Ok, my girlfriend told me that I should have been more descriptive as the characters were wearing. Actually I just forgot! So here goes. This isn't really a chapter, just a sort of mental picture. But feel free to imagine them the way YOU want.
Vegeta: Dark blue shirt with a tan scarf (a manly scarf) dark brown pants and boots and a brown (Little Joe) cowboy hat. He doesn't need clothes to make him menacing, does he? Double holster guns facing backwards for a crisscross draw. Fancy!
Goku: Think of Kurt Russell in Tombstone. Black hat, knee length wool jacket with a fancy shirt. Black pants and boots. And if you haven't seen this movie, RENT IT! Single gun holster and derringer.
Piccolo: The long rider! Ankle length black leather duster. Purple shirt. Black pants and boots and a flat black cowboy hat. You know, like Adam Cartwright! Carries a shotgun along with single gun holster.
Gohan: Tan hat and shirt with blue jeans. Red scarf. Brown boots. Carries a rifle along with single gun holster.
Trunks: Light tan hat. Blue shirt and tan jeans. Light brown boots. Dark blue scarf. My girlfriend is drooling. Think of Heath on The Big Valley. Single gun holster and long knife.
Yamcha: Plain white shirt and blue jeans. Snake skin boots. Big Mexican sombrero hat. With crisscross chest holster filled with shotgun shells. Like a bandit!
Bulma and Chichi: Dancehall girl dresses. Chichi's is red with black lace trim and fishnets. Long feather in braided hair. Bulma's is deep blue with black lace trim and fishnets with a long feather in curled hair pulled up on her head. (sigh)
The bad guys: use your imaginations! I don't really care.
They were Doolin, Doolin-Dalton
Hi or Low, it was the same
Easy money
And faithless women
Red eye whiskey for the pain
Go down Bill Dalton it must be God's Will
To brothers lying dead in Coffeeville
To voices call to you from where they stood
Lay down your law books now there no damn good
Better keep on movin'
Doolin-Dalton
Till your shadow set you free
And if you're fast and if you're lucky
You will never see that hangin tree
Well the towns lay out across the dusty plains
Like graveyards filled with tombstones waiting for the rain
Where a man could use his back or use his brains
But some just went stir crazy Lord
Cause nothin ever changed
Till them Doolin, met them Daltons
He was working cheap
Just biding time
When he left, said I'm going
So he left that peaceful life behind
Well the stage was set the sun was sinking low now
When they came to town to face another show down
The law men cleared the people from the street
All you blood thirsty by standers,
Won't you try to find your seats
And watch them Doolin, Doolin-Daltons
Hi or low
It's all the same
Easy money
And faithless women
You will never feel the pain
Go down Bill Doolin don't you wonder why
Sooner or later we all have to die
Sooner or later
That's a stone cold fact
Four men ride out and only three ride back