TSR: The Maverick Threat--Chapter 3
Written by: Jesscheaux and Steven Kunz
Disclaimer: I did not invent, nor do I own, DB/Z/GT or any of the characters, except for the ones I created.
(Jesscheaux, Reyanne, etc.) and Steven owns his characters and all his super powers.
Author's Notes: Author's Note: Steven Here. Just to remind people, I am officially a Fan Author of a Megaman fan page
called "Bob and George." Since I am a Fan Author, I use Megaman-ish attacks, like that Chi/Buster Attack. Also, the evil
energy I was talking about was from Megaman 8.Unfortunately, the place where I write fanfictions, which is the Bob and
George forums, were recently deleted, and I couldn't save my fanfics due to an 500 error when I tried to access them.
And Jesscheaux here, thank you Steven for the info! Sorry to hear about what happened to your fics. Good thing you
remember them all! Also, Steve is about to become a fellow ff.net author...YAY!!!!! I hope you guys enjoy this part!
Happy reading!
********Steven Kunz******* = Steve's words
********Jesscheaux******** = Jesscheaux's words
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
*******Steven Kunz*******
Before the fight began, when I was getting myself in battle position, I thought to myself, (Boy, it's only been a day,
and I've already gotten into a fight. Then again, I've experienced worse than this.)
When we were ready, we got into position, and we were now staring at each other, analyzing the opponent's power.
Yamcha was the first to attack. He ran up to me, and as soon as he came close to punch me, he did. I countered by grabbing
his hand. He tried to free his arm, but before he even made a decent effort, I gave him a swift knee in the stomach, and
swung him around a few seconds, and threw him across the yard. He landed on his feet and smirked at me.
He ran up to me again, but this time, he disappeared as soon as I was going to counter again. I wondered what happened,
and I was expecting him to turn around and give him a good roundhouse kick to the side. I was also expecting him to appear
in front of me and I would give him a good punch in the gut. What I didn't expect was him appearing above me and giving me
a drop kick to the shoulder.
My shoulder wasn't in too much pain, but it was sore. Before I had a chance to massage it, he yelled, "WOLF FANG FIST!!!!"
He began to punch really fast at me, and all I can do was hope that I can dodge well enough. I did dodge most of them, while
suffering little pain. After about 50 or so fast punches, he pulled his arm back and threw another punch, which I grabbed
his wrist from below. I was preparing to give him another punch in the gut when he grabbed my wrist, and swung me to the
ground hard. He stepped back, and he waited for me to get up, which I did, although my back was hurting.
While I was getting up, he began initiating one of his favorite Ki attacks, the Mysterium Ball. It was an improvised spirit
bomb which was considerably weaker, but he was able to control it rather well. He held his arm up and formed a fist. He
concentrated his power into a blue energy sphere. Unfortunately, I took a long time getting up, and he concentrated more of
his power into the sphere. It was now half the size of the Spirit Bomb attack that Goku used against Frieza.
When I got up, I saw Yamcha raising the ball up as high as he can, and I saw it was pretty big. I thought, (Oh no! He's
going to use the Mysterium Ball! I better counter this now!) I began to summon a ball of energy, but I realized something:
I don't know how to make a ball of energy like the one Yamcha is using!
I had to think fast. I either run away, forfeit, or I try and shoot the blast with my buster gun, even though I knew it
wasn't strong enough. I was going to forfeit when I thought, (Hey! Why not enhance my buster shot with some of my Holy
Power?! That will change the gun shot into an improvised Ki blast!)
Since my buster was pretty big, I let my hand go into my buster gun, and I grabbed a handle that was in the middle. I
moved the handle forward, and out came my the barrel of my buster gun. I pressed the switch on the top of the handle and
held it down. I charged my buster gun to full power in a matter of seconds. I began concentrating my own power toward my
gun, and it started glowing with a white light.
As his Mysterium Ball grew in power, so did my buster shot. We were ready to release our attacks. He swung his Mysterium
Ball at me, and I released my shot. The ball slowly came down to Earth, and a huge energy beam, similar to the Kamehameha,
but with a white color instead of blue, came out of my buster!
The two Ki attacks collided with each other, and we were struggling to keep these attacks stable and not disappear. We
streched our entire bodies to our limits, keeping theses attacks stable, and we kept bringing more power to these attacks.
