Ready or not..here I come!
The former Desert Bandit had still had his angered gaze set upon Raditz, as if waiting for the evil Saiyan to do something dastardly and if he did, Yamcha would make sure that he would reduce Raditz into a pile of entrails and sickening gore. But then the Z warrior had remembered the power he had felt just thirty two seconds and then his muscular body had shuddered once again, he didn't want to feel something that power again. Yamcha had just looked into Raditz's eyes and balled his right hand into a fist. He would love to give the Saiyan a good serving of knuckle sandwiches but he would have to set his differences aside for now.
"Alright you bastard...You can come along with us...But I swear, if you try anything funk, I will kick your ass so hard your mother is going to feel it!" The Z warrior shouted. He had turned his head over to the left and glanced at Piccolo. "Make sure he doesn't do any funny stuff! If he does...let me know..."
Yamcha had focused his ki beneath his feet and he had then slowly hovered off from the ground. He then pushed his power level higher and then, the former desert bandit had shot up straight toward the sky and then flew forward. Yamcha was heading over to Kami's lookout. Hopefully the others would follow, especially Raditz. He had begun to think about the power he felt earlier...Whatever it was, it was disturbing. Yamcha knew he was strong but compared to likes of Goku, he was just a boy scout compared to the warrior.
In no less than an hour, Yamcha had finally made it to his destination. He had then lowered his ki and gently landed onto the floor of the look out tower. "I'm here...Now..whats next..?"