This is my second try at a Trigun Fanfiction. The first one is still being written, but people like it! WHOAWHO!

For those of you who just joined in, lets recap shall we? Vash dies, but before that tells his son everyting about his life. Vash convinces his son to take up the legend, and the legend continues! WHOAWHO!

I know, I didn't put Vash's son's name. I KNOW THAT! But, there is something about his name that's going to be introduced at the end!

Yes! I have suspence! WAHAHA!! ::coughs:: Yeah.. and I have a plot and romance. Oh, just to let you know, Knives is dead for sure, legota, umm not sure right now if I want him in here or not.. and Wolfwood IS alive in here! So all you Wolfwood/Milly fans out there be happy! There will be some of that.

Oh and I am sorry about the stupid names in the first chapter!!! I'M SORRY!!!! I SUCK AT NAMES!!!!!!! OK?

I know Vash doesn't like being the stampede, but.. there is a reason why he wants his son to do this! There really is! I promise there is! You just have to wait and find out though because it is a part of the whole plot thing going on.

Ok, now onto the story! And yes a complete happy, insane person is writing this story. ^_^

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Vash the Stampede JR.
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Part 2-The reuinon.. sort of..

((Vash's sons POV.))

((AN: HE CALLS HIMSELF VASH THE STAMPEDE! OK? GOT IT? GOOD.))

Five days... five days since my last drawl. I sat down at a bar. I wasn't really a heavy drinker and I didn't like getting drunk. So, I only had a sip of beer here and there. I was too in thought to be bothered.

It had been two years since my father's death. I had traveled from city to city training as hard as humanly possible.

'Human.. that's funny. I'm not full human..' I remembered him saying he was a plant. A PLANT! Yes, it is hard to believe but isn't it hard to believe a sweet guy is Vash the Stampede too?

'Half human, half plant. Neither one nor the other. I have no place in this world.'

That thought had crossed my mind many a times. What if everyone found out? Well, who cares really? Besides, I had a promise to keep to my Father. I had to find those insurance girls and help them in any way possible.

I sipped my beer again. I would have found them and just been traveling with them from the very week I began my traveling, but I had to train first. I had to make sure I was good enough before I even tried to help them. What if I wasn't good enough? What if I failed at what I promised to do?

Then someone tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up at the manager of the bar.

"It's time for you to perform now." He ordered.

Performing kept food and water on the table sort of speak. So, I went up on stage and sat down on the stool. I didn't have my instrument with me. It got busted about four months ago, so I just sang now.

I began to sing after I gave the guys behind me the sheet music. They started to play as I sung my song.

((Yes, I made this song up myself, so please don't take it without giving me credit atleast and a link to the place it was taken too! ^_^ I love sites that air my work!))

'Down in the dumps, sitting on the cold, cold ground.
I had finally releized what I found,

It was love, love and I gave it away.
I was too far gone, to save it anyway,

My cold, cold heart was being warmed up,
by your sweet tender kiss, I felt the
pain inside of me melt away, yeah

Now I'm stuck finding only a note,
Tell me what I did wrong girl!
I love you..'

As I sung the song I saw three people enter the bar. Two girls and a man. The shorter of the two girls had black hair and beautiful blue eyes. She wore a very offical looking white outfit. The big one next to her was a blond. She was easy as tall as I was, if not taller. She seemed to be full of happy-go-lucky charm.

The man with them was carring a huge cross. He wore a white shirt under a black suit. he was smoking a cig. too.

I continued on with my singing, as I thought of the last two years. It had been rough training. I thought I was going to die a lot of the time. I felt like everything was so horrible, that it couldn't get any worse, until it did!

I got scars to prove it too. One scar was on my face running from just above my right brow down to my cheek bone, passing over my right eye. Thank god I had my eye closed or I would have lost it that day!

I had my father's bright red coat on. I had it trimmed for my size and repaired a number of times. I cut my hair to be just like his. I even had it gelled up like his too. I felt like I really was starting to get the hang of being Vash the Stampede.

I closed my eyes and let the song take over me as I sang it. I always put feeling into everything I sang. It made me feel better when I did. Singing let out my fustration with what I wasn't capable of doing. I opened my eyes and saw the three people who had walked in earlier, staring at me like I was a ghost. I got an odd feeling from that.

