Reborn As Yamcha With The Cultivations System

Yamcha then tryd to block punch from Broly, as then then he notice Broly right arm was a miss lead as then it hit his head as he went flying to a mouth. Yamcha has hit his head before during fight but never this hard, but something happened he started to rember, his past life and not trh anime logic but his full past life and everything in it.

He saw it and he was amazed, but also tarified as he was solder

Yamcha's head spun as Broly's punch landed, sending him flying through the air like a ragdoll. He barely had time to react before slamming into a nearby mountain, rocks and dust exploding around him. The pain was excruciating, but what shocked Yamcha the most was the sudden surge of memories flooding his mind.

For a moment, everything went silent.

He wasn't just Yamcha from Dragon Ball anymore. No—he was someone else, someone from a completely different life, a soldier with years of combat experience, memories of battles fought, and wars endured. His eyes snapped open as the weight of those memories hit him like a ton of bricks.

The world around him blurred as his brain tried to process the endless images, sounds, and sensations that overwhelmed his senses. He wasn't just a Saiyan warrior, a fighter in a world of Dragon Ball. He was a soldier who had lived a full life—one filled with triumphs, losses, and countless battles.

The life before this one. The life he had forgotten, buried under years of fighting and training. He remembered the tactics, the strategy, the discipline. He had fought wars—real wars, not just the constant battles against foes like Frieza and the androids. He had fought for nations, fought for ideals. The sword had been his tool, his weapon, and his identity.

But there was more—his emotions, his struggles, his losses. He remembered every single detail—the fear before battle, the camaraderie with his fellow soldiers, the burning desire to survive, to protect the people he loved. He had faced impossible odds and somehow always managed to pull through.

"How… how can I remember all of this?" Yamcha thought, trying to center himself amidst the storm of memories.

[ "Host, this is an unexpected side effect of the system's synchronization with your past life. The combat skills from your previous existence are being integrated into your current form. It is recommended that you harness this new strength to improve your chances of survival." ]

Yamcha's mind raced, the echoes of his former self sharpening his awareness and focus. He could feel it—his body was reacting differently now. The instincts of a seasoned soldier were surging to the forefront, and with them came the strategies and techniques of a life he had forgotten.

His senses were heightened, and for the first time, he could clearly read Broly's every movement. The green giant was powerful, but Yamcha now saw through his aggression, his speed, and his immense power. He could predict the patterns, the rhythm of Broly's punches.

Yamcha rose to his feet, a newfound determination flickering in his eyes. He could feel his combat instincts from his past life intertwining with the skills he had learned in this one. He was no longer just relying on sword techniques and ki blasts. His every move was now deliberate, calculated, and precise, like a seasoned warrior.

His hand went to the hilt of his sword, and as he did, something deep inside him clicked into place. The sword—his sword—felt familiar in his grip. The aura around him shifted as his power surged, not from his current training, but from the memories and instincts of his past.

Broly charged at him again, faster this time. Yamcha moved.

He wasn't just dodging anymore. He was anticipating, predicting, countering, and striking. Every motion was fluid, as if he had been in this battle for years, not just days.

As Broly's massive fist came crashing down, Yamcha sidestepped with precision, feeling the rush of wind as the punch passed just inches from his face. He didn't hesitate—he countered immediately with a blade of energy cutting through the air, striking Broly's chest.

Broly staggered back in surprise, more from the shock of the hit than the actual damage, his eyes wide. "What... is this power?"

Yamcha didn't answer. His mind was too focused now, his body moving instinctively as he fought. The combination of his past life's training and the cultivation techniques he had mastered made him a force to be reckoned with.

[ "Host, your power level is increasing. Enhanced combat strategies are now available for execution. However, Broly is still more powerful than you in raw strength. Caution is advised." ]

Yamcha grinned through gritted teeth. "I don't need to be stronger. I just need to be smarter."

The battle raged on, with Yamcha using his newfound skill and knowledge to outwit Broly at every turn. But Yamcha was no fool—he knew this wouldn't last forever. Broly's sheer power was still overwhelming, and without backup, the fight was one he could only delay.

But for the first time in his life, Yamcha didn't feel helpless. He felt alive—like he could actually win, like he had a real shot.

"I'll make this count," he thought, his grip tightening on the sword.

Broly roared again, charging with more fury than ever. Yamcha's eyes locked onto his opponent, his entire being focused on the fight.

"Bring it on," Yamcha whispered to himself, ready for whatever came next.

[ "Reinforcements will be arriving soon, Host. You are not alone in this battle." ]

As Broly lunged forward, his massive fists barreling down toward Yamcha with the force of a meteor, the wind around them howled. Yamcha's instincts kicked in, but this time, they weren't just his own. His previous life's combat experience—tactical thinking, precise strikes, and the sheer will to survive—flooded his every motion. His sword crackled with energy as he anticipated Broly's attack.

