Dragon ball parallel Universe.
Age 755, August 10th.
East City.
Yamcha gazed at himself in the mirror and touched his face.
It was a face without a scar, wearing an orange Turtle School Martial Arts uniform, tightly bound by a blue belt, with a relatively lean and capable physique.
As someone who had read the original dragon ball story, he instantly understood his current situation.
He had transmigrated!
Glancing at the calendar nearby and combining it with the fused memories of both sides, Yamcha knew.
It was now two years after the 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament, King Piccolo had been eliminated, and Piccolo Jr.
was only two years old…
The legend truly belonging to Super Saiyan Son Goku had not yet begun.
But immediately afterward, a chill shot straight to his crown!
“I actually became… Yamcha!”
“This is bad!”
Everyone knew that Yamcha was the most tragic character in dragon ball, bar none.
Throughout the entire show, not only did he have no standout performances, but as the first man with his own exclusive BGM, his battles always resulted in more losses than wins, and in the series, he was either dying or on the way to dying.
If he made no changes, his subsequent life trajectory would be:
Pretending to Cultivate diligently while actually traveling around the world, and then at the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament, losing to the god-possessed old man “Immortal,” failing to even make it into the top eight.
Several years later, when the Saiyans invaded Earth, he would die at the hands of the Saibamen, turning into a meme mocked by the entire internet for years!
Fine.
Actually, if one were a bit thick-skinned, this wouldn’t be such a big deal.
But as time passed, although Yamcha luckily survived the Frieza Saga and Cell Saga, he officially withdrew from the main cast’s combat sequence and couldn’t be of much help.
By the time of the Majin Buu Saga and dragon ball Super, he completely gave up and retired.
Even for the Tournament of Power, Master Roshi was sent out, and no one ever considered Yamcha.
Sigh, at this point, the legend of the generation’s ‘God of Tea’ completely came to an end.
Drifting along until the end, not to mention his girlfriend Bulma being stolen away, even the title of’strongest earthling’ didn’t belong to him.
“Bastard!”
“Absolutely not! I, Yamcha, will never let such a tragic thing happen!”
The reborn Yamcha clenched his fists.
Right at this moment, that lifesaving mechanical voice rang out in his mind.
[strongest earthling system Activated]
[Host: Yamcha]
[Power Level: 168]
[Race: Earth (Bound)]
[Skills: New Wolf Fang Fist, Spirit Ball, Kamehameha, Turtle School Martial Arts…]
[Main Quests: 1: I, Yamcha, will never become a meme. 2: World Martial Arts Tournament Champion.]
Yamcha looked around at the System panel in his mind, his heartbeat accelerating.
A Power Level of 168.
This number was considered top-tier among Earthlings.
But in the Saiyan Saga a few years later, it wouldn’t even be qualified to carry Raditz’s shoes, and even mass-produced goods like the Saibamen could sneak-attack and blow Yamcha to death.
You must know that Raditz’s official Power Level was 1,500.
Nappa’s was 4,000.
Vegeta’s was 18,000.
Not to mention those Saiyans, at the upcoming 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament, Son Goku’s Power Level was already close to 350, and Tien Shinhan was around 230 as well.
If he still had the same Power Level as in the original story, he probably wouldn’t even make it into the top eight.
“System, what are the specific details of the quests?”
[Main Quest One: I, Yamcha, Will Never Become a Meme]
[Quest Requirement: Age 761, Saiyans invade Earth, powerful martial artists rise up to fight back, but Yamcha ultimately dies from the self-destruction of his lifelong enemy (the Saibamen).]
[Quest Objective: Reverse the future, the final battle. In the subsequent campaign against the Saiyans, say the line “Leave the rest to me, Yamcha,” and defeat the Saiyan Prince, Vegeta, with the most arrogant posture.]
[Rewards: 1. Power Level of 500,000; 2. Instant Transmission (Yardratian Version).]
[Main Quest Two: World Martial Arts Tournament Champion]
[Quest Requirement: Age 755, given that Yamcha has never entered the tournament’s top four, please be sure to win the championship of the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament. This may be your only chance in this lifetime.]
[Rewards: 1. Kaio-ken (Improved Version); 2. fruit of the tree of might × 1]
Yamcha sucked in a breath of cold air.
“The most arrogant posture… defeating Vegeta.”
“Doesn’t this still mean making me die?”
