Reborn As Yamcha With The Cultivations System

Yamcha was flying to help Goku, but then he started to fall he tryed something from Demon Cultivation but it didn't he fell to the ground his energy was low

[ ⚠️Warning⚠️: Host enegry level is very low, host need to rest or else things will happen to host, host body need to regarded key unless host might die, System is activiting life safe mode ]

Yamcha cursed to him self. "No it can't be"

As he went to his inventory pulled out a Senzu Bean before he can eat it, his was black out, as he went to his mind escape.

Yamcha Eyes opened, as he looked around wondering where he was then he saw an old man, he had long hair and a beard, he looked old but very well train, this man had some facial scar as like he fought in many war as Yamcha looked at him

Yamcha looked at him. "Let me gess my past life that I didn't remember".

The old man looked at him. "Yup, what you expected someone much younger".

Yamcha looked at him. "No just wondering why my Memorys of you were locked".

The old man looked at him. "Beat me, Me".

Yamavh looked at him. "So you have no idea as much as you do".

The old man looked at him. "I mean yeah, we are the same person aftee all, after the war we got into Anime, Manga, Games, Webnovel, so wanna see it".

Yamcha then saw a TV screen on the wall. "Let me gess, our Life and after this we will fuse together".

The old man looked at him. "Yeah pretty much".

They both then spoke at the same time. "Sound like the time a fanfic write got lazy".

Yamcha looked at him. "Serially, why don't I remember anything and why do I need to rewatch my whole life start to finished".

The old Verison do him srugged. "Blame the dragon of Rebirth".

Yamcha just sighed looked at him. "Don't remind me the god that brought to this world.

He then sat down with the old version of him, as what was Basically a move started.

It started normal, a small village with that of people then it as quickly as it was happy it changed as the whole village went it flames as screams can be heard of man woman and children.

Yamcha looked at the video. "So this where it started".

The old man nodded solemnly. "This is where it all began. Before the wars, before the anime, before we became who we are now. It was just us, a simple soldier trying to survive in a harsh world. The village we called home... burned down that day."

Yamcha stared at the screen, watching the destruction unfold before him. The village was being raided by enemy soldiers, flames consuming homes, the cries of the innocent filling the air. It was a haunting scene, one that brought back painful memories—memories he had locked away for a reason.

"I never wanted to remember this," Yamcha muttered, his voice barely audible.

The old version of Yamcha let out a heavy sigh. "No one does. But you can't forget where you come from. We both know that. The scars are what made us stronger, what pushed us to where we are now. Without that, we'd still be lost."

Yamcha clenched his fists, the memories of that day rushing back in vivid detail. He could still see the faces of the villagers, their pleas for help, the fire that consumed everything he knew. He had fought, survived, and had seen death countless times. That was his reality before the universe shifted and brought him into the world of Dragon Ball.

"After that day... everything changed, didn't it?" Yamcha asked, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

The old man nodded again. "Yes. We became a warrior, a mercenary. The battlefields and wars, the betrayals, the loss, the pain—it became part of us. We adapted, we evolved, and eventually we were reborn in a new world. But that doesn't mean we forget who we were."

Yamcha let out a deep breath. "I didn't expect this. To remember all of it. All of that... it's hard to process."

The old man grinned, his eyes twinkling with a glint of mischief. "You think that's hard? Wait until you see the next part. The part where the real fun begins. The part where we really start shaping our destiny."

The screen shifted, showing a new chapter of Yamcha's life—a young man now, standing at the entrance of a bustling city. The transition from soldier to wanderer, from one war to the next, was evident in his eyes. This was the beginning of his path into the world of Dragon Ball, the moment where he began to cross paths with Goku and the others.

Yamcha watched the screen with growing interest. "So... I meet Goku and the others next?"

The old man chuckled. "That's right. But don't get ahead of yourself. You've still got a long way to go. And remember, not all battles are fought with strength. Some are fought with the heart."

Yamcha nodded slowly, the weight of the words sinking in. His past life—his memories—were finally unfolding before him. This journey wasn't just about power or battles; it was about understanding who he truly was, where he came from, and what his purpose was in this world.

"Alright," Yamcha said, his resolve firming. "Let's see it all. Let's remember everything. If I'm going to survive this, I need to understand what happened... and what I'm truly capable of."

The old man smiled, stepping aside as the screen flickered and continued to play. "That's the spirit. Now, watch closely. This is where it all starts to make sense."

As the scenes of his past life unfolded, Yamcha felt something shift within him. A new sense of clarity, a new purpose. And in that moment, he knew he wasn't just the same old Yamcha anymore. He had the power to change his fate, to rewrite his story.

But first, he had to remember everything. Every choice, every battle, every victory and every defeat. The past was the key to unlocking his future.

"Let's do this," Yamcha muttered, as the screen continued to play, showing the next chapter of his life. The life that would eventually bring him to this point.

Yamavh looked at his old self. "So what war did we fight at"

The old version of him spoke. "Maybe it was World war 2 or was it 3".

Then the screen started to play, as it showed his past life again, as it shows a younger version of the old man, as he was holding a gun firing trying live, as bombs was falling down trying to kill him, he got as he frie his gun as enemy soldiers feel to the ground

The old man then spoke. "Ah yes, the time when we were full with hate".

Yamcha then close his eyes as Sean. "Did we really just gun to bass the skull of enemy soldier then the room his masedy and start to cut down people".

The old man Chuckled. "Yean and I wonder how we survived, like we had real world plot armour".

Yamcha sighed, rubbing his forehead as the memories from his past life flooded back. "This is insane... I never thought I would remember all of this." He looked at his old self with a mix of disbelief and exhaustion. "We were ruthless. So much anger... so much killing. I didn't expect this side of me."

