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Normal POV
For the rest of his week Yamcha rested and only trained via meditation along with image training against mental simulated opponents.
During the free time he would do his best to keep busy by watching TV or going out into the forest for a bit of free style hunting or fishing.
That wasn't enough to satisfy his boredom though so he took up a different hobby one that would both satisfy his boredom but also let him earn some steady income.
Farming.
The idea had come to him almost by accident.
At first it was just something small an excuse to move his body without pushing it to much.
There was a lot of land around his home.
The Blake Bog forest wasn't just trees and swamp there were also wide clearings where the soil was dark, rich, and untouched for who-knew-how-long.
So he chose to exploit it.
He started by walking the perimeter of the clearing behind his house, boots crunching softly against damp earth. Using his ki he gently uprooted dead trees, stacked fallen logs, and cleared stones without tearing the land apart.
By noon, sweat clung to his skin and dirt streaked his arms but the field was ready "man I should bring my phone next time for some music that would make good for passing the time," Yamcha said out loud.
A faint clucking.
Yamcha paused head tilting slightly as his senses extended outward. Near the edge of the forest tucked between bushes and tall grass he spotted movement. Several wild chickens pecked at the ground feathers dusty but healthy.
A bit farther back were two wild turkeys.
"Hahaha well how about that," Yamcha laughed at having found some animals he could use for his farm.
Keeping an eye out on their position he quickly chopped and pieced together a small building for the chickens along with a separate one for the turkeys.
After that he began to approach the animals keeping his movements calm and nonthreatening.
When they tried to scatter he moved faster.
A quick burst of speed here, a gentle redirect there, and soon enough he had them contained in the respective buildings he had built.
"No worries you guys," he said quietly as they settled, "you'll have it better here than out there in the wild."
With the animals secured he began the slower pace of building a barn for the cows he planned on getting.
Once that was done Yamcha started sensing around for some cows and found three of them nearby a shallow stream where the water was clean and clear. They were wild sure but not skittish.
It took a bit more effort but he was able to get the cows settled into a sturdy pen near the edge of his land, shaded by tall trees. He reinforced the fencing with wood and stone making sure it was strong enough to keep any predators out without feeling like a cage.
After that he flew into the West city and bought a bag of seeds for corn, water melons, apples, lemons, oranges, eggplants, tomatoes, green onions, peppers, and turnips along with other mechanical tools, tall glass bottles, plant pots, fertilizer, and irrigation tubing.
Back home he got to planting.
Rows were measured carefully, soil turned and loosened by hand followed with the seeds.
He watered them using water from the river that close to his house and used a controlled Ki sphere to contain the water before releasing it into the air below the field.
"Once everything's all grown out I can pick everything out the same way Master Roshi used to make me do it," Yamcha said with a satisfied smile.
He then spent a remaining bit of time further reinforcing the chicken coop and turkey shelter, making sure there were no gaps predators could squeeze through.
He fashioned feeding troughs from spare wood, filled shallow bowls with water, and watched as the birds slowly relaxed clucking and shifting as they settled into their new routine.
The cows were even calmer.
They eyed him warily at first, tails flicking but once he returned with bundles of fresh grass and set them down gently, they accepted his presence. One of them huffed softly when he scratched behind its ear, and Yamcha found himself chuckling despite himself
Standing up he began stretching out his back which released loud pops "alright tomorrows going to be a Friday and that means sparring day with Piccolo," he said doing some light arms stretches before walking back to his house and meditating outside the patio.
He closed his eyes floating mid-air in with his closed and focused on the memories he had of Piccolo rebuilding it into a simulated form of the namkian.
For the landscape he simply just imagined it as the dessert he used to live in.
Smirking to himself Yamcha slipped into a psuedo mix of the Turtle Hermit style and his own Wolf Fang Fist style stance "alright Piccolo show me what you got!" he exclaimed to the simulation.
Piccolo scoffed and calmly tossed his turban and heavy weighted cape away.
He cracked his neck while his eyes narrowed as his Ki aura flared to life in a familiar surge of power.
“Hmph don’t slow me down, Yamcha,” the Namekian said flatly.
Yamcha grinned rolling his shoulders as his own Ki rose to meet him sharp and feral like a wolf bristling before a fight “wouldn’t dream of it.”
Without wasting a moment longer the earthing power up into stage two of the MAX transformation.
The air cracked as he reappeared inches from Piccolo’s face, fist already swinging.
Piccolo barely managed to cross his arms before the blow landed with a loud BOOM!
The impact sent Piccolo slid backward carving a long dug up trail through the sand. Yamcha didn’t let up. He blurred forward again slipping inside Piccolo’s guard with predator-like accuracy.
"Take this thundering wolf fang fist!" his fists were engulfed with electrical golden-green ki which slowly took on the shape of a piar of wolf heads.
His punches landed down fast.
Every blow injected Yamcha’s ki directly into Piccolo’s body lightning snapping on contact. Piccolo hissed as electricity crawled across his arms, his Ki stuttering for a split second.
“Tch!”
Yamcha pivoted his knuckles slamming into Piccolo’s ribs, then his shoulder, and then his collarbone before landing a hard punch to his stomach.
Piccolo growled and retaliated with a brutal elbow.
Yamcha twisted aside at the last second the elbow grazing past his cheek, and answered with a rapid burst "thundering wolf fang fist chain!" he roared.
Lightning exploded outward as Yamcha unleashed a blinding storm of strikes.
The air howled.
By the time Piccolo realized what was happening over forty blows had already landed, each one shaving away at his Ki flow. It numbed his limbs forcing his body to lag half a heartbeat behind his intent.
