A/N: Yo minna! Hello, hi, how are you? Now, I just want to tell all a y'all, that I really wasn't planning on writing another chapter for this fic. I had planned on it at first, then changed my mind, and now I'm changing it again. All thanks to one little flame. I recieved a VERY intresting flame, from someone by the name of 'Yamcha', who was too afraid of me to leave his real email address. Don't get me wrong, I loved every bit of it, and I just have one thing to say to you 'Yamcha'. I love you too.
Hope you all enjoy. Short, like the other, but it has nothing to do with it. It's completely different, and nothing that happens here is related to what happened in chapter one. Well, okay, maybe a little... Enjoy minna, and Arigato!
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One fine and dandy afternoon Yamucha was walking along and whistling to the tune of some cat-food commercial, because everyone yelled at him when he sang it. Anywho, he went strolling past the park and was just about to turn into another street when suddenly...
A hovercar doing 110 in a 45 mph zone jumped the curb and hit Yamucha head on. Ouch.
Yamucha's filthy body(bathing once every two weeks'll do that to ya) went flying through the air and slammed into a conveniently placed radio tower. As he fell to the ground, several bystanders gave him a dirty look for cracking the side of the building. A little girl carrying a SuperSaiyan doll(we all know that the humans have alien merchandise. It's a conspiracy I tell you!) ran up to him, and he smiled at the child(rhyme, hehe). The little girl, who was previously trying to help the idiot, was scared away, and whacked him with her doll before running back to her parents.
Half an hour later, Yamucha was able to get himself off the ground, and began to walk home. As he was passing the butcher shop however, a meat cleaver came flying out of the open door and sliced off a good chunk of his hair. Yamucha, who for some reason always prided himself on his 'immaculate' hair(the bugs were only there to eat the dandruff. That's how he kept it so shiny and flake-free! -.-), shrieked like a banshee and proceeded to run in a circle in the middle of the street, and chant "My hair! My hair!" until the neighborhood Samaritan whipped out a bazooka and shot him into the sky.
Yamucha went soaring through the air for quite a while until finally landing in a dumpster located somewhere in Ghettoville, Japan. Ew. He's dirtying up the trash.
After climbing out, he went along on his not-so-merry way trying to comprehend why all these horrible things were happening to him. Before long, the bakayaro came across a small bunch of people. He stupidly failed to notice that they all wore black face masks and one held a weapon that looked suspiciously like a gloch. Good one Yamucha.
"Hey DUDES!" He called to the semi-psycho muggers. "I'm lost. Can you HOMIES help me out?" Ahh. 'Homies.' It's so painful...
The group turned towards Yamucha, temporarily forgetting that hey had a bank to rob. Hmm, guess they're not so smart, eh? Cops cops cops on the way...
"Who the hell are you? Can't you see we're busy? Get lost dumbass!" The leader, apparently, called back to Yamucha. He turned his machine gun on him and let loose a round of bullets. Yamucha was fortunately(or unfortunately) smart enough to realize he was about to die, so he dove behind a car. Unfortunately, again, a few of the bullets, and one VERY large shot from the gloch hit the gas-tank and the car blew sky-high. Yamucha of course, took the full brunt of the blast. The gang, figuring that he was dead, resumed robbing the Japanese National Banking Department of Ghettoville, but were apprehended by the suits four minutes later.
Yamucha was left to pull himself out of the wreckage an hour later. He limped home, stupidly forgetting that he knew how to fly, or could catch a bus. Idiot.
And so, 17 hours passed, and he managed to drag his sorry ass back to what he calls a home in West City. Actually, it was half an apartment. Puar went a little overboard with explosives the last time she'd tried to kill him off. Poor Puar. The bastard just doesn't die, now does he?
Tossing off his shirt(ewww) and plopping himself down on the moldy and broken sofa, he tried to ignore everything that had happened that day. He decided he was hungry and walked over to the kitchen, noticing it had begun to rain. And with that, his T.V. was immediately struck by lightning. His house(or what was left of it) immiediatly caught fire. Yamucha was just about to run out the door and escape the fire, but his stomach growled, and he decided to eat first. He fixed himself a sandwich and sat down at the cracked kitchen table.
30 seconds later the neighborhood had the pleasure of witnessing a flaming moron run down the street half-naked and screeching loud enough to shatter the sound barrier. The aforementioned moron ran all the way to the fire department, forgetting those three important words: Stop. Drop. Roll. He then grabbed a firehose and, aiming at himself, turned it on. Jackass.
The water pressure from the hose put him out, but also sent him flying into a fire truck. The firemen who were nearby watched, quite amusedly, as he was imbedded in the side of their truck. Eventually growing tired of this, one walked over and shut off the hose. Then they all left to go have some lunch. Yamucha was once again left to help himself, and managed to pry himself out of the truck, with great difficulty of course. He managed to snag his 2 dollar watch on some jagged edges at LEAST 3 times. And his shoelaces a couple times too.
