Sparring Time (Anyone)

"Woah, god!! Nothing to do!!" A certain Z Fighter called Yamcha shouted as he was laying back, stretching his arms up, simply having nothing to do that day. The small cat Puar was in charge of the watch out for people who may pass by the area and would use as a good bait for Yamcha's fun to begin, though no one has came through the desert all day. It was indeed one of the most unsatisfying days a guy could have in his life, especially since there's nothing interesting on TV on top of the complete boredom Yamcha was struck by all of the sudden. The bandit simply laid back as he waited for something to happen. "Lord Yamcha, no one is coming! What should we do?" The small cat gave the Z Fighter rather bad news one might say. The 'no one coming' situation just got worse than ever, as seriously no one ever bothered to show up at the area, making this a really bad day.

Almost completely desperate, the bandit and the small cat companion decided to have a small run in the city just to have fun. There's not much to do anyway, so why not hang out in the city while doing so. The two set their eyes off on an amusement part or something similar, and both headed towards an interesting location using Yamcha's motorcycle. "Oh man, why haven't we thought of that earlier!!"

As the two companions passed different kinds of buildings by, riding on the motorcycle freely, Yamcha noticed Puar is having fun for certain reason, only because of the ride. It was rare, indeed rare to see the bandit and his friend simply driving off with their motorcycle without a special purpose, and supposedly this wasn't one of those cases, the two were heading somewhere without knowing where might that somewhere end up in. "Whee, this is the best!!" Puar let out a small shout, not caring at all at the large crowd which looked at the two as they passed near them. It was, after all, West City, one of the four largest cities in the world. "Yeah. Who would've thought that- Wait a second..." Not so far away from the two, the Z Fighter was able to locate someone that looked familiar to him for a certain reason. It was his old friend Krillin.

Yamcha would never forget that height although that fellow was an adult, though he tried not to make fun of him. According to the aura Yamcha sensed, Krillin, his old friend he hasn't met in a long time, had been training more often that he has (completely no training until recently), and thus gained more power. Krillin was not a guy to take lightly, although his lack for a nose, his bald head and short height. The bandit passed by Krillin with his motorcycle, Puar not noticing. He was able to catch a glimpse of his appearance, and as he went away with his bike... "Must have been a mistake." The fighter thought to himself.

Eventually, after taking the ride for a couple of minutes after encountering with the currently-hovering-above-their-heads Krillin, that is more likely to say a couple of minutes of driving with the small blue furred cat enjoying the ride and not really being ashamed of such (probably because of his normal daily act), the motorcycle stopped manually by Yamcha, who decided to take a small stop. The truth was, he did want to say hello to his friend that he hasn't met for quite a serious amount of time now, and what better chance would there be than now, actually. Telling his small cat companion to wait inside the Cafe house they just spotted and making sure he's making his way there safely (he is a small cat after all), Yamcha headed back to his motorcycle and pushed the button to make it into a capsule again. He caught it and looked up to Krillin.

"Surprise, I guess. Haven't seen you for a while now, 'eh Krillin?" The fact he was hovering above the two was the proof that this guy was actually the Z Fighter Yamcha met in the past and not some other regular guy which the bandit mistook for his friend because he misses him. In fact, the only two persons left to come for a small reunion for the Z Fighters were only Tien and Chaotzu, which were training off somewhere in the world, nobody really can guess where. "So, how've ya been?"

Yamcha had no problem at all replying to his old friend's request, although this spar he was just invited into might cost him in great humiliation, being way weaker than he was before because of his great lack of training lately, doing nothing in his house but being a bandit and living upon others' belongings. It was quite a nice life, actually, to say the truth, and not that he cared about his victims condition later on, it was just uncomfortable to steal from woman and small children. Still, as a man, Yamcha had to keep his pride still intact to prove himself a Z Fighter for real, and also to prove of his existence in a way. Men talk with their fists, after all. "Keh! Well, whaddya think!? I'm up alright. But this ain't no place for a fight, you probably know Krillin. Why don't we move this someplace else?" He asked with an excited look in his eyes, though the small cat Puar knew exactly what was Yamcha thinking in that moment. It was nothing else than the simple two words 'I'm doomed', probably for slacking off a lot lately, even more than any other Z Fighter has during their days. Besides, Krillin was the one to fight Frieza on Namek, not Yamcha, which explains why more he wouldn't stand a chance. And yet, he agreed.

Looking into the eyes of his old friend, Yamcha started to hover, telling Puar to follow by raising two fingers, a sign that says 'follow', and is pretty common by most people on the world... Humans, at the very least. Though Puar knew the outcome, he wanted to see his master and best friend in a fight again. Been a while since he saw his bandit friend fighting someone on an equal and perhaps... No, definitely a higher level than himself. Wondering how would this go, Yamcha looked on his friend all the way. "So, where are we heading?" He asked, letting his Z Fighter fellow to pick the area for the spar. Obviously there in the middle of the city would be the worse choice.