Broly's fist came down like a hammer, but Yamcha was already moving. He twisted his body, sliding to the side, the air pressure from Broly's blow scraping against his skin. With a fluid motion, Yamcha lifted his sword, and with a sharp, clean strike, he cut through Broly's massive arm—his sword slicing through the green skin like butter.

Broly howled in rage, clutching his dismembered arm, but even as he did, the injury began to heal. He roared, his eyes turning a dangerous shade of crimson.

Yamcha didn't stop. He attacked again, this time aiming for Broly's other arm. His blade shimmered with energy as it clashed against Broly's thick hide, sparks flying from the collision. Broly's power was immense, but Yamcha wasn't focused on overpowering him—he was playing the long game. Every strike, every movement, was designed to tire him out, to find weak spots, and to exhaust the brute force Broly was relying on.

[ "Host, your sword intent is perfect for a sustained battle. Continue with your calculated strikes. Broly's regenerative abilities are his strength, but they are not unlimited." ]

Yamcha could feel it now. Every time he landed a blow, he sensed Broly's power fluctuating. The green giant's healing was impressive, but it wasn't instantaneous. Each hit took something out of him.

Broly's anger reached new heights, and with a roar, he leaped into the air, charging up an energy blast that gathered between his hands. It was massive—enough to wipe out an entire city if it landed.

Yamcha's eyes narrowed. This was the moment he needed to be careful. The raw power of Broly's energy attacks was beyond what Yamcha had ever faced before, even with his previous experience.

As Broly launched the massive blast at him, Yamcha sprinted forward, his feet skimming across the ground. He dodged, weaving through the blast, the heat of it searing his skin. His sword raised high, Yamcha slashed through the incoming energy wave, dispersing it with a burst of his own energy, cutting through the blast with a technique he had developed through his past life and honed with the sword intent.

Broly's eyes widened. "What?!"

Yamcha didn't waste the opportunity. In the split second that Broly's attention was distracted, he closed the gap, using the momentum of his previous attack to slash across Broly's chest. The strike was clean and sharp, but it wasn't enough to seriously wound the monstrous Saiyan.

Broly staggered back, growling in frustration. His eyes locked onto Yamcha with a mix of anger and disbelief. "You're a fool if you think you can beat me!"

Yamcha stood his ground, his sword humming with power. "I don't need to beat you, Broly. I just need to survive long enough for my friends to arrive."

[ "Host, your current strength is approaching critical limits. Reinforcements will arrive in approximately 90 seconds. Stay alive until then." ]

Yamcha gritted his teeth. He knew he couldn't keep this up forever, but he could last long enough. He just needed to stay one step ahead.

As Broly roared, preparing to charge again, Yamcha turned to the side just in time to see Vegeta and Nappa starting to make their moves. Vegeta was watching, his arms folded, smirking, while Nappa moved to engage Krillin and the others.

The odds were stacked against them, but Yamcha had something they didn't.

"Alright, Broly. Let's see how long you can keep up," Yamcha muttered under his breath, preparing to meet the next onslaught.

Broly launched at him again, his form becoming a blur of motion. Yamcha gritted his teeth and swung his sword once more, this time with all his might. His energy surged, and the sword crackled with more intensity than before. The clash of their powers sent shockwaves through the air, shaking the ground beneath them.

[ "Host, your abilities have reached a level where additional upgrades can be unlocked. Should you wish to enhance your sword intent and combat abilities further, please activate the next phase of the system." ]

"Later," Yamcha muttered, gritting his teeth as he blocked another savage blow from Broly. "Right now, I need to keep him busy."

Just as Broly's fist came crashing down toward Yamcha's head, a familiar voice rang out.

"Yamcha! We're here!"

Yamcha looked up, relief flooding through him. Krillin, Gohan, Piccolo, and Raditz all charged forward, each ready to engage. But Yamcha's attention was still on Broly, who looked at them with a renewed fury in his eyes.

"You've made a grave mistake," Broly growled, his energy flaring as he prepared for the next attack.

But this time, it was different. Yamcha wasn't alone anymore. His allies were here, and together, they would face Broly and the other Saiyans, working as a team in ways they never had before.

Yamcha nodded to his team, his mind focused on the task ahead.

"Let's finish this," he said with determination, raising his sword once more.

[ "Mission update: Reinforcements have arrived. Team synergy has been established. Combat performance will increase exponentially." ]

With a final, unified roar, the battle against the Saiyans was about to escalate to an entirely new level.

