*Review Time*

BlueJacket242: Wow! This is awesome! What kind of challenges will The Lone Wolf get? Also, will Yamcha find any love in the process?

FanficThinker: I'm happy you like it, trust me there will be challenges up ahead as for love? Don't know, I truly don't know…How does one build romance on a SCP fanfic world?

Vigriff: Bulma would be geeking out at the SCP's gear.

FanficThinker: You mean the same woman who is the richest person in the world of Dragon ball z who invented a watch that would shrink her body when she was in her teens? The same person who made the dragon radar that could find the location of dragon wishing orbs? The same one who has the potential to create a time machine depending on the version of her across the timelines? Yeah…so far I just showed something nifty the foundation had, Bulma is the one they would be geeking at.

Grimmangel108: Good episode what a way to break several records of strength, speed and coordination

FanficThinker: Oh yeah just a little moment to showcase his feats which is pretty cool.

DJ Rodriguez: Thanks for the update! It was well worth the wait! And thank you for explaining some things to me at the beginning of the chapter. I really appreciate that, my friend. So Yamcha is situated, and starts to meet new people there such as Sheldon. Heh, I imagine that this one looks like a certain one from a series called the Big Bang Theory. But thankfully, this Sheldon is not the extremely annoying one from said series. -_- I swear, I want to take that particular Sheldon to the moon and leave him there like Kid Goku did to Boss Rabbit in the anime/manga series.

In any case, Sheldon soon showcases a bit of the SCP facility, like the gym and their crowning achievements like the weights and such. And also a track field that seems to spare no expense in getting in shape. But it seems that Yamcha blew all of their expectations and more away with his feats of strength! Heh, training under Master Roshi, Kami, King Kai and more has had its benefits.

I imagine that a LOT of people are going to be interested to learn more on how Yamcha is so strong & coordinated like so. And perhaps some can ask him about his training methods, which again will have them be like this: 0_0 WHAT-?!

All in all, excellent work! Keep it up! And also, thanks for putting in info on real-live athletes like that Bolt guy!

FanficThinker: I'm glad you seem to be having a go and actually no, this Sheldon character is actually the same one from my life as a teenage robot, appearance wise as i enjoy these little crossovers where you add a character but just so they can fit in your own world and rules, i do watch big bang theory a long time ago though. And yes Yamcha was already seen working at a normal gym and we know that turned out, he is just too stronk and they saw a glimpse of that,

Dragon Ball Z regimen is pretty intense and crazy. That's for sure, it would make their eyes bulge at the absurdity to even call it training.

It had been a couple of days since Yamcha used the Gym for the researcher Sheldon to analyze his body capabilities and he enjoyed using the gym for as much as he liked, but after a while his earlier excitement waned as he realized that even though they didn't have standard gym equipment it still couldn't provide the challenge he needed after the given time, his strength far surpassed the machines and weights available, leaving him somewhat unsatisfied. He knew he needed something more tailored to his level of power to truly test his limits.

'I wonder if I could maybe ask someone to make me some weighted clothing?'I don't want to sound pushy though it hasn't been that long that I am here'

Yamcah thought to himself as he made his way through the gym exit, but then he came across a pair of guards who were assigned to watch over him. They stood alert, but their expressions were a mix of concern and tension. It was clear that something had caught their attention, and they were discussing it in hushed tones. Yamcha decided to approach them to see if he could offer any assistance or alleviate their worries.

"Hey there," Yamcha greeted the guards with a friendly smile as he approached. "Is there something on your guy's mind? You both seem a bit on edge."

The guards exchanged glances, as if not expecting him to talk to them, before one of them spoke up, "Oh, it's nothing really. Just a minor security concern. We're here to ensure your safety, after all."

Yamcha's keen senses picked up on their hesitation, and he sensed that there was more to their worry than they were letting on. He decided to press a bit further, wanting to help in any way he could, but he had to do this in a way they could understand he wanted to help rather than sound intrusive.

"You know, if you want to just talk about it you feel much better. You don't even have to tell me anything I'm not supposed to know, since I know your guy's job is serious, the simple act of maybe complaining a bit and sharing with someone might diminish what's bothering you"

The guard closest to Yamcha, a burly man with a stern expression, glanced at his colleague before sighing and deciding to open up to Yamcha's offer.

"Well, to be honest," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability, "my partner and I are being transferred to another location next month. It's... well, it's a lot more dangerous than where we are now. We've heard stories, you know? And we're just not sure if we'll last in that kind of environment."

Yamcha listened attentively, his friendly making it easier for the guard to share his concerns. He nodded in understanding, showing that he genuinely cared about what the guard was going through.

"I can imagine how that would be stressful," Yamcha replied, offering a reassuring smile. "Getting out of your comfort zone is not easy, especially when moving to a more dangerous place. But remember, you guys have each other's backs. Trust in your training and lean on your partner for support. Don't let pride get in the way and know your limits"

The other guard, who had been quiet until now, chimed in with a nod. "Yeah, we've been through tough situations before. We'll watch out for each other."

Yamcha's words seemed to have a calming effect on the guards, and they exchanged grateful glances. It was a simple conversation, but sometimes that was all it took to alleviate worries and provide a sense of comfort.

