Dragon Ball: Yamcha's Rebirth

-6 Months Later, 4:00 am:-

"Yamcha use your muscles and tense them before letting loose, keep on doing this, until you feel your hands ache."

Said Master Hung as Yamcha clenched his fists together in order to squeeze his muscles tight before relaxing them once again.

This training caused his sleeves to rip off due to the immense workout they were receiving and due to him producing shockwaves capable of breaking boulders.

"Come on Yamcha the only way of ridding yourself of Mortal coils is to first rod yourself of useless muscles. Red and White are useless they hold us back and they are insignificant."

"Come on Yamcha you are aiming for greater heights as a Martial Artist-and with the work your putting you'd be defeated by even the weakest Master..."

Hearing this Yamcha glared at his master but dropped it as he knew he was right he'd never get strong enough if he wasted so much time m.o.a.ning about pain.

He needed to create Pink Muscles within his body and the only way to do that was by using low weights with high reps, this would hodgepodge both the white and red muscles together until they formed into Pink Muscles, the ones most suited for earthlings.

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-6 Months Later, 9:00 am:-

After another six months of training Yamcha had finally finished up and mastered the Iron Fist and he'd headed down to the well for some water to clean his body and remove all his impurities.

Once there he noticed that some sort of black ooze erupted from all his joints as he felt his bones become stronger and more denser than before.

It was an unusual site to see to be honest. But so far he had just reached proficiency in the art of the Iron Fist.

Recalling what his master said he thought over it again, "... Maybe I'm wrong but with your proficiency of the Iron Fist technique you could even defeat me with ease, you've mastered the technique to such an extent where even I who trained in the technique for 50 Years has been surpassed by you training for a mere 1 year."

The Iron Fist technique allowed his fists to gain the properties of Iron and further compliment it by accessing his raw power giving his fists innumerable power.

And once he'd gained the properties of Iron his fists became silver in colour. He noticed that the technique was upgradable to even further heights however he had yet to reach further heights.

He wasn't bothered by where he was now as he was glad he came here, he learnt this technique that increased his fighting prowess but more so without the use of Ki.

This was incredible for him as he knew that one couldn't always be reliant on Ki as it could easily be drained or absorbed and at that point your raw strength would be useful.

Once he'd thought of that suddenly the whole world around him began changing and warping and distorting until he blanked out.

Once blanked out Mr Popo the Dark Lord appeared out of nowhere and took Yamcha's tired body onto a small single bed before he left.

Yamcha seemingly not knowing anything that happened happily dozed off heading into dream land.

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-The Lookout:-

"Kami it's been three weeks since Yamcha headed into the Pendulum Room and it seems he's accomplished his goals of learning the Iron Fist Technique."

"He's also converted all his red and white muscles into Pink Muscles the strongest that mortals are capable of using, and he's even expelled his impurities, causing such strong strength to build within his mind that it'd be impossible to control or brainwash him."

"Kami I feel he has surpassed the level of a mere king Piccolo, he is far too strong for your other half, me and you know both know that and if we do that means Piccolo does too..."

And right at the moment Yamcha blanked out his power radiated across the earth causing all those who sensed Ki to become completely shocked never had they seen or felt such enormous power.