Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Principles know no Love ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Maybe you´ve already noticed that I haven´t written down any thoughts or clear feelings. Well, it´s really hard not to, but I wanted to try out something new. Letting their feelings become recognizable only through their actions… well, did the attempt fail already or do you like that style so far?! ^-^

Enjoy!

Chapter 3

Gipson spit to the ground, admiring his unerring accuracy when the slimy lump hit a buzzing fly. His grin broadened and he once again buried himself in working the chewing tobacco continuously between his teeth.

Forming another- even bigger snot-ball in his mouth, he almost choked on it when the door was thrust open,resounding with a loud bang.

Gipson scrunched his eyebrows together in annoyance, ejecting the tabacco from his mouth to hit the ground with a wet thud.

"Can´t you be more careful? I don´t want to have to buy a new door, muscleman." Kakarott did not react to the statement, he merely took another step forward, looking straight at Gibson.

"You said, you can take me to the town, didn´t you?" It wasn´t a question.

"Nu-uh, sure I can. At the next buying, you can come with me. Ol´ Thomson is too old anyway, he won´t be able to make much more trips. Heh! You should have seen him on the last, he was so completely shattered you could have---"

"Now!"

Gipson stared- uncomprehending. "What `now´? You can´t just go around throwing some word at me randomly. I´m only---"

"I want to go now. To the town!"

"Dude, what these young man want nowadays. As fast as possible, as cheap as possible, with the least of efforts---"

"Gipson! I mean it, I´ve urgent bussiness to attend to!"

****

The sun was already rising, casting it´s light over the landscape. Only occasionally a ray would penetrate the dirty windows, it´s brightness deadened by dust and smoke.

Inside nobody seemed to notice the promise of a new day- nor did they care, immersed in their own thoughts.

In one corner of the relatively cramped room, two men were seated at a round, wodden table, discussing their matters in shallow voices. The difference between the duo was striking. One was dressed in the same worn out, brown clothes you could see people wearing all around the place, complete with boots and the typical hat with the wide brim. The other had neat, clean clothes on though he wore a hat as well, a rusty, silvery star sticking to his chest, somehow looking out of place.

"They are coming almost every day now- and it disturbs our rebuilding greatly." He took a timid sip of his beer, trying hard not to flinch at the peculiar flavor. "They are raiding our banks, robbing us of our hard-earned money!" His expression changed to one of anger and determination. "I´m the sheriff! I won´t allow it…." He lifted his head, looking at his opposite. "but I need help. You have to know, I´m not very talented with all that weapon- and shootingstuff."

Laughter. To be more precise- one laughed while the speaker merely sat there in silence, looking at his glass- hard.

"Well, are you gonna laugh all day, or do we come to an agreement?" the man finally stated, his voice almost cracking in unaccustomed anger.

The other male looked up, a grin adorning his face.

"Keep calm, of course we do." The man stood up suddenly, clearing his throat and gesticulating dramatically with his arms. "I am the answer to all of your problems. Leave it to me and these bad guys," his chuckle became louder, more intense. "won´t cause you any more trouble," He smirked and touched his revolver lovingly. "never again."

Kakarott frowned slightly at the last part, opening his mouth, considering and shutting it again.

"Okay, thanks I guess. We´ll see us then, right?!" He made an attempt to stand, but was pulled back into the chair rather roughly.

"Not so fast now, we haven´t discussed the payment yet. I would prefer to get my money beforehand." He looked at the sheriff, the greed showing openly in his eyes. Kakarott swallowed, twiddling with his hands unconsciously.

"Beforehand?" he murmured, tiltling his head to the side slightly.

"That´s what I said, isn´t it?!" The other´s voice was laced with impatience. "Come on, don´t make it so difficult for the both of us. I have a wife and three little children who demand to be feet." He looked at the sheriff imploringly.

"Surely you know how that is with these families?!" He slapped a hand across the other´s back in a comradely way.

Kakarott´s expression softened for a moment, than changed to slight sadness. "No, I don´t know." He didn´t lift his eyes, missing the look of victory that crossed the other´s face.

"Well, I need that money urgently. Therefor either we are coming to an agreement or I´m leavin´ now." He stood up for a better effect, letting his eyes lock upon the sheriff´s features.

Kakarott nooded, standing up as well. He searched through his vest pockets, finally pulling out a bundle of banknotes. Hesitantly he handed the money over, his eyes never leaving the other man´s face.

He watched as the male counted the money distrustfully, heedlessly stuffing it into the pocket of his pants when he was satisfied with the outcome.

"And you aren´t just disappearing from the face of earth with my money?!" The sheriff made sure, his eyebrows pulling together in an attempt to look self-confident- though unsuccessful. "I gave you my word, didn´t I. What could you possibly want more- a man´s word is his pride." His voice was husky. "Are you accusing me of being prideless," His tone grew in volume. "-honourless?"

Kakarott´s eyes widened. "Of course not," He shook his head frantically. "I wouldn´t dare!"

"I thought so." The man murmured, a smug expression entering his face.

"It´s settled than, now leave this place." He indicated to the doors with a curt nod of his head. "You don´t belong here."

****

The sun beat down on him relentlessly, but for once he did not care. Relishing the midday heat and the silence that was entailed, he titled his head back, grinning stupidly up into the cloudless sky.

Leaning against the side of his office, he outwardly appeared calm even as the old familiar sounds of hoofs became loud.

The thudding got nearer, approaching him in a fast tempo. The sheriff slowly opened his eyes, brushing a dark lock out of his sight and looking at the riders. His eyebrows lifted as he noticed the leader, once again adorning the head position of the group.

Covering his revolver with the soft material of his vest, he drew the brim of his hut down, a faint shadow casting over his features.

"Hey guys!" the sheriff greeted when they came to a halt, dismounting their horses and fixing them to a nearby beam. "Wish you a nice day!" he went on, his back still supported against the wodden wall. The group roared in answer- as usual.

Kakarott risked a look at the leader; he was still seated on his horse, back straight and reins held tightly between his fingers. Kakarott couldn´t see his eyes, caused by the shadows covering the top half of the man´s face, but he knew the other was looking at him. He could also make out his lips, pressed together in a tense line.

Swallowing hard, the sheriff let a small smile bright his features, seemingly unaware of the hard glare he was receiving. He turned around rather fast, too abruptly to appear casual any longer, destroying his carefully made façade of serenity.

It did not matter though, the gang had already entered the bar.

There was no return now.

Kakarott closed the door to his office.

****

Yeah, I know, its rather short in contrast to the last, but I wanted to create some suspense for the next part…

^-^ Hold out- I´m already working on it. (Though this time it will take me some time longer... the other parts had been already finished for a good while.)

Reviews as always much appreciated.