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Note: To understand the initial premise of this story, you may have to watch DBZ episode 109: "Z Warriors Prepare"

Thanks to SSJ2 Silven for the beta read!

DBZ: Internal Menace

Chapter One-Divergence

The smell of meat cooking on dirty grease and a pitiful, agonizing scream rang out from inside the gravity machine Dr. Briefs had made. The smell, along with the sound, came from one man-Vegeta. He just ended a call with heiress Bulma Briefs, having told her off for her constant complaining for his health: He was still in his bandages, and his stitches were barely keeping together, but he didn't care. After ending the call, he shot an energy wave and realized that he couldn't bring his hand down:-his whole right arm locked up! His thoughts now focused on his arm, he forgot all about his energy wave; it circled the gravity room menacingly, until it blasted its owner at his back. The pain was excruciating to say the least, and the scream startled everyone in a half a mile radius-except Yamcha. Long after Puar stopped trying to convince him to train; He stood silent, watching Vegeta's progress from outside the gravity machine.

Some lives and destinies can change with a single and simple event. Just one night ago, Yamcha went into the gravity machine while Vegeta laid up in the Brief's home, unconscious from his training injuries. Yamcha experienced gravity at 300% that night, and barely survived. In the universe that you know, the day after Yamcha continued to train within his limits, carefree and stupid, learning absolutely nothing from his experience. In three years' time he will be put in his place…again. But in this story, this universe, a nagging thought became a startling epiphany, and Yamcha realized just how outclassed he was in the grand scheme of things.

"There needs to be a change." Yamcha said to himself, and flew towards the Brief's home. Sensing Bulma was in the kitchen, Yamcha decided to check in on her. When he saw her, he had to stop and just thank Kami for how lucky he is: There she was, sitting at the kitchen table, working on her computer. Style, grace, and beauty-Bulma has it all. Recently, The beautiful heiress had decided to try a new look. A lavender afro adorned on her head, she wore an orange form fitting dress and orange pumps. Yamcha would be the first to admit guilt on not reconnecting with Bulma after his resurrection, and he knew that also, needed to be changed. "Hey babe, did I mention how I love your new look?"

Walking towards her and wrapping his arms around her, Yamcha saw what Bulma was working on: A detailed schematic for saiyan armor... Bulma said nothing upon feeling Yamcha's touch, too focused on the task at hand.

"Bulma?"

"Yes Yamcha I'll check on that blasted Vegeta in a second. I'll just let him think about what he said to me while he's sprawled on the ground." Another, slightly louder scream was heard coming from outside. "He'll live." Bulma muttered.

'Girl has a one track mind' thought Yamcha, recalling how often she spent time yelling at the prince, and complained about him to anyone with ears, and yet her heart is so big that she kept a room for Vegeta to stay in, and always cared for his wellbeing, no matter what. Kissing his girlfriend on her neck, ignoring the faint response, Yamcha headed up to Bulma's room. Right next to her unkempt sty of a bed was the dragon radar, kept in a silver metal case. She wouldn't miss it for a few hours Yamcha convinced himself as he waded through the room as if it was a swamp. Grasping the radar in both hands, Yamcha smiled, feeling proud of himself. Closing the metal box, he turned to Bulma's window and let himself out. Levitating, he looked down to see Bulma at Vegeta's gravity machine; she was probably getting ready to personally give Vegeta a piece of her mind. Still smiling, oblivious to the budding relationship in front of him, Yamcha flew off towards the first dragonball.

Even if he was to summon Shenron a million times, Yamcha doubted he would ever get tired of seeing him. It was a magnificent sight, seeing a large green dragon quite literally appearing out of seven glowing golden orbs. Yamcha knew he wanted no one to know about his wish, so he waited until the dead of night, hours after finding all seven balls. Along with choosing to call the dragon at the wasteland he first met Goku at, Yamcha was sure that no one, even if they were awake, would see the giant beast.

