Dragon Ball: I, Yamcha, am the strongest in the universe

Chapter 1 I x Leping x Yamcha

In the year 746 of the Ai Ji era, the cold north wind kept whistling past, like a sharp blade scratching people's faces. What came into view was the endless desert, with rocks eroded by the wind and sand like deformed children standing in a forest. Occasionally, a group of black tumbleweeds rolled by.

There is nothing but endless yellow sand and strange rocks around, and even insects and small animals are very rare. Even the most evil real estate developers would not spend time and energy to develop here.

Desolation and loneliness are synonymous with this area.

This is an unknown desert area located hundreds of miles away from the foot of the famous and legendary Flaming Mountain.

According to legend, there lived here a fearsome desert bandit who killed people without blinking an eye. He specialized in robbing passers-by of their property and was extremely greedy. He committed all kinds of evil, such as burning, killing, and looting. He would even pluck the feathers of a wild goose that flew by.

In the western area of ​​the desert, there is a huge strange rock that is more than one circle larger than the other stone forests. It stands out like a crane among chickens and is very eye-catching.

Like other strange rocks, this huge stone is also riddled with holes. The difference is that the holes on the huge stone do not seem to be formed naturally, but have traces of artificial creation, like windows one after another.

This huge strange rock is indeed not formed naturally. Through the gaps in its holes, one can vaguely see some simple daily necessities placed inside, indicating that there are people living inside.

The four traditional Chinese characters "千锤百炼" (Thousand Hammers and Hundred Refinements) engraved in the center of the strange stone undoubtedly prove this point. The characters cover almost half of the stone from top to bottom.

A boy of about thirteen years old was standing under the huge rock. His long, shiny black hair that would make people envious and his handsome face that would instantly kill most people were enough to make some guys with special fetishes scream, and then cover their chests and shout "Awei is dead".

If it weren't for the slightly regrettable look in the boy's eyes, he could really be considered a handsome and elegant boy.

Although the eyes were resolute, they looked a little dull. Maybe they were not dull in the true sense, but some people's eyes were born like this, with a bit of dead fish eyes and drooping eyes.

The boy had a yellow scarf tied backwards around his neck, and wore only a thin green waistcoat, which was a bit Tang-style. In the middle of the waistcoat was a large and eye-catching word "乐". It was just that he was still wearing such simple clothes in the late autumn when the weather was gradually getting cooler.

I think this boy is not a simple character.

Of course, it could also be because of poverty.

The most abundant animal in the desert is the wolf. The teenagers living there often fight with wolves in the desert. In the repeated fights with the wolves, they mastered a move by imitating the wolves' attack movements.

Its name is.
"Lang Fang Wind Fist!"

With a loud shout, the young man struck a posture, gathering his strength. In a trance, he seemed to hear wolf howls in his ears. Then, a hungry and ferocious wolf seemed to appear behind him, staring at the front with eyes glowing green. It was greedy and ferocious, and would not stop until it tore the opponent to pieces.

If an ordinary person faced such a horrifying scene, he would probably be scared to death at first sight.

Whether it is a pack of wolves or a lone wolf, they are both synonymous with ferocity. Sometimes wolves are even more terrifying than the king of the mountains, the tiger.

The next moment, the young man moved, and swung his hands forward in a grabbing manner, with fierce fist wind whistling continuously. At the same time, the wolf that appeared behind the young man also "moved", it opened its bloody mouth, and let out a loud howl towards the sky, the sound kept echoing in the stone forest, as if countless wolves were responding.

It was as if there was not just one wolf here, but a group of wolves.

And the young boy is the wolf king who commands the four directions.

"This is the Wolf Fang Wind Fist!"

I don’t know how long it took, but when the Wolf Fang Wind Fist was finished, the boy’s body was already soaked with sweat.

"Not enough, this is not enough. Just a mere Wolf Fang Wind Fist makes me tired." The young man muttered to himself, clenching his sore hands.

From his words, we can tell that this young man, who possesses power far superior to that of most ordinary people, is still very dissatisfied with his own strength.

He even regarded the extremely terrifying Wolf Fang Wind Fist as nothing more than a mere trifle.

Not to mention just being able to skillfully use the Wolf Fang Wind Fist, even if his current strength was ten, a hundred, or even a thousand times stronger, and even if he could perform the Wolf Fang Wind Fist to great effect, it would still be nothing compared to the people in his impression.

Those people. Blonde hair. Red hair. Blue hair. Even green hair.
It's too far away.
But not bad.
"Master Yamcha"

Just as the boy was lost in his memories, a sound of intimate and coquettish voice interrupted his thoughts. Then a blue creature that looked like a cat but not a cat, and like a fox but not a fox, flew out from the window of the strange rock while making human voices, and floated to the boy's side.