He sat himself down on the ground and proceeded to stare at his broken shoelaces for several hours, moping. Finally another fireman came along, dragged him over to the trash, and tossed him in. Later, the garbage truck came along, the driver of the truck grabbed the trashcan Yamucha was in, and into the back he went. Quite some time later, Yamucha realized he was in a dumptruck, and formed a brilliant plan of escape. As soon as the garbage man reached his next stop, and did his business, our favorite shmuck quickly jumped into the newly emptied dumpster and waited for the truck to drive away. It was then he discovered that he was in the same dumpster he'd landed in earlier that day. Small world, huh?
Figuring that, since he was in the neighborhood and all, Yamucha would take a walk down to the County Jail to visit his friends, the semi-psycho muggers from earlier that day. They were VERY happy to see him...
END
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So? What'dya think? Like, don't like, have very strong feelings for, love, despise? Tell me all about it! Please leave a review. Flames are welcomed as well. I eat 'em up. Now, thanks to those who did review. Even you flamers! ^-^
Gracias:
Saiyan(Aww, thanks! I'm sure you could find time to relax and write. Good luck! ^-^), Maria S.(OOCness? Not an issue. It's a parody after all. ^-^ Heh, cool!), ~D*Tamer~*~Ruki*Chan~(Thanks so much for yor flame! I really don't have anything better to do, you know!), Rae George(*sniffles* Your proud? Aww! Thankies! ^-^ I tried! I do have much to learn, but I think this is a nice start... don't you?), BippityBoppityBulma(Hope you didn't take it too personally. It's just a parody after all. ^-^ I like Spain. The bulls! They run! Ahh!!), the faceless pirate(Sadly, this is true! ^-^ Review are always fun to read!), springwarrior(Ahh, someone who understands the concept of a parody! ^-^ Thank you my friend! I may do other people in the future, so Kuririn is definately an option!), sir_black(That's cool. ^.^ I may do her in the future as well.), Sakura no Tenshii(I like them too, but we always hurt the ones we love! I certainly will, and thank you!), and finally, my dear dear friend, 'Yamcha'(Thank you for that wonderful little tid-bit. I love you too darling.)
Whew! That's all of you. Hope y'all like this chapter... or hate... as much as the first. I might not be updating much from now on... or less then I already do...u.u, school's starting in a couple days. I'm sure many of you can sympathize! I'm in a couple honors classes, which I HATE because no one I know is in them. I'll be alone! u.u Blaah. Oh well. Talk to you all soon minna!
Sayonara Minna-San!
T-Sama~
Hope you all enjoy. Short, like the other, but it has nothing to do with it. It's completely different, and nothing that happens here is related to what happened in chapter one. Well, okay, maybe a little... Enjoy minna, and Arigato!
***
One fine and dandy afternoon Yamucha was walking along and whistling to the tune of some cat-food commercial, because everyone yelled at him when he sang it. Anywho, he went strolling past the park and was just about to turn into another street when suddenly...
A hovercar doing 110 in a 45 mph zone jumped the curb and hit Yamucha head on. Ouch.
Yamucha's filthy body(bathing once every two weeks'll do that to ya) went flying through the air and slammed into a conveniently placed radio tower. As he fell to the ground, several bystanders gave him a dirty look for cracking the side of the building. A little girl carrying a SuperSaiyan doll(we all know that the humans have alien merchandise. It's a conspiracy I tell you!) ran up to him, and he smiled at the child(rhyme, hehe). The little girl, who was previously trying to help the idiot, was scared away, and whacked him with her doll before running back to her parents.
Half an hour later, Yamucha was able to get himself off the ground, and began to walk home. As he was passing the butcher shop however, a meat cleaver came flying out of the open door and sliced off a good chunk of his hair. Yamucha, who for some reason always prided himself on his 'immaculate' hair(the bugs were only there to eat the dandruff. That's how he kept it so shiny and flake-free! -.-), shrieked like a banshee and proceeded to run in a circle in the middle of the street, and chant "My hair! My hair!" until the neighborhood Samaritan whipped out a bazooka and shot him into the sky.
Yamucha went soaring through the air for quite a while until finally landing in a dumpster located somewhere in Ghettoville, Japan. Ew. He's dirtying up the trash.
After climbing out, he went along on his not-so-merry way trying to comprehend why all these horrible things were happening to him. Before long, the bakayaro came across a small bunch of people. He stupidly failed to notice that they all wore black face masks and one held a weapon that looked suspiciously like a gloch. Good one Yamucha.
"Hey DUDES!" He called to the semi-psycho muggers. "I'm lost. Can you HOMIES help me out?" Ahh. 'Homies.' It's so painful...