"Thanks," the first guard said, offering a genuine smile this time. "You're right. We'll stick together and do our best"

Yamcha appreciated the sentiment and nodded in response "If you ever want to chat or blow off some steam, feel free to swing by the gym. I might not be a scientist with all the answers but I'm a good listener."

With a newfound sense of camaraderie, Yamcha bid the guards farewell, wishing them luck with their upcoming transfer. As they parted ways, he couldn't help but reflect on the diverse and dedicated individuals he had encountered within the SCP Foundation so far, each with their own unique challenges and concerns.

Yamcha returned to his room and he sat down at the small desk, picked up a pen, and began to write a detailed request for specialized training equipment. He listed specific requirements, measurements, and features, ensuring that it would be tailored to his needs.

'Hmmm…maybe I should ask for some books about martial arts? This world is different so who knows what they may have here'

Once the request was complete, Yamcha sealed it in an envelope and addressed it to the appropriate personnel within the SCP Foundation. He left instructions for it to be delivered to the responsible parties and waited patiently for a response.

Two days passed since Yamcha's conversation with the guards. He had submitted his request for specialized training equipment and a martial arts book before returning to his daily routines, including his gym sessions, but today was going to have something different.

Yamcha received a notification on the small screen in his containment room. It was an electronic message informing him that he was to meet with Doctor Monica in one of the Foundation's interview rooms. He read the message carefully and noted the time and location of the meeting as it was time for another interview, this one more formally since it was not in the restaurant when they first met.

"Alright, time to get ready," Yamcha muttered to himself as he stood up from his desk. He took a moment to freshen up, ensuring that he looked presentable for the formal interview. Although he was no stranger to high-stress situations, he understood the importance of making a good impression.

Once he felt satisfied with his appearance, Yamcha made his way through the facility, following the directions provided in the message. The hallways were quiet, and the atmosphere was serious, a stark contrast to the casual interactions he had experienced with some of the researchers and staff.

Finally, he arrived at the designated interview room. The door slid open automatically as he approached, revealing a well-furnished and dimly lit room. The center of the room held a rectangular table with two comfortable-looking chairs on either side.

Seated at one end of the table was Doctor Monica, who looked just as composed and professional as she had during their first encounter. Her lab coat was neatly pressed, and her demeanor was one of focused attention.

"Yamcha," She greeted him with a nod as he entered. "Please, have a seat."

Yamcha returned the nod and took a seat across from Doctor Monica "Looks like we are gonna have another talk huh?" Yamcha replied politely as he settled into the chair. He kept his posture straight and maintained eye contact.

The doctor gave a small smile and then glanced at a digital tablet in front of her and then back at Yamcha. "I hope you've been finding your time here at Site-06-3 comfortable"

Yamcha nodded in response. "Yes, I've been treated well, and the staff has been accommodating"

Doctor Monica smiled faintly. "That's good to hear. Now, let's get down to business. As you may know, the SCP Foundation has a strict policy when it comes to anomalies and their containment. While your stay here has been quite normal, we need to ensure that your presence here doesn't pose any unforeseen risks."

Yamcha understood the gravity of the situation and nodded in agreement. "Makes sense"

"Excellent," Doctor Monica said, her tone remaining composed. "During your time here, we've observed your physical capabilities, which are nothing short of incredible. However, we have questions about your origins and how you came to possess such abilities. Can you provide us with any information about your world and how you acquired your powers?"

Yamcha took a moment to collect his thoughts before responding. "Well if it wasn't obvious by now I come from a world different from this one, it's quite different if I say so myself. I was quite surprised when it happened too. As for my abilities? They're a result of rigorous training of both mind and body"

Doctor Monica nodded as she listened, her expression focused realizing he didn't really expand on that "Are you sure that's it?"

Yamcha let out a small grin "Were you expecting more? Trust me, hard training is how I became the way I am"

She noticed that he was hiding more information, maybe he didn't trust her fully just yet, or maybe there were other reasons, but rather than force the answer she kept asking different questions "And your combat abilities? How do they compare to other individuals in your world?"

Yamcha considered her question while rubbing the back of his head "Well…not to sound conceited but back where I'm from I'm considered to be pretty strong by human standards, but there are others who surpass me in power by a long mile"

'By human standards? What does he mean by that? Did he interact with aliens or something? The more I ask the more questions end up popping' "How did you end up in our world exactly?"

"The son of a long-time friend of mine was fighting a great evil and the last thing I remember was the shock of their powers colliding with one another making a really big explosion," He said, saying a lot yet not too much.

'Does that mean that the collision of said power from both of these beings was powerful enough to accidentally send him to our dimension?' "That sounds scary, why were you there?"

Yamcha looked ashamed for a moment "Moral support I guess? This was a fight to determine the fate of the world so I can't just run and hide, that would be shameful and even if I was that type of person there was no point in doing so, if we lost we died plain simple"

So far what the doctor managed to get was that this man named Yamcha came from another world thanks to two individual powers clashing for the fate of the world which had sent him to their world by accident, and that the powers they saw him do were due to training, but what type of training though? No one who trains hard would ever be able to do what he did right?