Piccolo screamed and forced his Ki outward in a violent shockwave finally blasting Yamcha back.
Yamcha flipped mid-air landing lightly on his feet skidding backward before stopping himself.
He wiped a bit of sweat from his brow.
“…Not bad so far am I right,” he called out to his opponent with a smirk
The simulated Piccolo smirked despite himself “hmph don't get too arrogant we both know you managed to land those blows because of the nature of your techniques. Let's also not forget even with your transformation boost over there it's still nowhere any near my level much less a Super Saiyan," he taunted.
Piccolo’s Ki flared heavier now.
The sand beneath his feet cracked and lifted as his power surged, the simulated desert groaning under the pressure.
"I figured you'd say that but guess what Martial Arts isn't just about beating your opponent with overwhelming power but to strategically take them down as well. So yeah Goku, Vegeta, Trunks, and Gohan can all be stronger than me or Krillen and Tien but with the right set of tricks then it's possible to take them out," Yamcha retorted with a tinge of anger.
Piccolo’s eyes narrowed “hmph then show me.”
The Namekian vanished.
Yamcha’s instincts screamed.
He twisted just as Piccolo’s fist tore through the space where his head had been a split second earlier. The shockwave alone split the sand beneath them, the desert floor fracturing like glass.
Yamcha slid back, boots digging trenches, then snapped his hands together “X100 SOLAR FLARE!”
The world exploded into white.
A blinding all-consuming flash erupted outward like a miniature sun. The sky itself seemed to bleach as the flare tore across the desert.
Even the simulated heat spiked violently.
Piccolo hissed arms flying up as his vision detonated into static. His senses screamed as the flash overloaded it, signals colliding and scrambling.
“Arghh!!” he growled.
Yamcha was already moving.
He rushed forward ki roaring as he formed a spinning mass of energy in his palm. The orb screamed as it spun faster and faster, layers of compressed ki grinding against one another.
“Take this spiraling spirit ball!" he drove it forward.
The orb slammed into Piccolo’s guard and drilled right through the Namekian’s defenses like a living auger. Piccolo grunted as he was driven backward heels carving deep furrows into the sand before he ripped free with brute force and was launched back several dozen meters.
Before Piccolo could recover, Yamcha flicked his wrist sending a blast of greenish-yellow electricity.
The moment it made contact with the orb it became one with the sphere.
Electricity surged through it, lightning crawling along its surface as the ki destabilized into something far more violent.
“Have taste of my spiraling thunder spirit ball!”
The orb was launched at immense speed.
Thunder cracked like the sound of a thousand birds chirping.
Bolts of lightning spiderwebbed outward slamming into Piccolo’s body and exploding across the ground around him. The shockwaves overlapped, sand and stone erupting skyward as Piccolo was hammered downward one knee slamming into the desert floor.
Yamcha didn’t let up.
He clapped his hands together posing it sideways and began gathering and compressing ki until it formed into a shrunken powered Ki ball similar to a bullet.
"Pursuing wolf fang shot!” he exclaimed.
Four small snarling wolf-shaped heads in the form of a beam shot forth. The eyes of the wolves glowed blue as they howled and locked onto Piccolo's Ki signature.
They curved around Piccolo’s blind side and lunged.
Piccolo growled, twisting and firing a point-blank ki blast that detonated one of the wolf beams mid-air but the other three still managed to hit him before they violently exploded.
A beam explosion of blue light swallowed him whole, dust and energy erupting like a miniature meteor impact.
Yamcha was already above him.
Lightning screamed as he channeled everything into his leg. Ki compressed, crackled, and howled forming a thick, violent aura that shaped itself into the image of a wolf mid-pounce.
“RISING THUNDER WOLF KICK!”
He descended like a bolt from the heavens.
The kick slammed into Piccolo’s shoulder with a thunderous CRACK!
Lightning detonating outward as the wolf-shaped aura tore through the impact point. The force drove Piccolo straight into the ground the desert floor collapsing inward as if struck by a divine hammer.
A massive crater formed but Yamcha wasn't even close to even being finished as he powered up in Stage 3 of the MAX transformation before screaming louder.
The red aura of the Kaioken covered his body "Kaioken x20!" he exclaimed and then cupped his hands together into the all familiar pose of the Kamehameha.
Only this time he applied the same application as he did with his previous techniques and enhanced it further "Electric...KA...ME..HA...ME..HAAAA!!!"
The beam erupted from Yamcha’s palms in a violent spiral of blue-white ki laced with the sounds of crackling green-gold electricity.
The Kamehameha slammed straight into the heart of the crater exploding with a blinding flash as lightning wrapped around the beam and drilled downward. The sand was vaporized turning to glass under the sheer heat and pressure.
Piccolo’s from was now completely gone.
The desert floor buckled collapsing in layers as the blast carved a trench that stretched for miles. The shockwave flattening dunes and kicking up a towering wall of dust that blotted out the horizon.
Yamcha grit his teeth muscles screaming as Kaioken x20 tore through his body like burning wire.
His veins stood out along his arms and neck, his Ki aura flaring violently as he forced every last ounce of ki into the attack "HRAAAAH!”
With a final surge he released everything he had left.
The beam vanished in a thunderous implosion leaving behind a massive scorched basin at the center of the desert. Lightning crackled danced along the ground before fading away.
Yamcha hovered in the air chest heaving out of exhaustion.
His Ki aura sputtered and collapsed as the Kaioken vanished.
He managed to finish off the simulated Piccolo but against the real one he had no doubt that he wouldn't have lasted long enough.