STATE YOUR WISH, MORTAL, SO I MAY RETURN TO MY ETERNAL SLUMBER. Shenron's words echoed into Yamcha's mind, and a mixture of awe, fear, and joy slowly welled up inside of Yamcha. He could barely believe this was happening.

"Y-yes Shenron." Yamcha raised his arms straight into the air, holding them out as if to catch the sky. "Shenron! Listen to me and grant my wish! I wish for…" Yamcha's triumphant yell suddenly stopped. "Uh-um…I wish for…" For thirty seconds, Yamcha said nothing, his mind running through circles of exactly what to wish for.

MAKE YOUR WISH NOW MORTAL, AND STOP WASTING MY TIME. Shenron's words were laced with irritation and his voice rang though Yamcha's body, giving him quite the headache. Yamcha dropped his hands from in the air to on his head, wincing.

"One minute please!" Yamcha said, trying to block out the pain in his head. He felt like kicking his own ass for not thinking ahead… How could he not have come up with a wish! Yamcha knew that things had to change for him so he can help against the Androids, but what exactly should he wish for?

Yamcha immediately said no to a wish for immortality, knowing that living forever would mean nothing if he wasn't strong enough to fight the Androids, and Yamcha still had his pride as a martial artist, so wishing for ultimate strength against any foe was out of the question either. It then hit Yamcha what to wish for, and immediately looked up to the eternally bored dragon.

"Shenron!" Yamcha started. "I wish to learn the knowledge of the universes most formidable technique to use against any foe!" Shenron's eyes glowed, and his words started to echo inside of Yamcha.

ONE MINUTE PLEASE.

Yamcha at first thought the Dragon was cracking a joke, until he felt it. The feel of a mosquito was…biting the side of his brain, and the bite became stronger, and stronger. In a flash Yamcha felt a terrible pain inside his head, as the one mosquito become an angry bee, stinging his brain and ripping it open like wet toilet tissue. A sound that seemed impossible for Yamcha to generate escaped from his lips, and like the saiyan earlier that day, Yamcha was in a state of barely describable torment. His body started to convulse as if cold, and his brow became wet with sweat. As Yamcha fell with his stomach to the ground, a small amount of drool crept from his lips and started to form a puddle in the sand. Yamcha could not think of anything, and eventually blackness took him.

YOUR WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED. Shenron's words echoed into Yamcha's mind, though he was unconscious and oblivious to anything else. FAREWELL. The dragon, as quickly as he appeared, vanished, and the dragonballs flew outward towards different corners of the world, leaving Yamcha alone.

He dreamt that night. He dreamt of a technique known only by a race of heroes on the far edges of the entire universe. He dreamt of the technique known as Fusion.

"-And that's what happened." Yamcha said to Tenshinhan and Chaozu. To say the least, Chaozu was the only one who paid any attention at the story, sitting at a wood table, being amazed at Yamcha's courage. Tenshinhan practiced mental exercises as he looked outside of the cabin Chaozu created for rest and relaxation. He knew he should be doing something, like training against the Androids, but something about being "hospitable."

"How strong does one get from fusion?"

"The fused warrior becomes stronger by a hundred fold." Yamcha grabbed a banana and continued. "Both warriors must be at least the same height and power level at time of fusion, and both warriors must enact a small dance, matching each other to the letter."

Chaozu's smile was getting larger and larger. "How long is the fusion duration?"

Yamcha paused, noticing that the one who should be paying attention, isn't. "Hey, Tenshinhan, I'm talking about something really important…" Tenshinhan slowly turned around from the window, and sat down next to Chaozu. A look of irritation was painted on his face. Yamcha was surprised at this attitude from the powerful martial artist, but continued. "It lasts for thirty minutes, and there is a sixty minute cool down period. It's far from permanent, so we'll have to go all out the moment we fuse.

