Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ FOOD FIGHT AT CAPSULE CORP/THANKSGIVING PARTY ❯ Comfortably Numb' / BLOCK #1 - Heart Origins of the Desert Bandit ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Jubei_chan 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Hentai / Psychological / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.06.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 313 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Hentai / Psychological / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.06.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 313 | Status: Completed
VEGETABABE NOTES: (PLEASE READ THESE...IMPORTANT TO THE STORY)
Many thanx for all the reviews!!! Thanx especially goes out to all my fav fanfic authors (*grins* you know who you are!) Thanx to my family and friends for beta-ing....!
Remember that the Japanese version of our Thanksgiving is their LaborDay/Thanksgiving....... more considered a 'Labor Day'. This year on Nov. 23 they will celebrate what is called "Kinro Kansha No Hi". For further explanations go to: http://www.japan-guide.com/e/e2062.html - This site is a Japanese guide to their holidays and an explanation and a bit of history. I will be using the Japanese name in the story instead of the word Thanksgiving.
SPECIAL NOTES FOR READERS: Now Saiyan Witch and a few others have had some problems with the Japanese terminology used in my fanfics....go to a reputable Japanese to English Dictionary on the web. The one I use is Jeffery's Japanese English Dictionary Server with special kanji cross referencing..........it is a site that encompass all of Canada and the United States. That web site is:
http://linear.mv.com/cgi-bin/j-e/dict.......................
For more information on a good character observation on Yamcha, check out:
http://www.ytv.com/shows/dragonball_z/yamcha.html - That Web site offers an early look into Yamcha's character, one that I will expand upon in this series.
For information on acupuncture check out the following website: http://health.yahoo.com/health/Alternative_Medicine/Alternative_Therapies/A cupuncture/
Music chosen is primarily for the words and thought that correlate for the story. I am really neutral on music....I like all kinds. If you do not like the song, merely place one that you feel fits in your mind as you read!!!
WARNINGS: Angst, Language......PART 3 IS IN 2 BLOCKS.....WHEN YOU FINISH BLOCK #1, GO TO BLOCK#2 PLEASE. I did this to keep it reader friendly.
DISCLAIMERS: Dragonball, Dragonball Z, Dragonball GT, etc. belong to Akiya Toriyama, TOEI Entertainment, FUNimation, Viz Communications, Bird Studios, Irwin Toys, Pioneer (for videos of early DBZ), etc. etc...."Comfortably Numb" is a song by the Group Pink Floyd and their album"The Wall" - so give them the credit.........Monique, Ursula, Dina, Devon, Jason, the Chief, Madeline, Kevin, Bobby, Ryan, Jessie, the music store sales clerk and Danny are my creations that I can manipulate (*evil laugh*).
The origin of the Native American Pawnee Tribe is used here and changed to Japanese adaptations to explain some of the mysterious origins of Yamcha and his life. The credit for the story goes to the Pawnee Peoples, one of the many wonderful Native-American peoples of our country. Arigatou Domo to them.
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FOOD FIGHT AT CAPSULE CORP/THANKSGIVING PARTY -
Part Three: 'Comfortably Numb' / BLOCK #1 - Heart Origins of the Desert Bandit:
_____________________________________________________ ______
It was the wee hours of the morning, and Yamcha stared with glazed, burning eyes out at the darkened room. He hadn't been able to go to sleep; rage ate at him, burning like an inner fire. ~~That jajauma! You'll pay pansuke, by Kami you will pay!~~ He was feeling numb from the lack of rest. Getting up off the sofa-sleeper, he crawled to the kitchenette, grabbed a dirty coffee mug, and poured what was left of yesterdays coffee from the carafe of the automatic maker. He shoved the whole mess into his tiny microwave, and punched on the designated time....waiting impatiently for the beep.... "Finally, shimatta!" he spat out in a gravely whisper. ~~I probably look like kuso.....I feel like it!~~ He hastily grabbed the coffee mug, and walked over to the stereo. He put in a CD of an old album he had.....it was given to him for his birthday one year.................by Bulma.
Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?
Come on, now.
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts.
