Dragon Ball: Counterattack Yamucha

Chapter 101 The first meeting with Gohan (5500 words)
"I hope so..."

Immortal Karin nodded, now there is no other way but to improve his own strength.

Yamcha is correct, even if it is notified to the gods, it will not help.

Then he asked again:

"Does Wukong know about this?"

Yamucha shook his head, then said:

"Wukong doesn't have time to practice now, and his child seems to be born soon."

"What? So fast?"

Immortal Karin and Yaqi Luobei were shocked, they didn't know about it.

"Wukong is so fast? He even wants to have a child?"

Yaki Lobe's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.

The last time I saw him, Wukong was still a child, and he didn't expect that he was about to become a father now.

"I see."

The big white cat swayed its belly and approached.

He stared at Yamcha and asked:
"What do you think of Piccolo?

He is very powerful, if we can influence him, at least let him stand on the same ground as us.

Maybe that will relieve our stress a lot. "

Immortal Carlin hit up Piccolo's idea.

He felt that if Piccolo was included, their chances of victory would be greatly improved.

After all, Piccolo's strength is obvious to all.

"hey-hey"

Yamcha grinned.

His white teeth were exposed, and his eyes were quite playful.

Karin's face froze, it was the first time he had seen Yamcha's expression, and he asked in a low voice:
"what happened?"

"Pick, he'll definitely be on our side.

He is the kind of arrogant guy who will definitely think about defeating Wukong and me and then rule the world, and he will naturally be with us when the time comes. "

Yamcha said confidently:

"Even if he doesn't like it, I can use the original bet to force him."

Immortal Karin's expression became extremely strange.

bet?

But he didn't delve too deeply into it.

Because of Piccolo's current strength, he is far less powerful than Yamcha.

Naturally, there is no need to worry.

After saying goodbye to Immortal Kalin, Yamcha returned to Bulma's home.

Yamcha didn't come back until two months after going out to practice, so Bulma couldn't help but want to blame him.

But as soon as the words came to his lips, they turned into sweet words, and Bulma felt that he could not leave him in this life.

"Yamcha, let's get married!"

Bulma snuggled into Yamcha's arms, she suddenly put her arms around Yamcha's neck and said.

"Row."

Yamcha did not refuse, but readily agreed to Bulma.

"It's so kind of you!"

This made Bulma so excited that she hugged and kissed Yamcha excitedly.

"But... now I don't want to have a wedding."

Bulma feels a headache when she thinks of the cumbersome wedding.

"Then make it up when you think about it."

Yamcha put her big arms around Bulma's shoulders, and pressed her face against her hair.

Time flies, two months passed quickly.

There are still four years until the Saiyans come to Earth.

In the time spent together, Yamucha cherishes this peaceful and warm time, after all, it is the only time he can rest so far.

"Is the practice going to start again?"

Bulma frowned and let out a clear voice.

At this time, Yamucha was arranging his clothes. He put on his wrist guards neatly, and the exercise clothes set off his body very well.

"Ah, it's almost time to rest."

Yamcha turned to Bulma and said with a smile:
"If the body stops practicing, its strength will regress."

Hearing Yamcha's words, Bulma was silent for a while.

"Are you hiding something from me?"

Bulma asked suddenly.

Then she stared nervously at Yamcha's eyes, for fear of missing a detail.

"how could be."

Yamcha's tone was gentle, with a smile in his eyes.

Then he stepped forward and lifted Bulma's messy hair and put it behind her ears.

"Stop thinking about it."

"Well, I just...don't want you to keep something from me."

Bulma stared at Yamcha for a long time with eyes like autumn water, and she breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was nothing abnormal.

The uneasiness in my heart disappeared.

She didn't want Yamcha to bear too much pressure alone, just like what happened to Piccolo.

Bulma hoped that Yamcha would tell herself that she would share a little worry for him.

Even Bulma herself hadn't noticed that she would have such a big change.

Yamcha lightly kissed Bulma on the forehead, then turned around and led Bulma's hand to the door.

"I'll be back to see you often."

After parting with Bulma, Yamcha flew directly to the east.

He estimated the time, thinking that it should be almost there.

Gohan should have just been born at this time, so he wanted to visit him.

"what!"

suddenly.

Yamcha felt a very familiar aura behind him, rapidly approaching his position.

Yamcha stopped, her eyes surprised.

"This is... Piccolo?"

Piccolo's breath has strengthened a lot, much more refined than the last time he saw him.

