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Perfect Stranger by MajinPiccolo
Chapter One: Power Is Yet Unknown
It had been a beautiful morning…
Then the sky went from a gorgeous sunrise to pitch dark in a matter of moments, and Yamcha, Puar, and Krillin stared up at the Dragon who’s magic had caused the sudden black out.
“This is it, buddy,” Krillin spoke, his hands clenching into fists. “We make this wish, and we’ll be as strong as the Saiyans. Maybe stronger!”
Yamcha nodded, his serious expression slowly brightening into a big grin. “No more being the jokes of the team. Everyone is gonna have to respect us once they see our new strength!”
“Yeah, and when we show them what we’re planning to do to prove it… They’re gonna freak!” The shorter man was smiling too at this point.
“Just, please be safe, both of you!” Puar was the only one who seemed concerned, but Yamcha gave him a reassuring pat.
“We’ll be a lot safer after this wish is made, don’t you worry.”
“So are we ready to do this?” Krillin asked.
“If you aren’t then why are you wasting my time?” The dragon asked from the sky, and the mortals present all flinched.
“It’s now or never,” Yamcha shrugged, then looked up at Shenron and shouted, “Eternal Dragon! We have one wish today. We might just be Earthlings, but we’re wishing for the strength to score a crushing defeat against Frieza!”
The group waited expectedly, and Shenron paused- then almost shrugged. “The sort of power you seek is too much for a human body to be capable of handling. I can not grant this.”
“Really?! Oh man, after all of the time we spent planning this and gathering the balls it won’t work?” Krillin slumped.
Yamcha didn’t answer and instead asked, “if it’s too much for this body… Hey Shenron, what if I wasn’t a human?”
“It shall be done.”
“W-wait, that wasn’t the wish!” It was too late- the dragon’s eyes flashed, and a blinding glow covered Yamcha’s body before the sky cleared and the balls once again scattered. Almost instantly a strange feeling of raw, overwhelming power filled the taller man. “Hey, I think it worked after all-“
Puar and Krillin turned to him- and both screamed.
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“Vegeta, stop it! That’s Yamcha!” Krillin shouted, trying ineffectively to pull the Saiyan prince off of their friend.
“Y-yamcha?! Are you crazy? That’s clearly-“ Bulma’s eyes went wide, then she dived between her husband and her ex. “Stop, he’s not kidding!”
Vegeta immediately ceased his attack to avoid hitting his wife and dropped back from Super Saiyan into his base form, standing up. From under him slowly stood a tall being with horns, a long tail… and a distinctive set of facial scars. Crossing his arms and staring at the floor, he spoke in a familiar voice. “Yeah… it’s me alright.”
Bulma leaned forward. “Yep, Yamcha, no question about it. But what happened to you?! You look like Frieza’s family!”
“An Icejin,” Vegeta corrected, still glaring at the former human. “That’s what Frieza’s race is called.”
“Yes, there’s no question he’s somehow now the same species as they were,” Krillin agreed.
“Well?” Vegeta asked, “How did this happen?”
Embarrassed, Yamcha and Krillin exchanged glances, then explained what they’d planned to wish for and how it had went wrong.
“It was supposed to be a question, not the wish. I’d been thinking more like if we asked to be turned into Saiyans or something. But uh, I guess the Dragon put it together with our failed wish and just assumed that was what I wanted.”
“Thanks to his misunderstanding of the semantics of the wish I was spared from looking like, well, that,” Krillin sighed, “but I lost out on the potential to get all that new power, man what a bummer.”
“How much stronger are you now, Yamcha?” Android 18, who’d been called over by her husband, inquired.
“Probably not much,” Vegeta sneered. “Not all Icejins are as strong as Frieza. His bloodline is the product of a mutation that gave them their unusual ability-“
“But what about Frost? He was pretty strong too-“
“He was Frieza’s direct counterpart, remember? Anyway, Yamcha is likely a bit more resilient but that’s about it.”
“A lot more resilient!” Puar insisted. “He took a full power hit from a Super Saiyan and was able to stand right back up!”
Yamcha nodded, “that’s right. He only knocked me down because I wasn’t expecting someone who’s supposedly my ally to attack me out of the blue like that. I mean come on, I came to Capsule Corp because I thought you guys would help me, not try and kill me! That said… I’m a lot stronger, I can feel it. Shenron must have given me that same mutation!”
“If you’re so sure,” Vegeta stepped forward, “then let’s see if your fists can back it up, go on, give me your worst. One punch, as hard as you can. Try and see if you can make me flinch.”
