Post by Recoome on Aug 23, 2010 13:10:57 GMT -5
Yamcha was taking a walk down some old road that he has never seen before. After a while, he starts to smell smoke.
“Is something burning?”
Yamcha continues down the path and comes across a small village on fire. Every house seems to be ablaze.
“Anyone that was here before has most likely died in the fires. Since nobody is around, I might as well loot the houses.”
Yamcha goes inside every house, making sure to grab anything valuable. Once he is satisfied with what he collected, he headed off down the trail. Yamcha hears someone running.
“Hey! Who’s there?”
Two men emerge from the side of the path. One carrying a gas can, the other carrying a lighter. The man with the lighter steps up and says:
“Are you a cop? Cause we don’t care! We’ll fight you!”
“Do I LOOK like a cop to you?”
The man with the gas can turns to his accomplice.
“He’s got a point. He doesn’t look like a cop at all. Matter fact, he seems to be carrying stuff from that place we just burned.”
“So you guys were the ones who set that village on fire, huh?”
“Yeah, what’s it to ya?”
“Well, I mean, you BURNED it.”
“Yeah, so?”
“That seems pretty cowardly to me. Are you too scared to fight it like a man?”
The two men stared at Yamcha intensely.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, I was wondering if you guys wanted to learn how to REALLY fight.”
The two men said in unison:
“ARE YOU SAYING WE’RE WEAK?!?!”
“Whoa, just take it easy man.”
Suddenly, the two men ran at Yamcha. They leaped for him, but Yamcha ran to the side. They hit the ground hard. Yamcha laughed at how dumb they looked, lying on the ground, all because they were dumb enough to jump at him. Yamcha then began to throw a splitter ball at them. However, the two men had already gotten up, and were grinning.
“I must say, I am impressed. And you seem to think that you have won. However, we have one move that will finish you. You see, we are obsessed with fire. So much, that we have learned how to shoot fireballs.”
Yamcha was in disbelief
“You…you can do that?”
“Yep. Now prepare to meet your maker!”
Yamcha launched an eyebeam at them, hitting them by surprise and knocking them down. Yamcha walked over to them.
“Before you guys die, tell me, how do you shoot fireballs?”
“YOU SERIOUSLY BELIEVED US? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ONLY AN IDIOT WOULD BELIEVE THAT SOME GUY CAN SHOOT FIREBALLS!”
Yamcha stomped the man, killing him instantly.
“Funny, after that fight, I feel like I’ve been strengthened.”
Yamcha continues down the path, and quickly finds another small village.
“Weird, I wonder why they didn’t do anything about that village that was on fire.”
Yamcha’s eye quickly catches police running after a man. The police shouted:
“STOP! YOU VIALATED THE LAW!”
The man who was running away turned around and said:
“Now way man, I ain’t gonna get caught and sent to jail!”
The policemen drew there pistols and shouted:
“THEN PAY WITH YOUR BLOOD!”
The cops began to shoot. The man ran down an alleyway, where Yamcha can’t see. The police went down there, and Yamcha heard them shout:
“Where is he?”
“Over there!”
Yamcha was listening to them shout, when he heard someone whisper:
“Pssst! Hey you! Over there!”
Yamcha turned and saw it was the criminal.
“You gotta help me out bro! The think I robbed the local bank. Well sure, I’ve robbed other banks, but not the local one!”
Yamcha thought about it and said:
“Okay, I’ll distract them.”
The man began to run as the police caught up to Yamcha and the crook. The crook began to run, while Yamcha blocked them from getting him. When the crook was out of sight, the police said:
“YOU FOOL! HE GOT AWAY!”
The cop then fired a pistol at Yamcha. Yamcha jumped up in the air and shot down five splitter balls, killing the police.
“Whew, that was close. I better get going now.”
“Stop right there, scum!”
Yamcha turned as ten policemen, all with machine guns, stood in front of him.
“You killed an officer, so you will share the same fate as him! Open Fire, men!”
Yamcha flew in the air and unleashed an eye beam, killing two officers. Yamcha flew into the rest, smashing through them. He kept flying while he had two in his hands. He smashed them into a wall, killing them. The other six were now in cars, three in each. One of them drove straight at Yamcha.
“Come and get it.”
Right before the car hit Yamcha, he did a front flip, grabbing the car mid-jump and smashing it to the ground. The other police car was driving away. Yamcha picked up the destroyed car and flung it at the other police car, causing a massive fiery explosion.
