Authors notes: Alright here is chapter 9 I do not own dragon ball or its characters please enjoy =]
Chapter 9 The Desert Bandit:
Now that they had collected four of the seven dragon balls, they where on their way to the fifth, after the fight with the turtle hermit Roshi, Kakarot had been thinking about how he would kill him the next time they crossed paths. On the other hand, Bulma had pulled out another capsule and this one turned into a car. "Hop on in kiddo, time to get the next dragon ball," Bulma said with enthusiasm.
Kakarot jumped into the passenger's seat while Bulma climbed into the drives. "Alright, then time to rock and roll," Bulma said as she slammed her foot on the gas.
As the wind was blowing through the open window of the vehicle Kakarot couldn't help but notice the sent off the strawberry perfume she was wearing, "What is that terrible smell?" Kakarot said as he held his nose. Bulma looked at the young Saiyan, "What smell?" She said. Kakarot sniffed a little closer at her and quickly shot backward holding his nose again. "It's coming from you." He said not impressed. Bulma screamed. "I'll have you know that I bathe everyday thank you very much!" Kakarot put his head out of the car window and focused on his wish.
they had been driving for about two and a half hours so far, and where now driving through Diablo Desert. Suddenly there was an explosion in front of the car. Bulma screamed not knowing how to react. seeing this Kakarot grabbed her and jumped out of the car before the shock wave caused it to flip and roll about five times crashing into a big rock stuck in the sand.
"Where in the hell did that come from!" Bulma shouted, not even bothering to thank kakarot for saving her life. Kakarot looked around, he couldn't see anyone. The young Saiyans ears pricked up, he could hear a buzzing coming from not too far away. "This was obviously a trap," the young Saiyan said out loud. Bulma looked over at the boy, " you think so?" She asked. "I know so," Kakarot said with his evil grin.
The boy walked up behind Bulma and gave a quick chop to the back of her neck, knocking her out. "Sorry but I'm just in the mood to kill someone and you are not stopping me this time." With this said Kakarot turned around to face the teenager getting off his hoverbike. The teenager looked to be about the same age as Bulma did. He had long conditioned black hair just past his shoulders, and his skin was an olive color. He wore a green top with orange pants, with a sword strapped to his hip. "Alright kid hand over all your money and capsules." The Deseret bandit demanded.
"How about I take your life instead," Kakarot said with his arms folded across his chest. "Ha alright then kid, if its a fight you want then I won't hold back." A small blue cat was hovering next to the bandit's shoulder. "Go get him Yamcha" The small cat said with its high pitched voice. With this said the bandit drew his sword and charged the young Saiyan. "AARRGHH!" the bandit screamed as he swung his sword down upon the young Saiyan. Kakarot smiled and moved to the side, allowing the razor-sharp blade to slice right past him and into the ground, causing the blade to snap. "You will never touch me with such a primitive weapon," Kakarot said while maintaining his evil grin.
the teenager jumped back, and stared at the young Saiyan, "My names Yamcha kid, whats yours?" Kakarot didn't reply for a moment until he said: " I don't give my name to weaklings like you." With that said, Yamcha took a fighting pose and charged at the young Saiyan. The Deseret bandit attempted a roundhouse to the young Saiyans head, but Kakarot simple blocked the kick. Yamcha jumped back and got back into his fighting pose, this time so did Kakarot. "This is going to be fun." He said with an evil smirk on his face and raised his hands ready to fight.
Both warriors stood there each waiting for the other to strike, as the Deseret wind howled, sand covered Bulmas unconscious body that was out of sight. The first to launch an attack was Yamcha he charged kakarot head on throwing wild punches at every angle. Kakarot was moving left, right and center avoiding every attack that came his way with ease. He may have only ranked as a low class among his race, but he took after his father a tactical genius in the art of battle.
Kakarot parred a swift jab that was aimed for his nose and countered it with a left hook to the liver, causing Yamcha to double over in pain. "What in the? How is this kid so strong." Yamach thought to himself as he was bent over in pain. The young Saiyan warrior allowed the bandit no time to recover. As he followed up with a hard knee to Yamchas chin, sending him high into the air. Kakarot jumped and delivered a spinning back kick to his ribs.
a sickening crack could be herd as Kakarots boot connected with Yamchas ribs. "ARGHH" Yamcha screamed in pain as he slammed into the ground. The young Saiyan crossed his arms and started to laugh. "Hahaha come on weakling is that all you've got?" He said with his evil grin showing on his face. Yamcha coughed up blood, as he got up onto one knee. He looked at the young warrior he was fighting and said. "That's it kid am gonna rip you to shreds! Prepare to taste my wolf fang fist!" suddenly Yamcha got up into a fighting pose, and started to concentrate.
Kakarot looked at the human, at first he didn't think anything of the silly stance his opponent was in. when suddenly Yamcha charged. in the blink of an eye, he had closed the distance between the two in seconds and started throwing more wild strikes at the young Saiyan warrior. This time Kakarot was finding it hard to dodge when a fist connected with his face stunning his for a split second. This was all the time Yamcha needed as he followed through with a barrage of kicks and punches, each imitating the bite of a wolf.
then the desert bandit Yamcha finished his attack by delivering a double palm strike to kakarots midsection. Sending the young Saiyan flying into a large rock. Kakarot hit the rock hard and bounced down on to the ground, he landed on one knee and looked up at his opponent. "Hm not a bad attack, but now I'm gonna finish him off with my, Death flash wave."
As Kakarot stood up his armor was in Tatars and was damaged all over. One of his shoulder guards had ripped off as well as half of his chest plate. The midsection had cracks all over it, and his arm and shin guards were starting to chip and crack too.
Yamach watched as his opponent got back up, he knew that he didn't have a lot of strength left, and with his rib cracked that he wouldn't be able to last much longer. " I have to finish this with that new attack I have been working on." He said to himself.
as he took a fighting pose Kakarot began to charge, this time it was his turn to go on the offensive. and this time he was going to end it.
End of chapter 9
Power levels
Kakarot - 97
Bulma 7
Yamcha - 45 - wolf fang fist - 60