Soon, my Ki blast went through the huge energy ball, and they both exploded in a huge cloud of dust. I covered my eyes to
protect it from the dust.
After the dust settled, I moved my arms away, and I felt something grab my foot. It was Yamcha, preparing me to swing me
to the ground, but I had managed to free myself by kneeing him in the shoulder. We both jumped back, and I thought,
(Whew, he and I are equally matched. If one of us don't defeat each other soon, this will become an endless stalemate.)
I decided to transform into my Angel Form. I prayed really hard to get my wings out. As Yamcha got ready, he saw me praying.
He thought, (What is he doing now?) He then saw my Angel Wings come up, and he thought, (What the?! How can he do that?!
He's just a human!)
My body was in really bad pain, and it really hurt to bring my wings out this time. From the stress caused by trying to
keep that last blast stable, my body had suffered tremendously. It really was aching all over. I even felt myself going
into unconsciousness at times, but I kept awake by thinking, (This is my first fight against a real Z fighter! I've
got to stay awake!)
I had managed to change into my Angel Form once again. Yamcha wasn't afraid, and he proved this by running up again and
trying to punch me, but I blocked that easily by simply rasing my arm.
He stepped back, and he yelled, "WOLF FANG FIST!" He began punching really fast this time, but I was ready for him. I
blocked every hit, and this time, I grabbed his wrist again, and I swung him at the ground harder than before. It knocked
the breath out of him. Now he was trying to get up, but it seems that he was hurt pretty bad. He tried to stay up, but he
couldn't and he lied on the floor of the yard.
I had won.
Reyanne ran up to him, yelling his name, when I held my hand out in front of her and said, "Wait." She wondered what I was
going to do. I went to Yamcha. I put my hands in a praying position first, then I held my hands above Yamcha's chest and
stomach. From my hands came two white spheres of holy energy. I streched my arms apart from each other, and the two spheres
of energy eventually formed into one big sphere. After that, it stretched into an oval shape. I then stretched my fingers,
and the oval shaped energy broke apart into even smaller spheres of energy which went into Yamcha.
He coughed, and Reyanne ran up to him, pushing me aside, and hugged Yamcha. She said, "Yamcha, are you ok?" Reyanne helped
him up and he said, "Yeah, I'm okay." He hugged her back and then he turned to me. He said, "Steven, how were you able to
change into an angel, and how were you able to heal me?!"
I looked at Reyanne and Yamcha and said, "A long time ago, I was infected with evil energy, which caused me to be totally
evil. Eventually, I managed to suppress this evil energy and control it. Also, I encountered a small robot who managed to
create ice and use it to destroy. I was caught in a huge ice block. During the time I was caught, I took the time to engage
in a period of reflection. I managed to find myself in a state of peace, and I broke out of the ice block in my Angel Form,
and the powers to heal were given to me when I was able to change into an angel."
They stared at me as the wind blowed through their hair and clothes. As I was healing myself in the same way I healed
Yamcha, Reyanne thought, (Jeez, is there any thing more we need to know about this guy?)
*********Jesscheaux*********
I was quite impressed with Steve after he finished and won his battle with Yamcha. Who knew his power was that great?
Well, he still couldn't beat me in a fight! (Maybe we should train together) I thought.
Reyanne was still crouching down next to Yamcha and she suddenly slapped him.
"YEOWCH!" Yamcha cried and held his cheek which was now getting a bruise, "What was that for, Reyanne?"
Reyanne snorted, "That was for being an idiot! You had me worried sick out there!"
"But Reyanne, we spar all the time! So, I couldn't beat him.....big deal."
"It IS a big deal, Yamcha! You could've been killed! The second he overpowered you, you should've backed down. I just
don't understand you!"
"Don't you get it? In a real fight for the earth, I CAN'T back down! I'd have to give in! It would be better to die
for a noble cause than to chicken out and be a laughing stock!"
"This is different! This guy is not an enemy! You were just sparring for crying out loud! And he even had to HEAL you
at the end your damage was so bad!"
"You're making an ordeal out of nothing! I'm fine!"
"No it's not nothing! You're so stubborn Yamcha! I can't talk to you anymore until you admit you're wrong."
"That's kind've selfish don't you think?"
