A/N: I own nothing in here except for the ones I DO own. Trigun, and all
related suchness belong to Yasuhiro Nightow. Ok, done with that, lemme tell
you that I have seen all the episodes, but only understood up to episode 10
^-^; because all the rest are in Japanese. I couldn't get my hands on the
dubs.
Dry Planet ~Gun Ho Guns Galore~
The two pair of blue-gray eyes stared into each other. The woman was on her side, her bleeding leg facing the sky. Short, black hair spilled towards the green grass she's resting upon on. The wolf was also on her side, facing the woman. They just stared at each other. Suddenly, coldness swept through Meryl's body, like a shadow has fallen over her. Both the wolf and the woman looked up at the peaceful blue sky. The sun was shining, but Meryl's flesh felt as if Monev the Gale has shot her again, only all over. Then a fissure appeared in the sky, and it spread into many branches. Parts of the sky fell, clinking like glass. Meryl didn't struggle. Nor did the wolf. The pieces dug themselves deep into their bodies. A large chunk of the sky fell towards Meryl. Inside, she was screaming, outside, she was motionless, helpless, paralyzed. Finally the wolf moved. It jumped up, over Meryl's bloody body. The sky-glass chunk fell onto the wolf in midair. The glass dug deep in, breaking the spine and piercing the belly. Blood splatter everywhere. The momentum of the sky forced the limp wolf down upon Meryl. The part that was sticking out from the wolf's belly pierced her own skin and flesh. There she laid, still motionless, with the wolf draped on her. Pieces of the sky still rained down around the bloody mass of flesh and bones.
"Look! It's the humanoid typhoon!" "He's injured!" "Near death is more like it, woman!" "Quick, someone go find the doctor!" "No! Don't you dare help him!" Chaos bloomed when the tomas entered the town. She was confused, with a motionless rider on her back, and people screaming around her. She pranced around nervously, wanting to go away. A boy came up to her and took hold of her reins. He was young, short, and had deep brown eyes. The tomas liked him immediately. She feels the boy knows tomases. He patted her muzzle, and looked at her rider. He turned to the man who last shouted. "Why shouldn't we help him?" his voice was surprisingly strong. The other man is tall, muscular, and bald with a tattoo of the sun on his head. "You know who he is, boy." "Yes, I do. He's a good neighbor, and from what I seen from passing by, a really nice person. So please, move out of the way and let the doctor through." "Hah! Little boy, you lived too short. That's Vash the Stampede you're talking about. The $$60,000,000 Man." "Come, girl." The boy pulled on the reins, and started for the doctor, who came to see what's the commotion. The tomas let him lead her. Just before he took 5 steps, the ground between him and the doctor exploded. With a cry, the tomas, scrambled away as the boy covered his face. The man went over, and stopped before the boy. He lifted a leg to kick him, when he froze. He fell over, tears streaming from his eyes as he curled up. The tomas had come back, and used her heavy spiked tail to smack the area that no man ever wanted to be smacked. Little whimpers escaped the man's paled lips. The crowd laugh, and the doctor took over. He cursed at the form the blonde man was in, and few of the town people helped out. The boy took the tomas into a cozy stable, filled with other tomases. After making sure she was comfortable in her stall, he poured rich feed into her bin, and gave her one last pat before he went off to see to the other tomases.
White. Everything white. The smell of latex filled his nostrils. The whiteness began to have shadows, then, slowly, color. His aching body was wrapped in something and whatever it is it felt good. He parts his lips to speak, and once the air entered his mouth, his throat dried, and he began to cough. He closed his eyes in pain, and he felt people gathering around him. Someone poured a liquid into his mouth two drops by two. Instantly, his hacking subsided. "Don't try to talk." A female voice said. Vash just nodded, and let the drink do its job. Fortunate for him, one of its jobs is to make the patient sleepy.