That's when I finished my song with the last words I sung to my father,

'Til death do us part, you're always in my heart'.

Everyone clapped and stood up. I felt warmth inside when this happened. It happened often in good towns, but you never do get over the feeling of people becoming happy over something you love to do.

I grinned and gave a bow before I jumped off the stage. I walked over to the bar.

"Hey Miss? May I have my gun back now? I'm leaving." I said to the barmaid.

She smiled and handed me, my gun. I smiled back and said,"Thank you." before leaving.

I walked just outside the bar, that's when I put the bullets back in my gun and put it away in the gun sling on my thigh. I contiued to walk, but stopped when I heard it. Then name I now call myself,

"Mr. VASH! Please wait!" A girl called out to me. Or should I say woman called out to me?

I turned around and the three people I saw walk into the bar walked up to me.

"How.. how did you know my name?" I asked them.

They gave me a confused look.

"Don't you remember us Vash?" She asked, hurt in her eyes.

I said the first name that poped in my head. "Meryl! Is that you?"

She smiled in relief, as far as I could guess. She nodded. "I'm glad you remembered."

"How could I forget you? I after all spent awhile traveling with you. And Milly! How are you?" I asked, grinning. I felt very stupid at the moment, but maybe I could get them to believe I was my father. That would be easier to deal with then telling them the truth.

"Thank you Mr. Vash the Stampede. I'm doing well. I even got a boyfriend, Mr. Priest here." Milly answered, smiling.

I could see a sweatdrop go down Wolfwood's forehead. I smiled. "So, you two finally got together huh? Took you long enough. So, what have you all been up to since we last met?"

"Oh, a lot Mr. Vash! Meryl and I just got an assignment to look for you again, but then there were rumors you had died, so we got taken off from the case, since no more damage has been reported to have come from you. We all thought you were dead." Milly said in a way too cheerful additude.

I felt a huge sweatdrop on my face. "Yeah.. As you can see I'm still alive and kickin! Do you two really still work for the insurance company?!"

"Yes we do. And since you're alive Mr. Vash, we have to follow you again." Meryl said, with a serious tone.

'And dad said her good points were...?' I thought to myself. Dad apparently was head over heals for this girl. I could kinda see why though. She did have nice eyes.. 'HOLD UP! I'm suppose to protect her not marry her! Snap out of it!'

"It'll be nice to catch up with you guys again. It has been a long time." I said.

"Yes, it has. So, what have you been up to? I see you've been in trouble by looking at that scar. It seems to have just finished healing, so you had to have caused trouble somewhere." Wolfwood said.

"Yeah. I guess trouble likes me alot. And it brought friends." I said, rubbing the back of my neck. This was getting ocward. I didn't like them saying my new name on the streets as bluntly as they were. What if a bounty hunter heard?!

"Where did you get the scar Mr. Vash?" Milly asked in her upbeat voice.

"I ran into a gang about 200 iles back from here. They apparently has swords and weren't afriad to use them." I smiled at that. That was true. That damn gang, well,... ganged up on me! I only had one wound from it, so I was getting better at this sort of stuff.

"A normal gang. I don't believe it. Unless there were hundreds of them,.." Wolfwood started.

"They weren't a normal gang." I answered in a serious voice. I don't like to be challendged or called weak either.

They all blinked at me. Confused about my expression. I rememberd my father for those hours. Even though it was serious, he still had a happy-go-lucky tone about him. I guess, my serious tone wasn't expected.

"Sorry. A lot has happened to me since we last met. I've changed a lot too. I'm sorry for snapping at you." I said with a sigh. I still had a lot to learn and this proved it. "Well, do you guys have a place to stay?"

They shook their heads. I gave a wide grin. 'To tease, or not to tease?' That thought pasted by in my head as I looked down at them. 'Awww! I can't do it'

"You guys can stay with me if you like. My hotel room is big enough." I offered to them.

"Thank you Mr. Vash!" Milly said with a cheerful tone. "Mr. Vash, my I get some pudding too?

