Reborn As Yamcha With The Cultivations System

Raditz groggily came to his senses, his vision blurry at first. The moment his mind cleared, he tried to move, only to find himself restrained by a set of chains unlike anything he had ever encountered. They glowed with a faint energy, pulsating in rhythm with his own Ki, effectively suppressing his strength. The chains weren't made of metal, but something far more durable—energy-based restraints that Yamcha had specifically designed to neutralize a Saiyan's power.

"Where am I?!" Raditz grunted, struggling against the chains, but they held firm. His eyes widened in confusion as he looked around, recognizing the place as some sort of isolated spot in the mountains. He tried to focus his senses to break free but found that his energy output was severely suppressed.

Then, his gaze shifted to the figure sitting across from him. Yamcha. Raditz's eyes narrowed, a mix of disbelief and anger flashing through them.

Yamcha sat calmly, arms folded, an air of confidence around him. He hadn't even broken a sweat dealing with Raditz. The Saiyan's usual arrogance had no effect here. His smirk betrayed a quiet sense of satisfaction.

"So, you're finally awake," Yamcha said, his voice smooth. "You were out for a while, but that's nothing to worry about."

Raditz grunted, still struggling against the restraints. "What is this? What have you done to me?"

Yamcha leaned back, his gaze cold and calculating. "I've done nothing permanent. These are just energy restraints, something I came up with to make sure you don't transform into your Oozaru form. You've got a lot to answer for, and I'm not giving you a chance to turn into a giant monkey and wreck everything."

Raditz's expression twisted into a scowl. "Oozaru? You think I would have done that here? You're a fool!"

Yamcha chuckled softly. "I know better than to let you have the chance. Besides, you didn't think I'd be stupid enough to let you just roam free after hearing about the Powerball and your giant ape form, did you?"

Raditz's eyes darkened. "You're just as weak as I thought you were. You're playing with fire, Earthling. You think these chains can hold me? I'm a Saiyan warrior. These are nothing compared to my strength!"

Yamcha's smirk remained as he stared Raditz down, unwavering. "You're right. You are a Saiyan warrior. But you're not on your own now. You're here in our world, and that makes you a threat to Earth. And I don't take kindly to threats."

Raditz growled and pulled harder against the chains, but they didn't budge. His anger was evident, but Yamcha wasn't intimidated in the slightest.

"You think you can stop me, just like that?" Raditz spat, his voice dripping with venom.

Yamcha's eyes darkened slightly, but his demeanor stayed calm. "I don't need to stop you alone. I've got a whole team behind me. The Z Fighters are more than capable of taking on anyone who poses a threat to Earth. And right now, that's you."

Raditz sneered. "You're delusional if you think a handful of weaklings can do anything against me."

Yamcha leaned forward, his eyes narrowing with a glint of determination. "If you keep underestimating us, you'll find out just how wrong you are. I'm not the same person I used to be. I've changed, and I won't let you bring your destruction here. If you want to fight, I'm more than happy to oblige. But let's make one thing clear—you're not in charge anymore. You're on our turf now."

Raditz tried to move again, but the chains only tightened, reminding him that his usual methods weren't going to work. He looked at Yamcha with a mix of frustration and confusion, trying to gauge the strength behind this unusual human. The Z Fighters may not have been a threat before, but Yamcha... he was different now.

"Do you really think you can defeat me? Even if you stop me, my comrades are coming. Vegeta and Nappa—they'll be here soon. You're playing a dangerous game, Yamcha," Raditz warned, his tone dark.

Yamcha's smirk returned, but this time, it held a hint of something more. "I've already prepared for that. When your friends show up, they'll be in for a surprise. We'll be ready."

Raditz's eyes flickered with uncertainty for the first time. "You're confident. But don't think for a second that you'll come out of this unscathed. The Saiyan pride runs deep, and we never forget a challenge."

Yamcha stood up and walked over to Raditz, staring down at him with unwavering resolve. "I'm not here to play games, Raditz. You'll see what we're capable of soon enough."

Raditz glared back, his pride and anger still burning in his eyes. "We'll see about that."

