A meeting of Destiny

A/N- if you don't know Virdo is a canon character, i figure there isn't a single story about this couple, so I should do something, put the Glass Gal into cannon. Granted this isn't the one who has her potential unlocked by dark shenron and would one shot the whole of the saiyan, namek saga characters if not much farther.

In the scorching desert wastelands, where the winds whispered tales of forgotten adventures and lost dreams, Yamcha trudged through the sand with a weary heart. Just a day ago, a misunderstanding had torn him apart from Bulma, his heart aching as he replayed their heated argument in his mind. His old hideout, a refuge from his past life as a bandit, seemed to be the only place where he could find solace amidst the turmoil.

Mounted on his hoverbike, the engine's hum was the only companion to his solitude. The desolation of the desert mirrored his internal struggles, leaving him adrift in a sea of his own thoughts. As he rode aimlessly, his gaze happened upon a strange sight in the distance: a smoldering wreck, an alien pod that had fallen from the heavens.

Intrigued and compelled by curiosity, Yamcha parked his bike and approached the wreckage cautiously. The exterior was scorched and battered, as if it had weathered a fierce cosmic storm. As he ventured closer, he noticed a figure sprawled amidst the debris — a woman with steel blue hair and distinctive red eyes, unconscious and seemingly untouched by the crash.

Without hesitation, Yamcha carefully lifted the stranger, cradling her in his arms. Her skin was an otherworldly shade of navy-blue, her presence both mysterious and ethereal. He knew not from whence she came, but compassion drove him to action. Guided by instinct, he carried her back to his hideout, a refuge that had once sheltered his secrets.

Inside, he laid her down on a makeshift bed, her breathing steady but faint. Dusting off a container, he filled it with water and gently lifted her head, allowing a few drops to moisten her parched lips. It was a small act of kindness, a gesture extended to a being he knew nothing about.

As time trickled by, the stranger's eyelids fluttered, revealing eyes like polished rubies that held a glimmer of consciousness. She blinked at her surroundings, confusion evident in her gaze. Yamcha remained a silent sentinel, observing as she gradually pieced together her surroundings.

Weakly, she raised a hand to her head, a gesture of both confusion and pain. Yamcha's voice finally broke the silence, offering comfort through his words. "You're safe now. You crashed, but you're here. My name's Yamcha."

The woman regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and gratitude. Her voice was a melodic whisper, carrying an accent unlike any he had heard before. "Vidro," she replied, her tone soft but laden with unspoken weight.

Yamcha watched as Vidro struggled to sit up, her movements cautious yet determined. The flickering light of a lone lantern cast shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere of intimacy within the humble hideout. He offered her a small smile, his brown eyes reflecting genuine concern.

"You took quite a tumble from the skies," Yamcha remarked, his tone light to ease the tension. "This planet can be a bit unforgiving, but I'm here to help."

Vidro's gaze flitted around the room, her eyes absorbing every detail as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Her voice held a hint of confusion. "Where... Where am I? I don't recognize anything."

Yamcha leaned against a nearby table, his posture relaxed. "You're on Earth. More specifically, you're in the middle of a vast desert. It's not the friendliest place, but it's got its own kind of beauty."

Vidro's brow furrowed, the name "Earth" unfamiliar to her. She shook her head lightly, frustration tinging her voice. "Earth? I've never heard of it. My home planet was called Glass... but I don't even know where Glass is anymore."

Yamcha's expression softened, empathetic to her confusion. "Glass, huh? That's a new one for me. But don't worry, you're safe here. I found you after your pod crashed. Do you remember what happened?"

Vidro's eyes clouded with distant memories, fragments of a fiery impact and the chaos that had followed. "I remember... explosions. Space pirates attacked my planet, the Glass Tribe... But after that, it's all a blur."

He nodded, his understanding palpable. "You're not alone anymore, Vidro. And as long as you're here, I'll do what I can to help you. If you need anything—food, water, answers—just let me know."

