eyes widened with curiosity, his youthful face a picture of wonder. "Wow, Piccolo, look! Another alien! I didn't know there were more like you."

Piccolo's expression remained stoic, but a hint of acknowledgment shone in his eyes. "It seems we've gained an unexpected ally. We'll discuss it later."

The Saiyan invaders, still confident in their superior strength, exchanged knowing glances. Nappa's grin widened, and he cracked his knuckles, while Vegeta's eyes gleamed with the anticipation of battle.

Yamcha, Vidro, Tien, Krillin, Chaotzu, Gohan, and Piccolo formed a determined front, ready to defend their world against the Saiyan onslaught. The battle that had been a year in the making was about to begin, and the fate of Earth hung in the balance.

A/N- hope this came out alright and that you enjoyed it.