"We?" wondered Chaozu. "But I'm too short, unless you mean…ah…" both Chaozu and Yamcha looked to Tenshinhan, expectantly-Chaozu with stars in his eyes, literally begging to Kami that he will see something like fusion, and Yamcha, who's confident smile meant he predicted what his fellow fighter would say. Tenshinhan felt a wave of uncomfortable pressure, and stood up and walked out of the cabin. Surprised, Yamcha and Chaozu followed.

Yamcha flew in front of Tenshinhan, stopping him in his tracks. "Tenshinhan, where are you going?"

"I'm going to train. Androids don't kill themselves."

"Weren't you listening, the fusion-

"-Is just a load and I will not take part in it." Tenshinhan's words were calm, but stern. Yamcha's face quickly became one of confusion. Chaozu stopped in midair upon hearing Tenshinhan's words.

"Tenshinhan, the dragon never half assed a wish. Trust me, this is legit."

"I trust the dragon, and I trust you, my friend, but fusion sounds…disgusting." Tenshinhan's eyes squinted in revulsion, as if the word "fusion" was what you would call a skunk's diarrhea sickness. "We become one body? One mind? One soul? No. No I will-"

"Tenshinhan –"

"-NO I will not do something like that, just for something that may not even give the boost you promise. There is only one way we can get strong enough to destroy an enemy."

Tenshinhan tried to end the conversation by walking left past Yamcha, but Yamcha jumped into his line of sight. Tenshinhan moved right, and Yamcha moved right.

"Yamcha, stop it."

"The dragon has given us a-"

"-This conversation is over!"

"-given us a way to have equal standing with the Androids!"

"Get out of the way Yamcha!" Tenshinhan's patience was near its end. His hands were slowly tensing up, ready to strike Yamcha for not leaving him alone. Chaozu took notice immediately, and figured it would be smart to prep for his hold technique.

"We will have equal standing with the Saiyans!" Yamcha shouted as loud as he can, causing Tenshinhan to pause. Yamcha didn't want to manipulate Tenshinhan's inner feelings, but he could sense that he was going to get nothing but a fist fight, and possibly another broken leg.

"N-nothing can stand against a Saiyan." muttered Tenshinhan, looking away. "I gave up on surpassing them."

Yamcha knew he had him, right there. "I never thought of you as a defeatist."

"I don't care what you think of me."

"But you care what you think of yourself, don't you Tenshinhan?" As Tenshinhan turned around and walked towards the cabin, Yamcha trailed him. "We both know why you gave up. You were disgusted with yourself. You couldn't beat Goku at the 23rd World Tournament. You couldn't even avenge Chaozu against Nappa, and you can't beat the tar out of Vegeta and put the smug little vegetable prince into the ground." Yamcha grabbed Tenshinhan's shoulder, and turned him around, unafraid. Everything inside Tenshinhan was yelling to get away, to escape..."You used to be somebody worth fearing, somebody worth being called a rival and now, you're nothing."

Tenshinhan looked out towards the plains. "I-I have training." He started to fly off slowly. Yamcha frowned and continued.

"Oh yes, training. For the Androids that will be too powerful for any of us." Yamcha slid his hands into his arms as Tenshinhan's flight slowed. "These Androids were made specifically to kill Goku. So they will be monsters, overpowered as all get out to make sure that Goku is cadaverific when they are done. That practically explains how we will fare." Tenshinhan slowly turned, pausing to find the words.

"…..I will be of some use in the fight."

"YOU CAN BE MORE!" Yamcha roared, breaking Tenshinhan's last wall. "You can be so much more! There will be nothing but scrap metal once we're through with those Androids! It won't be Goku! It won't be Vegeta! It will be you! It will be me! Together, we will surpass any saiyan!"

Yamcha slowly paused, walking towards Tenshinhan, and Tenshinhan slowly dropped to the ground. Chaozu's jaw was close to dropping at the sight. Yamcha, of all people, Yamcha, has brought Tenshinhan to his side, using only his words. "Combined, we will no longer even need Goku. Join me, Tenshinhan." Yamcha held his hand out for a handshake, mentally pleading for Tenshinhan to accept. After a long minute, Tenshinhan finally relented, grabbing Yamcha's hand. Chaozu jumped into the air and started to laugh. Yamcha smiled a small smile, knowing the hard part was out of the way.

