After washing up, Yuujin felt much more relaxed.
He changed into the clothes Tights had prepared for them, carrying Goku as they stepped out of the bathroom. Dinner would take a while longer, so Yuujin watched TV comfortably on the sofa while Goku ran around the house playfully.
"Ah, Yuujin, Yuujin, someone's coming toward us!"
Goku suddenly shouted, pointing outside from the window.
"Someone?"
Somewhat surprised, Yuujin stood up and walked to the window.
Sure enough, he saw two figures on motorcycles coming from a few kilometers away, kicking up a cloud of dust behind them.
With his impressive eyesight, Yuujin instantly recognized the approaching figures despite the distance. A hint of surprise appeared on his face, but the next moment, he smiled knowingly.
"I didn't expect it to be him!"
"Goku, let's go take a look outside."
"Yes, yes!"
After calling out to Bulma and Tights, Yuujin and Goku stepped out of the house.
Soon enough, the motorcycles arrived, and a young man and a little cat jumped off.
The young man was tall and handsome, with a long sword strapped to his waist, and the little cat hopped around, looking rather cute.
It was none other than Yamcha and Puar!
"Heh heh heh..."
"I am Yamcha, the bandit who rules these wilds."
"And I am Puar!"
With a few sneers, Yamcha and Puar introduced themselves.
"This is our territory. If you don't want to be killed, hand over all your money and universal capsules."
Yamcha spoke as if he were looking at some delicious prey when he looked at Yuujin and Goku.
"You want to rob us?"
Amused, Yuujin asked back.
"That's right. If you know what's good for you, hand over all your valuables!"
Yamcha threatened, shaking his sword menacingly.
Yuujin shook his head, while Goku chuckled, hands behind her head.
These two were pathetically weak yet thought they could rob them. Ridiculous!
"Master Yamcha, they're laughing at us!"
"Hey, brat! I'm not joking with you. Hand over all your valuables now!"
Puar pointed at Yuujin and Goku angrily, and Yamcha's expression turned cold as he drew his sword with a sharp clang.
"Apologies, apologies; it's been ages since anyone's dared to rob us."
"You want something valuable? No problem. If you can beat me, I'll give you whatever you want."
A bit of pre-dinner entertainment sounded fun to Yuujin, who smiled warmly.
"Brat, since you're asking for it, don't blame me!"
Most travelers he'd encountered would be terrified and beg for mercy, but these two didn't seem to take him seriously at all.
With a cold look, Yamcha swung his sword at Yuujin.
He was very confident in his strength; not only could he cleave through stone, but he'd even sliced tougher things than that.
But in the next instant—
"What?!"
Yamcha and Puar stared wide-eyed as Yuujin caught his sword effortlessly between two fingers.
With a slight twist of his fingers, there was a loud snap, and Yamcha's sword broke clean in two.
"M-Master Yamcha..."
Puar trembled and backed away, while Yamcha's expression grew serious.
He had completely misjudged Yuujin; this guy was clearly a skilled fighter!
After the initial shock, though, excitement sparked in Yamcha's eyes.
It had been so long since he'd encountered a worthy opponent; he finally had a chance to stretch his muscles!
"Kid, I admit I underestimated you."
"But breaking my sword means nothing. My true power is much greater than that!"
Yamcha tossed his broken sword aside and adopted a stance resembling a fierce wolf.
"Bring it on. Show me your real strength."
Yuujin beckoned, still smiling.
Yamcha found his calm attitude infuriating. This guy really thought he had him figured out!
"Hmph, you better prepare yourself. You've successfully angered me, and I won't show mercy even if you beg!"
"Wolf Fang... Fist of the Gale!"
Yamcha charged forward, launching a flurry of fierce attacks on Yuujin.
"Hahaha..."
"That's Master Yamcha's special technique, the Wolf Fang Fist! Scared now, aren't you?"
"Master Yamcha, go, go!"
"Yuujin won't lose!"
"Yuujin, go, go!"
Puar cheered energetically from the sidelines, while Goku made a funny face at Puar and cheered for Yuujin.
Yamcha's Wolf Fang Fist, impressive by human standards, created a formidable show, with its swift and fierce moves resembling a pack of wolves relentlessly attacking Yuujin.
However, the gap in their power was insurmountable; no matter how hard Yamcha tried, he couldn't land a single hit.
Though Yuujin was right in front of him, dozens of attacks failed even to graze his clothes. Yamcha was losing his mind.
"Why can't I hit him?!"
"I don't believe it!"
In a fit of rage, Yamcha went all out, holding nothing back as he launched a ferocious assault.
Meanwhile, inside the house—
"Big Sis, where did that idiot come from? He actually thinks he can beat Yuujin."
"I don't know. It seems he's a bandit trying to rob us."
"A bandit? He's kind of handsome, but he's no match for our Yuujin."
"Hmph... Not bad, though. Let's see what he's got."
Hearing the commotion outside, Bulma and Tights watched from the window. Curious, Bulma took out her scouter and put it on.
Locking onto Yamcha, who was attacking Yuujin, the device beeped as it calculated, finally displaying the number "8."
"Tch, and I thought he was something special."
"Big Sis, let's go back to cooking dinner."
"Alright."
Instantly losing interest in Yamcha, Bulma and Tights returned to the kitchen, ignoring the trivial fight outside, preparing dinner...
To be continued...