Prologue: The Lone Wolf's Resolve
A/N: This is a random idea I had in my mind rolling around for a bit.
In the quiet hours of a serene evening, the crimson sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the tranquil landscape. Inside a modest, dimly lit apartment, a lone figure sat in solitude, brooding in the company of his own vexation. Yamcha, once a fierce warrior and a stalwart comrade to Earth's mightiest defenders, now found himself in the stifling grip of annoyance and rejection.
His friends, the Z Fighters, had embarked on a perilous journey – a battle to determine the fate of the universe itself. Yet, amid the impending cosmic cataclysm, Yamcha had been left behind, unwanted and uninvited. It was a bitter pill to swallow, an insult that stung deeper than any wound he'd ever suffered in battle.
They had even chosen the aging Roshi over him, the martial arts master he had surpassed by leagues, both in strength and wisdom. The universe was teetering on the brink of annihilation, and they entrusted it to a man whose prime had long since passed. The very idea was ludicrous, and Yamcha couldn't help but feel slighted by the blatant disregard for his prowess.
To add salt to the wound, they'd preferred the company of Frieza, a planet-destroying monster with a track record of galactic malevolence. Yamcha, who had shed blood, sweat, and tears defending his home planet, was relegated to the role of a mere afterthought. His indignation smoldered within him, like a dormant volcano threatening to erupt.
As he sat in that dim apartment, his frustration reached a breaking point. The gnawing sense of uselessness gnawed at his pride. He couldn't bear the thought of being cast aside while his friends risked their lives for the very existence of the universe.
An idea, born from the depths of his simmering discontent, began to take shape. He remembered the old dragon radar, a relic from his days of adventure with Bulma. With it, he could search out the mystical Dragon Balls, hidden across the vast expanse of the Earth. Perhaps in wielding such legendary artifacts, he could not only prove his worth but also make a difference, even in the shadow of his comrades' grandeur.
The decision was made. As the Z Fighters ventured into the cosmic unknown, Yamcha would embark on his own quest – a solitary mission to gather the Dragon Balls. He couldn't sit idly by, waiting for their return, while his pride and self-respect lay in tatters. If they didn't consider him a valuable ally, he would demonstrate his worth in a way that was impossible to ignore.
The task of gathering the Dragon Balls turned out to be far simpler than Yamcha had expected. With the trusty dragon radar guiding him, it took just a matter of hours to locate all seven scattered across the Earth. There was no one around to ask questions or offer skeptical glances, and for that, Yamcha was grateful.
As he held each of the mystical orbs in his hand, a sense of power and possibility flowed through him. It was a stark contrast to the feeling of insignificance that had plagued him earlier. Perhaps these Dragon Balls were the key to reshaping his destiny, and he was determined to seize that opportunity.
Yamcha couldn't help but wonder if Bulma had been using the Dragon Balls for her own purposes. He had heard rumors that she had found a way to keep herself eternally youthful, and these magical spheres might have played a role in her endeavors. If Bulma could exploit their power to her advantage, why couldn't he?
With that rationale in mind, Yamcha dismissed any lingering doubts about using the Dragon Balls for his own ambitions. After all, he thought, no one should question him invoking their ancient magic. If his friends couldn't be bothered to include him in their mission, then they had no right to deny him his shot at greatness.
With the Dragon Balls safely in his possession, Yamcha pondered his next steps. The journey ahead would be fraught with challenges and uncertainties, but he was ready to face them head-on. These legendary orbs held the power to grant wishes beyond imagination, and Yamcha was determined to make his desires a reality.
With the Dragon Balls spread out before him, their mystical energy pulsating in his hands, Yamcha knew it was time to make his move. He had come too far to turn back now, and the first wish he uttered would change the course of his life forever.
"Gather, Shenron!" Yamcha declared, his voice filled with determination.
As the skies darkened and a colossal dragon emerged from the Dragon Balls' ethereal glow, Yamcha felt a surge of anticipation. Shenron, the Eternal Dragon, towered above him, its eyes like ancient jewels gazing down upon the lone warrior.
"I am the Eternal Dragon, Shenron. Speak your wish and I shall grant it," the majestic creature rumbled.
Yamcha didn't hesitate. "I wish to unlock completely any and all potential within me," he proclaimed.
The wish hung in the air for a moment, as if the universe itself paused to consider the magnitude of the request. Then, with a blinding burst of light and energy, it was done. Yamcha felt an electrifying surge of power course through his very being. His muscles tensed, his senses sharpened, and he could feel his latent strength surging to the surface. The transformation was beyond anything he had ever experienced. He was reborn, his potential fully unleashed, a warrior without equal, outside the realm of the gods.
However, as he reveled in his newfound might, a sobering thought struck him. Despite his enhanced abilities, he was still acutely aware of the insurmountable gap that separated him from the likes of Goku and Vegeta. He knew that even with this incredible power, he might remain in the shadows of their legend, destined to be overlooked by his former comrades.
