Yamcha's Journey (2)

The villagers split up duties, some tending to the injured, while some men helped Yamcha search and tie up the bandits. It didn't take too long, not when you've got a guy you can lift an inconceivable amount of weight. However, once done tying the bandits up, Yamcha turned a blind eye to what happened next. Instead, he opted to talk to the man who pleaded for help. 

The man, currently shirtless, and being bandaged, noticed that their savior had approached him. "Thank you sir, for saving my daughter, and my village from those detestable bandits. If I was able to move as easily as the others, I'd get a few good hits in myself. Alas, I am not not in any condition to move." 

Yamcha crouched down to eye level. "Blood loss will do that to you. As for what they're doing over there, I want no part in it. Instead, I'd like to ask you. What was it that drove you to such action? You moved far faster than someone of your strength should be capable of. It surprised me…" 

The man, with his children safely in their mother's arms, looked at Yamcha up and down. "I see, you've had a rocky experience with that sort of thing, likely in recent times, am I right?" 

Yamcha recoiled at the man's words, in surprise. "How… How did you get that?"

The man laughed for a moment before wincing from the pain. "Well, consider it a father's intuition. I've been around long enough I've seen all sorts of people. And from the way you reacted to my plea earlier, it's clear to me that you've got a kid of your own somewhere. The absence of this kid can only mean a few things. The rest, I guessed. Hah hah!" 

"Well, you're right. I had a son with the first woman I had ever loved. I wasn't made aware of it until after we broke up. At first I thought it was nothing more than a way for her to pull me back in. However, the next time I saw her, she had a 1 year old in her arms." 

"Hmm, that must have been rough." 

"It was certainly surprising. I never thought she was actually serious. But in the end it's my fault for not verifying. My friends all took her side, and my master beat me black and blue all over. That was almost a year ago now." 

"And so, you're on a journey to rediscover yourself. Well, it may not be what you're looking for, but you have our sincere thanks for showing up when you did. It saved many lives… Unfortunately, not everyone made it. Those we lost are gone forever." 

Yamcha had a thought, and gulped. "What if that wasn't the case?" 

"Hah hah… Oh, you're serious? Well… If they could return to us. It would be a miracle." 

The villagers had overheard this line Yamcha spoke, and an older man, clearly the village chief, spoke calmly. "Savior, if what you speak of is really true. It would be an amazing gift, one we would never be able to repay. However, something comes to mind. Surely something so miraculous would be limited in its use, balance must be within all things. And while not in the last year, there was that one evil creature that took over the world several years ago. Would it not be best to use something so miraculous for such a large threat? Or better yet, live life so we don't require such means?" 

This perspective challenged Yamcha's entire worldview up till then. "I can see your point, but I know how to make that miracle happen. And I also know it only takes a year for them to recover once more." 

The village chief, sighed slightly annoyed by the fact Yamcha didn't get the memo. "Boy, I'm telling you, not to use something so impressive only to resolve our village's losses. We had four people die, 3 of them from the bandits and the fourth from a heart attack. All four of them were old. 2 of them were already on their deathbed." He sighed again. "I'm saying it would be a waste to use something so impressive just to sentence them to death once more." 

Yamcha stood up, noting the chief's thoughts. "Thank you, I'll take this as a lesson. However, my master has instructed me to be of help to those on my journey. Since I must adhere to my master's words, please allow me to help you here in the village for a while." He said, gulping. "Also, there's… Some more questions I'd like to ask the people in your village." 

"You do seem to be quite strong. And harvest is right around the corner. With so many of our men injured, it would be difficult to harvest the crops in time. If you stick around and help with the harvest, you can ask all the questions you like."

"Thank you, and I'll show you just how strong I am." 

"Hah hah hah! You've got spirit kid. I guess we can put up with you for a couple of weeks."

And so, the police and medical staff arrived. They began emergency checkups on everyone in the village. The kingdom ruled by King Furry had invested more in such fields after the fiasco with King Piccolo. Proof of a wise leader. 

One of the officers got lucky enough to be in charge of getting a statement from the village chief. "Alright, I think that's everything. Oh, but could you show me who this man you said saved you is? I'll need a statement from him too, for the record." 

"Ahh, yes. It's that young man over there in the orange outfit. I don't know his name, haven't got the chance to ask for it yet."

The officer, looking over… "OMG it's Yamcha from the martial arts tournament!" 

Yamcha, forgetting some of his struggles for a moment, strolled over hearing that he was called by name. "That's me." 

"Oh my god! It's really you! I loved watching you fight. It was amazing, and you're so handsome when you do it, it's a real turn on."

"Achem, will this be in the police report?" 

The officer blushed a hard red, and remembered where she was. "No, though, I don't think there's anything I need to know. It doesn't surprise me in the slightest that a student of the great Master Roshi could stand and stop a hail of bullets. Take care, you hear." She skipped off.