Yamcha is the boy's name, but it is the name of his second life.

Yes, it is the 'famous' Yamcha in the Dragon Ball world. He is the most handsome male character in the early stage and a supporting role with decent roles. In the middle stage, he becomes cannon fodder. He is famous for his death pose and even became so popular that he was ridiculed by countless people. He is the tragic tea.

The boy is a time traveler. He can't remember how he came here. He only remembers that when he regained consciousness, he became Yamcha, four-year-old Yamcha.

Human beings are very adaptable, and it only took a month for him to adapt. Now, he thinks he is Yamcha.

"It's Poole." Yamcha looked at the blue creature with a pacifier in its mouth, put away his slightly disappointed expression, and said with a slightly gentle smile.

"When did you come back? Is the Transfiguration Kindergarten closed for the holidays?"

"I came back when Master Yamcha was practicing boxing. Today, a bad boy named Wu Long made trouble in class and secretly lifted the teacher's skirt. He was kicked out of the classroom. So the teacher let us go back early."

Poole looked very happy, and kept talking to Yamcha about what happened today. However, his speech was a little unclear because he had a pacifier in his mouth.

Poole is five years old and a student at the South Transfiguration Kindergarten.

The Southern Transformation Kindergarten is an excellent school that only a very small number of beast-type humans can attend. The most famous thing about it is that it teaches a variety of transformation techniques.

In this magical world, in addition to the original humanoids, there are many other humanoid creatures with beast-like appearances, such as tiger-men, wolf-men and even dinosaur-men. They are all called beast-men. They have the same wisdom as humans and live on this land and planet.

It is said that the king of the country where Yamcha is located is a beast-like human with a dog's head and face.

Well, the dog-headed king.

If Yamcha himself was not incapable of learning, he would also like to learn the transformation technique with Poole.

After playing with Poole for a while, I let him rest. After all, he was only a five-year-old kid, and the journey to the desert in the south was exhausting. Even if he was a beast-like human, he was still in the early childhood stage, so he must have been very tired.

After settling Poole, Yamcha prepared his breakfast. The food was a large amount of pickled meat and an even larger amount of steamed bread, which was considered a simple meal in this world where food is relatively developed.

It's not because Yamcha has to work hard to do some hard training. It's just because
No money
After all, Yamcha was only thirteen years old, and many of his money-making tricks were not available. Even if he was a desert bandit and could rob, there were not even birds in this desert area, let alone many travelers. There were quite a few wolves, geckos, and scorpions, and of course, the annoying flies.

Coupled with the previous bizarre rumors about desert bandits, even fewer people passed by here.

In addition, although Yamcha is a robber, he is an extremely principled robber. He does not rob the poor, but only robs the rich to help the poor (himself).

At first glance, robbing the rich to help the poor seems to be very rich, but it is not the case.
"Split the poor's money 70% to 30% and return the rich's money in full" is actually the way of survival for most robbers in this world or in any world.

But Yamcha didn't want to. For him, breaking the bottom line was just a matter of zero and countless times.

His strength is not bad, and the desert area is a barren place. If you can't beat him, just take a detour.
Ever since.
The word "poor" became a true portrayal of him.

There was not a single human hair to be seen in the entire desert area except him.

In addition, the technology tree of this world is a bit crooked, and the overall technological level is even higher than that of Yamcha's previous life. There is also a kind of black technology with space attributes called the universal capsule.

It is even more difficult to get money through other means, mainly because Leping in the previous life and Yamucha in this life are just ordinary people among the countless living beings, and their knowledge reserves are not high.

The pickled meat was made from wild wolves killed by Yamcha. It was woody, smelly and unpalatable.

There is also some scorpion sauce and dried gecko at home, the taste is hard to describe.

But some of it is good to eat.

As he was thinking this, Yamcha swallowed the last bite of the steamed bun.

Then he touched his stomach which was still growling in protest, walked into the kitchen and looked at the little rice left in the jar.

If I have the chance, I will go and hunt an animal to improve my food.

When he thought of eating, Yamcha's eyes gradually became sharp.

For a time traveler struggling for a living, especially in this extremely dangerous world he is currently in, it’s desolate just to think about it.

As for his parents? Yamcha has never seen them since he can remember.
After not drinking the wine or eating the food, Yamcha came to one of the rooms in the strange stone burrow.

There is an object placed in this room, which is the only way to increase strength besides the Wolf Fang Wind Fist that Xia Jiba practices.

(End of this chapter)