Super Dragon Ball: Paradise Hysteria

The Final Stretches to the God Temple

Chayote and Nam were speeding along the skyline side by side. When Chayote reached out to Nam with a promise of an endless regular supply of food and water with an armed escort in exchange for his aid, she wasn't sure what to expect. She soundly beat the guy during the 21st World Martial Arts Tournament and has heard little from him since. There were no guarantees that he'd be able to hold off anyone from the infected bunch for any amount of time at all.

And yet he appeared calm and confident that he was up for the task. He certainly had that cool sage look going for him with a greying beard and a slight increase in body mass, yet Chayote couldn't sense much in terms of Ki that was emanating from him. Even if she assumed Nam was suppressing his energy as she told him to, he felt much weaker than what Chayote remembered during their first bout, which left only the impressive looks and confidence to sell Chayote on Nam.

The problem was that she was short on hands right now. Just like she had discounted the martial artist from a poor desert village, so would Baby and his parasites. If Nam told her he would help her, Chayote trusted his word. Nam wasn't the kind of fighter who would foolishly get into fights he didn't belong in.

Just like clockwork, a sharp and high-pitched snap halted their advance with Yamcha using his Instant Transmission maneuver to appear right in front of the pair of fighters and intercept them halfway to God's Temple. Unlike the rest, Yamcha didn't need to fly up to Chayote and, apparently, given the fact that they were on the same planet, even if Chayote suppressed her Ki, Yamcha could still pick up on it, eventually.

"I'm leaving it to you," Chayote turned to Nam who nodded with a wholly confident look despite being face-to-face with Yamcha.

"Do you truly believe I'll just let you slip away?" Yamcha smirked, reaching for his forehead with his index and middle fingers.

"Your opponent now... Shall be me," Nam proclaimed, having blinked straight up to Yamcha and secured a firm hold on Yamcha's wrist that let Yamcha reach for his forehead no further. Before Yamcha could even register the shock of how fast someone as weak as Nam could move, Nam thrust his fist deep into Yamcha's gut and made the martial artist stagger back with bulged-out eyes and furiously blowing air out from his smashed abdomen. In just a handful of seconds it took for Yamcha to deal with the temporary flinch, Chayote had already been far away.

"Damn, tracking her signature would demand concentration. I guess you won't let me just stand still and concentrate, will you?" Yamcha sighed, abandoning any hopes of catching up to Chayote and turning to Nam.

"Chayote is a very crafty woman. She planned for you to be able to appear right here in an instant and asked that I accompany her until you make yourself known to us. She even knew that despite being ordered to capture her son, you would become desperate enough to hunt for her once it became clear what we were doing. Now it is too late for you to catch either of them. As I've said before, your opponent is me," Nam put his arm in front of him in a praying pose while closing his eyes and brimming with internal focus.

"Heh, I don't think we've ever fought before. You've fought Krillin during the 21st World Martial Arts Tournament and faced off against Tenshinhan during the preliminaries in the following one. Sorry to tell you this, but you're way too far behind us to where I would be even remotely interested in fighting you," Yamcha teased the strangely confident sage fighter. "It shows how desperate Chayote is if she's contacting the likes of you."

Nam charged forward, thrusting an open palm strike and forcing Yamcha to soar above the desert village fighter. Yamcha thought he kept a tight track of his opponent, but Nam surprised him by appearing directly behind Yamcha unexpectedly and chopping the back of Yamcha's neck. Yamcha grunted in pain, spitting up as his eyes rolled back and the cocky fighter began plummeting down from the sky and crashed down with a thunderous crack into a grassy wasteland.