Dragon Ball if I was Goku

The moment had finally arrived. The first quarter-final match was about to begin, and the anticipation in the arena was electric. Yamcha and Tenshinhan stood across from each other in the ring, their gazes locked in an intense stare-down that sent ripples of tension through the crowd.

The legendary rivalry between Muten Roshi and Tsuru Sen'nin was about to play out through their students.

The blonde announcer worked the crowd into a frenzy, his voice booming across the arena. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is it! The clash of two legendary martial arts schools! The moment we've all been waiting for!"

He raised his hand high into the air, then brought it down with a dramatic flourish.

"BEGIN!"

Yamcha exploded forward immediately, launching a barrage of rapid punches that would have overwhelmed any normal opponent. His fists moved like lightning, each strike precise and powerful from years of grueling training under Master Roshi.

But Tenshinhan was far from normal. His arms moved in perfect harmony, blocking each punch with mechanical precision. Not a single strike got through his defense.

Then it was Tien's turn to attack. His counteroffensive came like a whirlwind, forcing Yamcha to give ground as he desperately blocked and parried the three-eyed warrior's assault.

As they separated, both fighters breathing slightly harder, Tenshinhan's expression showed grudging respect. "Hm. You're no fluke after all."

From the stands, Yamcha's friends cheered him on with unwavering confidence.

"You've got this, Yamcha!" Bulma shouted.

Puar floated anxiously beside them while Oolong munched nervously on his snacks. They all believed in their friend—he'd trained too hard for three years to lose now.

But Yamcha had something special planned. Something that would shock everyone in the arena.

He suddenly leaped backward, creating distance between himself and his opponent. Then, to everyone's amazement, he brought his hands to his sides in a familiar stance.

"Did he learn it?!" Jackie Chun gasped.

"Ehhh, Yamcha did?!".

Goku watched with interest, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Of course! If he ever wants to catch up to me, he'd have to master the basics."

Tenshinhan straightened up, his expression shifting from confident to confused as he watched Yamcha's stance.

"KA... ME..."

Energy began crackling between Yamcha's palms, blue-white light gathering with each word.

"HA... ME..."

The power continued to build, and the crowd held its collective breath.

"HAAAAAAA!"

A brilliant ki wave erupted from Yamcha's hands, rocketing across the arena toward Tenshinhan with devastating force. The Kamehameha wave tore through the air, its raw power making the entire stadium tremble.

Tenshinhan's eyes widened, but his reaction was lightning-fast. His hands flew into a complex series of signs, his three eyes blazing with concentration as he channeled his ki in ways the Turtle School had never imagined possible.

The Kamehameha struck him dead-on—and bounced back.

The redirected energy wave screamed past Yamcha's head as he desperately jumped. The blast slammed into the arena wall behind him, detonating in a massive explosion that sent chunks of concrete flying toward the crowd.