"Look at this, son. A sleeping human." A tall, lanky man with green locks stood over a sleeping woman, casting his shadow over her. His pale green eyes flashed hungrily. He wore a black, muscle shirt with a black leather vest, black, torn jeans that ends in a venom green flame, and black boots with green tinted chains hanging from them. Around his neck he wore a collar with a silver cross hanging from it. The cross was engulfed in green fire. Around his wrists he also had the same emblem hanging from spiked leather bracelets. A belt hung loosely from his narrow hips, where a slender gun is sheathed. The buckle of the belt also had that burning cross emblem. "I see, father. A human bitch." A young man who looks like the younger version of the man came up behind him, except the eyes didn't glint so maliciously, and the emblem only appears once, at the collar. "She's bleeding pretty bad too." "That is none of our concern. We'll have our fun with her once our mission's over." He said, grinning. The younger man didn't look to thrill. "Father, I don't think-" "Shut up, Kenugre." The father said with an animal growl. "You need all the practice you can for your own pack, once you become a lone one." "What if I don't become-" Kenugre began only to be cut off by his father again. His father grabbed the emblem on the younger one's collar and pulled him close till their noses are just a hairsbreadth away. "You will become a lone one, because you will never, never, defeat me. Understand, boy?" "Y-yes, Father." The father pushed him away, snarling at his son. He saw the woman move with the corner of his eye, and he turned to see her stirring. She's beginning to wake up. The father grinned, then he half crouched, and his fingernails lengthening into claws; his blunt square teeth began to sharpen into fangs. A sudden cry from behind distracted him, and he returned to his original state. Both he and Kenugre turned to find Milly and Knives on a rather miffed tomas. The older man's eyes widened as the pale orbs focused on Knives. "Milord!" he quickly got down onto one knee, bowing his head so his green braid fell forward. Kenugre stared at Knives, blinking. He looks as young as me! He yelped as his father reached up and yanked the younger ones vest down, forcing him to kneel as well. Thumps of the creature were heard as it came near. Kenugre stole a peek up. The tall brunette slid off the steed, and man sat still, staring at them with unreadable eyes. The woman walked cautiously around them, and then to the waking woman. He felt his father move beside him. "Leave her!" the father snarled, and jumped at the two women, the other now awake. "Stop!" cried Knives. Milly gasped as the man changed before their eyes and in midair. His face stretched and slender into a muzzle, his ears pointed and forced its way to the top of his head. His hands broadened into clawed paws, his thighs shortened, his shin shortened, his feet lengthen and broadened into large paws. His clothes shredded into gray fur with green stripes. The shreds at his rear twisted into a strong tail. Meryl, fully awake now, shoved Milly away. The large green wolf landed on Meryl, the claws digging deep into her flesh. The teeth flashed near her throat, but she moved, so they sunk into her shoulder. She screamed as blood gushed out, soaking the muzzle of the werewolf, the sleeping shirt of the woman, and turned black hair red. She stared up at the peaceful sky with wide eyes. This is her dream. But where's the wolf? She began to cry, seeing the end, the bloody end. But she's dying alone. Her body was numb with pain. She felt nothing except the fangs and claws deep in her flesh. Then her vision began to blur, and whiteness began creep up from the bottom. Her mind began to go blank, seeing only red. But it wasn't blood. It was Vash.