Vidro's lips curved into a hesitant smile, gratitude mingling with her uncertainty. "Thank you, Yamcha. I appreciate your kindness. It's just... all so overwhelming."

Yamcha's grin widened, the warmth in his gaze unwavering. "I get it. This world can be overwhelming, especially when you're thrown into it unexpectedly. But trust me, you'll get the hang of things."

As the conversation continued, Yamcha shared stories of his own journey, recounting his days as a bandit and his eventual transformation into a martial artist. He described Earth's cultures, landscapes, and the camaraderie he had found among its inhabitants. Vidro listened intently, absorbing every word as she started to piece together her new reality.

As the night wore on, the distant horizon began to paint itself with the first rays of dawn. Yamcha glanced toward the small window, his thoughts momentarily pulled away from the engrossing conversation. He realized that time was slipping away, and he had a commitment he couldn't afford to miss.

"Hey, Vidro," Yamcha began, his voice gentle yet regretful. "I've got to head back. There's something I need to do tonight."

Vidro looked at him, a mixture of understanding and curiosity in her eyes. "Is everything alright?"

Yamcha nodded, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, don't worry. It's just that I've got a baseball game tonight. I play with a team, and it's kind of a big deal."

Vidro's brows furrowed, the concept of a "baseball game" foreign to her. "Baseball? Is that something important on this planet?"

Yamcha chuckled, realizing he was explaining yet another Earth concept to his newfound companion. "Yeah, it's a sport we play here. People come to watch, cheer for their favorite teams, and have a good time. It's a part of our culture."

Vidro's eyes sparkled with curiosity, and a small smile touched her lips. "I see. It sounds fascinating."

Yamcha leaned against the wall, his posture relaxed as he continued. "Well, I was thinking... Would you like to come with me? You can see a bit of Earth's culture for yourself. Plus, it might be a nice distraction from everything that's been happening."

Vidro considered his offer, her gaze thoughtful. The prospect of experiencing Earth's customs firsthand seemed both daunting and exciting to her. She nodded, her voice soft but resolute. "I would like that, Yamcha. It's been a while since I've seen anything new."

Yamcha's grin brightened, pleased with her response. "Great! It's a deal then. I'll show you around, explain the rules of the game, and we can have a good time."

With a renewed sense of purpose, Yamcha gathered a few essentials, making sure he was ready for the day ahead. He stuffed a water bottle, some snacks, and his baseball gear into a small bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he made his way to the exit. The morning air was crisp, carrying the promise of a new adventure as he stepped outside.

His hoverbike stood there, waiting patiently like a loyal companion. The engine purred to life at his touch, its familiar hum filling the air. Turning toward Vidro, who had followed him outside, he offered a friendly smile.

"Ready to go? I've got my bike here, so we can ride together."

Vidro looked at the bike, her gaze both curious and intrigued. She smiled back at him. "Actually, I don't need a ride. I can fly."

Yamcha blinked in surprise, his brows arching upward. "You can fly? Seriously?"

Vidro nodded, her demeanor calm. "Yes, it's something my people can do. I can manage on my own."

Yamcha scratched his head, a sheepish grin forming on his lips. "Well, I guess that saves us some space on the bike then."

As Vidro hovered slightly off the ground, her ability to fly evident, Yamcha couldn't help but feel a mix of wonder and a tinge of envy. He had spent a lifetime training and honing his skills, yet the concept of flight remained elusive to him.

"Well, lead the way then," Yamcha said with a chuckle, his tone light. "I'll follow you to the game."

With Vidro gracefully gliding ahead, Yamcha revved the engine of his hoverbike, the vehicle lifting off the ground with a soft whir. As they journeyed through the desert and toward the heart of civilization, the landscape transformed around them. The vast expanse of sand gave way to bustling streets, buildings reaching for the sky, and the energy of a city in motion.

