chapter 4

If somebody were to ask what Yamcha imagined what he would be doing when he was in his 40's, it would not be this.

[Saiyan Girl needs fresh ice]

Yamcha ran for the sixth time in the middle of the night, the 16th time in the day.

The first thing he had done when he got the two, was to rip out those tails, he didn't want two giant apes wrecking his new home.

Besides, they were both too delusional to feel it anyway.

He replaced the ice pack that had become water on the little girls head, with a fresh ice pack and watched it slowly melt before his eyes.

[Saiyan boy needs his medication]

Yamcha ran back to the other room, wishing that Goku had taught him instantly transmission.

He was exhausted both physically and mentally.

Any previous training he had done before was put to shame by taking care of the two Saiyans.

If he stopped one of them would die.

[Edurence+1]

[Fatigue+4]

The notifications were surely there to mock him, Yamcha was convinced.

He didn't even get cash for these tasks!

He had paid cash for them, and he was swallowing everything he had.

The two better put baby Pan to shame when he had healed them up, or he was going to cry.

Hours of hell turned into sleepless days.

He was cooking food and cooking medication while taking care of them.

When he blew through a thousand dollars in a day, Yamcha resolved to make his own medication.

When he attempted it, he gained a new skill and a medication book. However, his success rate was terrible, but he kept at it no matter how many proved to affect similar to poison.

He kept his failed attempts in a cupboard while keeping the ones he did succeed at, in the Clan vault while half want to the kids until he built up a higher success rate.

After several days of hell, their health was no longer in the danger zone, and the cold was letting up.

For the first time, Yamcha had a short nap before he was being a bombarded by notifications.

"I'm up. I'm up" he said, how do his friends wives do this?

His friend's wives must be superwomen.

He always dreamt of having kids like his friend's kids, but he had no idea the hellish work that went into it.

He crushed two bowels of barries and flew to a single room.

He had deems it safe for both of them to share a bed together.

When he came in, he blinked because not only where the kids up but they were bouncing on the bed like they had never had a cold in he first place.

Saiyan blood was amazing.

And then they saw him.

"L-Lord Yamcha!" Said the boy.

And then both of them quickly got back into bed, they both no longer looked dangerous underweight and had a much better complexion.

"So you guys are all better than?" Yamcha said. "Well, I can just leave, with the two bowels of freshly picked barries."

The both started coughing, and he was amused.

He came in and put the bowels on both of their laps.

They were both very eager to eat them.

By this point, Yamcha could make a bowl of crushed barries taste amazing.

They both quickly finished it, and he said. "I'll go and get more."

He took the bowels and crushed some more, before giving it to them.

[Boy Saiyan Loyalty Level Up! Lv2!]

[Girl Saiyan Loyalty Level Up! Lv3!]

It seems the boy was a lot more cautious than the girl.

"I mixed a little bit of your medication in there so eat up," He said, and they could both see the heavy bags under his eyes, a testament of his hard work.

Suddenly they both started crying.

"Eh? What's wrong?" He said, panicking.

"You're so nice!" Both of them said.

Yamcha was stunned, and then he remembered what he read about them.

Both of them were slaves, too weak to do anything, this is why nobody wanted to but them, but because they were Saiyans, they were kept alive, treated terribly by their slave master.

After all, with their large stomaches, they were more trouble alive than dead.

And now somebody had brought them, and they expected him to be so much worse.

What he did next stunned them both.

He hugged them.

"Cry it all out. Your part of my clan now. Your part of my family" he said. "Your no longer slaves."

He had the adoption papers to prove it.

And they did.

Yamcha didn't care that they were drowning his clothes in tears, nobody deserves to be a slave.

And apparently just crying tired them out.

He tucked them in and took the plates.

And then he headed to his room to get some sleep.

With the advanced healing, he didn't need that many hours to feel rested.

When the two woke up, they found him skinning the carcases of the animals, he found on the mountain.

He had grown pretty good at doing this.

He saw the two look out the window before ducking when they realised he had seen them.

He chuckled.

And then he finished off and put them in a large bag and walked inside, he went to the kitchen freezer and hung them on a meat rack.

He had acquired quiet a huge amount of meat because he knew one day they would be well enough to want it.

It seems today was that day.

He cooked up a bit of meat and flew to their room.

He came in to see them pretend to be asleep when they smelled the meat, they couldn't hide the drool or their growling stomach's.

"Man, this is delicious. it really is too bad that nobody is awake to enjoy these with me" he said, employing a technique he had seen Chi Chi do. "Boy, these are delicious. How can I possibly finish these myself when there are so many?" but then he said. "But since nobody is awake. I'll try my be-"

The two were awake and almost tackled him to the ground.

"Jeez. Take them" he said, putting them on the floor.

The two hesitated before getting the go ahead and went to the plate.

They took a cube before they smelled it and began to devour it.

It seemed they had never had meat before and it quickly became their favourite.

"I've you want more, follow me to the kitchen," he said, seeing them try to lick the plate clean.

They both looked at each other before following him, Yamcha didn't fly.

They came to the kitchen, and he put them on stools before he put piles of meat in front of them.