The group turned towards Yamucha, temporarily forgetting that hey had a bank to rob. Hmm, guess they're not so smart, eh? Cops cops cops on the way...
"Who the hell are you? Can't you see we're busy? Get lost dumbass!" The leader, apparently, called back to Yamucha. He turned his machine gun on him and let loose a round of bullets. Yamucha was fortunately(or unfortunately) smart enough to realize he was about to die, so he dove behind a car. Unfortunately, again, a few of the bullets, and one VERY large shot from the gloch hit the gas-tank and the car blew sky-high. Yamucha of course, took the full brunt of the blast. The gang, figuring that he was dead, resumed robbing the Japanese National Banking Department of Ghettoville, but were apprehended by the suits four minutes later.
Yamucha was left to pull himself out of the wreckage an hour later. He limped home, stupidly forgetting that he knew how to fly, or could catch a bus. Idiot.
And so, 17 hours passed, and he managed to drag his sorry ass back to what he calls a home in West City. Actually, it was half an apartment. Puar went a little overboard with explosives the last time she'd tried to kill him off. Poor Puar. The bastard just doesn't die, now does he?
Tossing off his shirt(ewww) and plopping himself down on the moldy and broken sofa, he tried to ignore everything that had happened that day. He decided he was hungry and walked over to the kitchen, noticing it had begun to rain. And with that, his T.V. was immediately struck by lightning. His house(or what was left of it) immiediatly caught fire. Yamucha was just about to run out the door and escape the fire, but his stomach growled, and he decided to eat first. He fixed himself a sandwich and sat down at the cracked kitchen table.
30 seconds later the neighborhood had the pleasure of witnessing a flaming moron run down the street half-naked and screeching loud enough to shatter the sound barrier. The aforementioned moron ran all the way to the fire department, forgetting those three important words: Stop. Drop. Roll. He then grabbed a firehose and, aiming at himself, turned it on. Jackass.
The water pressure from the hose put him out, but also sent him flying into a fire truck. The firemen who were nearby watched, quite amusedly, as he was imbedded in the side of their truck. Eventually growing tired of this, one walked over and shut off the hose. Then they all left to go have some lunch. Yamucha was once again left to help himself, and managed to pry himself out of the truck, with great difficulty of course. He managed to snag his 2 dollar watch on some jagged edges at LEAST 3 times. And his shoelaces a couple times too.
He sat himself down on the ground and proceeded to stare at his broken shoelaces for several hours, moping. Finally another fireman came along, dragged him over to the trash, and tossed him in. Later, the garbage truck came along, the driver of the truck grabbed the trashcan Yamucha was in, and into the back he went. Quite some time later, Yamucha realized he was in a dumptruck, and formed a brilliant plan of escape. As soon as the garbage man reached his next stop, and did his business, our favorite shmuck quickly jumped into the newly emptied dumpster and waited for the truck to drive away. It was then he discovered that he was in the same dumpster he'd landed in earlier that day. Small world, huh?
Figuring that, since he was in the neighborhood and all, Yamucha would take a walk down to the County Jail to visit his friends, the semi-psycho muggers from earlier that day. They were VERY happy to see him...
END
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So? What'dya think? Like, don't like, have very strong feelings for, love, despise? Tell me all about it! Please leave a review. Flames are welcomed as well. I eat 'em up. Now, thanks to those who did review. Even you flamers! ^-^
Gracias:
Saiyan(Aww, thanks! I'm sure you could find time to relax and write. Good luck! ^-^), Maria S.(OOCness? Not an issue. It's a parody after all. ^-^ Heh, cool!), ~D*Tamer~*~Ruki*Chan~(Thanks so much for yor flame! I really don't have anything better to do, you know!), Rae George(*sniffles* Your proud? Aww! Thankies! ^-^ I tried! I do have much to learn, but I think this is a nice start... don't you?), BippityBoppityBulma(Hope you didn't take it too personally. It's just a parody after all. ^-^ I like Spain. The bulls! They run! Ahh!!), the faceless pirate(Sadly, this is true! ^-^ Review are always fun to read!), springwarrior(Ahh, someone who understands the concept of a parody! ^-^ Thank you my friend! I may do other people in the future, so Kuririn is definately an option!), sir_black(That's cool. ^.^ I may do her in the future as well.), Sakura no Tenshii(I like them too, but we always hurt the ones we love! I certainly will, and thank you!), and finally, my dear dear friend, 'Yamcha'(Thank you for that wonderful little tid-bit. I love you too darling.)
Whew! That's all of you. Hope y'all like this chapter... or hate... as much as the first. I might not be updating much from now on... or less then I already do...u.u, school's starting in a couple days. I'm sure many of you can sympathize! I'm in a couple honors classes, which I HATE because no one I know is in them. I'll be alone! u.u Blaah. Oh well. Talk to you all soon minna!
Sayonara Minna-San!
T-Sama~