Dragon Ball: Yamcha's Rebirth

"Umm, sir so we are in the 1930's you say- what is the law of the land, do the police do their job, are they corrupt you know the usual."

Hearing this the old man merely laughed before spouting back, "Young lad it's fine the police aren't corrupted more like their too scared of the gangsters since the 1919's when they'd become incredibly incompetent, which isn't a surprise considering the amount of power the Triad hold anyway. And every other region is in chaos ruled by warlords and such."

"Also calling me sir makes me feel old, call me something else I don't know like Lǎoshī, Shuòshì or something since I'll be teaching you the art of tailoring to make a living now won't I young..."

Hearing this I was relieved though I didn't know what to do, my real name or my real name.

You might be confused so I'll explain, Yamcha is my real name since it's my current life's name however my previous life's name was Yum Cha, so you can guess because of that I was a Yamcha fan from the start.

But that names the only personal thing I remember other than the Dragon Ball knowledge I engulfed from that kid who tried stealing my body pesky kid really but I merged and took his knowledge so I'm not that bothered.

"Master my name is Yamcha, and I was trained by a hermit living off on a island by his self, though I'm not sure if he's still alive (due to getting beat the crap out for being a creepy pedobear.) I can remember I came back to civilisation yet everything became a blur until I woke up today."

Hearing this the old tailor merely sighed, as he looked at me, he knew I was a martial artist he could tell from my body language as well as my muscles.

It was plain obvious to all considering my rough hands and grazed skin. Not to mention my healthy bronze skin.

"Yamcha, it's fine my name is Tailor Hung, you can call me Master if you'd like."

"And seeing how well you've trained your body I think I'll pass onto you my own martial arts. I come from the Hung Clan that no longer exists, and I trained in the Hung Family Iron Fist Technique."

'This boy, his attitude and his aura is extremely positive, he's sure to be a good person- not to mention his Chi pathway that is extremely free that lets Chi flow through like a river. Not to mention his physique if his body is anything to go by then he's definitely a prodigy martial artist.'

'He's the perfect successor to the Hung Clan, rather the only successor since I have no one else to hand this power to anyway.'

'Maybe through his hands this endless violence and corruption can finally end, the world is no longer the same, just a few years ago millions died due to the increasing aggression if the various Empires, and I fear our neighbour the land of the rising sun is too keen to occupy us.'

'Maybe, just maybe he could be the key to a united nation, one with power and one with the people.'

His thoughts ended as he realised Yamcha had seemingly been stretching as his bones cracked up like crazy suggesting his body had healed and that his body had gotten too relaxed.

Having heard enough Yamcha, headed to the doors as he opened it up noticing that the people were already out as they had gotten into the swing of things.

Everyone was either getting their shops ready or getting themselves prepped up.

And I could see that a hairstylist had already gotten his shop ready as he lifted up the shatters, as another person got their restaurant ready as steam wafted through the air flying around freely.

While another person was doing some sort of transportation business as he propped up five human sized boxes upon his back as he then swiped at the ground with his feet before another box launched into the air before falling onto his back.

It was evident he had a strong body for an average human, as he then moved so fast he left afterimages, seemingly unfazed by this the residents carried on with their businesses.

That guy's physique was incredible as each and every muscle of his was popping with power, while his bones seemed incredibly steady.

Forgetting that Yamcha landed down from the stairs as each and every one of them glanced at him before moving on.

To them weird people were as common as the air they breathed in, this was due to the area being occupied by multiple empires.

Meaning once in a while a strange fellow or lass would appear but they didn't care they had work to do.

Seeing this Yamcha didn't understand why they did that, he wasn't strange looking at all other than his wild wolf like hair nothing else and his chiseled physique.

So he headed to a nearby water well not being used and looked at himself on it, he had his normal face and all but he looked strangely older than before about 22 and his hair yes his was now blank white.

It was a shock to take in as he gasped seeing his appearance, but he shrugged it off as he saw that he was wearing traditional Chinese clothing for some reason and his Gi was gone.

He had on what he wore in super with the white Chinese turncoat and black martial arts pants with martial arts shoes.

He assumed that was what was norm in this era and wasn't bothered by it but his hair had surprised him to say the least.

He figured it was due to remaking his body, it made sense in all honesty to be honest. And his skin was even more tanned now and last but not least he could feel a scar had appeared on his skin from his shoulder blades to his abdomen.

And for some reason he felt something in his pockets, and taking it out he noticed it was his red capsule developed by Bulma for him to use.

It kept the Dragon Balls and all his other items in it such as his food, clothes, accessories, etc.

He was glad that his new Master was honest enough to not rob him.