Ox-King

"Why, you haven't been taught enough lessons and still want to continue robbing?"

Oolong, feeling braver with Renkai around, puffed out his chest and confronted the bandits. He had always been a coward, but having someone strong on his side gave him newfound confidence. The fear he once had when facing threats seemed to fade, at least for now.

"Oolong?"

"Puar?"

At that moment, Puar floated over, and their eyes met, both recognizing each other instantly. Oolong was caught off guard, never expecting to run into his old classmate here of all places. Back in kindergarten, he often bullied Puar, thinking of him as weak and timid. But now, seeing the once-cowardly cat standing beside a desert bandit, he couldn't believe his eyes.

"My name is Yamcha. I became a desert bandit just to survive. But now, I've realized my true calling—I want to be a powerful martial artist. Please let me join you!" Yamcha knelt down, his voice filled with determination. He had spent too long scraping by in the desert, relying on cheap tricks to survive. Now, he wanted to pursue real strength, and he saw Renkai as his best chance.

"Goku, you knocked out the 'almighty' Yamcha with one punch." Renkai glanced at little Goku and smirked, amused by the irony. Yamcha had built up a reputation as a fierce bandit, yet a single blow from Goku had ended their fight instantly. Though Yamcha had potential, Renkai knew he would never reach the heights of true martial artists like himself or Goku. Still, having an extra pair of hands wouldn't hurt.

"Get in the car," Renkai said, motioning to Yamcha and Puar. He had already made up his mind—they could tag along, but whether they would be useful remained to be seen. Yamcha eagerly climbed in, excited to begin his training. However, the moment he laid eyes on Bulma applying a facial mask, his whole body froze. His phobia of women kicked in, and he became completely paralyzed.

"Your name is Yamcha, right? If you want to be a powerful martial artist, start by overcoming your fear of women," Renkai said, suppressing his laughter. It was almost painful to watch—Yamcha, who had just pledged his desire to become stronger, was now reduced to a stuttering mess in front of a girl.

"This guy seemed promising at first, but look at him! So pathetic in front of a girl. Brother Renkai is much cooler than him," Bulma scoffed, unimpressed. She had no interest in Yamcha, which was a relief to Renkai. If she had reacted like in the original timeline—getting all heart-eyed over him—it would have been annoying. Fortunately, it seemed his influence had already altered things.

After leaving the desert, it was still a few days' journey to Fire Mountain. Along the way, Renkai decided to put Yamcha through training, using the Kame Senryu method to push him beyond his limits. He also had Bulma construct another high-tech gravity suit, modified for Earthlings, to accelerate Yamcha's growth. Despite his shortcomings, Yamcha showed some talent. He might not have been on the level of Krillin or Tien, but among Earthlings, he was still above average.

Unfortunately, once the Saiyans arrived, all Earthlings became irrelevant. Yamcha would eventually give up martial arts and turn to baseball, preferring an easier life. However, for now, he was still focused on getting stronger. In just a few days of training, his power level saw some improvement.

"Didi!"

Son Goku: Combat Power 55Yamcha: Combat Power 11

Not bad. An increase of 2 points might seem small, but in the early stages, it was significant. A combat power of 10 already made someone superhuman—bullets wouldn't harm them. Without Renkai's training, Yamcha wouldn't have improved this quickly.

Meanwhile, Yamcha had also overcome his fear of women—perhaps a little too well. Now, every time they stopped in a town, he would immediately start flirting with any attractive woman he saw. Renkai couldn't help but sigh. He had solved one problem, only to create another.

"Why hasn't Chowder appeared yet? I can't remember exactly when he shows up…" Renkai muttered, thinking about another character who should have crossed their path by now. However, his thoughts were interrupted when Fire Mountain came into view, towering in the distance and radiating intense heat waves.

"Brother, the Dragon Ball Radar shows a Dragon Ball in that mountain covered in flames," Bulma said, looking a little worried. She had read stories about the infamous Fire Mountain and knew how dangerous it was.

"It's fine. This fire is nothing to me," Renkai replied confidently. He had no doubt he could handle it. Seeing his calm demeanor, Bulma relaxed, her trust in him growing even stronger. The confident big brother was even more attractive!

"We're about to meet Ox-King! According to rumors, he's a bloodthirsty demon! Anyone who enters his territory is seen as a thief and immediately executed!" Oolong, who was driving, started shaking in fear. The stories of Ox-King were terrifying, and the last thing he wanted was to end up on the receiving end of that giant axe.

"Didi!"

Unknown Combat Power Approaching!Unknown: Combat Power 40

Suddenly, the RV came to a stop. A giant man stood in the middle of the road, blocking their path. He held a massive battle axe and wore binoculars on his head along with a horned helmet. His imposing presence made it clear—this was Ox-King.

"You damn thieves! Trying to steal my treasure again? Get out of the car now, or die!" Ox-King roared, lifting his axe menacingly. His voice boomed through the air, making Oolong cower under the driver's seat.

"Brother, I'll leave the rest to you and Goku!" Oolong whimpered, clearly unwilling to face Ox-King himself. He had no shame in admitting that survival was more important than pride.

"Oolong, you coward!" Puar laughed, amused by Oolong's reaction.

"A coward is better than a dead man!" Oolong snapped back.

"Master Yamcha, can you handle that brute?" Puar asked, turning to his friend with hopeful eyes.

"Uh… probably not," Yamcha admitted, rubbing the back of his head. He had heard plenty of stories about Ox-King, and now that he was seeing him up close, he knew there was no way he could win.

"Brother! Is this the Ox-King that Oolong was talking about? Finally, a strong opponent! Let me fight him!" Little Goku's eyes lit up with excitement. After all the weak opponents he had faced so far, he was eager for a real challenge.

"Go ahead," Renkai nodded, granting him permission.

Little Goku eagerly jumped out of the RV and faced Ox-King, brimming with anticipation. He had trained under Renkai for days and felt much stronger than before. Finally, he had the chance to test his abilities against a worthy foe.

"Hmph! Sending a kid to fight me? Fine! I'll cut you down!" Ox-King bellowed, raising his axe. His patience was running thin, and he was ready to put an end to these supposed thieves.

But just as he was about to strike, his eyes fell on the staff strapped to little Goku's back. His expression immediately changed.

"This is… kid, tell me! That staff you're carrying—is that the Power Pole? Where did you get it?!" Ox-King demanded, his anger replaced by curiosity.

Little Goku, who was about to attack, paused and tilted his head. "Oh, yeah! This is the Power Pole. My grandpa left it to me!"

"Your grandpa? Wait… are you the grandson of Son Gohan?!" Ox-King's fierce demeanor softened as realization struck.

Ox-King lowered his axe and burst into laughter. "Hahaha! So you're Gohan's grandson?! I'm Ox-King! I trained under Master Roshi with your grandpa!" His hostility vanished, replaced by warmth. The more he looked at Goku, the more he liked him.

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