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
As the haunting chords of the melodic rock tune played, his mind drifted back to the days when he roamed the desert, a bandit with no cares. He had a hatred locked in his soul then; a contempt very much like Vegeta. People were a source.....a commodity to be used and discarded.....and women were not to be trusted. He had always had a fear with women.....not so much now, but back then......back then everything was different.
His parents, whom he barely remembered, were part of a nomadic band that traveled across the desert regions of the outlands..........his people...........The Wolf People.............
According to desert legend, when the world was created, a council of animals was held. One oversite was made; it seems Ookami Sutaa (Wolf Star) was not invited. Angry at this indignity, he took his revenge by calling on "Kokufuu Nishikaze"(Dark Dust Storm of the West). Kokufuu Nishikaze held The Hurricane Bag, a bag that contained the first human beings. When Kokufuu stopped to rest at night, he would let the humans out of the bag so they could hunt game. The Ookami Sutaa, ever mindful of deceit, sent a gray wolf down to track Kokufuu. The gray wolf hungry after a long journey, and looking for food, stole The Hurricane Bag and let the humans out. The people were angered because there were no game to hunt in sight and Kokufuu was nowhere to be found. In rage, the humans killed the gray wolf. When Kokufuu discovered what had been done, he told the people that they were responsible for bringing the first death into the world. As penance the humans were made to skin the wolf, and preserve the pelt as a reminder of what they had done. Kokufuu also told them that from now on they were to be called the Ookami-jin....... The Wolf People.
He had lost his parents during a devastating sandstorm that took the whole tribe by surprise. The council Elders had decided to take him in....they were a practical lot, knowing the child wouldn't survive on his own. Besides, there was always a need for more wel- trained warriors to protect them. It was then that Yamcha had been taken in hand by the tribe soldiers to be taught how to fight. Then came the ultimate day that he learned the Wolf-Fang Fist Attack, a deadly powerful weapon that only a few of the elite were allowed to learn.
All during this time, Yamcha had learned to harden his heart.....if you cared about anyone or anything all they would do is leave you.....at least that's the way it seemed. And then IT came......the day of Kokufuu Nishikaze's wrath....A dust storm unlike any other that had ever been seen.......only he and a handful of others survived, but even they eventually faded away...................He was alone....again. Yamcha roamed a year or so more, taking to the lucrative venture of stealing a new inventive device from travelers; encapsulators. By taking these and reselling them on the black market, he made a rather comfortable living.....and of course Puar joined him later....
Then one fateful day he met a young boy with a tail, and a girl.............................a girl that changed everything.........Bulma.
Music continued to stroke through the threads of his mind.......forcing a sick compulsion to remember..........to recall the memories of he and Bulma.......
Ok.
Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more, Aaahhh!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working. Good.
That'll keep you going for the show.
Come on it's time to go.
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
The anger that had ravaged him for days now, began to cool to icy resolve.....Women were nothing more than an abstraction from what was important in life. The Wolf People had been right.....let your guard down for a woman and you would be slaughtered......Kami, he was a baka for allowing this to happen; he should have known better than to trust anyone. So he had had 'distractions' from her, was that any reason to retaliate against him with that 'performance'?............
***************RING, RING, RING***************
~~Kuso!~~ He hoped that wasn't Master Roshi. He had sent Puar there so that he could have a little peace. While he love her dearly, the shape-changing feline was getting on his nerves with all the prattle about how he was 'changing'....Pah! He went over and punched the CD off.
***************RING, RING, RING***************
"SHIMMATA, hold on!!!" he growled. He snatched up the phone roughly, "Moshi, Moshi" he barked in a rather gruff tone.
"Hey Yamcha? Man, it's Kevin, dude!" Kevin was one of Yamcha's close buddies from the baseball team.
"Oh....hey Kev....whazzup?"
"Man, you sound bad.....I'm just calling to see if you wanted to pal around a bit.....training camp starts in a few months, but I wanted to hang out some before we gotta knuckle down....."
"Uhhmm, yeah..........sure, okay that's fine......Tell ya what, can you give me 'bout an hour? I need to shower and stuff..."
