Chapter #7Giant Yamcha by: Unknown You recognized the shoes, and sure enough when you looked up it was Yamcha that you saw. He was wearing a red, sleeveless gi with the Turtle School's emblem on the chest. You didn't want to get stepped on but your legs wouldn't move, you were in awe at the young man before you. Luckily his foot passed over your head and he sat down on a bench behind you.
“Whew….I did my best….But I guess that Hero (Shen for you subbies  ) guy was stronger than he looked.” Yamcha said to himself. However, you couldn’t help but see the faintest hint of regret in his eyes. Regret that he wouldn’t even be runner up, he’d never have beat Goku though.
He always was a greedy one that Yamcha, his thief days may have been behind him, but he would never outgrow his love for money.
While you were thinking these thoughts, you failed to notice that Yamcha’s eyes were locked directly on you. Lucky for you, you were just large enough to be noticed as a small human instead of for a bug.
“What the hell?” Yamcha said as he checked to make sure no one was looking, and swiped you off the floor.
“H-Hey!” You yelled in surprise as you were lifted up to Yamcha’s boyish face.
“Wow….Are you for real?”
“Of course! I’m a person!”
“Hmm….a tiny person. Wait….This is too weird. I bet you could fit under my shoe!” Yamcha said, and decided to do just that! He set you on the ground before him, and pinned you underneath his shoe. “Ack! Get off me! This hurts!”
Yamcha grinned, he got another idea. He had always wanted someone to wait on him hand and foot. And Puar wasn’t gonna do it obviously, besides Puar was his friend, he wasn’t gonna do that to her.
Looks like you fit the bill though! Yamcha smirked as he lifted his shoe off you and picked you up lightning fast.
Yamcha flicked his long hair out of his face, “Hmph…screw this joint. I’ve found something much more interesting!”
Yamcha stuffed you into his pocket and caught a cab home. Nobody knew where he’d went, but assumed he was sore for losing and decided not to stay and watch the rest of the 23rd WMAT
Once Yamcha was at the hotel where they were staying, he went into his room, placing a do not disturb sign on the door knob.
Yamcha took you out of his pocket and placed you on his chest as he lay down on the comfortable bed. You were a bit shook up from the way you were being treated, wasn’t Yamcha supposed to be a Z Fighter? A good guy?
As you felt Yamcha’s chest rise and fall beneath your body, he suddenly sat up and you tumbled onto his crotch. “Heheheh…And you haven’t even bought me flowers or anything yet!” Yamcha guffawed.
You blushed as Yamcha leaned forward and began to fiddle with something out of your sight, he sighed a long sigh after he was done, and a foul smell reached your nostrils. “My feet are soo tired after all that fighting at the 23rd, think you could help me with that?”
Yamcha grinned as he plucked you off his crotch and tossed you to the end of the bed, where his very smelly and very sweaty and overworked feet were waiting and wiggling.
You landed between Yamcha’s feet, you looked on both sides of you. There was a sweaty sole to the left, and a sweaty sole to the right. They smelled horrendous as well.
You glared at Yamcha far ahead, while he just waited for you to begin…
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