16 Chapter 16 - Not So Secret Admirer

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Two weeks have passed since Oolong came to this rich household, and he has experienced many wondrous things. Expensive delicious food he had never eaten before, expensive wine, and other drinks. To say that he was enjoying the experience would be an understatement.

Everyone else was enjoying their stay here too. Even that gangster bastard had enamored Dr Brief with his magical skill to turn people into carrots, and that magic skill is being studied. The old man was studying transformation too, but mostly doing so with Puar since Oolong had a time limit, unlike the cat.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" The sound of someone yelling out and then a heavy thud rang out.

Oh… right, one guy wasn't enjoying the luxury.

Oolong stopped in the hallways and looked outside the window. The masochist, Yamcha, was punching at a metallic beam as if it had killed his family. How his fists weren't deformed and mangled was a miracle.

Also, for some reason, Yamcha wore a weighted vest and chunky bracelets on four limbs that probably weighed a lot.

"He is quite fascinating, isn't he?" Dr Brief interrupted his thoughts as the old scientist walked down the hallways with a small black cat on his shoulder.

"Y -Yeah," Oolong answered, uncertainly.

He always wondered what this old man might be thinking. In Oolong's eyes, Dr Brief and Yamcha were two sides of the same coin, both were weird, and that was coming from a talking pig that can transform.

"His regeneration is beyond human, and even broken bones heal after a good night's sleep. Also, he has those green beans he eats, which heal him completely." Dr Brief took out a small green jelly bean. "He gave me one too. I tried studying it with all the technology I could, and nothing came back. It's some kind of synthetic magic many levels above that of Carrot or Puar."

"Huh? Are you asking me about it?" Oolong looked confused.

"Well, you're a talking pig, no offense. So I thought you might know something."

"I have no idea," Oolong shrugged.

After that, Dr Brief shrugged, and his interest was lost. The old man walked off without a care in the world and whistled to himself.

"Why am I surrounded by weirdos all the time?" Oolong sighed.

BOOOOOM!!!

Suddenly an explosion rocked the whole building, and he got spooked. "Are we under attack?!"

He looked outside the hallway, riddled with windows like a school, for natural light to come in. Oolong didn't know why he was overanalyzing things. Maybe it was the panic.

But that panic was lost once he saw Yamcha outside, breathing heavily with a crater around him and his clothes ripped to shreds. Yamcha clasped his hands together and shot a beam at the sky. Then the beam turned around at himself.

BOOOOOOM!!!

The whole building shook once again as Yamcha had his arms around his own Kamehameha Wave and struggled before throwing the beam upward like a volleyball.

Then Yamcha slumped to the ground, tired.

Just then, Oolong felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He took it out and flipped it open. It was… Bulma? Wasn't she supposed to be at school? How did she know his number?

"Stupid pig!" She called out through the phone in a hushed whisper. Was she in class? "Go and check on Yamcha!"

How did she know what Yamcha was doing?

"Miss Brief, is that a phone I see!" The teacher's voice came through before the line closed from the other side.

Oolong sighed. There was Miss Brief, whose photos when Bulma was born looked the same as she did now. A mad scientist (possibly), a magical rabbit gangster that can turn people into carrots, a training freak, and now a stalker who has a crush on the training freak. The stalker is also the daughter of the mad scientist and the woman who doesn't seem to age.

If there were a picture in the dictionary next to the word clusterfuck, this would be it.

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Yamcha felt his bones breaking as he slumped to the ground. One of his ribs punctured a lung, and it felt like warm juice filling his lungs. Drowning in your blood was a weird feeling.

He barely had enough power to move his charred hands, but he popped a Senzu Bean in his mouth and was back in top shape.

Having forgotten to sleep for the last four days, his diet consisted mostly of Senzu Beans. But his power level showed results, though, and his stats averaged at 40, which might not sound much in numbers from his previous.

But now, when he punches metal, the metal bends instead of his fist breaking. Also, dodging his speed projectiles is much easier now too.

That progress was due to his interface, senzu beans, and titles. For a normal human, this progress would take months for talented ones and possibly years. Though he also had the advantage of not needing to sleep or rest.

"Yamcha! Yamcha! Look at this watermelon cake!" Suddenly, Puar interrupted his thoughts and brought a plate of cake which he was holding with its little hands over his head.

"Thanks, Puar. Also, did you learn the new technique?"

"Yep, though making the mist was kinda hard. But then I just imagined myself transforming into a human creature with the smoke around it," as he said, there was a poof of smoke, and Puar transformed into a beautiful red-haired woman with a body as close to perfection as possible.

She was naked, with bits of smoke barely covering her private parts.

"You need to say Sexy Jutsu," Yamcha added seriously.

"I'm not doing that." Puar refused immediately. She was pouting in her new form, which was quite seductive.

"But the last person who used this was a ninja. You would dishonor his memory if you didn't yell out the technique's name. That would be a lack of respect on your part."

"I don't want to respect someone who created a technique like this."

"C'mon, the original user of the technique did it. He grew up to become someone who saved the world. His teachers were legends, and so was his father."

"I bet his teacher was a pervert."

"Hey! Don't talk about Jiraya like that! He died a hero!" He insisted.

"Yet you still aren't refuting that he was a pervert."

Their banter continued like that for a while as Yamcha rested. He liked to banter, and it reminded him of his past life with those close to him.

The physical exercise and pain wasn't the hardest thing to do, as he got used to it quite fast, nor was the pain. But knowing that you must endure the pain was more dawning than anything.

After a while, Bulma returned from school, and she always went to hug Yamcha. "How has your day been?"

"Good," He cautiously accepted and used Observe on her. "Did you have a good time at school?"

"Yes. Thankfully I got in no trouble, and you aren't hurt," her smile was bright, and she seemed happy.

Now from those words alone, he could guess the situation since she just came in and he never told her anything about being hurt.

[Hobbies: Spying on her crush, learning more about her crush.]

[Goals: Putting a new hidden camera in the bathroom.]

"..."

"Is something wrong?" She tilted her head in a cutesy way.

"No… everything is alright," Yamcha answered with a crooked smile. Learning that a genius girl is stalking you wasn't what he could consider healthy. Yamcha only hoped she would outgrow this period in her life. "I was just thinking about journeying out in the world."

"Oh! Can I come with?" She asked excitedly.

Yamcha didn't need mind reading powers to see she was likely thinking something like: 'Ehehehe, I get to be alone with him. Maybe if he falls asleep, I can have my way with him.'

A chill went down his spine. "Ah, no, you still have school. I'm just… going to visit some old friends and see if they're alright. He is kinda getting up to a certain age."

Old friend? He didn't have anything like that! But at this point, Yamcha was trying to find an excuse to get out of this. He didn't want his days' training here to be spent wandering if Bulma was spying on him every time he went to the bathroom.

For the first time in this life, Yamcha started wondering that maybe he should have gone along with Bulma's feelings and gone along with the timeline of them breaking up.

"Do you need me to help you with packing?" She asked nicely.

Yamcha was about to answer Yes, but then saw the glint in her eyes and grew suspicious. "No, I have everything ready."

The last thing he wanted was a tracker on him.

Just like that, Yamcha quickly set off with a plane he took out of his inventory after saying goodbye to everyone and taking Puar with him.