As they arrived at the bustling baseball field, Yamcha looked over at Vidro, a mix of excitement and determination in his eyes. He knew that explaining the intricacies of the game to someone who had likely never encountered it before might be a challenge, but he was up for it.

"Okay, Vidro, so here's the deal," Yamcha began, his tone enthusiastic. "This is a baseball game. There are two teams: one team bats, and the other team plays defense. The goal for the team batting is to hit the ball as far as they can and run around the bases to score points. The team on defense tries to stop them by catching the ball and tagging the runners out."

Vidro listened intently, her eyes focused on Yamcha as she absorbed the information. "So, hitting the ball far and running around the bases. Got it."

Yamcha nodded, pleased with her understanding. "Exactly. And I'm one of the players on the team that's up to bat today. But I was thinking, since you can fly, I have a way to get you a good view of the game."

Curiosity sparkled in Vidro's eyes as she looked at him. "How would that work?"

Yamcha grinned, his plan forming in his mind. "Well, I know it might be a bit unusual, but how about this: I'll take you to the dugout, which is where the players sit when they're not on the field. You'll be out of the way and have a clear view of the game from there. Plus, you won't be flying around, so you won't attract too much attention."

Vidro considered the idea, nodding slowly. "It sounds like a good plan. I don't want to cause any trouble or draw attention."

Yamcha clapped his hands together, pleased with her agreement. "Perfect! Let's head to the dugout, then."

As they approached the dugout area, Yamcha introduced Vidro to his teammates, explaining that she was a friend who was curious about Earth's culture. The players offered friendly nods and smiles, intrigued by the presence of the mysterious newcomer.

Once settled in the dugout, Yamcha showed Vidro where to sit, ensuring she had a clear view of the field. "Just enjoy the game from here. If you have any questions or if something seems confusing, feel free to ask."

Vidro nodded, a grateful smile on her lips. "Thank you, Yamcha. This is a unique experience for me."

Yamcha patted her on the shoulder, his enthusiasm undiminished. "I'm glad you're here to share it with me. And who knows, you might just become a baseball fan by the end of the game."

As the game unfolded under the floodlights, the cheers of the crowd resonated in the air, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie and competition. Yamcha, the lone desert bandit turned baseball player, stood at the plate with a determined glint in his eyes. The pitcher released the ball, and with a powerful swing, Yamcha sent it soaring through the night sky.

The crack of the bat was accompanied by a collective gasp from the crowd, followed by a crescendo of cheers as the ball sailed over the outfield fence, disappearing into the darkness beyond. Yamcha's heart raced as he rounded the bases, a triumphant grin gracing his lips. He was in his element, the thrill of the game coursing through his veins.

In a display of skill that seemed almost magical, Yamcha repeated the feat not once, but twice more that night, sending two more pitches hurtling into the distance. The spectators erupted in applause, admiration for his incredible performance evident in their cheers.

As the game concluded and the players made their way to the dugout, the jubilant atmosphere continued to linger. Yamcha's teammates congratulated him, slapping him on the back and sharing high-fives. Amid the laughter and camaraderie, Krillin's sudden arrival was met with surprise and amusement.

"Hey, Yamcha! Nice job out there!" Krillin exclaimed, a playful grin on his face.

Yamcha turned to Krillin, his excitement still evident. "Thanks, Krillin! It was an awesome night."

Krillin's gaze shifted from Yamcha to the unfamiliar face beside him, and his eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise. "And who's this?"

Yamcha chuckled, introducing Vidro to his longtime friend. "Krillin, this is Vidro. She's, uh, new to Earth."

Krillin extended a hand with a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you, Vidro."

Vidro shook his hand, her own smile warm and welcoming. "Likewise, Krillin."

With a conspiratorial grin, Krillin leaned in to whisper to Yamcha, his tone mockingly confidential. "Yamcha, is this another one of your romantic escapades?"