With a heavy heart, Yamcha decided that his next wish would be the key to his true purpose. He needed to find a place where his strength and determination could make a difference, where he could be a hero in his own right, and not just a footnote in the tales of more renowned warriors.
"I wish to be sent somewhere, someplace, or whatever it may be, where I can be a difference maker for the universe and help it out greatly," he declared, his voice unwavering.
As Yamcha's wish carried him across the cosmos, he felt an overwhelming sense of disorientation. Reality warped and twisted around him, and he was thrust into a whirlwind of colors and lights. The sensation was dizzying, leaving him unsure of where he would land.
Then, in a burst of energy and light, Yamcha materialized on an alien world, bathed in the eerie glow of a sapphire moon. It was a desolate and barren landscape, unlike anything he had ever seen on Earth. A sense of isolation washed over him as he realized he was far from home.
Before he could gather his bearings, an earth-shaking explosion resounded through the air. Yamcha's trained instincts kicked in, and he sprinted toward the source of the disturbance. As he approached, he saw a titanic clash unfolding before him.
There, amidst the ruins of a once-pristine temple, he witnessed the battle between West Supreme Kai and the dreaded Kid Buu. The West Supreme Kai, whom he had only recently learned about from the Dragon Balls, fought valiantly but was clearly outmatched. Her ki attacks barely made a dent in the relentless monster's defenses.
Yamcha knew he couldn't stand idly by. His newfound power surged through him, and he felt an unprecedented sense of purpose. With a burst of speed, he charged into the fray, narrowly avoiding one of Kid Buu's devastating attacks.
"Hey, ugly! Over here!" Yamcha shouted, drawing Kid Buu's attention away from the beleaguered Supreme Kai.
Kid Buu turned toward the interloper, his eyes narrowing as he assessed this new challenger. With an animalistic growl, he lunged at Yamcha, who managed to narrowly evade his assault. The battle was fierce, the earth trembling with each exchange of blows.
Yamcha's enhanced abilities were evident as he held his own against the relentless Kid Buu. He was faster, stronger, and more skilled than he had ever been before, but Kid Buu was still a formidable adversary.
West Supreme Kai, battered and bruised, watched in awe as Yamcha fought to protect her. She had never seen such bravery from a mortal, especially one who had just appeared out of nowhere. Her earlier playfulness had been replaced with a profound sense of gratitude and admiration.
With each passing moment, Yamcha's resolve grew stronger. He wasn't just fighting to prove his worth; he was fighting to protect the universe from an unimaginable threat. The odds were against him, but he refused to back down.
As the battle raged on, Yamcha continued to clash with Kid Buu, their furious blows sending shockwaves through the desolate landscape. Despite the overwhelming odds, Yamcha's determination never wavered. He knew he had to buy time for West Supreme Kai to recover and join the fight.
West Supreme Kai, battered and bruised from her earlier struggle, lay amidst the debris of the shattered temple. Her energy reserves were drained, and she struggled to regain her composure. But the sight of Yamcha's unwavering resolve filled her with newfound strength.
With gritted teeth, she summoned her remaining energy and rose to her feet. Her elegant fingers formed a series of intricate hand signs as she chanted an incantation, gathering ki to herself. As the energy coursed through her, her wounds began to heal, and her power returned.
With renewed vigor, West Supreme Kai rejoined the battle, launching devastating ki attacks at Kid Buu. The tide of the battle began to shift as she and Yamcha coordinated their efforts. Their combined strength proved to be a formidable force, wearing down the monstrous Buu.
Yamcha, pushed to his limits, felt his power surge to its maximum. With a primal yell, he unleashed a colossal Kamehameha wave, the azure energy spiraling into a cataclysmic vortex of destruction. The energy surged forward, engulfing Kid Buu in its devastating embrace.
But West Supreme Kai wasn't done yet. She positioned herself alongside Yamcha and extended her hands toward the surging wave of energy. Her ki merged with his, amplifying the power of the Kamehameha exponentially. The energy wave swelled to unprecedented proportions, a beacon of hope in the midst of cosmic chaos.
Kid Buu, caught in the maelstrom of energy, let out a blood-curdling scream as he was overwhelmed by the combined might of Yamcha and West Supreme Kai. The force of the attack sent him hurtling backward, his form dissipating in a violent explosion of light and smoke.
As the dust settled, a profound silence hung over the battlefield. Yamcha and West Supreme Kai stood victorious, their breaths heavy and their bodies exhausted. They had overcome the seemingly insurmountable, and the threat of Kid Buu had been vanquished.
With a weary smile, West Supreme Kai extended her hand to Yamcha. "Thank you," she said, her voice filled with gratitude.
Yamcha accepted her hand, a sense of fulfillment and purpose filling his heart. He may have been forgotten by his friends back on Earth, but here, in this distant corner of the universe, he had found his place, fighting alongside a newfound ally to protect the cosmos.
Their journey had only just begun, and the challenges ahead were unknown. But one thing was certain: Yamcha and West Supreme Kai would stand together as a beacon of hope in the face of darkness, united in their mission to safeguard the universe.