"..........." she was officially giving him the silent treatment.
Yamcha went up to her and put a hand on her shoulder "Sweetheart? Come on......." he said. But she just kept on
ignoring him.
Steven was getting a bit uncomfortable and he knudged me in the side and I leaned over and he whispered to me:
"We should go, Jess."
"You're right," I whispered back, "We have to let them deal with their problems. I'll got get Piccolo---" I stopped
short because I remebered that I wasn't talking to him and I felt a pang in my heart. (I hate it that we're fighting,
but I'm not going to apologize, he should)
I went up to Reyanne then and told her "Hey, Steve and I are leaving, but I can't go talk to Piccolo because we're
mad at each other. Could you tell him that we left? I guess he'll probably want to stay here for awhile since he's
meditating." (I wonder if he'll even care) I thought.
"Sure, whatever." Reyanne said with a sniff and turned her back to us. She was really upset by all this and I wished
I could help her, but who was I to offer advice when I was going through the same thing?
I was about to leave but turned around again and asked her "Reyanne? Are you going to be ok here?"
She sniffed a little and turned back around "No.....*sniff*"
"Oh Reyanne, I'm sorry. Listen, why don't you come stay with me until this blows over. I'm going to be lonely too,
since me and Piccolo are fighting. We'll have some 'sister' time ok?"
She smiled slightly and said: "That sounds great, would you please tell Yamcha for me?"
I nodded, "Ok, be right back." I went up to Yamcha who was staring forlornly out the window and told him:
"Hey, Reyanne is going to stay with me for a few days. Don't worry, she'll be fine. And can Piccolo stay here
with you?"
Yamcha looked at me for a second and sighed, "Sure Jesscheaux, I could use the company. I hope this is over soon."
"Thanks.....I owe ya one." I told him and then gave him a small hug. I dearly loved Yamcha like my own brother.
On the way back I asked if Steve would go on and fly ahead while Reyanne and I had a talk. He agreed and flew ahead
of us, hoping that everything would be ok. (Geez, glad I'm not married.) he thought to himself.
Steve flew ahead of us and Reyanne and I began talking about our problems:
"Reyanne, what happened?" I began, "I mean I saw the fight, but you and Yamcha are never like this! You always act like
you're still newlyweds."
She shook her head, "Yamcha doesn't know when to stop sometimes.....he just got me so worried. I'll be fine,
Jesscheaux. Now, tell me what happened with you and Piccolo."
I sighed deeply, feeling another pang in my heart at the mention of my beloved's name, "I hate to say this, but Piccolo
is jealous. And he told me he's been jealous for quite awhile. Ever since Steven came, he's been so possessive of me,
insisting on carrying me whenever we travel and what not. I can't believe he would ever doubt my love for him!"
"I know what you mean, Jesscheaux. But maybe this is good for us to be together right now and away from our mates.
Maybe we spend to much time with them and not enough with others?"
"Yeah, we probably do. But I love spending time with my Piccolo! Well, right now, it's sister time!"
Reyanne grinned and we linked arms and flew back to the lookout. We flew directly over Steven's head and a whoosh of
wind whipped his hair around. He looked up and saw the sisters and was glad they were feeling better.
* * *
Piccolo was still meditating outside under the tree in Yamcha's yard and he noticed Jesscheaux's ki get farther away.
(Feh. Guess she left on me. Females......)
Yamcha was walking outside just then and looking at the sun, which was about to set. He sighed heavily and Piccolo
opened one eye to take a peek at him.
Yamcha sighed again, and much to Piccolo's dismay, AGAIN. The namek twitched, disturbed, and couldn't get back
into his meditating. He spoke suddenly, "Yamcha, are you ok?"
The scar-faced warrior turned to his brother-in-law with a sad grin on his face. "Yeah, Piccolo, I'll be allright,
thanks for asking."
"Uh, you're welcome, I guess. So, why is Reyanne mad at you?"
"Because I didn't back down from a fight. Can you believe that?! I thought a woman would want her husband to be
strong and stand up against an enemy no matter what the odds."
"Steve's not exactly the enemy, Yamcha."
"Yeah, that's what she said too." Yamcha bit his lip. "Well, why is Jesscheaux mad at you?"
"Hmmm......actually I'm probably more mad at her than she is at me."