"No problem, 'Cha-Cha (Kevin's nickname for Yamcha - it also was because of his luck with girls....)!"
"Man, cut that out!"
"Jeez, Yamcha, what's aching you? Not getting any?"
"Shut up, you chikushoume! I'm fine....." he growled.
"Okay, okay...........I'll see ya in a bit, pal...........Ja' Ne..."
Yamcha hung up the phone with a sharp clack. He really wasn't in the mood to 'pal around' but he had to get some decent food, and it wouldn't hurt to get out in the open air......back to the open sky where he belonged. He strode to the bathroom, flinging off his cutoff sweatpants, and stained muscle shirt on the way. Adjusting the water temperature, he stepped in and let the hot water course over his muscular body. The hot needles of water were like those of an acupuncturist's; stinging and relieving pain simultaneously. He quickly hurried through, knowing that he didn't have much time left before Kevin would try to come break his door down....
He grabbed the last clean, thick towel and dried off in a hurry.....he grabbed a nearby pair of clean blue jeans, and a white tank top. For a bit of flair, he added a silk red shirt over this, leaving it loose. Just about that time there came an abrupt, loud banging at the door. Running a quick brush through his short hair, he grabbed some sneakers, and headed for his front door.
When he opened it up there stood Kevin, and that ever present goofy grin he always wore, " Hey, 'Cha-Cha, you ready?"
"Yeah, man, almost.....C'mon in and take a load off while I finish, okay?"
"Sure....."
Kevin could only be described as the quintessential jokester. His dark auburn hair fell in a layered shag cut, ending right at the base of his neck. He was extremely muscular in build, and short in stature.....very reminescent of Vegeta. But the thing that struck at every girl's heart were those jade-green eyes....always full of a mocking mirth. Poor Kev had just broken up from his long term girlfriend just after baseball season, and had been dating quite a bit.....he was always rattling about his new "flavor of the week" to fellow teammates.....
Kevin bounded in and sat down with a good natured plop," Hey, dude, your place really looks like kuso, you know?"
"Kutabacchimae! " Yamcha spat. He really wasn't in the mood for banter today.
" Jeez, man, pull it out of your ketsunoana, bud! What is eatin' you?!"
"Kuso, Kev, that damn jajauma, Bulma and the 'party' I told you about.....whaddya think!"
"Look, pally, what you need to do is breeze around with me at the mall, and find you one instantly hot-lit babe. You nail her and then onward ho!!"
"Kev, shut up, will ya? I want more in my world than an easy chick. I want a girl to be a part of my life........"
" Cha-Cha, we all want that......but, man, you can't be lookin' for it.....it's just gotta 'happen' you know? Like Ryan.....'member how bad he had it for awhile? And then, BOOM, in comes Jessie and it's a done deal.....I'm tellin' ya.....it'll happen, but you can't wallow around in the mean time....and if you do just make sure you got a babe with ya!" he chuckled a bit at that last statement.
"Look, man, let's just hang out. I got my paycheck yesterday, so I gotta run by the bank, and then we can hit the mall. I need some new clothes anyway..."
"Hey, 'Cha-Cha, maybe we can check out that new restaurant, Chez Price Eez no Object! I heard its fancy-shmancy, but the lunch crowd is suppose to be pretty tone down.....you know where you don't have to come in a coat in tie or nothin'!"
"Whatever, man......Food's food right now....I just wanna get outta here..."
"Hey, dude, where's the cat?" Kevin thought Puar was just your run of the mill cat....
"Out. I'm having a friend 'cat-sit' for me for a while....I just need a bit of piece and quiet....a break..."
"Oh...okay, well, let's go!"
After trudging out of Yamcha's squalid apartment outside, Kevin pulled out his car capsule from his jeans pocket. With a quick push, and a toss, a sporty little yellow air car appeared. Yamcha slid the lock into place on his door, and got into Kevin's car.
The mall was crowded that day. People were gearing up for the Holiday Season, buying gifts, taking advantage of local sales or the latest trends. Yamcha stared with glassy eyes out into the mall crowd....his mind wasn't really on this....