As a martial artist capable of technique mimicry, it didn't take long for Tenshinhan to learn the dance, and in an hour everything was in order:

-Yamcha has powered up to his highest level. His body slightly bulky and more strained than usual, he spent the last ten minutes physically fine tuning his movements so nothing goes wrong during the dance.

-Tenshinhan, stronger than Yamcha by quite the margin didn't have to strain as much as Yamcha did to get to Yamcha's level, and meditated to keep his level consistent while Yamcha was going through his warm up.

-Chaozu's popcorn had finally finished popping, and the salt and pepper was added in no time at all. It didn't take long for the tiny jiangshi to get himself comfortable, levitating a foot above the ground, watching his friends get ready.

After a few more moments Tenshinhan and Yamcha were ready, side by side. They both said nothing, but it wasn't hard to guess what they were thinking. Yamcha with a strained smile was ecstatic and thankful of the blessing he received. Tenshinhan's slightly irritated face showed the obvious disbelief in doing a ridiculous dance to become the strongest warrior, but he was willing to try. First the Androids. Then Vegeta.

"FUUUUU~" The two fighters duck-walked towards each other sideways, their arms moving in a clockwise fashion opposite of each other, hands outstretched. "ZHIN!" Tenshinhan and Yamcha tilted their lower bodies towards each other, bringing up their outer knees towards their body and pointing their knees towards each other. Their hands went from being outstretched to fists and as their knees pointed to each other, their fists pointed away from each other. Chaozu's eating pace quickened at the sight, burning each step of the dance into his brain. There was a slight pause, and then-"HAAAA~!" Bringing their risen knee to the ground and to the side, the two warriors tilted their upper bodies towards each other and brought their index fingers together.

END CHAPTER ONE

Description
Note: To understand the initial premise of this story, you may have to watch DBZ episode 109: "Z Warriors Prepare"

Thanks to SSJ2 Silven for the beta read!

DBZ: Internal Menace

Chapter One-Divergence

The smell of meat cooking on dirty grease and a pitiful, agonizing scream rang out from inside the gravity machine Dr. Briefs had made. The smell, along with the sound, came from one man-Vegeta. He just ended a call with heiress Bulma Briefs, having told her off for her constant complaining for his health: He was still in his bandages, and his stitches were barely keeping together, but he didn't care. After ending the call, he shot an energy wave and realized that he couldn't bring his hand down:-his whole right arm locked up! His thoughts now focused on his arm, he forgot all about his energy wave; it circled the gravity room menacingly, until it blasted its owner at his back. The pain was excruciating to say the least, and the scream startled everyone in a half a mile radius-except Yamcha. Long after Puar stopped trying to convince him to train; He stood silent, watching Vegeta's progress from outside the gravity machine.

Some lives and destinies can change with a single and simple event. Just one night ago, Yamcha went into the gravity machine while Vegeta laid up in the Brief's home, unconscious from his training injuries. Yamcha experienced gravity at 300% that night, and barely survived. In the universe that you know, the day after Yamcha continued to train within his limits, carefree and stupid, learning absolutely nothing from his experience. In three years' time he will be put in his place…again. But in this story, this universe, a nagging thought became a startling epiphany, and Yamcha realized just how outclassed he was in the grand scheme of things.

"There needs to be a change." Yamcha said to himself, and flew towards the Brief's home. Sensing Bulma was in the kitchen, Yamcha decided to check in on her. When he saw her, he had to stop and just thank Kami for how lucky he is: There she was, sitting at the kitchen table, working on her computer. Style, grace, and beauty-Bulma has it all. Recently, The beautiful heiress had decided to try a new look. A lavender afro adorned on her head, she wore an orange form fitting dress and orange pumps. Yamcha would be the first to admit guilt on not reconnecting with Bulma after his resurrection, and he knew that also, needed to be changed. "Hey babe, did I mention how I love your new look?"

