Reborn As Yamcha With The Cultivations System

Yamcha sat in deep meditation, feeling the familiar hum of energy around him. It had been a year since the Saiyans were first predicted to arrive, and the time for their arrival was nearing. He took a deep breath and focused on his cultivation system, fine-tuning his energy flow, knowing that the battle ahead would be anything but ordinary.

The rest of the Z Fighters were assembling around him—Piccolo, Gohan, Krillin, and Tenshinhan. He could feel their anticipation in the air. He looked at them and nodded, signaling that everything was in place. His focus then shifted to Raditz, who stood off to the side wearing a casual biker-like outfit, a subtle but noticeable change from his previous attire. Yamcha couldn't help but think about how far they'd all come since their first encounter. This was a fusion of events that no one could have predicted, and there was still much uncertainty.

"They're here," Krillin said suddenly, his voice tense as he sensed the approaching power.

Yamcha stood up, his sword at the ready. "Yes, they are. Everyone, get ready."

The Z Fighters braced themselves as three figures descended from the sky. The moment their feet touched the earth, a heavy tension filled the air. Yamcha's breath caught in his throat as he realized who was standing alongside Nappa and Vegeta. With them was Broly. The sight of the Legendary Super Saiyan sent a shiver down his spine. This Broly wasn't the familiar version he'd saw in the anime this was the original Z-Broly, the one from the DBZA universe. It was a surprise he hadn't prepared for, but he'd have to face it now.

Nappa grinned as he looked over the group. "Well, well, Vegeta, it looks like we've got an interesting crowd here."

Vegeta barely acknowledged Nappa's comment, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the fighters. "It seems like it," he muttered.

Nappa let out a laugh. "We've got a three-eyed guy, a green slug, a traitor, a child, and..." He paused and stared at Krillin. "A Pokémon?"

Yamcha had to hold back a laugh at Nappa's offhand remark. "Definitely DBZA Nappa, but still, I can't afford to underestimate them."

Broly, standing at the back, eyed the group with an unsettling calmness. "How big is your power level?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.

Vegeta sighed in irritation, clearly fed up with Broly's focus on power levels. "Good damn it, no one cares about that anymore," he snapped.

Broly's eyes didn't leave the group. "Mine is big," he replied with an almost amused smirk.

Yamcha took a deep breath and looked over his team. He couldn't let them falter now. The battle with these Saiyans—especially with Broly in the mix—was going to be a real test.

Nappa, sensing the tension in the air, raised his hand. "Alright, enough talk. Let's see what you're made of, Earthlings! Go, my Saibamen!"

The ground beneath them trembled as several small, green, alien-like creatures erupted from the soil, their bodies brimming with hostile energy. The Saibamen began to hiss, clearly eager for a fight.

Yamcha's hand tightened around his sword's hilt. "Alright, let's make this quick." He glanced at the others, signaling them to take position.

As the Saibamen charged, Yamcha was already in motion, his sword drawn and ready. This fight would be crucial—not just to protect Earth, but to understand how strong their enemies truly were. And from what he could feel, this wasn't going to be an easy battle.

Yamcha stood firm, his sword glowing with the energy of his Sword Intent, the air crackling with raw power. His focus sharpened as he aimed his blade at the advancing Saibamen. With a swift motion, he called out, "Demon Strike!"

In an instant, his sword swept through the air in a deadly arc. The energy surrounding the blade cut through the Saibamen with surgical precision, severing each of them in half before they could even react. Their bodies fell to the ground in a heap, the once intimidating creatures now reduced to lifeless husks. Yamcha's breath was steady as he sheathed his sword, his eyes focused on the remaining threats.

Vegeta, watching the display, raised an eyebrow in interest. "Sword Intent... Interesting," he muttered, his voice tinged with both curiosity and a bit of disdain.

Nappa grinned widely, cracking his knuckles. "Well, looks like it's my turn then." He flexed his muscles, readying himself for battle. "Let's see how much fun I can have with these weaklings."

Broly, his towering form radiating power, turned his gaze to Yamcha. "You're strong," he growled, his voice low and filled with menace. "But I don't care about your sword. Let's see how long you last against me."

Yamcha stood tall, unflinching in the face of Broly's intensity. "We'll see about that."

Vegeta stepped back, arms crossed, his gaze cold and calculating. "Nappa, you deal with the rest. Broly, you take on Yamcha. If these weak Earthlings can't defeat you, I have nothing more to say."

With Vegeta's command, Nappa immediately charged toward the others, his massive frame crashing through the air as he prepared to face the Z Fighters. Yamcha, however, kept his focus solely on Broly, whose overwhelming power seemed to fill the air around them.