"Oh?"
"I'm afraid that......." he couldn't finish his sentence.
"What is it Piccolo? You can tell me!"
"Yamcha......" Piccolo began and there was a long pause. "I'm......jealous."
"JEALOUS?! YOU?!"
"Yeah, that's what I said too. But I can't help it. I don't want any other males near her. Steve has really
kind've disturbed our life. And he's not a threat but somehow, this is just tearing me apart.........."
"I'm sorry, dude." Yamcha said and walked up to the Namek and put a hand on his shoulder.
Piccolo recoiled to his touch. "It's ok.....don't worry about me, worry about yourself, kid."
"You do know that I'm older than you, don't you?"
"Yeah, so?"
"You just called me a kid!"
Piccolo rolled his eyes. "Old habits die hard, that's what I always called Gohan. Hmmph, I miss the kid. I mean,
I saw him the other day, but everybody was there so it wasn't the same."
"Then why don't we go see them then? What do ya say? We could visit Gohan and Goku and Chi-chi!"
Piccolo frowned when he mentioned Chi-chi, "Er....that maniacal woman? She hates my green guts, always chasing
me with a frying pan. And that driver's license incident.....I still have bad dreams about it."
Yamcha's face lit up with a smile then, "Do you realize what we're doing, Piccolo?"
".............." was the answer.
"We're actually talking to each other! Amazing, we never do this! I'm glad you're my brother-in-law and that we
can get to know each other better."
Again there was a "..........." followed by: "Yeah, I guess so, Yamcha. Well, if you're up to a trip to see the
Son's, then so am I."
"GREAT!" Yamcha exclaimed.
Piccolo rolled his eyes again (I swear, this guy is too happy) he thought.
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Alright then! I sure hope you guys are enjoying this fic and remember, it's a prequel to TSR Part 2: The Namektronian
Saga; which is now almost complete! Keep reading and don't forget to review!
*announcer voice* Yamcha and Piccolo are off to see the Son's! Will Chi-chi destroy Piccolo with a frying pan?
And what will the girls be doing back at the lookout with the boys gone. Poor Dende..........
Find out next time on: TSR: The Maverick Threat!
Written by: Jesscheaux and Steven Kunz
Disclaimer: I did not invent, nor do I own, DB/Z/GT or any of the characters, except for the ones I created.
(Jesscheaux, Reyanne, etc.) and Steven owns his characters and all his super powers.
Author's Notes: Author's Note: Steven Here. Just to remind people, I am officially a Fan Author of a Megaman fan page
called "Bob and George." Since I am a Fan Author, I use Megaman-ish attacks, like that Chi/Buster Attack. Also, the evil
energy I was talking about was from Megaman 8.Unfortunately, the place where I write fanfictions, which is the Bob and
George forums, were recently deleted, and I couldn't save my fanfics due to an 500 error when I tried to access them.
And Jesscheaux here, thank you Steven for the info! Sorry to hear about what happened to your fics. Good thing you
remember them all! Also, Steve is about to become a fellow ff.net author...YAY!!!!! I hope you guys enjoy this part!
Happy reading!
********Steven Kunz******* = Steve's words
********Jesscheaux******** = Jesscheaux's words
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
*******Steven Kunz*******
Before the fight began, when I was getting myself in battle position, I thought to myself, (Boy, it's only been a day,
and I've already gotten into a fight. Then again, I've experienced worse than this.)
When we were ready, we got into position, and we were now staring at each other, analyzing the opponent's power.
Yamcha was the first to attack. He ran up to me, and as soon as he came close to punch me, he did. I countered by grabbing
his hand. He tried to free his arm, but before he even made a decent effort, I gave him a swift knee in the stomach, and
swung him around a few seconds, and threw him across the yard. He landed on his feet and smirked at me.
He ran up to me again, but this time, he disappeared as soon as I was going to counter again. I wondered what happened,
and I was expecting him to turn around and give him a good roundhouse kick to the side. I was also expecting him to appear
in front of me and I would give him a good punch in the gut. What I didn't expect was him appearing above me and giving me
a drop kick to the shoulder.
My shoulder wasn't in too much pain, but it was sore. Before I had a chance to massage it, he yelled, "WOLF FANG FIST!!!!"
