Ok kiddies and not so kiddies ^_^. This is a completely
original story here. You might think it's the dumbest you've ever read, but I
hope not. I did actually do some research into the history of this. The
characters were real people and the places (not the DBZ ones) are real places
in Kansas and Oklahoma. Now the situation has been altered. Mainly because all
of these people were killed in the battle. I won't elaborate because that would
give away the plot.
Yes this is a B/V get together
like you've never (I hope) read before. There will be humor, drama, woe, angst,
despair, sadness, and yes, romance. No lemon. Use those overactive imaginations
of yours. From some of the stuff I've read, I know you're very good at it. And
this is a song fic. Based on the song Doolin-Daltons from the Eagles CD
Desperado. I'll post the words to the song at the end of the story. Oh yeah,
it's a western. He he!
Chapter 1: You Should Never Eat Cold Leftovers And Fall
Asleep Watching TV!
Vegeta grumbled angrily as he stepped out of the shower and
reached for his towel. He dried off briskly and slipped on his black jogging
pants. It had been an especially aggravating day. That 'woman' had pushed
beyond the point of her usual irritating self. She had interrupted his training
three times. Three! He gritted his teeth throwing the towel on the floor.
'Let her pick it up.' He thought as he headed down stairs
to the kitchen. His stomach was rumbling loudly. He started to open the
refrigerator door when he saw the note.
Vegeta, had to go to town and pick
up some supplies.
Mom and Dad went out to eat. There
are leftovers in
the fridge. Just heat them in the
microwave for a couple
of minutes. And don't blow the house
up baka!!
He crumpled the note up and tossed
it on the table. 'Stupid woman! I ought to blow it up just for the hell of it.
No. Then I'd never here the end of it. All that incessant bitching.' He
shuttered at the thought. Pulling out the chicken casserole, he turned and
looked at the microwave, then shrugged. He'd just eat it cold.
He plopped down on the couch and
picked up the TV remote. After surfing through the seemingly endless channels,
he stopped on an old, western, he thought was what they were called. Seeing as
how there were no war movies on, it was the next best thing to violence in this
stupid society. Those real life shows were just too hokey for him. (he he)
He ate the casserole before the
first credits began to role, and the announcer told the brief summery of the
movie. It was about some outlaw gang called the Daltons. Looked promising. Lots
of death.
Laying back on the couch, he watched
as they robbed banks, stagecoaches and trains. Laughing as the innocent
bystanders were mortally wounded. Usually by the sheriff as they shot at the
outlaws trying to escape.
"Idiots.
Can't even shoot strait." He yawned. The yawns became more frequent. His eyes
got heavy, and before the movie ended, he was sleeping peacefully. Or so he
thought…..
This
was more of a prologue than a chapter, so I'll go ahead and write down the list
of characters. I'm just gonna use the DBZ names because it would get to
confusing if I switched to the Daltons names, but here's the list so you'll
know who's who.
The Wild Bunch
Bill
Doolin Vegeta
Bitter
Creek Newcomb Piccolo
Bill
Dalton Goku
Bill
"Tulsa Jack" Blake Yamcha
Emmett
Dalton Marai
Gohan
Roy
Daugherty Marai
Trunks
Supporters
Edith
Doolin Bulma
Bartender Tien
Store
Clerk Krillin
Saloon
Girl Chichi
The Law (in this case, bad
guys are the law, boo)
Marshal Frieza
Sheriff Raditz
Deputies Ginyu Force
