Chapter 34 - Good Old Times

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Bullets rained down on him, and the impact was so strong that some cracks appeared around Yamcha's barrier.

But during these raining onslaughts of bullets, Yamcha couldn't help but think how the Pirate Robot looked like a xenomorph from the Alien series, with a long backhead skull.

[Pirate Robot - Lvl 34]

[PL: 70]

It was quite a high level for a machine. Yamcha wondered how many people or creatures stumbled here by accident and were killed by the robot.

He created another barrier under the first one that was about to shatter. This was the perfect time to grind some skills; mindless enemies who would shoot at him even when the shots had no effect were rare in the world.

[Barrier Magic leveled up to 2]

Yamcha played with the robot until it ran out of bullets, and the Barrier Magic skill sadly didn't level up after that second level. The robot took out a sword and charged at him. He canceled his barrier and was about to blast the robot away when he got a better idea and just used two small blasts from his finger to blow the creature's arms off. Then he did the same with its legs and put everything in a capsule after neatly ripping out some cables so the robot wouldn't move.

'Bulma will love a gift like this. If she is successful in secretly building a gravity machine, she deserves some gifts. Maybe she could make some robots to use for training?'

They say a way to a man's heart is through their stomach, but for Yamcha, it was a gravity machine. To any man who has seen Dragon Ball, who hasn't dreamed of training in a gravity machine?

His thoughts felt like those of a gold digger. Well, if he married Bulma, he will be the one to gain the most from the relationship. He would have done it in a heartbeat if this wasn't a world of planet-destroying aliens.

After he was done thinking of strange and contemplating how traveling alone he might dare himself to do something weird, Yamcha explored the caves and openings.

He triggered many traps, from cliche arrows shooting out of walls to the even more cliche pitfall traps into lava and to the worst cliche, a spherical stone rolling down about to crush him.

It would have been a more exciting adventure if he couldn't use a barrier to block arrows, fly, and crush the stone with his fists.

If he wasn't in a bit of a rush, Yamcha would have been tempted to try it and see how well he could do. Might have even increased one of his stats and used it as training.

He fought against a random electric eel, and it was during that route when Yamcha stumbled on a room. It was an underwater room; some wall had collapsed and sunk the whole thing in. Gold coins, swords with rubies embedded in them, and crowns. All kinds of unimaginable riches. This wasn't even the room with the goddess statue he was looking for.

'Did I stumble on One Piece? Just who the hell were these guys? This much wealth from pirating, they must have been world-famous during their time.'

It took hours, maybe even days (it was hard to tell time down here) for Yamcha to find all the treasure in the cave and stuff it in his inventory. From the story, he only remembered a chest of gold and diamonds before the whole place was sunk down, and they had to escape. But since he hadn't seen the show in decades, there was more wealth than he had thought. Enough Gold to crash the market if he released it all to the public.

After milking the whole place dry, Yamcha used a Kamehameha wave to crash the whole thing down and flew off.

Now he had the money, but he had another dilemma. Where do you go to buy an island? It's not like they will sell islands at yard sales or the flea market. Yamcha took out his phone from the inventory and called someone who might know something about it.

"Hello? Who is this?" A voice came from the other side.

"I-"

"Wait, wait, don't tell me." Dr Brief interrupted him. "I have developed a new machine that can tell me where you are just by a phone call alone."

"But I wanted to ask where you can buy an island?"

"I will text you the number later."

'You have a number about that?' Yamcha was even more confused. But Dr Brief was a weird guy, so he didn't question the man's actions too much. Bulma's mom might be a younger clone of herself, or maybe Dr Brief developed a machine that stopped aging. If that was the case, why did he stop aging when he was so old?

Since they were on the phone, and his curiosity was killing him, Yamcha asked. "Sir, if you had a machine that could stop aging, hypothetically, of course. Why would you stop aging when you're old and not younger."

"Because of the mustache, of course," the old man answered without even a split second of hesitation, and that was when Yamcha decided to stop asking any more questions. He just confirmed that this mild old man was smarter than the average fan would assume.

A couple of dozen silent, awkward seconds passed.

"Oh, that's where you are," Dr Brief said. "Are you flying? From the satellite, I can't see any vehicle around you. That's impressive, and I didn't know martial arts could do that."

'Satelite? Spying? Like father, like daughter.' Yamcha thought. "So, will you send me the contacts?"

"Sure."

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Two days later, Yamcha was the proud owner of an island with its own wildlife in the middle of nowhere sea. He paid in diamonds and gold. No questions were asked.

Those same contacts also moved the people over to the island to build the school, fields, and everything else needed to learn martial arts. Yamcha dealt with all of the most dangerous animals and let the workers do their jobs.

He flew across his new island. It was a big island, about the size of a medium-sized country. Many helicopters and aircraft flew by and landed atop some mountains where Yamcha was building his new home.

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Yamcha flies over a deserted place. His Flying Skill had grown to levels where taking a plane would be just a waste of time. Though it still takes quite a bit of Ki to fly since he was still weak compared to the aliens, but Senzu Beans made Ki a non-factor in this. So he could power-level the flying skill as much as he wanted.

He arrived at a small village with a water reservoir, but not enough. This was Nam's village. He sensed the stronger power in the village and saw Nam in the distance teaching his younger brother how to throw a punch. Yamcha got closer.

"You must keep your body stable at all times. That's how you can throw multiple punches at maximum power," Nam instructed his younger sibling.

Yamcha watched from the sidelines.

Family. Though he tried to put the thought in the back of his mind, Yamcha had left a family behind.

He had two younger siblings who were about ten years younger. By the time Yamcha had left that world and come to this one, they should be entering high school. He wondered how they might be doing. What if they were bullied when he wasn't around? They probably wouldn't since they were a handful themselves.

What about his mother? Would she be able to take care of all those bills on her own?

He clenched his teeth, and a calming wave washed under him. Gamer's Mind didn't allow his emotions to dull his abilities. In this case, he needed to get Nam on his side and start the Earth Defense program.

Yamcha's eyes hardened. 'One day, I am going back. I'm a selfish man who likes to have the cake and eat it too. In this world, I will have fun and one day go back. Then come here and have fun whenever I want.'

There was no answer from the Gamer Interface, like always.

There was nothing he could do; even bawling his eyes out and crying wouldn't change anything. So he will continue walking forward, and always be many steps ahead of everyone else, one day he will find a way back.

So Yamcha continued like he always had, walking one step at a time and didn't worry about things he currently had no control over.

'I really need a travel companion to keep me from thinking depressing shit like this. It's easier when my biggest worry is how big my Kamehameha Wave is.'

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A/N: For this week I will post daily chapters, and for every 100 Power Stones you will get +1 extra chapter.