Title: Principles know no Love

Author: kodachi

Disclaimer: *sighs* ...THAT procedure again.

No, I do not own DBZ .... but maybe in the distant future?!

Warnings: Yaoi, language .... ugh, I haven´t thought about it yet....

Rating: okay, let´s rate it R then *shrugs*

Enjoy the fic! ^-^

Principles know no Love

Prologue

Stamp, stamp...

The white horse tossed its head back, trying to chase the tiresome flies away. It only succeeded in driving them away from there former position to land on another spot.

Stamp, stamp…

The rider smiled slightly down at his horse and drew his hat further into his face to escape the burning glare of the sun.

Stamp, stamp…

The sand whirled around the horses hoofs as it trotted sluggishly over the dry sandy ground.

Stamp, stamp…

The mystical rider reined his horse; they weren`t in a hurry.

Stamp… stamp…

The town soon came into view due to the fact that the landscape was rather flat and sandy, only revealing here and there a patch of green or an aged tree.

Stamp... stamp...

The two made their way into the town at a moderate speed.

Stamp... stamp...

The rider dismounted his horse and led it to a nearby beam to fix it there for the time being.

They had just reached their destination when a stocky looking man came out of one of the less shabby buildings and hurriedly made his way towards them. He came to an abrupt stop just in time to not to bump into the stranger and his horse.

Without hesitation he grabbed the new arrival by the arm and dragged him off into the house he had just come from.

It turned out to be a bar. There were few lights on and the scanty windows existing were so dirty, the sun had not the slightest chance to break through them. But it wasn´t as though someone would honestly desire to actually look at the miserable figures that were seated at wooden tables and on stools around the bar.

"What was that all about?" the stranger finally snapped at the man when the latter let go of his arm, looking rather pleased with himself.

"Oh, you owe me, whippersnapper. I have just saved your life. The least you could do is to say `thank you´." The stranger took on an expression of bewilderment at that statement.

"Why the hell should I thank you for being dragged into some old, stinky bar without my consent by someone I don´t even know by name yet!?"

His `rescuer´ let loose a bark of laughter, waving a finger in front of the younger man´s face: "You really aren´t from here are you." It was more of a conclusion than a question and before the one addressed to could even utter a single word he was pulled towards an empty table in a rather dim niche of the house.

"Just shut up and watch!" the man said and averted his attention away from him to the exit. The stranger was just about to ask again what the matter was when suddenly the loud thundering of hoofs was heard, occasionally accompanied by voices. The bar went absolutely silent. None of the assambled dared to speak or even move other than the regular rising and falling of their chests while breathing.

An unpleasant feeling of foreboding made itsself known in the pit of the strangers stomach. He could almost see the thick tension hanging in the air like fog on misty days.

The tramping stopped, uncomfortably close to the bar.

A booming voice rang out, shouting above all the other voices, bringing them to stillness immediately.

Footsteps brought the wooden ground into a fit of creaking and groaning.

The stranger slightly ducked his head, trying to look as inconicious as possible.

With a loud `bang´ the swing-door opened, revealing a man clad in deepest black, complete with a black hat.

Behind him several other man entered the room, scattering immediately over the whole bar.

The black-clad cowboy, who maintained an air of grandeur, seated himself onto a bar stool, demanding in an imperious though quiet voice a glass of beer.

His hat was drawn deep into his face, immersing his features in shadows created out of it. He did not take it off, surveying his surrounding with a vigilant eye.

The other occupants of the bar, who had up to that point remained unmoving and with lowered heads,began to slowly take up their previous activities, though still not daring to face the apparent leader of the gang.

The stranger was just about to relax and dismiss the whole situation when angry shouts disruppted his plans. He turned his head slightly around to make out the source of the noise when unexpectatly a body was flung through the room, landing straight on his table, breaking it in the process.

The stranger jumped up in startlement, eyeing the unmoving form. His gaze lifted though when laughter got loud, his eyes locking onto a gigantic, burly man who was currently holding a frightened man up by the neck. The unfortunate person was dangling from the other´s grip, struggling weakly, his eyes wide with fear.

The stranger frowned, opening his mouth to rebuke the obvious initiator of the

turmoil, when another voice cut through his intentions - again.

"Nappa, Nappa... what do you think you are doing, hm?" The calm voice got the undivided attention of the giant. He shook his prey roughly, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. "He was rude.... he wanted to withhold me the pleasure to `introduce´ myself with his girl." That brought the speaker roaring applause from the other men and a frown from the leader. "You are right, that´s quiet rude." He gracefully stood up from his stool and strode to the pair still standing in the middle of the room.

"What do you have to say to your defence?" He drawled, taking hold of the man´s chin still dangling in Nappa´s grip. The man could only stare, his mouth opening and closing erratically, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Please.... please...." His eyes darted through the room unseeingly, searching desperately for help.

"He! Let that man free!"

Shocked silence. The occupants held their breath in dreadful anticipation.

Slowly all heads turned to the speaker, standing in a far corner of the bar, right behind a broken table with an unconscious man currently occupying it.

"And who the hell do you think you are, hm?" The leader locked his gaze upon the figure interrupting his `conversation´, his tranquil voice betraying the disrespectfulness of his words.

"My name is Kakarott, I´m the new sheriff of this town!" The stranger replied, trying hard not to flinch under the other´s scrutiny.

"The new sheriff? What a pleasure to meet you. We haven´t had a sheriff here for a long time." Chuckles accompanied that statement. "I hope you like it here so far?!"

"It´s an exciting area. And `yes´, I enjoy it and plan on staying here!" The stranger was surprised at how self-assured his voice sounded and with renewed confidence he lifted his gaze to let it rest upon the leader´s face.

The new sheriff was shocked though to say the least when he noticed the slight grin playing on the other´s lips, not able to detect the man´s eyes owing to the dark shadows disguising his face for the most part.

"Well, in that case...." The leader slowly approached the new sheriff, only stopping when they were just mere inches apart. The infuriating smile grew perceptibly wider when he noticed the stranger´s evident discomfort created by their sudden proximity.

".... I bid you welcome."

The leader swirled around in one fluid motion, intimating with a flick of his wrist to his men that they were leaving, but not before throwing a smug `see you then´ at the stunned sheriff, leaving him to stand somewhat embarrassed in the center of the dirty, murky bar.

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