The ground trembled beneath Yamcha's feet as Broly let out a roar, his power flaring up like a living volcano. Yamcha's muscles tensed, and he could feel the immense energy Broly was putting out. This wasn't just the Z-Broly he had heard about—it was the full force of a Legendary Super Saiyan, and Yamcha knew he'd need everything he had to stand a chance.

"You ready?" Yamcha said, his grip tightening around his sword.

Broly's grin widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "I'm always ready."

With a sudden burst of speed, Broly launched himself at Yamcha, the air exploding with force as the Legendary Super Saiyan's massive fist slammed toward him. Yamcha barely managed to sidestep the punch, feeling the rush of wind as Broly's fist passed inches from his face.

"Fast," Yamcha muttered, impressed but not backing down. His hand was already moving, bringing his sword up in a defensive arc. Broly's attacks were powerful, but Yamcha had trained too long to let brute strength overwhelm him.

The two clashed, Broly's immense strength pitted against Yamcha's agility and technique. Each blow Broly delivered was thunderous, shaking the ground beneath them, but Yamcha was able to anticipate his movements, using his speed to avoid direct hits while landing calculated slashes with his sword.

Broly's expression darkened, frustrated by the lack of easy hits. "You're not bad," he grunted. "But not enough to stop me."

Yamcha smirked, sweat dripping down his forehead as he maintained his composure. "I don't need to stop you—I just need to survive long enough for the others to take down Nappa."

Suddenly, Yamcha darted forward, his sword shimmering with energy as he aimed for Broly's side. With a swift, precise motion, he slashed, the blade singing through the air. Broly grunted in pain as the cut tore into his skin, but his rage only intensified.

"You're dead!" Broly roared, his power skyrocketing. He swung both fists downward in a brutal double hammer strike aimed at Yamcha's head.

Yamcha leapt into the air, narrowly avoiding the attack. As he soared above Broly, he called upon his Sword Intent once again, his blade glowing brighter as he descended, ready to land a decisive blow.

But Broly wasn't done. His energy flared wildly, and with a primal scream, he unleashed a shockwave that sent Yamcha flying backward, crashing into the ground with a resounding thud.

Yamcha struggled to rise, his body aching from the impact. "Damn... that hurt..." he muttered, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.

Broly chuckled darkly. "You're tougher than I thought, but it won't be enough."

Yamcha, however, wasn't ready to give up. He pushed himself up, his eyes narrowed with determination. "I don't need to be enough to beat you... I just need to hold my ground."

As Broly charged toward him again, Yamcha's mind raced. He knew he couldn't take on Broly head-to-head with sheer strength. But with his Sword Intent and his cultivation techniques, there was still a chance. He just needed to bide his time, wait for an opening.

The battle between Yamcha and Broly had only just begun, and with each passing moment, the stakes grew higher. The Z Fighters were fighting their own battles, but this—this was the fight that would determine the future of Earth.

Yamcha clenched his sword tightly as Broly's next charge sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield. Dust and debris swirled around him as he thought to himself, "System, some help here. What do I do? This is way above my pay grade!"

A familiar mechanical voice echoed in his mind, calm and precise despite the chaos around him.

[ Host, analyzing the opponent's power level. Recommendation: Employ evasive tactics and utilize your energy reserves strategically. A technique capable of overwhelming the enemy's brute strength is required. Generating options now ]

Yamcha's brows furrowed. "I don't have time for a menu of options, System! What can I do right now?"

[ Option identified: Combine Sword Intent with your cultivation energy to execute 'Heavenly Fang Slash.' This technique will concentrate all available power into a single strike. Warning: High energy expenditure detected. It may leave you vulnerable if unsuccessful ]

Yamcha groaned internally. "Yeah, great. High risk, high reward. Just my luck." He glanced at Broly, who was closing in with terrifying speed, his fists glowing with unrestrained power. There was no time to second-guess.

"Fine, let's do this," Yamcha muttered, gripping his sword tighter. He took a deep breath, feeling his cultivation energy flow into the blade. The sword began to radiate a brilliant light, its aura shifting into something almost celestial.

Broly roared as he leapt toward him, his massive fist aimed directly at Yamcha's chest. Yamcha planted his feet firmly on the ground, focusing everything he had into the technique.

"Heavenly Fang Slash!" he shouted, swinging his sword in a wide arc. A blinding wave of energy erupted from the blade, cutting through the air like a divine crescent of light. The attack collided with Broly's fist, creating a massive explosion that shook the battlefield.

The shockwave knocked everyone else off their feet. Krillin shielded Gohan, and Piccolo braced himself against the blast, his eyes wide with shock. "What the hell was that?!" he exclaimed.

