Kakkarot, a retired gunslinger heads to West City to begin a new life.
Unbeknownst to him a shadow from his past shows up. Trouble runs amoke as
the townfolk hire a new Sherrif to save the town from the Ruthless Cattle
Baron, Frieza.
Kakkarot (aka Goku): Retired Gun and Local Sherrif
Bulma: CC Saloon owner
Piccolo: CC Saloon Barkeep
Frieza: Local Cattle Baron
Zarbon & Dodria: Frieza's Thugs
Krillin: Local Store Owner
18: Krillin's Wife
Chi Chi: School Teacher
Vegeta: Hired Gun
Wild West City: Prologe
He rode into West City with a sence of relief. Finally a chance to settle down and forget his past. Coming up to the CC Saloon, he dismounted from his big Appaloosa Stallion, Nimbus. Hitching the horse up to the post, he stepped onto the walkway and went into the saloon.
Stopping just inside, he scanned the room as his eyes became adjusted to the dim light. In a far corner a few cowpunchers were engaged in a game of poker. At the bar was the barkeeper, a rather large fellow with a turban like thing on his head. His arms were folded across his chest as he gazed at the newcommer. The few other patrons all stopped and looked up as he came in.
Walking to the bar he asked for a drink of wiskey. Then asked, "Is there any rooms available?"
He was answered with a grunt and a nod behind him. He turned around. Decending the stairs was a woman dressed in the latet fashion, a red silk dress that was lowcut with lace gloves.
She came up to him with a smile on her face. "I'm Miss Bulma, the owner of this establishment. What can I do for you?"
He tipped his hat as she led him to an empty table and sat down. "I'm looking or a room. A permanent one if you have any. And a job, ma'am."
"I have a room for you but unfortuantly there is nothing I can do for a job. It's ten zeni a week for the room. You'll have to buy your own food."
"Thank you, ma'am. I appreciate this." He tipped his had again and stood up.
She stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm. "I didn't catch your name, mister?"
He stopped and looked down at her "The name is Goku."
Kakkarot (aka Goku): Retired Gun and Local Sherrif
Bulma: CC Saloon owner
Piccolo: CC Saloon Barkeep
Frieza: Local Cattle Baron
Zarbon & Dodria: Frieza's Thugs
Krillin: Local Store Owner
18: Krillin's Wife
Chi Chi: School Teacher
Vegeta: Hired Gun
Wild West City: Prologe
He rode into West City with a sence of relief. Finally a chance to settle down and forget his past. Coming up to the CC Saloon, he dismounted from his big Appaloosa Stallion, Nimbus. Hitching the horse up to the post, he stepped onto the walkway and went into the saloon.
Stopping just inside, he scanned the room as his eyes became adjusted to the dim light. In a far corner a few cowpunchers were engaged in a game of poker. At the bar was the barkeeper, a rather large fellow with a turban like thing on his head. His arms were folded across his chest as he gazed at the newcommer. The few other patrons all stopped and looked up as he came in.
Walking to the bar he asked for a drink of wiskey. Then asked, "Is there any rooms available?"
He was answered with a grunt and a nod behind him. He turned around. Decending the stairs was a woman dressed in the latet fashion, a red silk dress that was lowcut with lace gloves.
She came up to him with a smile on her face. "I'm Miss Bulma, the owner of this establishment. What can I do for you?"
He tipped his hat as she led him to an empty table and sat down. "I'm looking or a room. A permanent one if you have any. And a job, ma'am."
"I have a room for you but unfortuantly there is nothing I can do for a job. It's ten zeni a week for the room. You'll have to buy your own food."
"Thank you, ma'am. I appreciate this." He tipped his had again and stood up.
She stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm. "I didn't catch your name, mister?"
He stopped and looked down at her "The name is Goku."