Yamcha turned to leave, signaling to the rest of the team that it was time to get moving. "Stay here and think about what's coming for you. When Vegeta and Nappa show up, it's not just you we'll be dealing with. But don't worry. We've got a plan."

As Yamcha walked away, Raditz's defiant expression remained, but he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. Maybe there was more to this Earthling than he had originally thought.

Raditz looked at Yamcha. "You will never stop us, especially Vegeta and his Saiyan Cultivation, he has the Saiyan Body refining scripter".

Yamcha ear purked up. "Oh really, but I am Cultivater as well".

Raditz then laughed as he looked at him. "Impossible, earth has no Cultivator, no way earthlings have them".

Yamcha just looked at him and toughed in his mind. "Why is DBZ turning into a plot from a Cultivation novel".

Yamcha looked at Raditz. "Who's to say that Humans are the only things on this planet".

Raditz scowled at him. "You mean does Lizard looking things".

Yamched looked at him. "So you haven't meet the demons after all".

Raditz's scowl deepened as he processed Yamcha's words. "Demons?" He chuckled darkly, clearly dismissive of the idea. "Do you really expect me to believe that Earth is home to demons, too? The only things that matter to a warrior like me are strength and power. If there are demons, they better be strong."

Yamcha shook his head, his expression unreadable. "You really don't know anything about Earth, do you? There are forces here far older and more dangerous than you can imagine. Not everything is as simple as you think, Raditz."

Raditz's eyes narrowed. "What are you trying to say?"

Yamcha paused for a moment, reflecting on the strange new direction his life had taken since his rebirth. It wasn't just about Z Fighters anymore. The universe was vast, and he had access to knowledge beyond just Earth's history. He had powers and abilities from other realms—like cultivation. It was a tool that had become useful to him. And he had only scratched the surface of its potential.

"What I'm saying," Yamcha began, his voice calm but firm, "is that you may have the strength of a Saiyan, but even the strongest warriors can't survive what they don't understand. And Earth has hidden forces, ancient powers, that could wipe you out before you even knew what hit you. I've learned to tap into some of that power. And I'm just getting started."

Raditz's brow furrowed, unsure if Yamcha was bluffing. "You think you're some kind of cultivator? That's absurd. There's no way an Earthling can match the power of the Saiyan bloodline. Saiyans have been cultivating their strength for millennia, and our bodies are far superior to anything you could imagine."

Yamcha met Raditz's gaze unwaveringly. "Oh, I know. But what if I told you that cultivation isn't just about physical power? It's about control. Focus. It's about refining your body, your mind, and your soul. You think Saiyans are the only ones who can push beyond their limits? That's where you're wrong."

Raditz's eyes flickered with suspicion. "So, you've been practicing this 'cultivation' nonsense? What are you really capable of, Earthling?"

Yamcha's smirk widened, but there was no arrogance in his expression—just a quiet confidence. "You'll find out soon enough. I've got a few surprises left for you, Raditz. And when Vegeta and Nappa arrive, you'll understand what I mean. I've seen what they're capable of, and I know how to fight them. I'm not just relying on brute strength, like you or your 'Saiyan cultivation.' I've learned something better—something deeper."

Raditz's expression hardened, and he snarled. "You think you can just lecture me on power? I was born into a warrior race. You're nothing but an Earthling, and you can't match what I've already seen. I'll crush you and everyone on this planet."

Yamcha shook his head. "Maybe you will, maybe you won't. But either way, Earth has a way of surprising people. And I'm going to make sure that you, Vegeta, and Nappa get a firsthand lesson on what it means to be more than just muscle and rage."

Raditz growled in frustration, realizing that Yamcha wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of fear or submission. Instead, Yamcha stood tall—calm, collected, and ready for whatever the future might bring.

As Yamcha turned to leave, he couldn't help but think about the strange new direction this fight was taking. Cultivation—warrior bloodlines—demons—there was more going on than he could have ever imagined when he first arrived in this world. The stakes were higher than just Earth's survival. And with the knowledge he possessed, he had no intention of letting Raditz, or anyone else, tear apart the fragile peace he was building.

