Disclaimer: No money, no sue, can't sue me if I can't pay....oh yeah and I don't own DBZ, Pepsi, the writers behind this ad or David Beckham.
A/N: This is NOT an ad for Pepsi ok I saw this ad on holiday so I've been meaning to do this since February. and I posted this as PG because for some reason it just doesn't seem right for a G.
Horse Kicked At High Noon
Beating an eternal fountain of golden rays against a dusty and rather deserted setting, an ivory lit Sun and vigilant view of the untamed town of the West. The squeak of a swinging saloon door broke the towns peoples attention from their drinking and polka games to a games to a group of bad ass looking cowboys. The handful of men marched over to the bar, spurns causing clicking sounds with every step.
Once at the counter, one of the few desperados slammed his fist against the polished oak. With dark flame like hair, he wore a battered and worn out type of material, crudely styled like a poncho, a deep, harsh sound crept from his throat,
"Pepsi." He ordered. The barkeeper, not a man to for trouble , was more than happy to complie. The aging man slid the clear bottle with it's blue wrapping around it's mid-section, filled with a chilled beverage down the bar.
It didn't make it to the buyer.
Two green hands reached out and forced the bottle to hiss while turing the lid, placed the opening to his lips and supped next to half it's contents. And just to rub it in the strangers face sent the bottle on it's way down the bar. The half empty bottle stopped again at the man intending to drink it, he raised his head flaunting his midnight eyes to the arrogant, green-skinned man, who's clothes seemed a little too over done for the cowboys taste. Tassels smothered the swede suit, stitched in white thread and the crowning accessory, a cowboy hat, the same colour as his suit covering a braid of long emerald locks.
"Outside." The dark haired man said calmly holding back the urge to break the other mans neck.
The tension mounted, townsfolk peeked from the window sills and from behind barrels and horse drawn carts to view this showdown. And there they booth stood, in the ceter of the desolate little town. The green-skinned gunslinger wore a broad smirk, gazing at an un-expressionless young man.
The over dressed duelist, who was actually called Zarbon, casually took off the long swede jacket, along with the rest of his costume. To the others, who was known as Vegeta, disgust Zarbon's battle outfit was even more outrageous then before.Boots that came about half way up his thighs, lilac arm warmers from his wrists to his upper arms and some of the most unique Armour also without the hat Vegeta could see a sort of headband with a jewel dangling in the middle across his forehead. Now it was Vegeta's turn. He fisted the hem of his 'poncho' and ripped it off with one smooth action, he wore a simple suit; white boots and gloves, more practical Armour over a navy blue body suit stretched over defined muscles.
The two, neither breaking the stare they had with the other, preparing to fall to fighting stance. Most unexpectedly the shorter man brought himself from his battle stand and put his hand up to his mouth to use his index finger and thumb to give a loud whistle, calling his horse, Prince. Before Zarbon knew it, the hind legs of Vegeta's stallion belted him across the face sending him flying through a window of one of the buildings. The people of the town sprinted out of their hiding, cheering and smiling to congratulate their new hero. While the people shook vegeta's hand and patted him on the back a man greatly resembling a white and purple lizard stormed out of the house where Zarbon fell with a really 'ticked' off look on his face, the crowd grew eerily still... then legged it, all except Vegeta ran in the completely other direction of the reptile, he however just narrowed his eyes at his new challenge.
Please review, once again I'll even accept mean ones which I also find helpful ( hey if I'm crap someone should tell me.)
A/N: This is NOT an ad for Pepsi ok I saw this ad on holiday so I've been meaning to do this since February. and I posted this as PG because for some reason it just doesn't seem right for a G.
Horse Kicked At High Noon
Beating an eternal fountain of golden rays against a dusty and rather deserted setting, an ivory lit Sun and vigilant view of the untamed town of the West. The squeak of a swinging saloon door broke the towns peoples attention from their drinking and polka games to a games to a group of bad ass looking cowboys. The handful of men marched over to the bar, spurns causing clicking sounds with every step.
Once at the counter, one of the few desperados slammed his fist against the polished oak. With dark flame like hair, he wore a battered and worn out type of material, crudely styled like a poncho, a deep, harsh sound crept from his throat,
"Pepsi." He ordered. The barkeeper, not a man to for trouble , was more than happy to complie. The aging man slid the clear bottle with it's blue wrapping around it's mid-section, filled with a chilled beverage down the bar.
It didn't make it to the buyer.
Two green hands reached out and forced the bottle to hiss while turing the lid, placed the opening to his lips and supped next to half it's contents. And just to rub it in the strangers face sent the bottle on it's way down the bar. The half empty bottle stopped again at the man intending to drink it, he raised his head flaunting his midnight eyes to the arrogant, green-skinned man, who's clothes seemed a little too over done for the cowboys taste. Tassels smothered the swede suit, stitched in white thread and the crowning accessory, a cowboy hat, the same colour as his suit covering a braid of long emerald locks.
"Outside." The dark haired man said calmly holding back the urge to break the other mans neck.
The tension mounted, townsfolk peeked from the window sills and from behind barrels and horse drawn carts to view this showdown. And there they booth stood, in the ceter of the desolate little town. The green-skinned gunslinger wore a broad smirk, gazing at an un-expressionless young man.
The over dressed duelist, who was actually called Zarbon, casually took off the long swede jacket, along with the rest of his costume. To the others, who was known as Vegeta, disgust Zarbon's battle outfit was even more outrageous then before.Boots that came about half way up his thighs, lilac arm warmers from his wrists to his upper arms and some of the most unique Armour also without the hat Vegeta could see a sort of headband with a jewel dangling in the middle across his forehead. Now it was Vegeta's turn. He fisted the hem of his 'poncho' and ripped it off with one smooth action, he wore a simple suit; white boots and gloves, more practical Armour over a navy blue body suit stretched over defined muscles.
The two, neither breaking the stare they had with the other, preparing to fall to fighting stance. Most unexpectedly the shorter man brought himself from his battle stand and put his hand up to his mouth to use his index finger and thumb to give a loud whistle, calling his horse, Prince. Before Zarbon knew it, the hind legs of Vegeta's stallion belted him across the face sending him flying through a window of one of the buildings. The people of the town sprinted out of their hiding, cheering and smiling to congratulate their new hero. While the people shook vegeta's hand and patted him on the back a man greatly resembling a white and purple lizard stormed out of the house where Zarbon fell with a really 'ticked' off look on his face, the crowd grew eerily still... then legged it, all except Vegeta ran in the completely other direction of the reptile, he however just narrowed his eyes at his new challenge.
Please review, once again I'll even accept mean ones which I also find helpful ( hey if I'm crap someone should tell me.)