"Hey, 'Cha-Cha....lets hit the new music store that just opened up!" Kevin grinned, and quickly strode off to a bright-blinking, rockin' store. It was black and chrome, shiny with hot pink neon lights that pulsated to throbbing music.....
"Alright, alright, alright......keep ya shirt on...." grumbled Yamcha.
As Kevin began perusing the walls of CDs for 'mood music' Yamcha just aimlessly wandered around....not really looking for anything in particular. A cute little redhead winked in his direction, but he just cringed inwardly.......he wasn't so eager to plunge back into the world of women just this second. As he continued to wander, he overheard various snipets of conversations among the music, but one suddenly caught his attention. His dark eyes glittered narrowly as he heard a store clerk helping a young man......
"Hey Danny! What' happenin'?" shouted the store clerk to the young man.
"Not much, Bobby....gotta another gig comin' up in the next few weeks....another big blow out. Its a wedding rehearsal/Kinro Kansha No Hi/ wedding shower deal.....It's gonna be at that big place I did for Halloween....you know, Capsule Corporation!"
"Man, you get all the cool breaks! I heard that party really was rockin'!"
"Yeah, man, it was to cool! I loved workin' it. Miss Briefs is real nice to work for, and it doesn't hurt that she's a looker either!"
"Know what you mean, dude....I've seen her once or twice around and she is definitely hot! But she's a bit old for you, eh?"
"Yeah, plus she's got some kinda muscle guy she's been hanging out with....got really weird hair, man.... But from indications I saw at that party, they had it BAD for each other, get my drift" Danny winked.
"Oh yah!!! Hey, all in the name of fun! So you lookin' for some music to play at this shindig?"
"Yup...I was thinkin'............." and it was here that Yamcha moved away letting the conversation fade off into the distance. ~~So the little jajauma is planning another little 'affair'......Well, well, well.....I guess that's one party I'll have to see for myself! And it will be on Kinro Kansha No Hi! Very convenient.......well, Bulma, looks like we get to talk about everything after all~~ and with that Yamcha went back to where Kevin still perused the stacks. He DEFINITELY was in a better mood now....the world seem to be looking just a little bit brighter......
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PROCEED TO PART THREE: 'Comfortably Numb'/ BLOCK#2 - 'A Labour of Love'
Many thanx for all the reviews!!! Thanx especially goes out to all my fav fanfic authors (*grins* you know who you are!) Thanx to my family and friends for beta-ing....!
Remember that the Japanese version of our Thanksgiving is their LaborDay/Thanksgiving....... more considered a 'Labor Day'. This year on Nov. 23 they will celebrate what is called "Kinro Kansha No Hi". For further explanations go to: http://www.japan-guide.com/e/e2062.html - This site is a Japanese guide to their holidays and an explanation and a bit of history. I will be using the Japanese name in the story instead of the word Thanksgiving.
SPECIAL NOTES FOR READERS: Now Saiyan Witch and a few others have had some problems with the Japanese terminology used in my fanfics....go to a reputable Japanese to English Dictionary on the web. The one I use is Jeffery's Japanese English Dictionary Server with special kanji cross referencing..........it is a site that encompass all of Canada and the United States. That web site is:
http://linear.mv.com/cgi-bin/j-e/dict.......................
For more information on a good character observation on Yamcha, check out:
http://www.ytv.com/shows/dragonball_z/yamcha.html - That Web site offers an early look into Yamcha's character, one that I will expand upon in this series.
For information on acupuncture check out the following website: http://health.yahoo.com/health/Alternative_Medicine/Alternative_Therapies/A cupuncture/
Music chosen is primarily for the words and thought that correlate for the story. I am really neutral on music....I like all kinds. If you do not like the song, merely place one that you feel fits in your mind as you read!!!
WARNINGS: Angst, Language......PART 3 IS IN 2 BLOCKS.....WHEN YOU FINISH BLOCK #1, GO TO BLOCK#2 PLEASE. I did this to keep it reader friendly.
