Yamcha's Journey (1)

It was late in the night when Yamcha left. Now he was on his own, traveling the world on foot. His journey began with a full belly, yet he had just finished a full day of training. I should first look for a place to rest for a little while. 

Yamcha came upon a cozy looking spot near a watering hole for all manner of wild animals. This looks like the perfect spot to rest. 

The morning came, Yamcha was woken up by a young fawn licking his face. He blinked his eyes a few times, seeing the fawn. Something deep inside him stirred, he reached out with a calm hand and a smile on his face, to gently pet the fawn. But the fawn timid and fearful of something within Yamcha, backed away and then pranced off into the forest with its mother. 

Yamcha, still holding his hand out to try and pet the now missing fawn, was in a daze for a moment before letting out a sigh and laying down on his back. "A fawn is scared of me. Perhaps there really is something wrong with me… No, that's just hopeful talk." He said, kicking his legs up and pushing off the ground with his hands, to stand on his feet. And with a simple few stretches to begin the day, he finished voicing his words. "I know that there is something inside me, deep down, that I must address. Once fawns like that one aren't afraid of me any longer, I'll be ready to see my son… I hope… Anyway, let's get going. Let's see what things I find out in this world I live in." 

And so, Yamcha began his day, taking in all the sights the world offered him. Every once in a while he would stop and meditate, then practice some of his movements, refining his technique. Several days passed like this, until he happened upon a village… 

Yamcha, seeing the sight, instantly burst into action. "Those clouds of smoke, that's no ordinary fire. And from the looks of it, this doesn't look good." 

A bandit shouted, firing his rifle all around without a care for who he hit. "AHAHAHA! Put everything in the storage capsule, or lose your life!" 

"Hey, be careful with that. You might hurt the merchandise in that carriage. We don't want them getting any scars now do we?" 

"No boss, no we don't! Forgive me." 

"Don't do it again you hear?"

Yamcha arrived, perching himself atop a roof, remaining out of sight, and scanning his surroundings. So they're robbing the village of all their supplies, and… What's in that cage on that truck? He shifted his position slightly. What he saw was nothing short of despicable. I'm going to stop this here and now… Huh?

A boy, maybe 10 years old approached, determination in his eyes. "Give me back my sister you big bullies!" 

The Bandits look at each other and laugh. One point's their weapon right at the boy. "Since you have a death wish, I'll oblige you." The Bandit fired his weapon… 

However, the boy's father had rushed over just in time to push his son out of the way, taking the bullet meant for his son, on himself. 

A girl's voice screamed out. "FATHER NO!" Tears rolling, unendingly. 

The Bandit, slowest to cage, pounded it. "SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" 

Another Bandit laughed. "Look at that, the brat's father took the bullet. I bet he dies in a few minutes. But don't you worry boy, I'll send you with him. You can thank me for my generosity." 

The gun fired again, this time in full automatic. The bandit Cackled as he started to pull the trigger. Though, Yamcha, he had other plans. And with a single burst of speed, he showed up, standing in front of the hail of bullets. It looked as if he had nor arms, adding to the laughter from the bandits. More and more bandits joined in firing their weapons at their boss's order. 

There are a lot of bullets, but I can't back down now. I have to hold out long enough to keep them all safe. Yamcha continued, standing there, halting the path of every bullet, even when the hail had spread to a wider angle. Yamcha only got faster. And then, the hail finally ended. 

Yamcha shot himself forward, opting to waste no more time. He hit one bandit with a right round kick to the mid section, sending him flying into a few other bandits, taking three out all at once. And in the next breath he used his signature move. "Wolf Fang Fist!" Taking out 5 more bandits in quick succession. They were bandits, so they were lucky he was holding back. Ultimately it came down to the head honcho, the big boss of the bandits.

Holding a girl hostage, she couldn't have been older than 7, the Bandit Boss rubbed the gun into the girls temple. She was terrified. Utterly terrified and scared. "Alright, that's just about enough. If you don't stop where you are now, the girl is gonna get it. Ya hear?!" 

Yamcha, saw the sight, and grew angry. 

The girl's father called out in pain from his wound. "Don't you hurt her!" He shouted, gritting his teeth, and then coughed up a little blood. "Sir, I don't know who you are, please, save my girl. If you're a father yourself, surely you know how I'm feeling right now." The man pleaded, realizing his own helplessness. 

This plea, this singular man's words caused Yamcha to feel sick to his stomach. I've been a terrible father. Here this man is ready to give everything for his kid. And I never showed up, not even once! His fist clenched. "Don't worry, I'll save her."

The Boss laughed. "Oh yeah, and how do you plan on doing that, genius?" 

"Like this." 

Yamcha disappeared, reappearing right in front of the Bandit Boss. His right arm pulled the girl into his hold, and his left hand blocked the muzzle of the gun, crushing it with his superior strength. And with a high kick, the Bandit Boss was sent flying into the air. Once the girl was safely out of harm's way, the other girls that had been in the cage, realized the door was open and so they got out of the cage.

"Good, now it's time to get the authorities involved. Help me tie these guys up."