The old version of Yamcha gave a knowing smile, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "You think you're better than that now, huh? You forget, we were made by that war. It shaped everything we did afterward. The bloodshed, the survival, it was all part of our path. But don't get it twisted. It wasn't just mindless carnage—we had a purpose, even if it was clouded by rage and pain."

Yamcha looked back at the screen. The younger version of the old man in the memories was now crouching behind rubble, sweat dripping down his face, as the chaos of war raged around him. He could hear the distant roar of bombs and gunfire, and the agonized cries of soldiers and civilians alike. He saw himself—his old self—making decisions on the fly, calculating his next move, his next kill, in order to survive. The once innocent man had turned into a soldier, hardened by the brutality of war.

The screen flashed to a scene where his old self—exhausted, battle-worn, and covered in blood—had just taken down a group of soldiers. He stared at the lifeless bodies, the gun still smoking in his hands, his face expressionless. He was alone in the aftermath, surrounded by the destruction, the price of survival.

Yamcha closed his eyes, a deep sense of regret filling his chest. "We became a monster, didn't we? A machine for killing... No mercy, no empathy. Just... a soldier fighting to live another day."

The old man nodded slowly, the weight of his own past hanging in the air between them. "Yeah. It was a dark time. But that was our life back then. That's who we were. We fought for survival, and we did what we had to do. But it didn't make us happy, did it?"

Yamcha glanced at his old self, eyes filled with uncertainty. "No. It didn't. I kept fighting, but I was always... hollow. Empty. It was like there was no reason to live, except to fight. To survive. But... I never stopped to ask myself why. I was too caught up in the violence, in the chaos."

The old man chuckled again, a sad, rueful sound. "It's easy to get lost in the fighting. But here's the thing you need to understand, kid. The real battle isn't out there. It's in here." He pointed to Yamcha's chest. "You don't have to carry that burden anymore. You're not that person anymore."

Yamcha opened his eyes, meeting his old self's gaze. "So... what do I do with all this? With all the blood on my hands, all the memories of the things I did?"

The old man smiled, his eyes softening with understanding. "You live. You move forward. You learn from it all. You can't change the past, but you can change who you are today. You don't have to let that old version of you control you. Use it to grow. Use it to become something better."

Yamcha took a deep breath, the weight of the past pressing down on him, but the words of his older self resonated in his heart. "I can't erase what happened... but I can do better. I can fight for something else now. Not just for survival. Not just for power."

The old version of Yamcha grinned. "Exactly. Now, you get it."

The screen shifted once again, and this time, it wasn't the battlefield anymore. Instead, it showed a new chapter in the life of his younger self—a turning point. A realization. Yamcha watched as the younger version of him stepped away from the war, dropping his weapon and walking into the unknown. He was no longer a soldier. He was something else. Someone who sought redemption. Someone who sought peace.

"Is this where it all changes?" Yamcha asked quietly, watching the screen.

The old man nodded. "It is. This is where you find your true self. Not in the blood, not in the violence, but in what you choose to become after it all."

Yamcha's expression softened as he watched the screen play out, a sense of determination filling his heart. "I'm not that person anymore. I'm not the soldier, the killer. I'm Yamcha."

The old man smiled proudly. "That's right. Now go make a new future. The one you deserve."

With a final look at the memories of his past life, Yamcha took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everything he had learned settle within him. He was ready to move forward. To fight for something greater than himself. And with that, he opened his eyes, the connection to his past life dissolving as he returned to the real world, ready to face whatever came next.

Old Yamcha then looked at him. "So now what".

Yamcha looked at him. "Will what happens next will happen, let's fuse I will get my memories back and what will happen next it will happen".

They both then shakes hands, as then light Happened they fused as then there was only one left, the two fused into one as there was only Yamcha left

As the light from their fusion enveloped the two, it was like an explosion of energy, a sudden burst of power and memories merging into a single entity. The old Yamcha and the current Yamcha, both standing on the precipice of their destinies, became one.

The sensation was overwhelming at first—Yamcha felt every memory from his past life rush back in waves, each one crashing over him with vivid intensity. The wars, the pain, the regret, but also the lessons learned, the survival instincts, and the desire for redemption. All of it, once fragmented, now coalesced into a singular consciousness.

As the light faded, Yamcha stood tall, his body surging with energy, his aura stronger than ever before. His appearance remained the same on the outside, but there was something different about him now—an undeniable presence, a depth that hadn't been there before. His mind felt sharper, more focused, and his heart felt lighter, despite the weight of everything he carried.

He opened his eyes, and the world around him seemed to shift. His power surged, resonating with his new, unified self.

The old version of him—the man who had lived through the violence and darkness of war—was no longer separate from him. He had become one with that past, taking both the strength and the wisdom that had been buried deep within. Yamcha was no longer just the fighter he had been before. He was something more—a man who had seen his darkest moments and had emerged with a newfound clarity.

"So, what happens now?" Yamcha said, his voice calm, but filled with determination.

He knew what lay ahead. The battles, the struggles, the challenges—none of that would change. But now, he had the power to face them, and the wisdom to know that there was more to life than just fighting. There was redemption. There was purpose. And he would find it.

Yamcha glanced at the horizon, the sky stretching out before him. He wasn't sure where this new path would take him, but he was no longer afraid. His memories, both past and present, were now fully his. He could shape his future with those experiences. Whatever came next—he was ready.

With a single breath, Yamcha launched himself back into the world, his heart set on a new mission. The journey ahead would be uncertain, but he knew one thing for sure: he was no longer defined by the violence of his past. He was defined by the choices he made now.

And with that resolve, Yamcha took the first step toward his future.

To be continued

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