DISCLAIMERS: Dragonball, Dragonball Z, Dragonball GT, etc. belong to Akiya Toriyama, TOEI Entertainment, FUNimation, Viz Communications, Bird Studios, Irwin Toys, Pioneer (for videos of early DBZ), etc. etc...."Comfortably Numb" is a song by the Group Pink Floyd and their album"The Wall" - so give them the credit.........Monique, Ursula, Dina, Devon, Jason, the Chief, Madeline, Kevin, Bobby, Ryan, Jessie, the music store sales clerk and Danny are my creations that I can manipulate (*evil laugh*).
The origin of the Native American Pawnee Tribe is used here and changed to Japanese adaptations to explain some of the mysterious origins of Yamcha and his life. The credit for the story goes to the Pawnee Peoples, one of the many wonderful Native-American peoples of our country. Arigatou Domo to them.
__________________________________________________________
FOOD FIGHT AT CAPSULE CORP/THANKSGIVING PARTY -
Part Three: 'Comfortably Numb' / BLOCK #1 - Heart Origins of the Desert Bandit:
_____________________________________________________ ______
It was the wee hours of the morning, and Yamcha stared with glazed, burning eyes out at the darkened room. He hadn't been able to go to sleep; rage ate at him, burning like an inner fire. ~~That jajauma! You'll pay pansuke, by Kami you will pay!~~ He was feeling numb from the lack of rest. Getting up off the sofa-sleeper, he crawled to the kitchenette, grabbed a dirty coffee mug, and poured what was left of yesterdays coffee from the carafe of the automatic maker. He shoved the whole mess into his tiny microwave, and punched on the designated time....waiting impatiently for the beep.... "Finally, shimatta!" he spat out in a gravely whisper. ~~I probably look like kuso.....I feel like it!~~ He hastily grabbed the coffee mug, and walked over to the stereo. He put in a CD of an old album he had.....it was given to him for his birthday one year.................by Bulma.
Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?
Come on, now.
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts.
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
As the haunting chords of the melodic rock tune played, his mind drifted back to the days when he roamed the desert, a bandit with no cares. He had a hatred locked in his soul then; a contempt very much like Vegeta. People were a source.....a commodity to be used and discarded.....and women were not to be trusted. He had always had a fear with women.....not so much now, but back then......back then everything was different.
His parents, whom he barely remembered, were part of a nomadic band that traveled across the desert regions of the outlands..........his people...........The Wolf People.............
According to desert legend, when the world was created, a council of animals was held. One oversite was made; it seems Ookami Sutaa (Wolf Star) was not invited. Angry at this indignity, he took his revenge by calling on "Kokufuu Nishikaze"(Dark Dust Storm of the West). Kokufuu Nishikaze held The Hurricane Bag, a bag that contained the first human beings. When Kokufuu stopped to rest at night, he would let the humans out of the bag so they could hunt game. The Ookami Sutaa, ever mindful of deceit, sent a gray wolf down to track Kokufuu. The gray wolf hungry after a long journey, and looking for food, stole The Hurricane Bag and let the humans out. The people were angered because there were no game to hunt in sight and Kokufuu was nowhere to be found. In rage, the humans killed the gray wolf. When Kokufuu discovered what had been done, he told the people that they were responsible for bringing the first death into the world. As penance the humans were made to skin the wolf, and preserve the pelt as a reminder of what they had done. Kokufuu also told them that from now on they were to be called the Ookami-jin....... The Wolf People.
He had lost his parents during a devastating sandstorm that took the whole tribe by surprise. The council Elders had decided to take him in....they were a practical lot, knowing the child wouldn't survive on his own. Besides, there was always a need for more wel- trained warriors to protect them. It was then that Yamcha had been taken in hand by the tribe soldiers to be taught how to fight. Then came the ultimate day that he learned the Wolf-Fang Fist Attack, a deadly powerful weapon that only a few of the elite were allowed to learn.
All during this time, Yamcha had learned to harden his heart.....if you cared about anyone or anything all they would do is leave you.....at least that's the way it seemed. And then IT came......the day of Kokufuu Nishikaze's wrath....A dust storm unlike any other that had ever been seen.......only he and a handful of others survived, but even they eventually faded away...................He was alone....again. Yamcha roamed a year or so more, taking to the lucrative venture of stealing a new inventive device from travelers; encapsulators. By taking these and reselling them on the black market, he made a rather comfortable living.....and of course Puar joined him later....