"Good luck, Raditz," Yamcha said over his shoulder. "When Vegeta and Nappa show up, I'll be waiting. And this time, you won't have the advantage."

Raditz watched him leave, still seething with anger. But even he couldn't deny that Yamcha had said something that planted a seed of doubt in his mind. Cultivation, hidden forces on Earth… maybe this planet wasn't as weak as he thought. And that realization only made him more dangerous.

Yamcha left the cave, he had to go back to the time chamber, as he tought if something. "Hey system, can I use sword intent".

System then started to give an explanation of what a Sword Intent is before giving him the answers.

[ System: "Sword Intent is a manifestation of a swordsman's will and focus. It is the ability to imbue your sword with a profound intent, creating a connection between your mind, body, and blade. It allows the user to enhance their attacks, make them more precise, and even release powerful sword waves that can cut through almost anything. The strength of Sword Intent depends on the user's experience, willpower, and understanding of the sword's true potential. With enough practice, the Sword Intent can become a separate, almost autonomous force that can strike with speed and power beyond normal physical limits." ]

Yamcha smirked as he flew through the air, heading back toward the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. He'd always been a skilled fighter, but now that he was diving into cultivation and unlocking new abilities, the idea of learning Sword Intent intrigued him. He was already aware of the mental and spiritual connection a warrior could form with their weapon—after all, he was familiar with martial arts and had seen the Z Fighters use their ki in ways that transcended simple physical power. But Sword Intent felt different. It was about mastery, focus, and refining one's spirit.

Yamcha's thoughts began to drift back to his time in the Chamber. He had gained immense power, but now he needed something to refine his fighting style. If cultivation could unlock new levels of strength, then Sword Intent could push him to new heights of precision and technique.

"System," Yamcha thought to himself as he prepared to enter the time chamber again. "How can I develop Sword Intent?"

[ System: "To begin developing Sword Intent, you must first understand the blade itself. It is not just a weapon, but an extension of your own will. The more you align yourself with the sword, the stronger your intent will become. Begin by practicing your swordsmanship, focusing on your strikes and understanding their purpose beyond just dealing damage. Feel the flow of energy in your strikes, and learn to channel your thoughts into them. The key is clarity—when you truly believe in your sword's purpose, you will begin to unlock your Sword Intent." ]

Yamcha nodded, understanding the system's advice. "I've been training in martial arts for years, but focusing on the sword like this... it's a new challenge. Let's see how well I can refine this."

With that, he entered the Time Chamber again, setting the stage for a new phase of training. Inside, the gravity and time-dilated environment would offer the perfect opportunity to master a skill that could complement his growing power.

As he unsheathed a practice sword—something simple, yet solid—he stared at the blade, meditating on the advice the system had given him. The sword in his hands felt lighter than it had before, and his mind began to clear.

Each strike he made, whether it was a simple slash or a more intricate maneuver, he focused on the intention behind it: precision, purpose, and a deep understanding of the energy flowing through him and the blade. Slowly, the sword began to feel less like a tool and more like an extension of himself.

The air around him began to hum with energy as Yamcha's mind focused deeper, channeling his own will into the blade. A faint glow flickered around the edge of the sword—nothing overtly powerful, but enough for him to feel the change.

For the first time in his life, Yamcha felt the true meaning of a weapon as an extension of his will. The sword wasn't just a tool for cutting; it was a conduit for his thoughts, his desires, and his very being.

He closed his eyes, visualizing the strikes he would make and the intent behind them, no longer just fighting with strength but with purpose.

[ System: "The Sword Intent is beginning to take shape, but to truly master it, you must apply it in battle. The connection between your mind and the blade needs to be tested against real challenges. Only then can your intent evolve into a true force to be reckoned with." ]

Yamcha opened his eyes and smirked. "I'll be ready for whatever comes next. This is just the beginning."

As he continued his training, the sound of the blade slicing through the air echoed in the chamber. He felt a sense of power growing inside him, not just from the cultivation he had undergone, but from this new technique that, in time, could give him an edge over any opponent—even the mighty Saiyans.

And with the threat of Vegeta and Nappa looming, Yamcha knew he'd need every advantage he could get.

To be continued

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