After Being Reincarnated as Yamcha - Prologue

Battle of Destiny, Yamcha vs Perfect Cell!

In a remote region away from prying eyes a group of fighters stares at the greatest enemy they have ever faced. A threat from the future that blindsided them more than once, until he decided to hang the destiny of the world on the result of a martial arts tournament.

The name of this threat to the world is Perfect Cell. To oppose his cruelty a group of martial artists stand against the creature, and their names are Son Goku and his son Son Gohan, his friend and fellow student of the legendary Kamesenin Krillin, the former assassins Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu, the Namekian warrior and son of the infamous demon king Piccolo, the Sayan prince Vegeta, the warrior from the future Trunks, and finally…

“Mister Satan will be the first, and likely only, challenger to step up against the monster Cell, ladies and gentlemen! You, watching from the safety of your home, are about to witness history in the making!”

The man named Mister Satan takes off his cape and flexes his muscles for the accompanying cameraman, giving the audience a winning smile. “Don’t worry people of Earth, because Mister Satan is here!” He takes a powerful step into the ring, but he’s stopped by a hand holding his shoulder.

“You shouldn’t go,” a new voice said to Mister Satan, “that’s not an opponent that you can defeat. After all, Cell is stronger than the Mercenary Tao.” The mention of Tao Paipai’s business name stops Mister Satan in his tracks, cold sweat running down the large man’s back. Mister Satan turns to see who stopped him, and he finds none other than “Erlang Shen” Yamcha, one of his fellow World Martial Arts Champions, alongside Tien Shinhan and Son Goku.

“Yamcha, you’re here!” Goku and his friends yell in surprise at seeing their friend’s sudden arrival.

“Sorry guys, it took me a while to come back from training. Don’t worry, I will take care of this.”

“Hey, Yamcha,” Perfect Cell calls from the arena, “good to see you here! Looking good! Where have you been?”

“Oh, just doing a supply run.” Yamcha points to a table behind his friends containing a spread of food, drinks, a rice cooker, and capsules containing other items in case it’s needed. “Bought some food, drinks, and towels for the fight.”

“What, since when he did do that?” Vegeta yells in surprise at the implied show of speed.

“And just like that, you contributed to his fight more than Vegeta.” Perfect Cell comments, complimenting Yamcha while putting down Vegeta in the same sentence.

“Someone has to pick up the slack, you know?” Yamcha says while stepping into the ring, surprising Cell.

“Wait, is this happening? Are you going to fight against me? Because no offense Yamcha, you’re no Namekian, no Android, and no Sayan.”

Yamcha crosses the distance between himself and his opponent, a confident smirk on his lips. “We will see about that.”

Perfect Cell towers his opponent, but Yamcha doesn’t back down from the challenge. Both fighters stare at each other for several heartbeats until an explosion of violence happens. To Mister Satan and the general audience watching the fight, the two fighters disappeared from view, but to the other martial artists present an impressive battle started!

Both fighters traded blows, hitting each other with a punch to the face, but Yamcha recovered faster by twisting his neck upon the moment of impact and dispersing the power of the blow. Yamcha kicks Cell in his armored stomach to send him away, but his opponent expects the attack and disappears from view. Cell reappears behind Yamcha faster than his senses can track, making the human fighter appear standing still, and Cell hits the man with a powerful punch meant to destroy the fighter’s spine.

The attack passes through an afterimage illusion while Yamcha reappears above Cell, hitting the creature with a haymaker from the air. This attack also hits an afterimage illusion. This exchange of near-fatal blows and fake-outs continues across the arena, leaving several ghost images made of Ki picked up for those with the right senses until both fighters break their clash apart. Cell barely skips across the ground from the exchange, while Yamcha ends up near the edge of the arena.

With cold determination, Yamcha walks towards Cell once more, and the creature spreads his arms in mockery. “Oh, are you approaching me? Knowing the disparity of our powers, you still choose to approach me?”

“I can’t beat your face without getting closer,” Yamcha admits.

“Very well then, go ahead. Get as close as you need.”