He began to punch really fast at me, and all I can do was hope that I can dodge well enough. I did dodge most of them, while
suffering little pain. After about 50 or so fast punches, he pulled his arm back and threw another punch, which I grabbed
his wrist from below. I was preparing to give him another punch in the gut when he grabbed my wrist, and swung me to the
ground hard. He stepped back, and he waited for me to get up, which I did, although my back was hurting.
While I was getting up, he began initiating one of his favorite Ki attacks, the Mysterium Ball. It was an improvised spirit
bomb which was considerably weaker, but he was able to control it rather well. He held his arm up and formed a fist. He
concentrated his power into a blue energy sphere. Unfortunately, I took a long time getting up, and he concentrated more of
his power into the sphere. It was now half the size of the Spirit Bomb attack that Goku used against Frieza.
When I got up, I saw Yamcha raising the ball up as high as he can, and I saw it was pretty big. I thought, (Oh no! He's
going to use the Mysterium Ball! I better counter this now!) I began to summon a ball of energy, but I realized something:
I don't know how to make a ball of energy like the one Yamcha is using!
I had to think fast. I either run away, forfeit, or I try and shoot the blast with my buster gun, even though I knew it
wasn't strong enough. I was going to forfeit when I thought, (Hey! Why not enhance my buster shot with some of my Holy
Power?! That will change the gun shot into an improvised Ki blast!)
Since my buster was pretty big, I let my hand go into my buster gun, and I grabbed a handle that was in the middle. I
moved the handle forward, and out came my the barrel of my buster gun. I pressed the switch on the top of the handle and
held it down. I charged my buster gun to full power in a matter of seconds. I began concentrating my own power toward my
gun, and it started glowing with a white light.
As his Mysterium Ball grew in power, so did my buster shot. We were ready to release our attacks. He swung his Mysterium
Ball at me, and I released my shot. The ball slowly came down to Earth, and a huge energy beam, similar to the Kamehameha,
but with a white color instead of blue, came out of my buster!
The two Ki attacks collided with each other, and we were struggling to keep these attacks stable and not disappear. We
streched our entire bodies to our limits, keeping theses attacks stable, and we kept bringing more power to these attacks.
Soon, my Ki blast went through the huge energy ball, and they both exploded in a huge cloud of dust. I covered my eyes to
protect it from the dust.
After the dust settled, I moved my arms away, and I felt something grab my foot. It was Yamcha, preparing me to swing me
to the ground, but I had managed to free myself by kneeing him in the shoulder. We both jumped back, and I thought,
(Whew, he and I are equally matched. If one of us don't defeat each other soon, this will become an endless stalemate.)
I decided to transform into my Angel Form. I prayed really hard to get my wings out. As Yamcha got ready, he saw me praying.
He thought, (What is he doing now?) He then saw my Angel Wings come up, and he thought, (What the?! How can he do that?!
He's just a human!)
My body was in really bad pain, and it really hurt to bring my wings out this time. From the stress caused by trying to
keep that last blast stable, my body had suffered tremendously. It really was aching all over. I even felt myself going
into unconsciousness at times, but I kept awake by thinking, (This is my first fight against a real Z fighter! I've
got to stay awake!)
I had managed to change into my Angel Form once again. Yamcha wasn't afraid, and he proved this by running up again and
trying to punch me, but I blocked that easily by simply rasing my arm.
He stepped back, and he yelled, "WOLF FANG FIST!" He began punching really fast this time, but I was ready for him. I
blocked every hit, and this time, I grabbed his wrist again, and I swung him at the ground harder than before. It knocked
the breath out of him. Now he was trying to get up, but it seems that he was hurt pretty bad. He tried to stay up, but he
couldn't and he lied on the floor of the yard.
I had won.
Reyanne ran up to him, yelling his name, when I held my hand out in front of her and said, "Wait." She wondered what I was
going to do. I went to Yamcha. I put my hands in a praying position first, then I held my hands above Yamcha's chest and
stomach. From my hands came two white spheres of holy energy. I streched my arms apart from each other, and the two spheres
of energy eventually formed into one big sphere. After that, it stretched into an oval shape. I then stretched my fingers,
and the oval shaped energy broke apart into even smaller spheres of energy which went into Yamcha.
