Post by Recoome on Aug 19, 2010 19:52:45 GMT -5
Yamcha was thinking back to when he was a desert bandit. He somewhat missed his days roaming the desert and looting whatever he could find. But it’s tougher in the city. There are always so many people, police, security, it was almost impossible to pull of heists. Almost. Even though the scenery changed, Yamcha’s goals are still the same: Rob as much as you can, and wreck havoc.
“Something Wrong?”
Yamcha stands in front of a bank teller, splitter ball in hand.
“Why don’t you be a good girl and give me the money, hmm?”
“Freeze!”
“The police? I thought you guys learned a lesson last time.”
“Just…Just walk out a-and we won’t shoot.”
“Awww, is someone scared?”
“Leave! Leave or I’ll shoot!”
“Tough, tough choices. But I think I’ll go with C, kill you.”
Scenarios like this were ones Yamcha is in every day. Although he never kept the money. Yamcha had a secret. A big secret. At night, where nobody could see him, Yamcha gazed the stars, and distant planets. Why? Because he yearned to travel to a distant planet. He was bored with Earth. He wanted to see new life, new foods, new everything. All the money he stole, he invested to build a spaceship. One that could send him to a far off planet.
“Some day….some day…”
Is all Yamcha could say to himself as he looked at distant planets. That’s one reason why Yamcha robs. Sure, being evil is fun, but Yamcha wasn’t like other villains. He didn’t kill innocent people. He only killed people who had to get in his way.
“Hah! They hardly put up a fight!”
Yamcha flies back to his house with his stolen money. Later the same night, he will go invest it into his spaceship.
“Some day Yamcha, Some day.”
Word Count 301
“Something Wrong?”
Yamcha stands in front of a bank teller, splitter ball in hand.
“Why don’t you be a good girl and give me the money, hmm?”
“Freeze!”
“The police? I thought you guys learned a lesson last time.”
“Just…Just walk out a-and we won’t shoot.”
“Awww, is someone scared?”
“Leave! Leave or I’ll shoot!”
“Tough, tough choices. But I think I’ll go with C, kill you.”
Scenarios like this were ones Yamcha is in every day. Although he never kept the money. Yamcha had a secret. A big secret. At night, where nobody could see him, Yamcha gazed the stars, and distant planets. Why? Because he yearned to travel to a distant planet. He was bored with Earth. He wanted to see new life, new foods, new everything. All the money he stole, he invested to build a spaceship. One that could send him to a far off planet.
“Some day….some day…”
Is all Yamcha could say to himself as he looked at distant planets. That’s one reason why Yamcha robs. Sure, being evil is fun, but Yamcha wasn’t like other villains. He didn’t kill innocent people. He only killed people who had to get in his way.
“Hah! They hardly put up a fight!”
Yamcha flies back to his house with his stolen money. Later the same night, he will go invest it into his spaceship.
“Some day Yamcha, Some day.”
Word Count 301