Yamcha's cheeks flushed slightly, and he rolled his eyes. "No, Krillin, nothing like that. Vidro's just a friend who's curious about Earth."

Krillin winked playfully. "Sure thing, Yamcha."

Their lighthearted banter was interrupted by Krillin's more serious tone. "But on a more serious note, Yamcha, we've got to report to Kami's Lookout tomorrow. Got a message from Mr. Popo. Something important is going on up there."

Yamcha's expression shifted, the weight of responsibility replacing his earlier excitement. "Got it. Thanks for letting me know, Krillin."

As the night air embraced the baseball field, Yamcha and Vidro found themselves engaged in a quiet conversation, their voices carrying a mixture of contemplation and anticipation. The revelation of the message from Mr. Popo had added a layer of intrigue to the otherwise cheerful atmosphere, igniting a spark of curiosity within both of them.

Vidro leaned against the dugout's railing, her gaze shifting between the stars above and Yamcha beside her. "Kami's Lookout sounds like a significant place. If there's something important happening there, I want to go too. I believe I might be able to help."

Yamcha turned to her, his brown eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and genuine interest. "You think you can help? How?"

Vidro's voice carried a note of determination. "I've had experiences and abilities that might be of use. My people, the Glass Tribe, we have unique abilities related to glass manipulation. If there's a threat or something that requires our skills, I want to contribute."

Yamcha nodded slowly, impressed by Vidro's willingness to step forward. "Well, if you're willing, I don't see why not. We could use all the help we can get."

Vidro's smile held a touch of gratitude as she looked at him. "Thank you, Yamcha. It's not just about helping, though. I feel a connection with you, and I don't want to lose that by being apart."

Yamcha's expression softened, his heart warmed by her words. "I feel it too, Vidro. We've shared quite a journey already, and I think facing whatever's up there together might just make that bond even stronger."

The night stretched on, stars twinkling above as their conversation ebbed and flowed. It was a moment of unity, of recognizing the potential for something more than friendship—a partnership forged in the crucible of shared experiences and a mutual desire to make a difference.

As the sky gradually lightened with the approach of dawn, Vidro's resolve remained unshaken. She knew that Kami's Lookout held answers and challenges that were beyond her current understanding, but she was ready to embrace the unknown and stand side by side with Yamcha.

As the day gave way to dusk, the tranquil beauty of the desert stretched before them, the sands illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun. Yamcha and Vidro found themselves on a patch of open ground, the sky above beginning to twinkle with the first stars of the evening. The anticipation of learning to fly tugged at Yamcha's thoughts, a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling within him.

Yamcha scratched his head with a sheepish grin, his gaze shifting between Vidro and the sky. "I guess I never really learned how to fly, even after all this time. It's kind of embarrassing."

Vidro chuckled lightly, her demeanor reassuring. "Don't worry, Yamcha. Flying is a skill that comes naturally to some of us, but it can be learned with practice. I'll be here to guide you."

Yamcha's eyes met Vidro's, a mix of gratitude and determination in his gaze. "Thanks, Vidro. I appreciate you taking the time to help me out."

Vidro gestured for him to stand beside her, her expression gentle. "First, find your center of balance. Imagine yourself light as a feather. It's about harnessing your ki and using it to elevate yourself."

Yamcha closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he followed her instructions. He focused on the energy within him, the ki that he had honed through years of training. Slowly, he lifted one foot off the ground, the sensation both strange and exhilarating.

"Good," Vidro encouraged. "Now, channel that energy into your entire body. Let it lift you off the ground."

With a sense of concentration, Yamcha willed his body upward, feeling the ground fall away beneath him. His heart raced, a mix of wonder and trepidation as he floated a few feet above the ground.

Vidro smiled warmly at his progress. "You're doing great, Yamcha. Now, focus on your movements. To move forward, tilt your body slightly in that direction."