He coughed, and Reyanne ran up to him, pushing me aside, and hugged Yamcha. She said, "Yamcha, are you ok?" Reyanne helped
him up and he said, "Yeah, I'm okay." He hugged her back and then he turned to me. He said, "Steven, how were you able to
change into an angel, and how were you able to heal me?!"
I looked at Reyanne and Yamcha and said, "A long time ago, I was infected with evil energy, which caused me to be totally
evil. Eventually, I managed to suppress this evil energy and control it. Also, I encountered a small robot who managed to
create ice and use it to destroy. I was caught in a huge ice block. During the time I was caught, I took the time to engage
in a period of reflection. I managed to find myself in a state of peace, and I broke out of the ice block in my Angel Form,
and the powers to heal were given to me when I was able to change into an angel."
They stared at me as the wind blowed through their hair and clothes. As I was healing myself in the same way I healed
Yamcha, Reyanne thought, (Jeez, is there any thing more we need to know about this guy?)
*********Jesscheaux*********
I was quite impressed with Steve after he finished and won his battle with Yamcha. Who knew his power was that great?
Well, he still couldn't beat me in a fight! (Maybe we should train together) I thought.
Reyanne was still crouching down next to Yamcha and she suddenly slapped him.
"YEOWCH!" Yamcha cried and held his cheek which was now getting a bruise, "What was that for, Reyanne?"
Reyanne snorted, "That was for being an idiot! You had me worried sick out there!"
"But Reyanne, we spar all the time! So, I couldn't beat him.....big deal."
"It IS a big deal, Yamcha! You could've been killed! The second he overpowered you, you should've backed down. I just
don't understand you!"
"Don't you get it? In a real fight for the earth, I CAN'T back down! I'd have to give in! It would be better to die
for a noble cause than to chicken out and be a laughing stock!"
"This is different! This guy is not an enemy! You were just sparring for crying out loud! And he even had to HEAL you
at the end your damage was so bad!"
"You're making an ordeal out of nothing! I'm fine!"
"No it's not nothing! You're so stubborn Yamcha! I can't talk to you anymore until you admit you're wrong."
"That's kind've selfish don't you think?"
"..........." she was officially giving him the silent treatment.
Yamcha went up to her and put a hand on her shoulder "Sweetheart? Come on......." he said. But she just kept on
ignoring him.
Steven was getting a bit uncomfortable and he knudged me in the side and I leaned over and he whispered to me:
"We should go, Jess."
"You're right," I whispered back, "We have to let them deal with their problems. I'll got get Piccolo---" I stopped
short because I remebered that I wasn't talking to him and I felt a pang in my heart. (I hate it that we're fighting,
but I'm not going to apologize, he should)
I went up to Reyanne then and told her "Hey, Steve and I are leaving, but I can't go talk to Piccolo because we're
mad at each other. Could you tell him that we left? I guess he'll probably want to stay here for awhile since he's
meditating." (I wonder if he'll even care) I thought.
"Sure, whatever." Reyanne said with a sniff and turned her back to us. She was really upset by all this and I wished
I could help her, but who was I to offer advice when I was going through the same thing?
I was about to leave but turned around again and asked her "Reyanne? Are you going to be ok here?"
She sniffed a little and turned back around "No.....*sniff*"
"Oh Reyanne, I'm sorry. Listen, why don't you come stay with me until this blows over. I'm going to be lonely too,
since me and Piccolo are fighting. We'll have some 'sister' time ok?"
She smiled slightly and said: "That sounds great, would you please tell Yamcha for me?"
I nodded, "Ok, be right back." I went up to Yamcha who was staring forlornly out the window and told him:
"Hey, Reyanne is going to stay with me for a few days. Don't worry, she'll be fine. And can Piccolo stay here
with you?"
Yamcha looked at me for a second and sighed, "Sure Jesscheaux, I could use the company. I hope this is over soon."
"Thanks.....I owe ya one." I told him and then gave him a small hug. I dearly loved Yamcha like my own brother.
On the way back I asked if Steve would go on and fly ahead while Reyanne and I had a talk. He agreed and flew ahead
of us, hoping that everything would be ok. (Geez, glad I'm not married.) he thought to himself.
Steve flew ahead of us and Reyanne and I began talking about our problems:
"Reyanne, what happened?" I began, "I mean I saw the fight, but you and Yamcha are never like this! You always act like
you're still newlyweds."