The aftermath of their intense battle against Kid Buu left the barren landscape eerily quiet. West Supreme Kai, still in her battle-worn Supreme Kai outfit, looked at Yamcha with a mixture of awe and curiosity. She had never encountered a mortal who possessed such incredible strength and determination.
Yamcha, his body aching from the exertion of the battle, also gazed at the Supreme Kai with a blend of exhaustion and intrigue. He had been transported to a world he knew nothing about, and the mysterious Kai had become his only anchor in this unfamiliar cosmos.
Breaking the silence, West Supreme Kai finally spoke, her voice filled with wonder. "I've never met a mortal like you before. How is it that you possess such extraordinary power?"
Yamcha scratched the back of his head, his expression one of genuine confusion. "I wish I knew," he admitted. "I was back on Earth, feeling overlooked and forgotten, and then I made a wish with the Dragon Balls to be somewhere I could make a difference. Next thing I knew, I was here."
West Supreme Kai nodded, her mohawk gently swaying. "I see. You used the Dragon Balls to change your destiny, and it brought you here."
Yamcha's curiosity was piqued. "Dragon Balls? Destiny? Where exactly am I, and who are you?"
The Supreme Kai introduced herself, "I am West Supreme Kai, one of the divine rulers of Universe 7. We are currently on the Sacred World of the Kai, a realm that exists beyond the boundaries of your Earth."
Yamcha's eyes widened at the revelation. "Sacred World of the Kai? Divine rulers? This is... a lot to take in."
West Supreme Kai smiled warmly, recognizing the overwhelming nature of the situation for Yamcha. "I understand. It's not every day that a mortal finds themselves in our realm. But you, Yamcha, have displayed remarkable strength and courage. You saved not only me but potentially the entire universe from Kid Buu's menace."
Yamcha rubbed the back of his neck, still trying to process everything. "Well, I couldn't just stand by and do nothing, especially when someone needed help."
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. It was Shin, the East Supreme Kai, who had sensed the battle and hurried to the scene. He arrived, wide-eyed, to find Yamcha and West Supreme Kai standing amid the remnants of their conflict with Kid Buu.
West Supreme Kai turned to her fellow Kai and introduced Yamcha. "Shin, this is Yamcha. He played a crucial role in defeating Kid Buu."
Shin regarded Yamcha with a mix of surprise and intrigue. "A mortal with power rivaling that of a Supreme Kai? This is truly extraordinary."
As the three of them stood together on the Sacred World of the Kai, questions and uncertainties filled the air. Yamcha had found himself in an entirely new world, surrounded by divine beings, and his journey had only just begun. West Supreme Kai and Shin had their own questions about this enigmatic mortal who had appeared in their midst.
As the three of them stood on the Sacred World of the Kai, surrounded by the remnants of their battle against Kid Buu, a newfound alliance began to take shape. Yamcha, the mortal warrior from Earth, had found himself in the midst of divine beings, West Supreme Kai and Shin, rulers of Universe 7.
Shin, the East Supreme Kai, continued to study Yamcha with a mix of fascination and intrigue. "Your arrival here is unlike anything we've ever witnessed. It raises many questions, but one thing is clear: your strength and courage are extraordinary."
Yamcha, still adjusting to the reality of his situation, nodded. "I'm not sure how or why I ended up here, but I couldn't ignore the call to help when I saw someone in need."
West Supreme Kai smiled, her earlier playful demeanor returning. "It seems fate has brought you to us for a reason, Yamcha. You may not fully understand the scope of the universe you've entered, but your presence here has already made a difference."
Shin, ever the cautious and wise Supreme Kai, had questions about the wish Yamcha had made with the Dragon Balls. "Tell me, Yamcha, what was the nature of the wish that brought you here? The Dragon Balls are powerful artifacts, and their use can have far-reaching consequences."
Yamcha explained, "I wished to be somewhere or in a situation where I could make a difference for the universe. It felt like my friends back on Earth had forgotten about me, and I wanted to prove my worth."
Shin nodded thoughtfully. "A noble wish indeed, and it seems the Dragon Balls have answered it in a most unexpected way. You now find yourself in a realm beyond your world, surrounded by beings who may help you understand the true extent of your potential."
West Supreme Kai added, "Yamcha, you've already shown incredible strength in the battle against Kid Buu. But there is much more to learn, and the universe is filled with both wonder and peril. We can guide you, train you, and help you unlock the depths of your power."
Yamcha's eyes sparkled with a newfound determination. He had longed for a chance to prove himself, and here, in this unfamiliar realm, that opportunity had presented itself in the most unexpected way. "I'm willing to learn and do whatever it takes to make a difference, not just for myself but for the universe as a whole."
And so, an unexpected alliance was forged. A mortal warrior from Earth, brought to a realm of gods and cosmic wonders, stood side by side with Supreme Kais. Their journey had just begun, and the mysteries of the universe lay before them, waiting to be uncovered.