Yet again, both fighters stand face-to-face within striking distance, but this time Yamcha breaks the stalemate by punching first, his attack somehow coming outside Cell's senses. Yamcha presses the advantage with a combo of punches and kicks that keeps pushing Cell back into the Arena. The self-proclaimed Perfect Being tries to rush behind Yamcha in a burst of Ki, but Yamcha anticipates the maneuver catching his opponent into a violent throw into the ground. Cell’s back hits a barrier stronger than the stone floor set up by Yamcha, the unexpected ground strong enough to withstand the impact and allowing Cell to kick back into the air.

Yamcha catches Cell in midair and throws him back into the center of the area in an arch, jumping after the monster. The bio android tries to realign himself, but a strong energy ball hits him on the back, stunning him long enough for Yamcha to cross the distance. However, instead of engaging in hand-to-hand, Yamcha summons energy blades from the air away from himself, the Spirit Blades cutting and slashing at the powerful monster from all directions, until a large wolf head made of Ki slams Cell into the ground, hitting Cell into a sturdy energy barrier again.

Cell stands up, clearing his lip and using his Namekian regeneration to close his wounds and regrow his lost pieces, annoyance written on the Bioandroid.

“Oh, so you learned a few tricks? I’m impressed Yamcha. I thought you had peaked at high school, but looks like you’re stronger than expected.” Cell creates an energy disk similar to the Kienzan from Krillin, but instead of a single energy disk, there are many hovering near Cell. “But I also have a few tricks myself!”

Cell throws the first energy disk, but instead of dodging the attack, Yamcha catches the attack with his bare hands, throwing it back at the incoming energy attacks. “Oh?” Cell exclaims upon witnessing the feat.

Yamcha cleans up almost all attacks using this technique until a single disk remains. Instead of dodging the returned attack, Cell also catches the energy disk and throws it back at Yamcha. The pair play a deadly game of frisbee, slowly approaching each other until Cell tries to break the stalemate by blasting at Yamcha’s face, but the human warrior summons a Spirit Sword slashing at the energy disk, Cell, and the incoming blast.

Cell doesn’t blink, his arm regrowing in an instant to catch Yamcha in the mouth. The Bioandriod holds Yamcha in the face and starts kneeing him on the ribs, Yamcha doing his best to defend himself from the assault until he catches the larger opponent's leg and sweeps his feet.

Cell falls to the ground into a breakdance tornado, the speed of his movement and the power of his Ki damaging Yamcha despite blocking the onslaught. Then the situation reverses as a large energy wolf head bites on Cell from behind, quickly followed by an energy wolf pack rushing at Cell from the front. The Bioandroid dissipates all energy constructs with a burst of Ki, but a powerful punch hits him in the face, breaking the monster’s nose and sending him away.

From this brief exchange Cell accumulated several cuts and deep bite marks across his body, while Yamcha feels the bruises accumulated from the exchange.

Cell calmly recomposes himself and stares at Yamcha in amusement.

“You’re way stronger than you were supposed to be, wolf boy. Hitting the gym lately?”

“The same goes for you,” Yamcha asks in an unconcerned tone, “I can tell that you are still hiding your strength, despite your Ki being as strong as Gohan’s.” That admission surprises Goku and the rest of his friends. “How did you accomplish that in seven days?”

The Bioandroid smirks. “I trained all day for the whole week.”

Yamcha nods as if expecting that answer. “I am confident in my ability to defeat you, but it’s hard to deal with two Infinite Ki Generator Cores as I am now. How about this, let’s declare this a draw and you stop being a genocidal prick.”

Everyone turns and looks at Yamcha, questioning his sanity. Cell, on the other hand, laughs at the audacity of the offer.

“Oh boy, that was funny. I like your funny words, funny man.” Perfect Cell takes a deep breath to recompose himself. “That means no, by the way.”

“Worth a try. By the way Cell, do you know who else is funny?” Yamcha teleports to Perfect Cell with Instant Transmission, placing his hand hand on the monster's chest. “My mom!”

“What-”

“Fusion Break!”

Cell feels a powerful impact on his chest, but Yamcha doesn’t use force in his attack. By mastering Spirit Control, Yamcha becomes capable of utilizing all sorts of exotic attacks that can ignore or overcome the disparity in power between Yamcha and his opponents, with his Spirit Ball being an earlier example of Spirit Control. According to the Yardratians, Yamcha is a prodigy at Spirit Control, and the human warrior quickly mastered all the techniques they had to offer. One such technique was Fusion Break, an attack that forcefully breaks apart any form of fusion state in a fighter.