She shook her head, "Yamcha doesn't know when to stop sometimes.....he just got me so worried. I'll be fine,
Jesscheaux. Now, tell me what happened with you and Piccolo."
I sighed deeply, feeling another pang in my heart at the mention of my beloved's name, "I hate to say this, but Piccolo
is jealous. And he told me he's been jealous for quite awhile. Ever since Steven came, he's been so possessive of me,
insisting on carrying me whenever we travel and what not. I can't believe he would ever doubt my love for him!"
"I know what you mean, Jesscheaux. But maybe this is good for us to be together right now and away from our mates.
Maybe we spend to much time with them and not enough with others?"
"Yeah, we probably do. But I love spending time with my Piccolo! Well, right now, it's sister time!"
Reyanne grinned and we linked arms and flew back to the lookout. We flew directly over Steven's head and a whoosh of
wind whipped his hair around. He looked up and saw the sisters and was glad they were feeling better.
* * *
Piccolo was still meditating outside under the tree in Yamcha's yard and he noticed Jesscheaux's ki get farther away.
(Feh. Guess she left on me. Females......)
Yamcha was walking outside just then and looking at the sun, which was about to set. He sighed heavily and Piccolo
opened one eye to take a peek at him.
Yamcha sighed again, and much to Piccolo's dismay, AGAIN. The namek twitched, disturbed, and couldn't get back
into his meditating. He spoke suddenly, "Yamcha, are you ok?"
The scar-faced warrior turned to his brother-in-law with a sad grin on his face. "Yeah, Piccolo, I'll be allright,
thanks for asking."
"Uh, you're welcome, I guess. So, why is Reyanne mad at you?"
"Because I didn't back down from a fight. Can you believe that?! I thought a woman would want her husband to be
strong and stand up against an enemy no matter what the odds."
"Steve's not exactly the enemy, Yamcha."
"Yeah, that's what she said too." Yamcha bit his lip. "Well, why is Jesscheaux mad at you?"
"Hmmm......actually I'm probably more mad at her than she is at me."
"Oh?"
"I'm afraid that......." he couldn't finish his sentence.
"What is it Piccolo? You can tell me!"
"Yamcha......" Piccolo began and there was a long pause. "I'm......jealous."
"JEALOUS?! YOU?!"
"Yeah, that's what I said too. But I can't help it. I don't want any other males near her. Steve has really
kind've disturbed our life. And he's not a threat but somehow, this is just tearing me apart.........."
"I'm sorry, dude." Yamcha said and walked up to the Namek and put a hand on his shoulder.
Piccolo recoiled to his touch. "It's ok.....don't worry about me, worry about yourself, kid."
"You do know that I'm older than you, don't you?"
"Yeah, so?"
"You just called me a kid!"
Piccolo rolled his eyes. "Old habits die hard, that's what I always called Gohan. Hmmph, I miss the kid. I mean,
I saw him the other day, but everybody was there so it wasn't the same."
"Then why don't we go see them then? What do ya say? We could visit Gohan and Goku and Chi-chi!"
Piccolo frowned when he mentioned Chi-chi, "Er....that maniacal woman? She hates my green guts, always chasing
me with a frying pan. And that driver's license incident.....I still have bad dreams about it."
Yamcha's face lit up with a smile then, "Do you realize what we're doing, Piccolo?"
".............." was the answer.
"We're actually talking to each other! Amazing, we never do this! I'm glad you're my brother-in-law and that we
can get to know each other better."
Again there was a "..........." followed by: "Yeah, I guess so, Yamcha. Well, if you're up to a trip to see the
Son's, then so am I."
"GREAT!" Yamcha exclaimed.
Piccolo rolled his eyes again (I swear, this guy is too happy) he thought.
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Alright then! I sure hope you guys are enjoying this fic and remember, it's a prequel to TSR Part 2: The Namektronian
Saga; which is now almost complete! Keep reading and don't forget to review!
*announcer voice* Yamcha and Piccolo are off to see the Son's! Will Chi-chi destroy Piccolo with a frying pan?
And what will the girls be doing back at the lookout with the boys gone. Poor Dende..........
Find out next time on: TSR: The Maverick Threat!