Chapter 1: Vash

Vash has been wondering for days in the hot, bleak desert. He hasn't seen a city, a person, or any water for two days. He ate the last of his food sitting under the hugest rock he could find. Only the rock would give him some shade. Vash had to find some place to rest before nightfall came. It would be freezing, and no man could live out in a desert night, not even the humanoid typhoon. He was called by this name for a reason, because he is no ordinary guy. He is the best gun man around, and everyone that has tried to take him on has failed. Half of his body was scared and even some parts were robotic.
Vash wore a red type of cloak, and always has a pair of cool looking sun glasses on. His hair was gold and spiked up. This man always has his revolver on him, but he would never intentionally kill someone unless that person was a big threat to mankind.

After walking for hours through a desert, Vash could see something in the distance and to his luck it was a town. It looked like a small peaceful town with a few boarding houses, a saloon, a market, and the roads were dirt. Vash was lucky enough to find a boarding house with a room still open. A lot of people make stops in this town so they don't freeze out in the desert. Sunset was coming, but Vash decided to check out the saloon, but as soon as he walks in, trouble had started.
"What the hell do you call this crap lady!" yelled an ugly drunk.
He was no doubt a bandit making a quick stop for the night to have a few beers. He was throwing beer glasses at the waitress who was serving them. Vash stepped in and "accidently" tripped, and he fell right into the path of a beer glass. The glass shattered on his back.
"Oops. Sorry. Maybe I can help you pick this up Miss." Vash started to pick up the glass that was on the floor. This made the bandit very mad. Very, very mad.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? Don't pick that crap up! Maybe if there was some decent beer here..." the bandit paused for a moment," Hey, aren't you Vash the Stampede, the humanoid typhoon…? You are. Of course you are! I could make all that money for the price on your head!"
" No, I don't go by that name, and didn't you hear that there is no reward for him anymore," said Vash who was of course not telling the truth.
Vash continued to pick up the glass, and the waitress was helping him now. She was still afraid of this bandit though, and the bandit was really angry now. He pulled the waitress up to him by her hair, but he didn't stop there. He slapped her, and this made Vash really angry.
"Put her down," said Vash harshly, but calmly.
"Oh, so the big no nothing has something to say? Eh? Well do you," he wondered if this no nothing would do anything. He went to slap the waitress again, but before he knew it, in an instant Vash had stopped the bandit's hand, and made him release grip on the waitress.
"You!" shouted the bandit. He quickly went to grab his gun, but before he had the chance, Vash had is magnum revolver to the bandits head. Vash then quickly disarmed the bandit.
"Get out, go back to your room, your guns will not be returned to you! Leave," ordered Vash, but the bandit thought of nothing except to get this guy back. He quickly headed to the door, but then pulled out a hidden gun, and aimed at Vash. A gunshot was fired, but not by the bandit. By Vash, who only shot the gun out of the bandit's hand. The bandit now knew he traveled into wrong territory, and quickly ran away.
"Here Miss," said Vash handing her the bandit's guns and then the glass, "Be sure to dispose the guns with the glass." Vash walked out of the saloon. He went back to his room and slept through the night. Even in this small fight Vash never aimed to kill.