Walking towards her and wrapping his arms around her, Yamcha saw what Bulma was working on: A detailed schematic for saiyan armor... Bulma said nothing upon feeling Yamcha's touch, too focused on the task at hand.

"Bulma?"

"Yes Yamcha I'll check on that blasted Vegeta in a second. I'll just let him think about what he said to me while he's sprawled on the ground." Another, slightly louder scream was heard coming from outside. "He'll live." Bulma muttered.

'Girl has a one track mind' thought Yamcha, recalling how often she spent time yelling at the prince, and complained about him to anyone with ears, and yet her heart is so big that she kept a room for Vegeta to stay in, and always cared for his wellbeing, no matter what. Kissing his girlfriend on her neck, ignoring the faint response, Yamcha headed up to Bulma's room. Right next to her unkempt sty of a bed was the dragon radar, kept in a silver metal case. She wouldn't miss it for a few hours Yamcha convinced himself as he waded through the room as if it was a swamp. Grasping the radar in both hands, Yamcha smiled, feeling proud of himself. Closing the metal box, he turned to Bulma's window and let himself out. Levitating, he looked down to see Bulma at Vegeta's gravity machine; she was probably getting ready to personally give Vegeta a piece of her mind. Still smiling, oblivious to the budding relationship in front of him, Yamcha flew off towards the first dragonball.

Even if he was to summon Shenron a million times, Yamcha doubted he would ever get tired of seeing him. It was a magnificent sight, seeing a large green dragon quite literally appearing out of seven glowing golden orbs. Yamcha knew he wanted no one to know about his wish, so he waited until the dead of night, hours after finding all seven balls. Along with choosing to call the dragon at the wasteland he first met Goku at, Yamcha was sure that no one, even if they were awake, would see the giant beast.

STATE YOUR WISH, MORTAL, SO I MAY RETURN TO MY ETERNAL SLUMBER. Shenron's words echoed into Yamcha's mind, and a mixture of awe, fear, and joy slowly welled up inside of Yamcha. He could barely believe this was happening.

"Y-yes Shenron." Yamcha raised his arms straight into the air, holding them out as if to catch the sky. "Shenron! Listen to me and grant my wish! I wish for…" Yamcha's triumphant yell suddenly stopped. "Uh-um…I wish for…" For thirty seconds, Yamcha said nothing, his mind running through circles of exactly what to wish for.

MAKE YOUR WISH NOW MORTAL, AND STOP WASTING MY TIME. Shenron's words were laced with irritation and his voice rang though Yamcha's body, giving him quite the headache. Yamcha dropped his hands from in the air to on his head, wincing.

"One minute please!" Yamcha said, trying to block out the pain in his head. He felt like kicking his own ass for not thinking ahead… How could he not have come up with a wish! Yamcha knew that things had to change for him so he can help against the Androids, but what exactly should he wish for?

Yamcha immediately said no to a wish for immortality, knowing that living forever would mean nothing if he wasn't strong enough to fight the Androids, and Yamcha still had his pride as a martial artist, so wishing for ultimate strength against any foe was out of the question either. It then hit Yamcha what to wish for, and immediately looked up to the eternally bored dragon.

"Shenron!" Yamcha started. "I wish to learn the knowledge of the universes most formidable technique to use against any foe!" Shenron's eyes glowed, and his words started to echo inside of Yamcha.

ONE MINUTE PLEASE.

Yamcha at first thought the Dragon was cracking a joke, until he felt it. The feel of a mosquito was…biting the side of his brain, and the bite became stronger, and stronger. In a flash Yamcha felt a terrible pain inside his head, as the one mosquito become an angry bee, stinging his brain and ripping it open like wet toilet tissue. A sound that seemed impossible for Yamcha to generate escaped from his lips, and like the saiyan earlier that day, Yamcha was in a state of barely describable torment. His body started to convulse as if cold, and his brow became wet with sweat. As Yamcha fell with his stomach to the ground, a small amount of drool crept from his lips and started to form a puddle in the sand. Yamcha could not think of anything, and eventually blackness took him.

