"Whoa! Wang Yang, you're amazing!" Goku leaped out, his eyes shining as he looked at Wang Yang.
Wang Yang knew Goku was itching for a fight. Seeing him made Wang Yang itch for one too, so he grinned at him.
Next came the drawing of lots. Wang Yang drew number one, Yamcha number two, Tien Shinhan number three, Mercenary Tao number four, Goku number five, Chi-Chi number six, Krillin number seven, and Piccolo number eight.
"Would you look at that? We're up against each other in the first match." Wang Yang smiled at Yamcha.
"Hmph! Just wait till you see my secret technique!" Ever since seeing Wang Yang fight Shen, Yamcha had been a little intimidated. But he wasn't about to show weakness—not to Wang Yang, of all people. He'd rather die than back down.
The two stood facing each other in the middle of the empty ring.
Wang Yang had handsome features and a sturdy build, with smooth, well-defined muscles. His hair stood up slightly, and the two locks of bangs on his forehead made him look full of energy.
"Go! Go!"
Bulma clasped her hands and shouted from below.
"Bulma, who are you cheering for?" Oolong glanced at her.
"I'm cheering for both of them. Give it your best!" Bulma thought it over. Of course she should cheer for Yamcha, but Wang Yang was her friend too, so she had to root for him as well. When she put it that way, it seemed perfectly reasonable.
"Such a fickle woman," Oolong muttered.
A fist as white as jade came down from above and smacked him on the head, raising a lump.
"Quiet!"
"Wolf Fang Fist!" The moment the match began, Yamcha charged at Wang Yang at top speed. Now that he knew how strong Wang Yang was, he didn't dare hold back. He immediately unleashed his signature technique.
A ferocious wolf appeared behind Yamcha, baring its fangs and lunging at Wang Yang.
Wang Yang watched Yamcha with a faint smile, his arms folded across his chest. He didn't move, simply letting Yamcha attack.
Yamcha's fists blurred like the wind, conjuring countless arms. Every one of his attacks struck Wang Yang. A moment later, he realized in shock that he hadn't felt the slightest resistance. It was as if he'd hit nothing but afterimages.
"Afterimage Strike? But why didn't the afterimages disappear when I hit them?" Yamcha flipped backward three times to put some distance between them, his face full of astonishment.
"No, that's not Afterimage Strike. Wang Yang is simply moving so fast that he dodges Yamcha's attacks and then returns to his original spot, making it look like he hasn't moved at all." Tien Shinhan's three eyes were exceptionally keen. He could just barely make out Wang Yang's astonishing speed.
King Piccolo's expression darkened. Judging by the speed Wang Yang had shown so far, he was practically King Piccolo's equal. The thought put him under even more pressure.
Of course, Wang Yang was still suppressing most of his energy, keeping it around Yamcha's level. Otherwise, none of them would have been able to see him move.
Smack!
Suddenly, Yamcha felt a sharp pain in his calf, and his whole body lost its balance. A moment later, agony struck his chest, and he flew toward the ring's outer wall like a kite with its string cut.
"Your stance is unstable, and your punches are weak. You're like a floating weed with no roots. You should work on your legs! As the saying goes, train your fists but not your legs, and you'll end up impotent!" Wang Yang had immediately spotted Yamcha's weakness. He didn't mind offering him some advice—and taking the chance to tease him, of course.
He didn't actually dislike Yamcha. He had pursued Bulma not only because she was the first woman in this world to stir his heart, but also because she would eventually become Vegeta's woman.
Vegeta's father, King Vegeta, had nearly killed him at birth, so Wang Yang held a deep grudge against him. King Vegeta was dead, but that didn't mean Wang Yang could let the matter go. A debt owed by the father could be collected from the son, and that was why he had set his sights on Bulma.
If Bulma and Yamcha had ended up together in the original story, then even if he had feelings for her, he would never have kept pursuing her.
"Damn it!" Yamcha wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He felt sure Wang Yang was mocking him.
No choice. I'll have to use my trump card.
Yamcha knew his chances of winning were slim. He could only make one last attempt.
Yamcha suddenly opened his right hand, palm up and fingers curled like a claw. Gripping his right wrist with his left hand, he let a yellow glow flicker around him. A yellow energy sphere slowly appeared above his palm.
"Take this—Spirit Ball!"
Under Yamcha's control, the yellow energy sphere shot toward Wang Yang.
Wang Yang walked toward Yamcha and swayed aside just before the energy sphere reached him, dodging the attack.
At that moment, the corners of Yamcha's mouth lifted slightly. He brought his index and middle fingers together and twirled them in a circle.
The energy sphere in midair swiftly curved around, then slammed toward Wang Yang's back.
"You sure have a lot of flashy tricks!"
It was as if Wang Yang had eyes in the back of his head. He reached behind himself with his right hand and caught the energy sphere, then used its own momentum to guide it straight into Yamcha's chest.
"What?" Yamcha's eyes widened as he watched the energy sphere draw closer, panic-stricken.
With a muffled boom, Yamcha was blasted away and fell to the ground, twitching uncontrollably.
"That's incredible!" Krillin stared at the scene in shock. He hadn't been confident he could dodge Yamcha's signature move himself.
"What a spectacular turn of events! Wang Yang has eyes in the back of his head! He caught Yamcha's energy sphere and sent it right back into him!" The blond-haired announcer cheered loudly, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Wang Yang already knew how things would turn out, but he still watched the matches that followed with great interest.
The uncle-and-nephew-in-arms showdown between Mercenary Tao and Tien Shinhan; Goku's engagement to Chi-Chi; Krillin's defeat at the hands of Piccolo Jr.
Chi-Chi was really beautiful at this age. If she hadn't made the first move this time, Son Goku might have stayed single for life.
Chi-Chi
The semifinal was about to begin.
Ever since Wang Yang defeated him, Yamcha had been listless in the stands.
Ding!
The match began!
Wang Yang beckoned with his right hand, inviting Tien Shinhan, who was waiting warily across from him, to make the first move.
"Fine, then I won't hold back!" Tien Shinhan shouted. He gathered his strength and charged at Wang Yang.
Wang Yang blocked from the left and parried from the right, defending against Tien Shinhan's attacks.
Sharp smacks rang out as the two clashed, filling the whole ring with the sound of blows landing.
They're so fast. I can't make out their movements at all. Master Roshi watched the ring intently.
"I can't see a thing! How's the fight going?" Bulma yanked Oolong's ear, making him bare his teeth in pain.
"Tien Shinhan, you've got this! Beat him flat!" Blonde Launch glared angrily and shouted at Tien Shinhan in the ring.
"Wang Yang, you've got this! Beat Tien Shinhan!" Bulma waved her arm and shouted.
"Go, Tien Shinhan! Go!" Launch shot Bulma a glare and tugged hard on Oolong's ear.
Oolong's face was twisted with pain, but he didn't dare complain.
With a loud thud, a figure dropped from the sky. It was Tien Shinhan.
"You're so fast that even with three eyes, I can barely keep up. But what about twelve?" Tien Shinhan scrambled to his feet and brushed the dust off his face.
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