Yamcha looked at those words on the quest panel repeatedly three times.
He closed his eyes, and the image of that Saiyan Prince wearing battle armor and proud to his very bones surfaced in his mind.
A Power Level of 18,000!
That was just the base value when first arriving on Earth; once it erupted during battle, it might be able to increase even more.
Not to mention the innate battle instincts of a Saiyan, which was an existence far surpassing Earthlings.
And right now, he had a Power Level of 168.
The gap wasn’t just a tiny bit; it was more than a hundred times.
Seven years.
From the Saiyan invasion of Earth, he had about seven years left, and the closer 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament was less than a year away.
The pressure was immense!
After all, compared to Saiyans, an Earthling’s limit in Power Level was not worth mentioning.
If one didn’t count the subsequent “dragon ball Super,” the ceiling for ordinary Earth martial artists without any cheat-like enhancements seemed…
Forget it, thinking about these things was too far off.
Right now, there was only one most important problem.
How to raise his own Power Level within a year to the point where he could crush all contestants in the World Martial Arts Tournament.
He roughly remembered the Power Levels of the participants in the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament.
That meant his Power Level had to exceed at least 400 to be certain of securing the championship.
Yamcha stood up, walked to the window, and overlooked the street scene of East City, where traffic shuttled back and forth and pedestrians wove together like a weaver’s shuttle.
His gaze crossed the city’s skyline and cast toward the west.
“Right, dragon ball and the Gravity Chamber!”
Yamcha’s heart stirred.
On his way to Namek, Goku relied on gravity training to raise his Power Level from over 8,000 to 90,000, and later Vegeta also hid inside every day training to death, though unfortunately it didn’t work as well for him.
Even so, the Gravity Chamber still played a crucial role in the early and Middle Stages.
However, there was simply no such thing on Earth right now!
Yamcha suddenly had a flash of inspiration—he had it, Bulma was his girlfriend.
In the original story, the relationship between Yamcha and Bulma was maintained from the early stage of dragon ball until after the Saiyan Saga before completely collapsing.
At this moment, the two of them were still in the stage of “although they often argued, they were still together.”
Behind Bulma was Capsule Corp, the top technological power on the entire Earth.
If he could persuade her to manufacture a gravity training device in advance.
Even if it were only fivefold or tenfold gravity, that would be a qualitative leap for his Cultivate at the current stage!
Yamcha picked up his phone and flipped to Bulma’s number.
His finger paused, hovering above the screen.
He understood Bulma’s temper.
Because of the threat from the future Piccolo Jr., he, Tien Shinhan, and others had been out Cultivate and hadn’t returned to West City for almost a year.
Yamcha thought about it and still dialed the phone.
It rang three times.
“Hello, Yamcha! You actually took the initiative to call me?”
“Did the sun rise from Korin Tower?” On the other end of the phone, Bulma’s voice carried her habitual sarcasm.
“Bulma, I want to treat you to dinner.”
“…”
There was silence for two seconds.
“Yamcha, are you not running a fever?”
“No, I recently thought of a new Cultivate method and need some… technological help. You are the prettiest and smartest person I know, so…”
“Alright, alright, stop buttering me up, it sounds rather sickening.”
Bulma interrupted him, but her tone noticeably softened, “When are you coming?”
“Tomorrow night, Dawang Street in West City, that restaurant you like best.”
“Fine, but you’re treating, remember? Last time you made me pay the bill, I remember that.”
The phone hung up.
Yamcha let out a long breath.
Step one, done.
He turned and walked toward the bed, preparing to pack his luggage.
Wait.
Yamcha suddenly stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing tightly.
In his mind, the memories that had originally been passing like a revolving lantern suddenly seemed to have been pressed with a pause button.
Something wasn’t quite right.
The plot of this dragon ball world was a bit chaotic!
He hadn’t thought about it carefully just now, but at this moment he closed his eyes and carefully reviewed the fused memories of both sides.
Th-th-this…
The King Piccolo incident from two years ago turned out to have a process slightly different from the original story.
In this Yamcha’s memory, King Piccolo hadn’t gathered all the dragon ball to restore his youth at all!
At that time, Master Roshi stepped forward bravely and executed the forbidden ultimate technique “Evil Containment Wave,” intending to Seal King Piccolo in one fell swoop.
In the original story, Master Roshi missed, but in this Universe, he actually succeeded!