YOUR WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED. Shenron's words echoed into Yamcha's mind, though he was unconscious and oblivious to anything else. FAREWELL. The dragon, as quickly as he appeared, vanished, and the dragonballs flew outward towards different corners of the world, leaving Yamcha alone.

He dreamt that night. He dreamt of a technique known only by a race of heroes on the far edges of the entire universe. He dreamt of the technique known as Fusion.

"-And that's what happened." Yamcha said to Tenshinhan and Chaozu. To say the least, Chaozu was the only one who paid any attention at the story, sitting at a wood table, being amazed at Yamcha's courage. Tenshinhan practiced mental exercises as he looked outside of the cabin Chaozu created for rest and relaxation. He knew he should be doing something, like training against the Androids, but something about being "hospitable."

"How strong does one get from fusion?"

"The fused warrior becomes stronger by a hundred fold." Yamcha grabbed a banana and continued. "Both warriors must be at least the same height and power level at time of fusion, and both warriors must enact a small dance, matching each other to the letter."

Chaozu's smile was getting larger and larger. "How long is the fusion duration?"

Yamcha paused, noticing that the one who should be paying attention, isn't. "Hey, Tenshinhan, I'm talking about something really important…" Tenshinhan slowly turned around from the window, and sat down next to Chaozu. A look of irritation was painted on his face. Yamcha was surprised at this attitude from the powerful martial artist, but continued. "It lasts for thirty minutes, and there is a sixty minute cool down period. It's far from permanent, so we'll have to go all out the moment we fuse.

"We?" wondered Chaozu. "But I'm too short, unless you mean…ah…" both Chaozu and Yamcha looked to Tenshinhan, expectantly-Chaozu with stars in his eyes, literally begging to Kami that he will see something like fusion, and Yamcha, who's confident smile meant he predicted what his fellow fighter would say. Tenshinhan felt a wave of uncomfortable pressure, and stood up and walked out of the cabin. Surprised, Yamcha and Chaozu followed.

Yamcha flew in front of Tenshinhan, stopping him in his tracks. "Tenshinhan, where are you going?"

"I'm going to train. Androids don't kill themselves."

"Weren't you listening, the fusion-

"-Is just a load and I will not take part in it." Tenshinhan's words were calm, but stern. Yamcha's face quickly became one of confusion. Chaozu stopped in midair upon hearing Tenshinhan's words.

"Tenshinhan, the dragon never half assed a wish. Trust me, this is legit."

"I trust the dragon, and I trust you, my friend, but fusion sounds…disgusting." Tenshinhan's eyes squinted in revulsion, as if the word "fusion" was what you would call a skunk's diarrhea sickness. "We become one body? One mind? One soul? No. No I will-"

"Tenshinhan –"

"-NO I will not do something like that, just for something that may not even give the boost you promise. There is only one way we can get strong enough to destroy an enemy."

Tenshinhan tried to end the conversation by walking left past Yamcha, but Yamcha jumped into his line of sight. Tenshinhan moved right, and Yamcha moved right.

"Yamcha, stop it."

"The dragon has given us a-"

"-This conversation is over!"

"-given us a way to have equal standing with the Androids!"

"Get out of the way Yamcha!" Tenshinhan's patience was near its end. His hands were slowly tensing up, ready to strike Yamcha for not leaving him alone. Chaozu took notice immediately, and figured it would be smart to prep for his hold technique.

"We will have equal standing with the Saiyans!" Yamcha shouted as loud as he can, causing Tenshinhan to pause. Yamcha didn't want to manipulate Tenshinhan's inner feelings, but he could sense that he was going to get nothing but a fist fight, and possibly another broken leg.