"MERYL!!!" Milly watched in horror as her small friend was caught in the jaws of the monster. She wanted to help. Throw her self onto the big terror. But her body wouldn't move. It was frozen in terror. She could do nothing. Nothing but cry. She was angry with herself, not being able to help. This was too much. Over her life, these past two days were the nightmare of her dreams. She didn't understand anything. The corner of her tearful eyes, she saw Knives running towards the werewolf. He was shouting. "I demand you to leave her alone! I comma-" he turned blue. In fact, his whole body was encased in ice. The Werewolf let go of Meryl's shoulder and lifted his blood-soaked muzzle. There, sitting upon a windy ostrich, is Monev the Gale. "Yes!" she began to giggle happily. "I got him! Chapel?" "What?" growled the wolf. Blinking his pale eyes at the girl. "Oh, that was you." She sneered as she hopped off the disappearing horse. "It seem that you had forgotten your mission." "I haven't!" snarled the wolf. He bounded from Meryl's gasping body towards the girl. "Go to your mommy before I have to wipe those white lips from your hue less face, girl!" "My mommy's dead, wolf. And so will you soon, if you keep up that attitude." "Don't you talk to my father like that!" Kenugre pulled out two handguns from his thigh straps and pointed them at Monev. "Uh-oh! Am I supposed to be scared? Oh, yes, I should! Eeeek!" she squealed with laughter. She held up a hand, where her sleek ice gun formed itself. "Shoot me, brat!" With a loud bark, he pulled both triggers. Bullets of green fire zoomed out towards Monev. The little girl, knowing the Green's fire power, shot at each fire bullet with two of her own ice bullets with practiced precision. Then she shot at Kenugre's head. Kenugre's senses the bullet, and quickly transformed into a young wolf, letting the bullet pass by overhead. He had the same gray fur, but the green stripes were a bit blurrier. The stripes then were engulfed with green flame, and then the gray fur caught on fire, spreading the flame all over his body. The young wolf dashed towards the girl, who wasn't expecting this, and lunged at her. Quickly, she tried encasing him with ice, but the winds just wailed in protest as the heat began to eat them. "Stop! Or I'll have Grey skin you!" She threatened as he came near. She felt the dreadful heat, and then it all disappeared as Chapel pounced at his son in midair, slamming his heavy clawed paws into Kenugre's young sides. "You damn idiot!" the larger wolf braked harshly into his son's pointed ears. "Never, EVER, strike one that is in favor of Captiness Grey! Do you know what she can do? NO!! You don't! And you'll never want to! So mind your own hide and learn from watching!" Chapel swung a paw at Kenugre's face, hitting him hard. The father turned away to face the girl. "Take His Majesty back, I have a few lessons to teach my son" he snarled and began towards Meryl now. Monev turned very red, and then turned away, shouting to the sky. "Hopperd! Down here!!" "RAAAAAAAAWK!!!" a squawk was replied. Clouds ran away, fearing to be slapped by the large wings of a giant eagle as it flew towards the ground. Sitting in its brown plumage is a man with scraggily brown hair, his legs hidden in the fluffy feathers. The eagle pulled back its wings, it's stout golden talons spread out for a landing. Tearing up the green grass, the huge avian took a while to skid to a stop. It lowered its magnificent head to the ground. "What took you?" Monev snapped at the man. Hopperd, the man, looked down at her with fierce golden eyes from the eagle's neck, smiling charmingly. Then a pair of heavily feathered wings unfolded from his bare back. Flapping them with grace, he stood, upon the legs of a bird. With his long feathered thighs, bare scaled shins, and huge talons, his bottom part could be mistaken for a feathered raptor. He walked down the head and beak of the eagle, using his wedge-shaped tail for balance. "Patience, little one, patience." He chimed her as he landed besides her. Hopperd raised a largely clawed talon in a leather gauntlet. "Rocs are quite stubborn birds." "All birds are stubborn, as far as I care." She pushed away the gauntleted foot. "Hurry up and do your job." "Yes, little princess." He smiled as she began to pout, send icy chills from her ears. He threw himself into the air spreading his wings to catch the wind, and flapped upwards. He then swooped down towards Monev. He grabbed hold of her arms and pumped his wings, carrying her away. He then faced the roc, squawking, and flew off to the northeast. The Roc nodded it's huge head, picked up the ice coffined man with two claws, tossed him up into the air, and caught it with the palm of the foot. It began to flap it's wings, and hopped on one foot and started to fly. The wind caused by roc tossed the werewolves and the women about. Meryl was being held by Kenugre, who knows what would happen if he didn't. The young man gritted his teeth in memory.
"You worthless ass! Look at what you did!" "F-father, I di-!" "Didn't know the damn elk has antlers?! You sissy! Letting our dinner escape, and also letting it break your arm! You're a disgrace!" "B-but father! Its hooves were as-!" "Shuttup!" the older man grabbed the boy's broken arm, and began to twist it even more. Kicking, punching, screaming, blood. Its hooves were as big as half of my head! That was all the boy wanted to say.
Milly cried as the raging winds became a sandstorm. She was alone. She didn't want to be. Meryl! Come back to me! Please! She wanted to scream, but something was stuck in her throat. She felt a nudge on her shoulder. She opened her sand crusted eyes, and saw the silhouette of her tomas. Her heart skipped a beat with joy. She hugged her Tomas's head, and, with difficulty, climbed onto it's back. She kept her head down, trusting the tomas as it cantered off into the sandy oblivion.