Then one fateful day he met a young boy with a tail, and a girl.............................a girl that changed everything.........Bulma.
Music continued to stroke through the threads of his mind.......forcing a sick compulsion to remember..........to recall the memories of he and Bulma.......
Ok.
Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more, Aaahhh!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working. Good.
That'll keep you going for the show.
Come on it's time to go.
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
The anger that had ravaged him for days now, began to cool to icy resolve.....Women were nothing more than an abstraction from what was important in life. The Wolf People had been right.....let your guard down for a woman and you would be slaughtered......Kami, he was a baka for allowing this to happen; he should have known better than to trust anyone. So he had had 'distractions' from her, was that any reason to retaliate against him with that 'performance'?............
***************RING, RING, RING***************
~~Kuso!~~ He hoped that wasn't Master Roshi. He had sent Puar there so that he could have a little peace. While he love her dearly, the shape-changing feline was getting on his nerves with all the prattle about how he was 'changing'....Pah! He went over and punched the CD off.
***************RING, RING, RING***************
"SHIMMATA, hold on!!!" he growled. He snatched up the phone roughly, "Moshi, Moshi" he barked in a rather gruff tone.
"Hey Yamcha? Man, it's Kevin, dude!" Kevin was one of Yamcha's close buddies from the baseball team.
"Oh....hey Kev....whazzup?"
"Man, you sound bad.....I'm just calling to see if you wanted to pal around a bit.....training camp starts in a few months, but I wanted to hang out some before we gotta knuckle down....."
"Uhhmm, yeah..........sure, okay that's fine......Tell ya what, can you give me 'bout an hour? I need to shower and stuff..."
"No problem, 'Cha-Cha (Kevin's nickname for Yamcha - it also was because of his luck with girls....)!"
"Man, cut that out!"
"Jeez, Yamcha, what's aching you? Not getting any?"
"Shut up, you chikushoume! I'm fine....." he growled.
"Okay, okay...........I'll see ya in a bit, pal...........Ja' Ne..."
Yamcha hung up the phone with a sharp clack. He really wasn't in the mood to 'pal around' but he had to get some decent food, and it wouldn't hurt to get out in the open air......back to the open sky where he belonged. He strode to the bathroom, flinging off his cutoff sweatpants, and stained muscle shirt on the way. Adjusting the water temperature, he stepped in and let the hot water course over his muscular body. The hot needles of water were like those of an acupuncturist's; stinging and relieving pain simultaneously. He quickly hurried through, knowing that he didn't have much time left before Kevin would try to come break his door down....
He grabbed the last clean, thick towel and dried off in a hurry.....he grabbed a nearby pair of clean blue jeans, and a white tank top. For a bit of flair, he added a silk red shirt over this, leaving it loose. Just about that time there came an abrupt, loud banging at the door. Running a quick brush through his short hair, he grabbed some sneakers, and headed for his front door.
When he opened it up there stood Kevin, and that ever present goofy grin he always wore, " Hey, 'Cha-Cha, you ready?"
"Yeah, man, almost.....C'mon in and take a load off while I finish, okay?"
"Sure....."
Kevin could only be described as the quintessential jokester. His dark auburn hair fell in a layered shag cut, ending right at the base of his neck. He was extremely muscular in build, and short in stature.....very reminescent of Vegeta. But the thing that struck at every girl's heart were those jade-green eyes....always full of a mocking mirth. Poor Kev had just broken up from his long term girlfriend just after baseball season, and had been dating quite a bit.....he was always rattling about his new "flavor of the week" to fellow teammates.....
Kevin bounded in and sat down with a good natured plop," Hey, dude, your place really looks like kuso, you know?"
"Kutabacchimae! " Yamcha spat. He really wasn't in the mood for banter today.
" Jeez, man, pull it out of your ketsunoana, bud! What is eatin' you?!"
"Kuso, Kev, that damn jajauma, Bulma and the 'party' I told you about.....whaddya think!"