Perfect Cell Ki becomes unstable, and Yamcha is careful not to touch the monster until the transformation is undone. Despite the vast potential that Cell possesses and the immense power he holds, Yamcha manages to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat.

“Ha ha, Yamcha did it again!” Krilin shouts in joy. Whenever the group would face an impossible challenge, a fight against an overwhelming enemy, Yamcha’s plans, schemes, and craftiness managed to carry the day. While the former bandit didn’t always land the killing blow, he was always there to save the day.

“Watch out for Cell energy,” Piccolo warns the group, “his transformation is unstable. If you jump in now you might set him off and risk blowing up the planet.”

Goku is glad that his friend managed to pull another impossible win, and wants to spar against the returned Yamcha once this whole incident is over. Gohan is relieved that he doesn’t need to fight, and is glad that the world will be peaceful once more. Vegeta grips his fist until it draws blood, feeling humiliated by the human fighter who had the audacity of defeating a major enemy with “underhanded tricks,” and Trunks is caught off guard, wondering if Yamcha had survived to the future things would be different.

Yamcha doesn’t lower his guard, knowing that it won’t end as easy as it looks, with a faint Ki becoming clear to his senses.

“Goku,” Yamcha calls one of his earliest friends in this world, “make sure to keep up with Gohan’s training but also make sure to enjoy your time with your precious family. Gohan, it’s fine for you to shy away from the responsibility of saving the world at your age, but as someone with a great amount of power you also have great responsibility to use it for good.”

“Yamcha?” Krillin questions his friend's odd speech, “What’s wrong? You’re scaring me, buddy.”

“Krillin,” Yamcha continues, “keep being yourself and one day you will be rewarded, but don’t slack off on your training. Try to be smarter about it instead.”

“Tien, Chiaotzu, I hope you two succeed with your new martial arts school and you grow stronger as a result.”

“Nail, Piccolo, Kami, I’m glad we met and became friends along the way. I will never forget you.”

“Trunks, say hi to your mother for me, and tell her I wish her happiness in the future free of Androids.”

“Vegeta,” Yamcha pauses, turning back to the man, “take care of Bulma.”

Cell Ki flares once more and it looks like he’s about to puke, but instead, something is expelled from his retracted tail on his back. A small, cyan-colored creature that resembles Cell falls into the ground possessing most of the monster's power, and without saying anything it flies away. Yamcha quickly follows it, leaving behind a weakened Perfect Cell for the other martial artists to defeat.

The anomalous Cell Jr. and Yamcha battle away from prying eyes while Goku and his friends have to deal with a confused but still powerful Perfect Cell, as history intended.

Eventually, on a planet far away, the battle between the aberrant Cell Jr. and Yamcha draws to a close. The planet is in tatters, with Yamcha standing victories over his fallen enemy, himself half-dead from the massive injuries sustained during the fight. The human fighter looks up, roaring his indignation to the heavens.

“Are you entertained yet!”

Looking over a crystal ball, the god of destruction Beerus looks smug at his brother Champa. “That’s another win for me. With this, I won our bet.”

“No! I don’t accept it! Best of fifty-five!”

“Oh yeah, bring it on!”

Whis sighs at the immaturity of the pair of god of destruction when they should be doing their jobs instead. His sentiments are shared by his fellow angel and caretaker of the 6th Universe god of destruction.

“Since the transmigrated Yamcha won the fight, he’s allowed to leave.” Whis declares to the pair of gods before glancing at the soul departing to its rightful world, “I hope you become an interesting figure in the future, whoever you are.”

…

A young man wakes up in a hospital bed, gasping for air. He looks left and right, realizing that he’s back to his world. Without wasting time, he sits on the bed and meditates on his Ki, desperately holding on to the feeling of power he grew accustomed to these past years. He doesn’t move except for breathing, focusing inwards.

Several minutes pass until the young man smirks holding a small ball of energy in his hand.

“I’m not going to return to a normal life, ever again.” He says before falling back into the bed with a smile on his face, allowing sleep to claim him.