Dry Planet ~Gun Ho Guns Galore~
The two pair of blue-gray eyes stared into each other. The woman was on her side, her bleeding leg facing the sky. Short, black hair spilled towards the green grass she's resting upon on. The wolf was also on her side, facing the woman. They just stared at each other. Suddenly, coldness swept through Meryl's body, like a shadow has fallen over her. Both the wolf and the woman looked up at the peaceful blue sky. The sun was shining, but Meryl's flesh felt as if Monev the Gale has shot her again, only all over. Then a fissure appeared in the sky, and it spread into many branches. Parts of the sky fell, clinking like glass. Meryl didn't struggle. Nor did the wolf. The pieces dug themselves deep into their bodies. A large chunk of the sky fell towards Meryl. Inside, she was screaming, outside, she was motionless, helpless, paralyzed. Finally the wolf moved. It jumped up, over Meryl's bloody body. The sky-glass chunk fell onto the wolf in midair. The glass dug deep in, breaking the spine and piercing the belly. Blood splatter everywhere. The momentum of the sky forced the limp wolf down upon Meryl. The part that was sticking out from the wolf's belly pierced her own skin and flesh. There she laid, still motionless, with the wolf draped on her. Pieces of the sky still rained down around the bloody mass of flesh and bones.
"Look! It's the humanoid typhoon!" "He's injured!" "Near death is more like it, woman!" "Quick, someone go find the doctor!" "No! Don't you dare help him!" Chaos bloomed when the tomas entered the town. She was confused, with a motionless rider on her back, and people screaming around her. She pranced around nervously, wanting to go away. A boy came up to her and took hold of her reins. He was young, short, and had deep brown eyes. The tomas liked him immediately. She feels the boy knows tomases. He patted her muzzle, and looked at her rider. He turned to the man who last shouted. "Why shouldn't we help him?" his voice was surprisingly strong. The other man is tall, muscular, and bald with a tattoo of the sun on his head. "You know who he is, boy." "Yes, I do. He's a good neighbor, and from what I seen from passing by, a really nice person. So please, move out of the way and let the doctor through." "Hah! Little boy, you lived too short. That's Vash the Stampede you're talking about. The $$60,000,000 Man." "Come, girl." The boy pulled on the reins, and started for the doctor, who came to see what's the commotion. The tomas let him lead her. Just before he took 5 steps, the ground between him and the doctor exploded. With a cry, the tomas, scrambled away as the boy covered his face. The man went over, and stopped before the boy. He lifted a leg to kick him, when he froze. He fell over, tears streaming from his eyes as he curled up. The tomas had come back, and used her heavy spiked tail to smack the area that no man ever wanted to be smacked. Little whimpers escaped the man's paled lips. The crowd laugh, and the doctor took over. He cursed at the form the blonde man was in, and few of the town people helped out. The boy took the tomas into a cozy stable, filled with other tomases. After making sure she was comfortable in her stall, he poured rich feed into her bin, and gave her one last pat before he went off to see to the other tomases.
White. Everything white. The smell of latex filled his nostrils. The whiteness began to have shadows, then, slowly, color. His aching body was wrapped in something and whatever it is it felt good. He parts his lips to speak, and once the air entered his mouth, his throat dried, and he began to cough. He closed his eyes in pain, and he felt people gathering around him. Someone poured a liquid into his mouth two drops by two. Instantly, his hacking subsided. "Don't try to talk." A female voice said. Vash just nodded, and let the drink do its job. Fortunate for him, one of its jobs is to make the patient sleepy.