Both of them were stunned.

The meat looked luxurious!

Surely, this was meant for Lord Yamcha.

"Eat up," Yamcha said, much to their stunness. "You need to build up strength and muscle."

The two dug in while they had tears in their eyes, they thanked him over and over again for the meal.

And Yamcha kept bring out meat for them, proving that they were indeed saiyans.

Thank God, he had killed animals or he would have gone bankrupt with purchasing the meat alone.

And than Yamcha saw it.

XP.

Yamcha blinked when he saw XP tabs appear around the children as they ate and half of it was going to him.

He levelled up!

Yamcha almost fainted, when he made this miraculous discovery.

The children had levelled him up, and he saw the children level up as well to level 2.

The power of meat for Saiyans was amazing, but he had to have the resources to feed them to get this benefit.

They cleaned out half his storage when they were finally full, and Yamcha almost cried, it took him months to get all that meat, and it was gone in a single afternoon.

No, the XP had been worth it.

"So do you two have names?" He suddenly asked.

"Names are for strong slaves." said the litte guy.

Yamcha frowned and said. "You two are no longer slaves, and there is more than one way to be classed as strong than just muscle. Somebody can be called strong when he has brains and knows his own limits. "

He was speaking from his own depression and watching piccolo.

Piccolo was the most unique fighter out of the Z fighters.

The two looked at each other not getting it.

"You'll two would get it one day," said, Yamcha. "As for names. I'll call Kila" pointing at the girl. "And Killua" for the boy.

[System Update]

And then Yamcha washed up, he felt his washing up skill level up as he did so, while the two watched.

When he was done, he went to the training room only to be met with surprise, his shabby basic training room had an extra room and in it was a weight lifting machine.

The weights went from normal to impossible weight.

This room was for him.

Yamcha took off his shirt and put on weights on the pole before he turned to the two of them and said. "How would you two like to help me work out?"

They blinked owlishly.

#some time later#

"Okay, ready?" He said as both kids sat on the weights on opposite ends.

They were ready, and with all of Yamcha strength he lifted, he lifted what could only be called half a quarter of a planets weight and his vans began to pop out as he lifted.

The children seemed happy with the simple lift up before he pulled down and then pushed up again.

[Xp+45]

[Xp+45]

Yamcha was so glad he was getting such xp, or he would lose it.

He continued to sweat and held in his body cry of pain if he couldn't do this much than he couldn't be called a Lord.

#Several Later#

Yamcha muscled hurt, a lot, there was even blood coming out of his mouth and arms.

The kids were concerned.

"Don't." He said as they tried to find something to tend to his wounds."I'll be alright."

Give him a couple of minutes.

They left him and watched him slowly heal himself up.

[Advanced Healing Level up!]

[Advanced healing level 8]

The process was suddenly much faster, and he could finally move without fair of popping a blood vessel.

He than went to the punching bags in the room and felt his knuckles snapped as they came in contact with the bags, but he still continued.

You could say he was punishing himself and yet he kept going because he know this was nothing against guys who had amazingly tight muscles.

He can't do damage if he can't get past those muscles.

He then went to hand stand with the kids strapped to weights and position on his feet, he pushed while minding his balance.

His friends would be shocked if they saw him do this, but he had the most to prove, so even if he was bedridden, he would do this.

The kids looked to see how hard he was trying just to get a little bit stronger; he too must have suffered because he was too weak.

Yamcha managed to drag himself to make dinner and then he served food.

When food was done, he went out to kill more animals, and when he came back, he found the two kids in the training room.

He blinked.

"Haiyah!" Said, Killua as he throw a first at the wooden plank.

The fist hit it, and Killua tried and failed not to cry.

Yamcha got a reward.

Fan flames:

Congratulations you have completely a hidden quest.

Reward:

Moral Boost

Leader presence

Yamcha was more worried about whether the kid was okay than the discovery of the hidden quests.

But Killua did not give up and tried again, despite the blood just like Yamcha.

Yamcha went to the kitchen to skin the meat and hang it up before getting a first aid kit.

When he came back, both of the kids were on the floor crying.

"You both did well," Yamcha said, as he sat the kids up and began to tend to their injuries.

They were saying; they would be fine by tomorrow.

"But we didn't-" Kila said.

"It doesn't matter. You tried" he said, "I've been training for almost 40 years. There was no way you two could keep up with that. The fact that you tried means you want to better yourself and change your future. Just like me."

He finished wrapping them both and said. "We'll let's get the two of you bathed and then off to bed."

He carried the two much to their shock and made his way to a bathroom; he made sure the water was okay before stripping them naked and dipping them in it.

The flinch did not escape him when they touched the water, but they both relaxed when they realised he wasn't dipping them into boiling water.

Yamcha had brought toys and tried to encourage them to play with them while he scrubbed them clean.

But both of them were terrified of playing with the toys which had him sighing.

He finished washing them before he put them both in footie pyjamas, pink and blue before taking them to bed.

He grabbed a bedtime book and began to read it.

"This story is called 'The Bandit King wants a wife," he said.

They were going to hear this story sooner or later.

Yamcha thought it was better coming from his mouth.