“Well, it looks like I’m all done here. I better go before more cops arrive.”
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“Is something burning?”
Yamcha continues down the path and comes across a small village on fire. Every house seems to be ablaze.
“Anyone that was here before has most likely died in the fires. Since nobody is around, I might as well loot the houses.”
Yamcha goes inside every house, making sure to grab anything valuable. Once he is satisfied with what he collected, he headed off down the trail. Yamcha hears someone running.
“Hey! Who’s there?”
Two men emerge from the side of the path. One carrying a gas can, the other carrying a lighter. The man with the lighter steps up and says:
“Are you a cop? Cause we don’t care! We’ll fight you!”
“Do I LOOK like a cop to you?”
The man with the gas can turns to his accomplice.
“He’s got a point. He doesn’t look like a cop at all. Matter fact, he seems to be carrying stuff from that place we just burned.”
“So you guys were the ones who set that village on fire, huh?”
“Yeah, what’s it to ya?”
“Well, I mean, you BURNED it.”
“Yeah, so?”
“That seems pretty cowardly to me. Are you too scared to fight it like a man?”
The two men stared at Yamcha intensely.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, I was wondering if you guys wanted to learn how to REALLY fight.”
The two men said in unison:
“ARE YOU SAYING WE’RE WEAK?!?!”
“Whoa, just take it easy man.”
Suddenly, the two men ran at Yamcha. They leaped for him, but Yamcha ran to the side. They hit the ground hard. Yamcha laughed at how dumb they looked, lying on the ground, all because they were dumb enough to jump at him. Yamcha then began to throw a splitter ball at them. However, the two men had already gotten up, and were grinning.
“I must say, I am impressed. And you seem to think that you have won. However, we have one move that will finish you. You see, we are obsessed with fire. So much, that we have learned how to shoot fireballs.”
Yamcha was in disbelief
“You…you can do that?”
“Yep. Now prepare to meet your maker!”
Yamcha launched an eyebeam at them, hitting them by surprise and knocking them down. Yamcha walked over to them.
“Before you guys die, tell me, how do you shoot fireballs?”
“YOU SERIOUSLY BELIEVED US? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ONLY AN IDIOT WOULD BELIEVE THAT SOME GUY CAN SHOOT FIREBALLS!”
Yamcha stomped the man, killing him instantly.
“Funny, after that fight, I feel like I’ve been strengthened.”
Yamcha continues down the path, and quickly finds another small village.
“Weird, I wonder why they didn’t do anything about that village that was on fire.”
Yamcha’s eye quickly catches police running after a man. The police shouted:
“STOP! YOU VIALATED THE LAW!”
The man who was running away turned around and said:
“Now way man, I ain’t gonna get caught and sent to jail!”
The policemen drew there pistols and shouted:
“THEN PAY WITH YOUR BLOOD!”
The cops began to shoot. The man ran down an alleyway, where Yamcha can’t see. The police went down there, and Yamcha heard them shout:
“Where is he?”
“Over there!”
Yamcha was listening to them shout, when he heard someone whisper:
“Pssst! Hey you! Over there!”
Yamcha turned and saw it was the criminal.
“You gotta help me out bro! The think I robbed the local bank. Well sure, I’ve robbed other banks, but not the local one!”
Yamcha thought about it and said:
“Okay, I’ll distract them.”
The man began to run as the police caught up to Yamcha and the crook. The crook began to run, while Yamcha blocked them from getting him. When the crook was out of sight, the police said:
“YOU FOOL! HE GOT AWAY!”
The cop then fired a pistol at Yamcha. Yamcha jumped up in the air and shot down five splitter balls, killing the police.
“Whew, that was close. I better get going now.”
“Stop right there, scum!”
Yamcha turned as ten policemen, all with machine guns, stood in front of him.
“You killed an officer, so you will share the same fate as him! Open Fire, men!”
Yamcha flew in the air and unleashed an eye beam, killing two officers. Yamcha flew into the rest, smashing through them. He kept flying while he had two in his hands. He smashed them into a wall, killing them. The other six were now in cars, three in each. One of them drove straight at Yamcha.
“Come and get it.”
Right before the car hit Yamcha, he did a front flip, grabbing the car mid-jump and smashing it to the ground. The other police car was driving away. Yamcha picked up the destroyed car and flung it at the other police car, causing a massive fiery explosion.
“Well, it looks like I’m all done here. I better go before more cops arrive.”
Word Count: 846