"Look at this, son. A sleeping human." A tall, lanky man with green locks stood over a sleeping woman, casting his shadow over her. His pale green eyes flashed hungrily. He wore a black, muscle shirt with a black leather vest, black, torn jeans that ends in a venom green flame, and black boots with green tinted chains hanging from them. Around his neck he wore a collar with a silver cross hanging from it. The cross was engulfed in green fire. Around his wrists he also had the same emblem hanging from spiked leather bracelets. A belt hung loosely from his narrow hips, where a slender gun is sheathed. The buckle of the belt also had that burning cross emblem. "I see, father. A human bitch." A young man who looks like the younger version of the man came up behind him, except the eyes didn't glint so maliciously, and the emblem only appears once, at the collar. "She's bleeding pretty bad too." "That is none of our concern. We'll have our fun with her once our mission's over." He said, grinning. The younger man didn't look to thrill. "Father, I don't think-" "Shut up, Kenugre." The father said with an animal growl. "You need all the practice you can for your own pack, once you become a lone one." "What if I don't become-" Kenugre began only to be cut off by his father again. His father grabbed the emblem on the younger one's collar and pulled him close till their noses are just a hairsbreadth away. "You will become a lone one, because you will never, never, defeat me. Understand, boy?" "Y-yes, Father." The father pushed him away, snarling at his son. He saw the woman move with the corner of his eye, and he turned to see her stirring. She's beginning to wake up. The father grinned, then he half crouched, and his fingernails lengthening into claws; his blunt square teeth began to sharpen into fangs. A sudden cry from behind distracted him, and he returned to his original state. Both he and Kenugre turned to find Milly and Knives on a rather miffed tomas. The older man's eyes widened as the pale orbs focused on Knives. "Milord!" he quickly got down onto one knee, bowing his head so his green braid fell forward. Kenugre stared at Knives, blinking. He looks as young as me! He yelped as his father reached up and yanked the younger ones vest down, forcing him to kneel as well. Thumps of the creature were heard as it came near. Kenugre stole a peek up. The tall brunette slid off the steed, and man sat still, staring at them with unreadable eyes. The woman walked cautiously around them, and then to the waking woman. He felt his father move beside him. "Leave her!" the father snarled, and jumped at the two women, the other now awake. "Stop!" cried Knives. Milly gasped as the man changed before their eyes and in midair. His face stretched and slender into a muzzle, his ears pointed and forced its way to the top of his head. His hands broadened into clawed paws, his thighs shortened, his shin shortened, his feet lengthen and broadened into large paws. His clothes shredded into gray fur with green stripes. The shreds at his rear twisted into a strong tail. Meryl, fully awake now, shoved Milly away. The large green wolf landed on Meryl, the claws digging deep into her flesh. The teeth flashed near her throat, but she moved, so they sunk into her shoulder. She screamed as blood gushed out, soaking the muzzle of the werewolf, the sleeping shirt of the woman, and turned black hair red. She stared up at the peaceful sky with wide eyes. This is her dream. But where's the wolf? She began to cry, seeing the end, the bloody end. But she's dying alone. Her body was numb with pain. She felt nothing except the fangs and claws deep in her flesh. Then her vision began to blur, and whiteness began creep up from the bottom. Her mind began to go blank, seeing only red. But it wasn't blood. It was Vash.
"MERYL!!!" Milly watched in horror as her small friend was caught in the jaws of the monster. She wanted to help. Throw her self onto the big terror. But her body wouldn't move. It was frozen in terror. She could do nothing. Nothing but cry. She was angry with herself, not being able to help. This was too much. Over her life, these past two days were the nightmare of her dreams. She didn't understand anything. The corner of her tearful eyes, she saw Knives running towards the werewolf. He was shouting. "I demand you to leave her alone! I comma-" he turned blue. In fact, his whole body was encased in ice. The Werewolf let go of Meryl's shoulder and lifted his blood-soaked muzzle. There, sitting upon a windy ostrich, is Monev the Gale. "Yes!" she began to giggle happily. "I got him! Chapel?" "What?" growled the wolf. Blinking his pale eyes at the girl. "Oh, that was you." She sneered as she hopped off the disappearing horse. "It seem that you had forgotten your mission." "I haven't!" snarled the wolf. He bounded from Meryl's gasping body