"You are seriously getting more curious the more I talk to you, would it be too much to ask if you could describe to me some of that training?" Doctor Monica asked, with expectation.

"Hmmm…" Yamcha thinks for a moment pondering if he should say it or not but then again what harm would there be to say at least a little bit of it? They were used to weird things as far as he could tell but he also enjoyed acting mysterious "If that is the case I can tell you the training regimen my first Master made me do"

'First? That means there were more' She thought, paying attention.

"First things first, you'll need to get used to the early mornings," Yamcha said with a chuckle. "We're talking 4:30 AM wake-up calls! You'll start your day with a light jog to an island's milk depository. But here's the twist: instead of milk delivery by any type of transportation, you'll be hoofin' it on foot, carrying crates of milk to all the island's residents"

Doctor Monica furrowed her brows in confusion. "Milk delivery on foot? That sounds unusual."

Yamcha's eyes narrowed, and he gestured dramatically. "This milk run has all the strength, stamina, endurance, speed, and balance. You'll be trekking around the entire island, testing your strength while carrying those heavy crates. Then you'll cross a lake, proving your stamina. After that, there's a high mountain climb for endurance"

Doctor Monica nodded slowly, still trying to wrap her head around the concept. "I see, it's quite a rigorous start to the day."

"After delivering all that milk, you might think it's time for a break, but nope," Yamcha continued a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Next up is the Mid-Morning Training, where you'll be plowing a field with your bare hands! It's all about toughening up your body, making you invulnerable to pain, and building that raw strength. Depending on the field's size, you might be at it for hours."

Doctor Monica raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued yet bewildered. "Plowing a field with bare hands? That's certainly unconventional."

Over 4,000 years ago, the basic hand-held tool had developed into simple scratch tools. These primitive ploughs were usually pulled by oxen.

Doctor Monica nodded, finding the inclusion of intellectual training amidst physical challenges fascinating. "I see, it's a holistic approach to training."

Yamcha paused, letting the anticipation build. "Now, your morning isn't over just yet. We switch gears to End-Morning Training. This isn't just about your body; it's about your mind too. You'll be studying subjects like literacy and mathematics. Depending on your level, it can range from beginner to advanced studies. Your brain gets a workout too, see?"

"After lunch, you'll dive into Early Afternoon Training," Yamcha said with a nod. "This time, you get some tools – handheld ones, no power tools allowed! You'll be shoveling rock and dirt, hauling and wheelbarrowing debris. This builds muscle and balance while earning you some cash on the side. It's all about becoming a well-rounded warrior."

"Manual construction work does sound really hard but not what I expected"

"Then comes Mid-Afternoon Training," Yamcha said with a wink. "Swimming! Sounds easy, right? Well, it's in a lake infested with sharks. So you better swim like your life depends on it because it just might!"

Doctor Monica's eyes widened in shock. "Swimming with sharks? That's incredibly dangerous!"

"Not to worry while it is weird they were in a lake of all places, my master never puts you through more of what he knows you can handle" Yamcha grinned, saving the best for last. "And finally, Evening Training. This one's all about perception and reflexes. You're tethered to a tree with a beehive above you, and you've got to dodge those angry killer bees. A beginner might get stung a few times, but it's all about becoming lightning-fast in your reactions!"

Doctor Monica couldn't hide her astonishment. "Dodge killer bees? That's... I don't even have words for that."

Yamcha chuckled at her reaction. "Yeah, it's definitely not your typical training routine. But after eight months of that? You get used to it"

"Eight months? Of that? Every day? ….I think he was trying to kill you"

Yamcha leaned back in his chair, wearing a wry smile. "It was tough, no doubt about that, but it taught me discipline, and resilience, and gave me a strong foundation for everything else I learned. But he had his own unique way of training, that's for sure."

Doctor Monica couldn't help but be impressed by Yamcha's dedication and the unorthodox training he had undergone. She leaned forward, a curious glint in her eyes. "Thank you for sharing that, Yamcha. It's certainly an eye-opener. I appreciate your honesty."

Yamcha nodded, his friendly demeanor unchanged. "No problem at all. If you have any more questions or if there's anything else you'd like to know, feel free to ask."

Doctor Monica paused for a moment, contemplating, then finally said, "I think that's enough for now. I have a better understanding of your background and training. Thank you for your cooperation, Yamcha."

With that, she stood up, and Yamcha followed suit. They exchanged polite farewells, and Doctor Monica exited the interview room. As he continued down the hallway, lost in thought, he suddenly noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Sitting on a bench in the hallway near the mental healthcare office door was a figure that immediately caught his attention.

It seemed to be a blonde-haired little girl waiting for someone to call her, Yamcha quickly took notice of her as there was something different about her, her skin was white as freshly fallen snow. She seemed so pretty, like a princess but at the same time her face held such anxiety and sadness, she looked incredibly fragile, as if a gentle breeze might shatter it into a thousand pieces.

Yamcha couldn't help but feel a sense of concern for the girl. He approached her slowly, not wanting to startle her, and offered a friendly smile.

"Hey there"