Yamucha said with a smile:
"Ha...ha! This guy is surprising me more and more."

He guessed that Piccolo had discovered him, so he thought of chasing him and preparing to fight again.

"I don't have time right now, I'm still waiting to meet Gohan."

Yamcha looked into the distance, he said to himself.

In my heart, I complained:
It depends on whether you dare to follow me or not, Nanny of the Sun family.

Thinking of this, Yamucha showed joy on his face.

He turned around immediately, a strong cyclone gushed out of his body.

Push away the air and fly away at full speed, galloping towards Wukong's home.

Fifteen minutes after Yamcha left, Piccolo appeared in place.

His face was strange, and the cloak behind him kept fluttering in the wind.

murmured in a low voice:
"Why did Yamcha stop for a while and then run away?
Is he scared? "

Thinking of this, a look of ecstasy suddenly appeared on Piccolo's face, he clenched his fists and shouted:
"Hmph! It must be so.

He wasn't sure he could win me, so he thought about retreating without a fight. "

Suddenly, the breath in Piccolo's body rioted.

The body shape is like an afterimage, and it changes into a stream of light in an instant.

He could only see the flames dragging behind him, and in the blink of an eye, he saw a black dot disappearing into the sky.

"Ha ha ha ha!
Yamucha, you would never have imagined the new move I developed this time! "

Piccolo's eyes were arrogant, and his smug laughter echoed in the sky.

"I will kill you this time!"

At this time, Yamcha, who was far away in the sky, also felt Piccolo's breath.

Piccolo is moving fast!
Thinking of this, Yamcha grinned.

Suddenly, he also started to accelerate, and the invisible wings behind him suddenly turned into streamers, wrapping his body tightly.

-

East, Goku's home.

The young baby was carefully held by the woman lying on the bed. The more she looked at it, the happier she was, and her eyes were full of love.

This is her and Goku's child.

"Wukong, what is a better name for him?"

Qiqi raised her head, her beautiful eyes were bent into crescent moons, and she was smiling.

Standing by the side of the bed were two men, the bloated and tall one was the Bull Demon King, who was Qiqi's father.

As for the other one, it is naturally Wukong.

Wukong bent down and looked at the child in Qiqi's arms.

The child has the same tail as he did when he was a child.

Originating from the blood connection, memories inexplicably popped up in his mind.

It directly touched the softest part of his heart, making him think of his grandfather, the old man who adopted him.

"Let's call him Gohan from now on. If Grandpa didn't adopt me, I wouldn't be able to survive."

Wukong stretched out his hand to take the baby from Qiqi, raised it up and said:
"Son, you will be called Sun Wufan from now on!"

"Son Gohan?"

Qiqi chanted the name, and then a flower-like smile bloomed on her face.

Wukong's family was celebrating the birth of a child, and suddenly Wukong felt two familiar auras.

One far and one near.

Wukong's eyes were lowered, he could feel it.

The one that is near is Yamcha, and the one that is farther away is like Piccolo.

Wukong thought to himself:

Is Yamcha fighting Piccolo?
The anger of the two of them became stronger!
The fighting spirit in Wukong's heart suddenly began to erupt. He also practiced during this year, but there was not much time.

Because of Qiqi's pregnancy, as a husband, he must stay by his wife's side.

Fortunately, his father-in-law, the Bull Demon King, would visit and take care of him from time to time, which gave Wukong some very short time to practice.

"Eh? Yamcha's Qi has changed direction."

Wukong thought in surprise:
Does he not want Piccolo to know I'm here?
Wukong knew very well that Yamcha came to see his son Gohan.

Because Yamucha came here half a year ago and knew that Qiqi was pregnant.

At that time, he calculated the approximate time of the child's birth, and promised to come to visit when the time came.

Looking at the time now, the time is not bad, almost exactly the same as what Yamucha said.

Forget it, let them fight first, Yamucha has his own measure.

Wukong suppressed the desire to fight in his heart.

At present, he can still distinguish between priorities and family is the most important thing to him.

Now that he can't go out to fight and practice, he doesn't want to take the initiative to get involved in this matter.

Yamcha had a playful look on his face at this time, he stood in mid-air and waited for Piccolo to arrive here.

At this moment, Yamcha is about 10 minutes away from where Wukong is.

Yamcha and Wukong don't care, they regard Piccolo as an opponent who can fight, but Qiqi and the others don't think so.

Their own people knew the identity of Piccolo, the great devil who once endangered the world.

