DISCLAIMER: Okay, I don't own Trigun. We all know this. Now let's get over
it.
Okay, just thought that you guys might like to know what's been happening to Meryl and Vash since they left.
Chapter Six: The Middle Of Nowhere
"Oi, Meryl," Vash whined from the passenger seat. The woman said nothing, but moved her eyes from the desert road, over to her companion. "I'm hungry. Can we stop?"
Meryl squeezed the steering wheel. He was impossible! Her father could possibly be dying and the only thing this mindless idiot was concerned about was his stomach.
"You can get something when we arrive," Meryl replied through gritted teeth.
"But I'm hungry now."
"We just ate three hours ago!" Meryl cried, letting her frustration show. Vash sighed and, chin in hand, stared out the window. Nothing. Absolutely nothing but sand, sand, even more sand, and…what was that? Could it be? It wasn't….was it?
"Meryl! Stop the car!"
Meryl slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop. Vash vaulted out of the car and raced towards whatever had caught his attention. Heart pounding, Meryl jumped out and gave chase.
She stopped in her tracks when she was close enough to see what the $$60,000,000,000 man was after.
Seething with anger, she stalked him until he reached the building. Catching up, she walked in front of him, blocking the window.
"What do you think you're doing?" she hissed.
"Buying donuts. This is great! I can't believe there was a donut shop in the middle of nowhere!"
A vein pulsed in Meryl's forehead and she clobbered him in the back of the head, rendering him senseless. She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back to the car, where she threw him into the back seat. She climbed into the front seat and they took off once more. She could see how this trip was going be.
Sighing, Meryl sped along, hoping that no one else had gotten the stupid idea of building a donut shop in the middle if nowhere.
Okay, just thought that you guys might like to know what's been happening to Meryl and Vash since they left.
Chapter Six: The Middle Of Nowhere
"Oi, Meryl," Vash whined from the passenger seat. The woman said nothing, but moved her eyes from the desert road, over to her companion. "I'm hungry. Can we stop?"
Meryl squeezed the steering wheel. He was impossible! Her father could possibly be dying and the only thing this mindless idiot was concerned about was his stomach.
"You can get something when we arrive," Meryl replied through gritted teeth.
"But I'm hungry now."
"We just ate three hours ago!" Meryl cried, letting her frustration show. Vash sighed and, chin in hand, stared out the window. Nothing. Absolutely nothing but sand, sand, even more sand, and…what was that? Could it be? It wasn't….was it?
"Meryl! Stop the car!"
Meryl slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop. Vash vaulted out of the car and raced towards whatever had caught his attention. Heart pounding, Meryl jumped out and gave chase.
She stopped in her tracks when she was close enough to see what the $$60,000,000,000 man was after.
Seething with anger, she stalked him until he reached the building. Catching up, she walked in front of him, blocking the window.
"What do you think you're doing?" she hissed.
"Buying donuts. This is great! I can't believe there was a donut shop in the middle of nowhere!"
A vein pulsed in Meryl's forehead and she clobbered him in the back of the head, rendering him senseless. She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back to the car, where she threw him into the back seat. She climbed into the front seat and they took off once more. She could see how this trip was going be.
Sighing, Meryl sped along, hoping that no one else had gotten the stupid idea of building a donut shop in the middle if nowhere.