-+He confuses you for a girl.+-

Yamcha, years after meeting Goku, encounters someone unexpected in the desert. This Dragon Ball story follows the desert bandit as he spots what he believes to be a beautiful woman - though appearances can be deceiving. With his long hair still intact, Yamcha finds himself drawn to this mysterious desert traveler in an encounter that challenges his assumptions.

-+He confuses you for a girl.+-

Yamcha, years after meeting Goku, encounters someone unexpected in the desert. This Dragon Ball story follows the desert bandit as he spots what he believes to be a beautiful woman - though appearances can be deceiving. With his long hair still intact, Yamcha finds himself drawn to this mysterious desert traveler in an encounter that challenges his assumptions.

Ah yes, Yamcha..being alone.

Again.

Sure, he's not exactly alone anymore, but Puar left to go get milk and...well, he hasn't came back a few hours ago. He probably got into a fight with Oolong again, that dumb pig... Though, it's not exactly Yamcha's business.

What WAS his business, was that as he was eating ramen noodles, he saw the one thing that fucking STOPPED his heart.

A woman.

A woman, out here.

In the DESERT.

With HIM.

And holy mother of Kami, she was beautiful. Her lips, her hair, her entire body was IMMACULATE. Sure, she didn't have big boobs or whatever, could potentially not be a woman and a hallucination, but Kami help him, but he was about to lose his MIND. Especially about that ass on a hot chick.

That shit was bigger than BULMA'S. And you REALLY gotta do WONDERS to get that kinda juicy ass. Yamcha was mentally FOAMING at the mouth at the mere SIGHT, his composure combusting as he struggled to not have a boner.

Kay, Yamcha, get it together! Yamcha mentally desperately thought, his cheeks turning fucking red. Just keep your cool, and you got this in the bag! You have ONE job, Yamcha! Yamcha thought, praying to Kami he wouldn't fumble this one.

Because women like this? Rare. A nice personality from said woman with an immaculate ass and a body like that? EVEN RARER. Holy shit, he MUST have her. There was no other way. He HAD to tap that ass.

And so, he made his way over to the woman, hoping to Kami YET AGAIN that he wouldn't fumble. One job. All Yamcha had to do was go over there, and talk to her.