towards the girl. "Go to your mommy before I have to wipe those white lips from your hue less face, girl!" "My mommy's dead, wolf. And so will you soon, if you keep up that attitude." "Don't you talk to my father like that!" Kenugre pulled out two handguns from his thigh straps and pointed them at Monev. "Uh-oh! Am I supposed to be scared? Oh, yes, I should! Eeeek!" she squealed with laughter. She held up a hand, where her sleek ice gun formed itself. "Shoot me, brat!" With a loud bark, he pulled both triggers. Bullets of green fire zoomed out towards Monev. The little girl, knowing the Green's fire power, shot at each fire bullet with two of her own ice bullets with practiced precision. Then she shot at Kenugre's head. Kenugre's senses the bullet, and quickly transformed into a young wolf, letting the bullet pass by overhead. He had the same gray fur, but the green stripes were a bit blurrier. The stripes then were engulfed with green flame, and then the gray fur caught on fire, spreading the flame all over his body. The young wolf dashed towards the girl, who wasn't expecting this, and lunged at her. Quickly, she tried encasing him with ice, but the winds just wailed in protest as the heat began to eat them. "Stop! Or I'll have Grey skin you!" She threatened as he came near. She felt the dreadful heat, and then it all disappeared as Chapel pounced at his son in midair, slamming his heavy clawed paws into Kenugre's young sides. "You damn idiot!" the larger wolf braked harshly into his son's pointed ears. "Never, EVER, strike one that is in favor of Captiness Grey! Do you know what she can do? NO!! You don't! And you'll never want to! So mind your own hide and learn from watching!" Chapel swung a paw at Kenugre's face, hitting him hard. The father turned away to face the girl. "Take His Majesty back, I have a few lessons to teach my son" he snarled and began towards Meryl now. Monev turned very red, and then turned away, shouting to the sky. "Hopperd! Down here!!" "RAAAAAAAAWK!!!" a squawk was replied. Clouds ran away, fearing to be slapped by the large wings of a giant eagle as it flew towards the ground. Sitting in its brown plumage is a man with scraggily brown hair, his legs hidden in the fluffy feathers. The eagle pulled back its wings, it's stout golden talons spread out for a landing. Tearing up the green grass, the huge avian took a while to skid to a stop. It lowered its magnificent head to the ground. "What took you?" Monev snapped at the man. Hopperd, the man, looked down at her with fierce golden eyes from the eagle's neck, smiling charmingly. Then a pair of heavily feathered wings unfolded from his bare back. Flapping them with grace, he stood, upon the legs of a bird. With his long feathered thighs, bare scaled shins, and huge talons, his bottom part could be mistaken for a feathered raptor. He walked down the head and beak of the eagle, using his wedge-shaped tail for balance. "Patience, little one, patience." He chimed her as he landed besides her. Hopperd raised a largely clawed talon in a leather gauntlet. "Rocs are quite stubborn birds." "All birds are stubborn, as far as I care." She pushed away the gauntleted foot. "Hurry up and do your job." "Yes, little princess." He smiled as she began to pout, send icy chills from her ears. He threw himself into the air spreading his wings to catch the wind, and flapped upwards. He then swooped down towards Monev. He grabbed hold of her arms and pumped his wings, carrying her away. He then faced the roc, squawking, and flew off to the northeast. The Roc nodded it's huge head, picked up the ice coffined man with two claws, tossed him up into the air, and caught it with the palm of the foot. It began to flap it's wings, and hopped on one foot and started to fly. The wind caused by roc tossed the werewolves and the women about. Meryl was being held by Kenugre, who knows what would happen if he didn't. The young man gritted his teeth in memory.
"You worthless ass! Look at what you did!" "F-father, I di-!" "Didn't know the damn elk has antlers?! You sissy! Letting our dinner escape, and also letting it break your arm! You're a disgrace!" "B-but father! Its hooves were as-!" "Shuttup!" the older man grabbed the boy's broken arm, and began to twist it even more. Kicking, punching, screaming, blood. Its hooves were as big as half of my head! That was all the boy wanted to say.
Milly cried as the raging winds became a sandstorm. She was alone. She didn't want to be. Meryl! Come back to me! Please! She wanted to scream, but something was stuck in her throat. She felt a nudge on her shoulder. She opened her sand crusted eyes, and saw the silhouette of her tomas. Her heart skipped a beat with joy. She hugged her Tomas's head, and, with difficulty, climbed onto it's back. She kept her head down, trusting the tomas as it cantered off into the sandy oblivion.