"Look, pally, what you need to do is breeze around with me at the mall, and find you one instantly hot-lit babe. You nail her and then onward ho!!"
"Kev, shut up, will ya? I want more in my world than an easy chick. I want a girl to be a part of my life........"
" Cha-Cha, we all want that......but, man, you can't be lookin' for it.....it's just gotta 'happen' you know? Like Ryan.....'member how bad he had it for awhile? And then, BOOM, in comes Jessie and it's a done deal.....I'm tellin' ya.....it'll happen, but you can't wallow around in the mean time....and if you do just make sure you got a babe with ya!" he chuckled a bit at that last statement.
"Look, man, let's just hang out. I got my paycheck yesterday, so I gotta run by the bank, and then we can hit the mall. I need some new clothes anyway..."
"Hey, 'Cha-Cha, maybe we can check out that new restaurant, Chez Price Eez no Object! I heard its fancy-shmancy, but the lunch crowd is suppose to be pretty tone down.....you know where you don't have to come in a coat in tie or nothin'!"
"Whatever, man......Food's food right now....I just wanna get outta here..."
"Hey, dude, where's the cat?" Kevin thought Puar was just your run of the mill cat....
"Out. I'm having a friend 'cat-sit' for me for a while....I just need a bit of piece and quiet....a break..."
"Oh...okay, well, let's go!"
After trudging out of Yamcha's squalid apartment outside, Kevin pulled out his car capsule from his jeans pocket. With a quick push, and a toss, a sporty little yellow air car appeared. Yamcha slid the lock into place on his door, and got into Kevin's car.
The mall was crowded that day. People were gearing up for the Holiday Season, buying gifts, taking advantage of local sales or the latest trends. Yamcha stared with glassy eyes out into the mall crowd....his mind wasn't really on this....
"Hey, 'Cha-Cha....lets hit the new music store that just opened up!" Kevin grinned, and quickly strode off to a bright-blinking, rockin' store. It was black and chrome, shiny with hot pink neon lights that pulsated to throbbing music.....
"Alright, alright, alright......keep ya shirt on...." grumbled Yamcha.
As Kevin began perusing the walls of CDs for 'mood music' Yamcha just aimlessly wandered around....not really looking for anything in particular. A cute little redhead winked in his direction, but he just cringed inwardly.......he wasn't so eager to plunge back into the world of women just this second. As he continued to wander, he overheard various snipets of conversations among the music, but one suddenly caught his attention. His dark eyes glittered narrowly as he heard a store clerk helping a young man......
"Hey Danny! What' happenin'?" shouted the store clerk to the young man.
"Not much, Bobby....gotta another gig comin' up in the next few weeks....another big blow out. Its a wedding rehearsal/Kinro Kansha No Hi/ wedding shower deal.....It's gonna be at that big place I did for Halloween....you know, Capsule Corporation!"
"Man, you get all the cool breaks! I heard that party really was rockin'!"
"Yeah, man, it was to cool! I loved workin' it. Miss Briefs is real nice to work for, and it doesn't hurt that she's a looker either!"
"Know what you mean, dude....I've seen her once or twice around and she is definitely hot! But she's a bit old for you, eh?"
"Yeah, plus she's got some kinda muscle guy she's been hanging out with....got really weird hair, man.... But from indications I saw at that party, they had it BAD for each other, get my drift" Danny winked.
"Oh yah!!! Hey, all in the name of fun! So you lookin' for some music to play at this shindig?"
"Yup...I was thinkin'............." and it was here that Yamcha moved away letting the conversation fade off into the distance. ~~So the little jajauma is planning another little 'affair'......Well, well, well.....I guess that's one party I'll have to see for myself! And it will be on Kinro Kansha No Hi! Very convenient.......well, Bulma, looks like we get to talk about everything after all~~ and with that Yamcha went back to where Kevin still perused the stacks. He DEFINITELY was in a better mood now....the world seem to be looking just a little bit brighter......
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PROCEED TO PART THREE: 'Comfortably Numb'/ BLOCK#2 - 'A Labour of Love'