Post by Recoome on Aug 17, 2010 7:06:59 GMT -5
With all the chaos Yamcha has been hearing about on the news, he decided that he would spend a day
Relaxing. And where better to relax than Kame House? When Yamcha landed at Kame House, however, Master Roshi ran up to Yamcha and said.
“Come on Yamcha, you need to help me!”
“Sigh. What is it?”
“Well, you see, I sorta uh, lost my money in Wet City., and-“
“WEST CITY? I AIN’T GOING THERE TO GET SHOT UP BY THE SOLDIERS!”
“Please Yamcha, if you do, I’ll give you 100 zenni, plus some free training.”
“Fine, I’ll get you the money.”
Yamcha flew all the way to West City, wondering why he even accepted the task.
“With all this A-AS stuff going around, I’m probably going to get shot at. Great. Just great.”
Yamcha finally made it to the outskirts of the town.
“I gotta do this silently….Wait….AH CRAP!”
Yamcha just remembered that Master Roshi didn’t tell Yamcha where the money is.
“This is going to be impossible.”
Yamcha began creeping through the alleyways of the city, careful not alert any anyone.
“I gotta find the old man’s money, and then just run like crazy.”
“Hey you, come here.”
Yamcha stopped in his tracks, and turned around to see a suspicious looking man dressed in all black.
“Who are you?”
“That doesn’t matter, but I know who you are…Yamcha.”
“Look man, it’s dangerous enough with all the soldiers running around, and I have to find this old guys money.”
The mysterious man begins to chuckle.
“I assume you mean, Master Roshi.”
“Ok, you’re creeping me out here. Just tell me who you are already.”
“I suppose you could call me a black market dealer.”
“Whatever, you want to sell me, I ain’t buying.”
“Let me guess, Roshi sent you here because he lost his money.”
“Yeah, do you know where it is?”
“Yes, yes I do.”
Yamcha’s eyes shoot wide open, as he can’t believe what luck he has to find at least information about the money.
“Well, where is it?”
“You see, I see Roshi once a month. I sell him his dirty magazines. When I handed him this month’s magazine, he got so excited that he dropped all of his money.”
“Oh.”
“Can you just hand this back to him?”
“Sure, I’ll get right to that.”
Yamcha grabbed the money, and quickly flew out of the city, and landed back at Kame house.
“Here’s your money Roshi.”
“Thanks Yamcha. Here’s your 100 zenni, and I’ll get you started with your training.”
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Relaxing. And where better to relax than Kame House? When Yamcha landed at Kame House, however, Master Roshi ran up to Yamcha and said.
“Come on Yamcha, you need to help me!”
“Sigh. What is it?”
“Well, you see, I sorta uh, lost my money in Wet City., and-“
“WEST CITY? I AIN’T GOING THERE TO GET SHOT UP BY THE SOLDIERS!”
“Please Yamcha, if you do, I’ll give you 100 zenni, plus some free training.”
“Fine, I’ll get you the money.”
Yamcha flew all the way to West City, wondering why he even accepted the task.
“With all this A-AS stuff going around, I’m probably going to get shot at. Great. Just great.”
Yamcha finally made it to the outskirts of the town.
“I gotta do this silently….Wait….AH CRAP!”
Yamcha just remembered that Master Roshi didn’t tell Yamcha where the money is.
“This is going to be impossible.”
Yamcha began creeping through the alleyways of the city, careful not alert any anyone.
“I gotta find the old man’s money, and then just run like crazy.”
“Hey you, come here.”
Yamcha stopped in his tracks, and turned around to see a suspicious looking man dressed in all black.
“Who are you?”
“That doesn’t matter, but I know who you are…Yamcha.”
“Look man, it’s dangerous enough with all the soldiers running around, and I have to find this old guys money.”
The mysterious man begins to chuckle.
“I assume you mean, Master Roshi.”
“Ok, you’re creeping me out here. Just tell me who you are already.”
“I suppose you could call me a black market dealer.”
“Whatever, you want to sell me, I ain’t buying.”
“Let me guess, Roshi sent you here because he lost his money.”
“Yeah, do you know where it is?”
“Yes, yes I do.”
Yamcha’s eyes shoot wide open, as he can’t believe what luck he has to find at least information about the money.
“Well, where is it?”
“You see, I see Roshi once a month. I sell him his dirty magazines. When I handed him this month’s magazine, he got so excited that he dropped all of his money.”
“Oh.”
“Can you just hand this back to him?”
“Sure, I’ll get right to that.”
Yamcha grabbed the money, and quickly flew out of the city, and landed back at Kame house.
“Here’s your money Roshi.”
“Thanks Yamcha. Here’s your 100 zenni, and I’ll get you started with your training.”
Word count: 424