"N-nothing can stand against a Saiyan." muttered Tenshinhan, looking away. "I gave up on surpassing them."

Yamcha knew he had him, right there. "I never thought of you as a defeatist."

"I don't care what you think of me."

"But you care what you think of yourself, don't you Tenshinhan?" As Tenshinhan turned around and walked towards the cabin, Yamcha trailed him. "We both know why you gave up. You were disgusted with yourself. You couldn't beat Goku at the 23rd World Tournament. You couldn't even avenge Chaozu against Nappa, and you can't beat the tar out of Vegeta and put the smug little vegetable prince into the ground." Yamcha grabbed Tenshinhan's shoulder, and turned him around, unafraid. Everything inside Tenshinhan was yelling to get away, to escape..."You used to be somebody worth fearing, somebody worth being called a rival and now, you're nothing."

Tenshinhan looked out towards the plains. "I-I have training." He started to fly off slowly. Yamcha frowned and continued.

"Oh yes, training. For the Androids that will be too powerful for any of us." Yamcha slid his hands into his arms as Tenshinhan's flight slowed. "These Androids were made specifically to kill Goku. So they will be monsters, overpowered as all get out to make sure that Goku is cadaverific when they are done. That practically explains how we will fare." Tenshinhan slowly turned, pausing to find the words.

"…..I will be of some use in the fight."

"YOU CAN BE MORE!" Yamcha roared, breaking Tenshinhan's last wall. "You can be so much more! There will be nothing but scrap metal once we're through with those Androids! It won't be Goku! It won't be Vegeta! It will be you! It will be me! Together, we will surpass any saiyan!"

Yamcha slowly paused, walking towards Tenshinhan, and Tenshinhan slowly dropped to the ground. Chaozu's jaw was close to dropping at the sight. Yamcha, of all people, Yamcha, has brought Tenshinhan to his side, using only his words. "Combined, we will no longer even need Goku. Join me, Tenshinhan." Yamcha held his hand out for a handshake, mentally pleading for Tenshinhan to accept. After a long minute, Tenshinhan finally relented, grabbing Yamcha's hand. Chaozu jumped into the air and started to laugh. Yamcha smiled a small smile, knowing the hard part was out of the way.

As a martial artist capable of technique mimicry, it didn't take long for Tenshinhan to learn the dance, and in an hour everything was in order:

-Yamcha has powered up to his highest level. His body slightly bulky and more strained than usual, he spent the last ten minutes physically fine tuning his movements so nothing goes wrong during the dance.

-Tenshinhan, stronger than Yamcha by quite the margin didn't have to strain as much as Yamcha did to get to Yamcha's level, and meditated to keep his level consistent while Yamcha was going through his warm up.

-Chaozu's popcorn had finally finished popping, and the salt and pepper was added in no time at all. It didn't take long for the tiny jiangshi to get himself comfortable, levitating a foot above the ground, watching his friends get ready.

After a few more moments Tenshinhan and Yamcha were ready, side by side. They both said nothing, but it wasn't hard to guess what they were thinking. Yamcha with a strained smile was ecstatic and thankful of the blessing he received. Tenshinhan's slightly irritated face showed the obvious disbelief in doing a ridiculous dance to become the strongest warrior, but he was willing to try. First the Androids. Then Vegeta.

"FUUUUU~" The two fighters duck-walked towards each other sideways, their arms moving in a clockwise fashion opposite of each other, hands outstretched. "ZHIN!" Tenshinhan and Yamcha tilted their lower bodies towards each other, bringing up their outer knees towards their body and pointing their knees towards each other. Their hands went from being outstretched to fists and as their knees pointed to each other, their fists pointed away from each other. Chaozu's eating pace quickened at the sight, burning each step of the dance into his brain. There was a slight pause, and then-"HAAAA~!" Bringing their risen knee to the ground and to the side, the two warriors tilted their upper bodies towards each other and brought their index fingers together.

END CHAPTER ONE