About 10 minutes later, Piccolo arrived.

His figure froze in mid-air.

"What? Don't you run away?"

After seeing Yamcha, Piccolo's tone was extremely serious.

At this moment, he had already begun to gear up, twisting his neck to move his muscles and bones.

"I don't want to fight you right now."

Yamcha was a little helpless, he smiled lightly and said:

"But you've come, so I'll have another fight with you."

Listening to Yamcha's tone, Piccolo could hear the confidence contained in it.

Piccolo frowned coldly and said:
"Hehe, when did you become so arrogant.

This is not like you. "

Yamcha didn't want to say more, he scanned the ground a few times.

Although this is an open plain, there are still a few families below.

"This is not suitable for fighting, go to a place farther away."

Yamcha shook his head.

This time Piccolo looked very confident, and Yamcha really felt that extremely powerful force.

If they fight here, I'm afraid it will hurt Chi Yu.

"Whatever you want, I'm curious why you came here so far."

Piccolo folded his arms and looked around.

Suddenly, he remembered a figure.

Immediately afterwards, the corners of Piccolo's mouth rose.

"So that's it, I know, Monkey King should be around here."

Piccolo had a serious look in his eyes, and he only now understood why Yamcha stopped moving forward.

"Is that guy coming too?"

"You talk too much."

Yamcha ignored Libike and flew in the opposite direction of Wukong's house.

He knew that there was a very vast lake in front of him, which was very suitable for them to fight.

After a while, Piccolo followed Yamcha to the destination.

The dark lake water is connected to the distant sky, and the water surface is wrinkled by the breeze.

It seems extremely quiet here.

"I know you must have made new discoveries in your practice, but I don't really want to fight with you right now."

Yamcha shook her wrist, and a high-pitched voice sounded.

He wanted to make a quick decision, otherwise he would be late and there would be no food for him.

"Hehe, I'll let you see how powerful I am than the Great Demon King later."

Piccolo sneered.

He took off the cloak on his body, and then took off the weight jacket.

Seeing that Piccolo was so serious, Yamcha couldn't help but feel unbearable.

He didn't want to fight against Piccolo now, he thought about pretending to be invincible for a while and just dodge him.

But Piccolo's eagerness to try made him feel a lot of pressure, what if Piccolo wouldn't let him go?
While Yamcha was thinking, Piccolo had already released the huge power in his body.

The generated force made the lake under his feet extremely noisy, and the sound of crashing water was colliding.

As if being blown by a huge strong wind, waves rolled up one after another.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Piccolo is really unexpected, his rapid breath adjustment has become more and more complete.

Now his strength has been increased by nearly four times, which is unbelievable. "

Yamcha could see clearly the flow of breath in Piccolo's body.

He concentrated the breath of his whole body to one point, only when he was fighting, the power he produced would be so huge.

Of course, Piccolo's move is also extremely taxing on the body.

But he wasn't going to fight Piccolo.

Yamcha he urged the flow of thought to flow, filling and flowing the breath in the body.

call!
Exuberant breath gushes out, forming a cyclone around his body.

The strong wind rustled and made a violent sound.

Seeing the breath of Yamcha rising, Piccolo grinned fiercely, and his figure turned into an afterimage in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, there is a sudden urgency.

call--

Like a hurricane.

Piccolo moved to the top of Yamcha's head almost instantly.

boom!
Immediately there was a loud noise.

Piccolo picked up his arms and beat Yamcha down hard.

This is far from enough!

Immediately afterwards, Piccolo swung a blazing and huge qigong wave, aiming at the place where Yamcha fell.

boom--!
The unparalleled impact caused the entire lake to churn and turmoil.

Suddenly, a wave of unprecedented madness broke out on the Great Lake.

The momentum is huge, and the scene is quite shocking.

Yamcha, who was shot down to the bottom of the water, was unscathed.

From the bottom of the water through the dark lake, he looked towards the location of Piccolo's breath.

I secretly said:

Waiting is your move.

Suddenly, Yamcha released a qigong bomb from the palm of his hand, and stayed where he was.

Then he used Qi to create ten clones, and lowered the breath of his own body to freezing point, without leaking a trace.

Finally, he swam away quickly towards the distance.

"Huh? What is Yamucha doing? It's been so long since he came up, the trick just now can only be indifferent to him."

Piccolo stared at the gradually calming lake water, doubts arose in his heart.

At this time, Yamucha at the bottom of the water had already swam far away, and he let out the breath in his mouth.