Yamcha tilted his body as instructed, and to his amazement, he began gliding forward. The sensation was surreal, like riding the wind itself.

As the two of them practiced under the starlit sky, Yamcha's control improved with each attempt. He soared higher, circled around, and even managed a few controlled landings. Vidro's patient guidance and encouraging words were a constant presence, their shared efforts strengthening the bond between them.

As the night wore on, Yamcha found himself hovering confidently above the desert sands, the exhilaration of flight filling him with a newfound sense of freedom. Vidro's smile mirrored his own as they touched down once more, standing side by side.

Vidro's voice carried a note of pride. "See? Flying isn't as daunting as it seems. With practice, you'll get even better."

Yamcha's grin was genuine, his eyes reflecting a mixture of accomplishment and gratitude. "I can't believe I'm actually flying. Thanks to you, Vidro."

Vidro's gaze held warmth as she met his eyes. "You're welcome, Yamcha. We make a good team, don't we?"

The following day dawned with a sense of purpose and anticipation. The journey to Kami's Lookout was met with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty, the path winding its way through the landscape that had become familiar to Yamcha and Vidro. The desert sands stretched out beneath them, a canvas of ever-changing hues as the day progressed.

As they reached the base of the towering lookout, the enormity of their surroundings was both awe-inspiring and humbling. Yamcha and Vidro ascended the stairs with determined steps, the weight of their mission settling upon them.

Upon their arrival at the lookout's summit, they were met by the presence of familiar faces—Krillin, Yajirobe, Tien, Chiaotzu—each of them awaiting the revelations that Kami had promised. The atmosphere was tinged with a sense of seriousness, a stark contrast to the lightheartedness of their previous interactions.

Vidro's eyes took in the gathering, her curiosity piqued by the diverse group that had assembled. As they approached, whispers of surprise rippled through the group, their gazes lingering on Vidro's unique appearance.

Krillin, ever the one to break the ice, spoke up with a grin. "Hey, Yamcha! Didn't expect you to bring a friend. And she's not exactly from around here, is she?"

Yamcha chuckled, his expression amused. "Yeah, this is Vidro. She's a newcomer, but she's got some unique abilities that might come in handy."

As the group exchanged introductions and pleasantries, Kami's arrival drew their attention. The wise guardian's gaze shifted from one individual to another, his presence commanding respect.

"Thank you all for coming," Kami began, his voice carrying a solemn weight. "I have called you here to share important information, something that affects the safety of Earth and all its inhabitants."

As Kami's words hung in the air, he began to unveil the truth—the passing of Goku, the impending threat of the Saiyans, and the urgency to prepare for the battles that loomed on the horizon. The atmosphere grew tense, each revelation carrying its own gravity.

Vidro's eyes widened in shock as she absorbed the weight of Kami's words. The gravity of the situation was inescapable, and her thoughts turned to the Glass Tribe and her own desire to not see another good people suffer the same fate.

Tien's gaze was resolute as he spoke up. "We might not have the raw power of the Saiyans, but we have our own strengths and tactics. We'll find a way to defend Earth."

Chiaotzu's voice carried determination as well. "We've faced challenges before, and we've come out stronger. This won't be any different."

Yamcha's eyes met Vidro's, a shared understanding passing between them. This was the moment they had been called to, a time when their unique abilities and determination would be put to the test.

As the group turned their attention to the challenges ahead, a unity of purpose settled upon them. Kami's Lookout, with its panoramic view of the world below, became a symbol of hope—a place where bonds were forged, weaknesses were acknowledged, and the journey of preparation began.

Under the guidance of Kami and the collective determination of the group, Yamcha and Vidro found themselves on the precipice of a new chapter. As they faced the daunting reality of the Saiyan threat, their resolve was unwavering. With the universe's uncertainties unfolding before them, they were united by a common purpose—to train, to grow, and to stand as Earth's last line of defense against a force that threatened to reshape the fate of the world.