Chapter 6: Yamcha vs Vegeta
Meanwhile, as Yamcha turned back towards Vegeta and before he could request to accompany him to the arena and engage in combat, Vegeta's expression turned skeptical, his eyes fixated on Yamcha's retreating figure.
Doubt crept into his mind, and he couldn't help but question the veracity of Yamcha's words.
"Is he speaking the truth?"
Normally, if Yamcha's power level remained significantly lower than Vegeta's, the proud Saiyan prince would dismiss the challenge outright, scoffing at Yamcha's perceived weakness.
However, if Yamcha had made substantial progress in his training, there existed a possibility that Vegeta might entertain the challenge, driven either by curiosity or a burning desire to assert his dominance.
Yet this time it's different, Vegeta found himself in a peculiar position, he was sincerely curious and it allowed Yamcha's proposition to linger in his mind.
The question gnawed at him:
How could a feeble mortal like Yamcha possess knowledge of his attainment of the legendary Super Saiyan form, a feat accomplished by both Kakarot and the mysterious individual with a sword whom Kakarot had fought with his fingers?
No one should know this information as of now, even Bulma.
So, driven by his insatiable curiosity, Vegeta decided to acquiesce to Yamcha's request.
"Very well, we shall proceed," he thought to himself.
"I will force him to tell all his secrets by making him spit some mouthful of blood, and in the event that his secret eludes me, I will choose to either eliminate him from existence or continue beating the crap out of him and then reduce him to a state of despair.
"After all, this insignificant mortal has dared to challenge me, boasting of his ability to vanquish not only myself but also Kakarot and Frieza.
"Beating him is only fitting, as the proud prince of the warrior Saiyan race, that I demonstrate my might and establish my dominance."
Suddenly, a radiant light enveloped Vegeta's senses, its brilliance blinding him momentarily.
The energy emanating from this source felt unfamiliar, so different from the familiar energy signatures of Ki.
Vegeta stood there, stunned and perplexed.
"Huh?"
He uttered, his voice laced with surprise. In the blink of an eye, Yamcha underwent a swift transformation before Vegeta's eyes.
His once black hair now gleamed with a lustrous white hue, radiating an aura of fiery power.
Yet, to Vegeta's astonishment, he found himself unable to perceive anhy trace of Ki emanating from Yamcha's transformed state.
"What?"
Vegeta exclaimed with curiosity.
Yamcha, now facing Vegeta, raised his index finger and pointed towards a distant location, issuing a challenge with unwavering confidence.
"Let us proceed in that direction," he declared.
…
Inside the grand arena that had served as the renowned venue for countless World Martial Arts Tournaments, Vegeta and Yamcha stood facing each other.
Positioned on the left side, Vegeta wore a stern expression, his arms tightly crossed over his chest.
Yamcha, on the other hand, assumed a stance he had ingrained in his memory—the Wolf Fang Fist.
Before them, a small gathering of spectators gazed on, their astonishment palpable, for none of them recognized these two combatants.
Unbeknownst to the crowd, all the other fighters in the backstage area had been rendered unconscious, with Vegeta and Yamcha emerging as the sole culprits responsible for their incapacitation.
"Vegeta, are you ready?"
Yamcha inquired, a smile gracing his lips—an uncharacteristic departure from his usual countenance.
Yet, as swiftly as the smile had materialized, it dissipated, replaced by a sudden, inexplicable pounding in his chest.
The rhythmic thumping resonated loudly, growing in intensity with each passing moment, as though a furious drumbeat surged within his very being.
Tudub!
Tudub!
Tudub!
Soon enough, an alert would sound within the recesses of his mind, accompanied by a message that would materialize before his eyes.
Ding!
—-
Innate Exponential ability activated.
Physical Attribute: 40 and Life force: 1,980,000 will be multiplied by 2, resulting in Physical attributes of 80 and Life force of 3,960,000.
—-
Vegeta, perpetually poised and self-assured, maintained his crossed-arm stance and issued a challenge.
"Come at me. I, a proud Saiyan won't even need to exert my Ki energy against a mere mortal..."
Though he detected a slight increase in Yamcha's life force, it proved disappointingly minuscule, fueling his sense of disillusionment.
This made Vegeta make a resolve to defeat his opponent with a single devastating blow.
Breathing heavily, Yamcha began to move, moving sidestep.
Slowly and surely, slowly and surely.
Ding!
—-
Innate Exponential ability activated.
Physical Attribute: 80 and Life force: 3,960,000 will be multiplied by 4, resulting in Physical attributes of 320 and Life force of 15,840,000.
—-
In front of Yamcha, a system message materialized with a resounding sound.
Ding!
—-
The host had surpassed foe's power level by a wide gap.
So, the host's passive innate ability, which had been activated until now, will be temporarily deactivated.
—-
Yamcha, who had been cautiously circling around Vegeta, felt his body suddenly unleashed an immense surge of Ki, leaving both him and Vegeta taken aback.
Swoosh!
The realization that he could now harness and control Ki filled him with surprise and a sense of newfound power.
"Could it be that my enhanced attributes have granted me a very good understanding of Ki?"
He pondered, unable to find any other explanation that made sense.
Meanwhile, a smile spread across Vegeta's face as he keenly sensed the overwhelming surge of Ki pulsating between them.
Based on this energy, he could roughly estimate that Yamcha's strength now surpassed his own by an astonishing margin, nearly fourfold.
"You're not half bad for a mere human," Vegeta remarked, a rare admission from him, as he acknowledged that Yamcha had delivered on his promise of providing a formidable challenge.
Looking at the white visage and formidable presence of Yamcha, he couldn't help but give an admiration.
"If you were on planet Frieza, you could've helped a lot…"
Vegeta knew that in that state, he won't be a match against Yamcha.
Fortunately, just fortunately, he awakened the Super Saiyan, if not, he would be sweating nonstop.
Soon, Yamcha made a move again.
Vegeta's lips curled into a disdainful sneer as he observed Yamcha's attempt at a grand display.
The Saiyan prince couldn't help but ponder why this insignificant mortal, who was aware of his Super Saiyan form, would still dare to challenge him.
A flicker of amusement danced in Vegeta's eyes as he mused that Yamcha might have underestimated the sheer power and ferocity of a Super Saiyan.
Excitement surged through Vegeta's veins, fueling his warrior spirit.
"Let me witness what this mere mortal is up ro against the Prince of proud warriors and a Super Saiyan," Vegeta thought to himself, maintaining an outward appearance of calmness with closed eyes and unmoving stance.
Meanwhile, Yamcha continued to circle him, but then abruptly came to a halt. Vegeta's curiosity sparked as he wondered why Yamcha had ceased his movements.
It was then that Yamcha placed his hands nonchalantly on his chest and crossed it as confidently spoke with a composed demeanor.
"Look, Vegeta, I'd rather not engage in a battle of Ki with you. The destructive aftermath in this arena would bore the spectators. How about we first engage in hand-to-hand combat before we proceed?"
Vegeta nearly chuckled at the audacity of Yamcha's proposition.
"This insignificant mortal truly believes he can vanquish a Super Saiyan with his superficial transformations. I wonder what would his face looks like once I painted his white fur with his own red blood, but for now, let us play along with his little charade," Vegeta thought to himself, extending his hand towards
Yamcha.
Using his finger, he beckoned Yamcha to come.
"Very well, mortal.
"Come and let me show you how feeble and puny you are!"
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