As the dust settled, Yamcha remained standing, though barely. His breathing was ragged, and his sword trembled in his hand. Across from him, Broly stood as well, his armor cracked and blood trickling from a deep gash across his chest.

Broly touched the wound, his expression a mix of surprise and rage. "You... hurt me," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Nobody hurts me!"

Yamcha staggered, his legs threatening to give out. "Yeah, well... there's a first time for everything," he said with a shaky smirk. But inside, he was screaming. "System! He's still standing! What do I do now?!"

"Host, additional reinforcements required. The opponent's power is far beyond your current capabilities. Recommend delaying further until Son Goku arrives."

"Delay him? Great plan, genius!" Yamcha muttered sarcastically, but he didn't have time to argue. Broly was already preparing his next attack, his energy surging to even greater heights. Yamcha tightened his grip on his sword, readying himself for what came next.

The battle wasn't over—not by a long shot. But Yamcha wasn't going down without a fight.

Yamcha steadied himself, forcing his legs to cooperate. The glowing remnants of his Heavenly Fang Slash faded as Broly's aura grew more ferocious. His opponent's bloodlust was palpable. Yamcha swallowed hard and muttered, "I really hope Goku's making good time…"

Broly's energy swirled around him like a storm as he growled, "You think that little trick was enough to stop me? I'll crush you!"

Yamcha took a deep breath. "Calm down," he told himself. "Think. You've survived worse... probably."

[ "Host," ] the system's voice chimed in, cutting through his thoughts, [ "current energy reserves at 40%. Defensive maneuvers are advised. Utilize movement-based techniques to delay the opponent. Distraction tactics recommended." ]

"Distraction tactics? You're saying I should play keep-away with this guy?" Yamcha hissed under his breath, sidestepping a chunk of rock Broly had hurled in his direction.

[ "Affirmative. Buying time increases the likelihood of reinforcements arriving. Avoid direct engagement." ]

Yamcha rolled his eyes but didn't argue. "Fine, let's make this flashy, then."

Broly charged forward, the ground cracking under his every step. Yamcha leapt into the air, his movements fluid and precise, cultivated through years of training. He spun mid-air, narrowly avoiding Broly's massive fist as it crashed into the ground, creating a small crater.

Yamcha landed a few feet away, smirking. "Is that all you've got, big guy? My grandma swings harder than that!"

Broly roared in frustration, firing a series of ki blasts. Yamcha zigzagged through them, using the debris as cover. Each explosion sent shockwaves through the battlefield, but Yamcha kept moving, never staying in one place for too long.

[ "Excellent evasive maneuvers, Host. Maintaining this pattern will maximize survival chances." ]

"Great pep talk," Yamcha muttered, narrowly ducking another blast.

Broly's anger was growing. His attacks became less precise, more erratic, as Yamcha continued to outmaneuver him.

"Come on, big guy, you're gonna have to try harder than that!" Yamcha taunted, though internally he was starting to sweat. "I can't keep this up forever…"

[ "Host, a new strategy has been generated. Utilize terrain manipulation combined with Sword Intent to create barriers or obstacles to slow the opponent." ]

Yamcha glanced around, noting the jagged rocks and uneven terrain. "Not a bad idea, System. Let's give it a shot."

He slammed his sword into the ground, channeling what remained of his energy into the blade. The earth around him trembled before erupting upward, forming a series of jagged stone pillars between him and Broly.

Broly skidded to a halt, his glowing eyes narrowing. He smashed through the first pillar with ease, but the debris momentarily obscured his vision. Yamcha used the opening to reposition himself, keeping his distance.

[ "Reinforcements inbound, Host. Estimated arrival: 90 seconds." ]

"Ninety seconds? That's a lifetime in a fight!" Yamcha exclaimed, ducking behind another pillar as Broly destroyed it with a single punch.

[ "Recommendation: Maintain distance and continue evasion. Do not engage directly." ]

"Yeah, yeah, I got it," Yamcha muttered. He leapt onto a nearby boulder, his eyes darting to the horizon. "Goku, you'd better show up soon… because I'm running out of tricks."

Broly roared again, his aura flaring brighter. "You can't hide forever, weakling!" He raised both hands, gathering an enormous ball of energy above his head.

Yamcha's heart sank. "System, please tell me you've got something for this!"

[ "Analyzing... No countermeasure available. Host must avoid impact at all costs." ]

"Fantastic," Yamcha muttered. As the energy ball grew larger, he prepared for what might be the most desperate dodge of his life. "Just hold on, Yamcha. Reinforcements are almost here..."

To be continued

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