Stretch out your palm and lift your fingers up.

The qigong that stayed in place came out of the water with a bang.

This time, Piccolo just waved his hand lightly to fend off Yamcha's qigong bullet.

Piccolo looked displeased, and he said to himself:
"Hehe, useless work... what is this guy thinking about?"

Suddenly, at the moment when the qigong bomb was thrown away, dozens of figures sprang out from the lake.

He couldn't see clearly, and attacked Piccolo at an extremely fast speed.

After Piccolo saw this scene, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Surprised in my heart:
what happened! ?
There are actually ten? !

When Piccolo was surprised, the offensive of the ten Yamcha was approaching.

Piccolo had no choice but to passively fight with them. He recognized this trick, and Tianjin Fan had used it before.

"He can do this..."

Piccolo immediately rejected the idea.

He hesitated:
"No, these avatars of his have no breath, and are different from Tianjin Fan's moves."

The avatar of Tianjin Fan can feel Qi.

Suddenly, Piccolo was taken aback.

and many more!

With a lightning-like mental change, Piccolo seemed to be enlightened,
His expression changed drastically, and anger instantly occupied his face.

As if squeezed out of teeth, he said:
"Bastard! He actually ran away! Using a clone to fool me!?"

Only then did Piccolo come to his senses, and the breath of Yamcha disappeared unknowingly.

"He must have thought about everything underwater! First use the qigong bomb to attract my attention, and use the avatar as a smoke bomb. He must have left secretly!"

hateful!

Piccolo looked at the clones who were approaching in front of him, and his heart became even more angry.

Boom——!
Raising his hand, he released a strong breath, sweeping across the counterfeit Yamu tea made with air.

Yamcha, who had already sneaked ashore already felt Piccolo's breath floating.

Instead of flying, he ran on the ground on foot.

If he was flying in the air, he would definitely be noticed by Piccolo, and then Piccolo would come to fight with him again.

"Hey, you can find it here slowly."

Yamcha covered his body with rocks, and looked at Piccolo in mid-air with playful eyes.

After finishing speaking, he lifted his body and jumped several times between the rocks.

Within half a minute, no one was there.

When he arrived at Wukong's house, it was already half an hour later.

"Hahaha! Long time no see Wukong!"

"Yamcha is here."

Seeing Yamcha alone, Wukong probably knew what had happened.

He shook off Piccolo, otherwise it would have been impossible to end the fight so quickly.

Wukong could feel the qi released between them, Yamcha must have used some means.

Goku pointed to Gohan who was held in Kiki's arms and said:

"My son, Son Gohan."

"Good name!"

Yamcha's eyes were full of surprise, until he saw the baby's tail hanging down.

"Forehead……"

"What's wrong, Yamcha?"

Seeing Yamcha's complexion suddenly changed, Wukong was a little puzzled and said:
"Gohan's tail is exactly the same as when I was a child."

"I think it's better to remove it."

Yamcha was hesitant to say it, because he thought that if Gohan had a tail, then with his strongest talent, he might be able to become another form of Super Saiyan.

However, Gohan doesn't seem to be able to control his great ape transformation, even his father Goku.

"Wait until he grows up."

At this moment, Wukong remembered that the god had said similar words, and then he took off his tail.

He also said that he wanted the moon pushed away by Yamcha to return to the earth.

"It doesn't matter, it's up to you."

Yamcha also thinks that it can be kept for now.

Anyway, there will be a nanny to take care of it in the future, so he doesn't have to worry about it.

Yamcha didn't know that the nanny he was talking about was looking at a few people on the hill not far away.

Piccolo wrapped his arms around him, restraining his breath so that Yamcha and Wukong didn't notice his approach.

Piccolo's extraordinary eyesight allowed him to see clearly.

The baby who was still in its infancy had the same tail as Monkey King when he was a child.

"Hehe, it turns out he is Monkey King's son, no wonder Yamcha has worked so hard."

How clever Piccolo is, you can understand when you think about Yamcha's abnormal behavior.

He thought quietly after Yamcha left, remembering the position where Yamcha flew in a straight line before.

"It seems that I will find an opportunity in the future to snatch his son and train him to be a demon warrior!

When the time comes, let their father and son kill each other! "

Piccolo couldn't help admiring his cruel and cold-blooded plan, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, making a very weird sneer.

"Hehehehehe!
I really want to see their expressions of despair and grief! "

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(End of this chapter)