Yamcha then looked at the. "Wait if you guys are here, what happened to Nappa"

Piccolo looked at him. "Goku came in time and defeated him, now he and Vegeta moved to a different place to fight"

Yamcha cursed, if this goes like Canon, Goku needs help. "Yamcha looked at Krillin and Gohan, go to Goku now"

Krillin looked at him. "Wait what about".

Piccolo looked at them. "We got this".

Yamcha looked at Broly as he was ready cut him, as Krillin and Gohan went but then it happened both him and Piccolo's was sent back as Yamcha Eyss opened as Broly had transformed into trh legendary Super Saiyan, as Yamcha then curse to him self, will atlest, Gohan, Krillin ans Raditz was with Goku, but he noticed something Broly was form was Unstable which ment Broly can be killed with one right attack.

Yamcha's heart raced as he analyzed the situation. Broly's transformation into the Legendary Super Saiyan was terrifying, but there was a significant flaw in his power. The sheer instability of Broly's form—his energy fluctuating erratically—meant that it was only a matter of time before the transformation would wear him down, but Yamcha couldn't wait for that.

Broly's eyes gleamed with madness, his power radiating so intensely it shook the very air around them. He let out a deafening roar, sending shockwaves through the battlefield as his muscles bulged and his energy swirled around him.

"You're all going to die!" Broly snarled, his voice deep and guttural, laced with pure, unbridled fury. He swung his arm wildly, sending a shockwave that nearly sent Yamcha off his feet.

Yamcha gritted his teeth, bracing himself. I can't waste any time. If I don't strike now, we could be in trouble.

His instincts, sharpened by years of training and the memories of his past life, kicked in. Yamcha quickly analyzed the unstable nature of Broly's energy and knew what he had to do. This wouldn't be about overpowering Broly with sheer strength. It would be about precision, about taking advantage of the unstable form he had now.

[ "Host, the instability in Broly's transformation has been detected. A well-placed, high-powered strike will have a significant chance of defeating him." ]

Yamcha nodded, focusing his energy. His sword crackled with intensity as he channeled all his will into the blade.

[ "Warning: Energy levels are critical. Host, proceed with caution." ]

Yamcha ignored the warning. This was the chance he needed.

Broly's eyes locked onto him, noticing the change in Yamcha's stance. "You think you can defeat me, Earthling? I am the Legendary Super Saiyan!" Broly roared, launching himself toward Yamcha with terrifying speed.

Yamcha darted to the side, narrowly avoiding Broly's massive fist that slammed into the ground with enough force to create a crater. Yamcha took a deep breath, focusing his energy into his sword.

[ "Host, target the heart. A direct hit will cause a catastrophic energy imbalance." ]

Yamcha didn't need to be told twice. He knew exactly what he had to do. Broly's wild energy was his weakness, and if he could land a direct strike on Broly's heart, the unstable energy would tear him apart from the inside.

With a burst of speed, Yamcha closed the distance. Broly was still disoriented from the failed attack, and Yamcha saw his opening. He swung his sword with all his might, his blade humming with power as it cleaved through the air.

Broly's eyes widened in shock as Yamcha's blade pierced through his chest, the sword cutting through the unstable energy that surrounded him. Broly let out an unearthly screech, his body convulsing as the energy inside him fluctuated wildly, the very essence of his transformation collapsing under the pressure of Yamcha's strike.

For a moment, everything seemed to freeze. Broly's form flickered like a dying flame, his body shaking violently as the instability took over. Then, with a final, guttural roar, Broly's transformation unraveled, his body exploding in a burst of energy that sent shockwaves through the battlefield.

Yamcha was knocked back by the explosion, landing hard on the ground, his body battered but still functional. His breathing was heavy, but a small, victorious smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

That… that worked, Yamcha thought, taking a moment to catch his breath. Broly's out of the picture.

But the victory was short-lived. Vegeta and Nappa were still somewhere out there, and Goku and the others were facing their own battles. Yamcha quickly picked himself up, feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

As he stood, Krillin's voice reached his ear, "Yamcha, we're with Goku! He's holding his own, but we need to hurry!"

Yamcha nodded to himself. "Good. Keep him alive. I'm going after Nappa and Vegeta."

With that, Yamcha quickly took off, heading toward where Vegeta and Nappa had moved their fight. He could feel the tension in the air, knowing that this battle was far from over.

But now, he was more confident. Broly was gone, and with his friends' support, they could finally take down the remaining Saiyans and protect Earth from the impending threat.

To be continued

Yes we are getting to Yamcha past life, not the reason why he getting his life memory back now, simple I had no idea what I wanted to do with his past life so that is why and now I do