“Okay, but…” with a little smirk he looked down at Vegeta- while he’d always had a few inches on the short Saiyan, he’d grown even taller thanks to the extra inches his upwardly curved horns provided when he became an alien- and asked, “I don’t think Bulma would like it if I totally mangled you so can you at least go Blue first?”
“Don’t get cocky, you’ll just embarrass yourself more-“
“Do it, Vegeta! I’m dying of curiosity here!” Krillin pleaded.
“Oh, whatever, it’s your own funeral.” Vegeta powered up. Yamcha approached him and lifted his fist. “What, not going to bother trying to power up?”
“I don’t think I really need to,” Yamcha shrugged- then right as he threw the punch he stopped suppressing his Ki for just the briefest of moments, just long enough for those present that could sense it to be stunned- and sent a shocked Vegeta flying across the room.
“So anyway, I’m gonna use this new strength to singlehandedly beat Frieza, then since we only used one wish I won’t have to wait that long for the Dragon Balls to regenerate so I can get my old body back.”
As Bulma helped her husband to his feet, Yamcha shared his full plan to make the most of this form. He hadn’t expected further pushback.
“No way, revenge against that bastard is mine, I’m not going to let someone who knows next to nothing of how horrible he is take that away from me!” Vegeta, dusting himself off as he tried to regain his dignity, said from the other side of the room.
Yamcha shook his head. “Sorry you but I’m set on this. After being on the sidelines for so long I want to seize this one chance to do my part to protect the Earth!”
“Does it have to be Frieza though?” Bulma asked, “Why not wait for someone else? You’re a lot stronger but just jumping right into going after someone like that after hardly even training for the last few years seems ill advised.”
“But look at me! I don’t wanna stay in this form any longer than I have to- I don’t think this whole look is exactly gonna do wonders for my dating life!”
“You’d be surprised what some people are into,” 18 replied. When everyone stared at her she just shrugged and looked at the floor. “I didn’t necessarily say I was into it, geez.”
“Anyway, if time is your biggest concern then you have a much larger issue to contend with,” Vegeta stated.
“Oh yeah? And what are you getting at?”
“Your lack of training. Being able to land one good hit on a fully open opponent doesn’t mean you’d be able to do the same thing in real combat,” the Saiyan explained. “To get your proper fighter’s instincts back would take extensive training after all your slacking, and beyond that, your body needs to learn how to fully use your new strength. With such a sudden jump, I’m willing to bet you’re subconsciously holding back slightly simply because your brain hasn’t fully learned to trust what your body can do now.”
“Sorry buddy, but he’s right!” Krillin chimed in, “when you hit him earlier there was a lot of raw power in it but it was slow, human level slow. You’ve got a lot of work to do!”
“Ugh, fine! I’ll train then! A week should be good, right?”
“Maybe if you used the room of Spirit and Time to make one of those days a year-“
“I don’t wanna be like this that long, even if it’s only a day in the regular world! I’m not getting any younger here!”
After a considerable amount of back and forth, Yamcha, defeated, resigned himself to training, starting the following day.
Waiting at Capsule Corp until nightfall provided his extremely alien looking new form with some cover, Yamcha and Puar finally went to head home for the night an hour after Krillin and 18 had left. But as he approached the door he was stopped first by neglecting to account for the extra height of his horns and catching them on the doorframe, then by Vegeta’s voice behind him. “Wait a moment.”
“Huh?”
His expression a mix of ‘conflicted’ and ‘sheer disgust,’ the Saiyan approached him. “I’ve been thinking… There’s a more efficient way you can completely destroy Frieza than just outright battle.”
“What do you mean? I thought you wanted to be the one to defeat him?”
“There’s a way you can not only get his guard down and easily kill him even with your current imperfect strength, but also utterly destroy him mentally while you’re at it. To be blunt, you are in a unique position to hurt him far worse than I ever could.”
“And how’s that?” Yamcha couldn’t help but get excited. This was exactly the sort of thing he was hoping for! …until Vegeta spat out-
“Seduce him.”
“WAIT. WHAT?!”
End Chapter One: Power Is Yet Unknown
Author’s note: So yeah this fic destroyed my writer’s block and just… flowed out and became the longest and possibly best thing I’ve wrote in ages and has been a great distraction through all the current stress of life. The whole fic is complete in first draft form, I’ll be uploading as I’m editing so probably two or three chapters a week. And again, please go check out the amazing pen.lilixeesketche on insta, not just for the flawless Icejin Yamcha design that inspired all this, but also for super cute Yamza and some nice OCs! And share my love with Pen please, I don’t have an insta account so I can’t do it myself. That said I had a friend who does ask and got permission to use the design for this fic, remember kids, ALWAYS credit artists and your inspiration. Don’t be a jerk.