"Umm.. sure. I only have a couple of double dollars though,.." I pulled out some of my money I had on me. She grabbed it and left to go buy pudding, I guess.

I gave a nervous laugh as I watched her go. This sure was strange.

Well, the hotel is this way." I pointed to it. It was just down the road. "And I'm in room 5. Why don't you go tell Milly that Wolfwood?"

"Sure. I'll be right back and don't you bring out the drinks without me." He commented before going after Milly.

I just smirked and shook my head. What a group! Meryl looked up at me.

"Shall we?" I said with a shrug holding out my arm for her. She gave a slight blush before she grabbed on and we walked down the road.

When we got up to my room, I sat down in a chair next to her. She looked a bit unconfortable.

"Hey.. what's happen since I've been gone?" I asked her, putting my arms on the table and resting my chin in them. I looked up at her from that possition, showing I was listening.

"Well, we found Mr. Wolfwood while you were gone. He had somehow survived the... you know. So, we all livid together for awhile. Everything was so quiet and peaceful though. So, that's when Milly and I got the assignment to go look for you. We traveled for about a month, not finding anything at all. It was like you dissapeared off the face of the planet! So, what were you doing during those two years?" Merly finally asked me.

"Training mostly. After taking some time off. I needed to start over. Try to figure out my life a little better before I made anymore moves. I stayed here and there, getting jobs as I singer in saloons and helping people out when I could. All in all, a boring two years wouldn't you say?" I finished with a grin. I had gotten good at acting like my Father. I tried to be upbeat and goofing. Everything I could think of to become a little copy of him.

I hadn't noticed that I was killing myself tring to be like him.

"For you maybe." Then something seemed to click. "I didn't know you could sing so well either."

That made me blush. "Yeah well. I try to anyways."

"And that song you sang. It was beautiful. But, it was so sad. I cried at then end."

"That's the root of the song I sing. Emotion. I use it in everything I sing. I want the people listening to me to feel what I'm feeling, to know what I know at that moment. Even for a second, their eyes display what I'm singing about... it gives me the greatest joy." I said.

"But you were singing it angerly." Wolfwood said. I looked over. I didn't noticed him walk in!

"Yeah.. you caught me." I said, looking down at the table.

"Why were you singing it angerly Mr. Vash?" Milly asked me.

"It just a groove I'm in right now. I've had so much happen to me so fast, it's confusing. I also have gotten depressed and have been over the last year. That's all." I looked up at them. They seemed a bit shocked and sad for me. "But I'm fine now!"

"That's good Mr. Vash. I don't like it when people are sad." Milly said. She went over and put down her bags and got out some pudding. "Want some Mr. Vash?"

"No thanks. I ate a little while ago." I said with a smile. She nodded and continued to eat.

"I don't mean to pry, but what happened that got you so depressed?" Meryl asked, with true concern on her face.

I could feel everyone watching me intently. Should I tell the truth? Or should I lie? Oh! I hated lying!

"My father died. My mother died a year before he did and my sister was murdered about four years ago." I answered, looking down at a spot on the table again. I gave a deep sigh. I could feel the emotions from that bubble up inside of me again.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Vash! I didn't mean to... I'm just really sorry." Meryl said, giving me a half-hug.

"It's ok. You didn't know. You were just tring to help me. It does feel good to tell someone about it though." I answered giving another smile. Though it was a half empty smile.

"If you ever need anything.. just ask ok?" Meryl said.

"Well,... I could use.. A girlfriend, money, a house, a new life, a bof of doughnuts, a pizza, a glass of water, some new boots.." Then I got hit upside the head.

"I didn't mean that! I meant emotional support!" Meryl yelled at me giving me a frown/scowl combo.

"Maybe next time you could be more 'emotional' instead of physical then!" I said, rubbing my poor beaten skull.

"Just like old times! You two are going to be fighting like cats and dogs again!" Wolfwood laughed as he said that.

"It's not very funny when you're on the recieving end of her fist you know." I said, still rubbing my head.

"I wouldn't hit you if you wouldn't be so stupid!"

"Well, maybe if you lightened up a bit, you wouldn't have to hit me so much!"

"Then Maybe you could grow a brain in that head of yours!"

"You can do that?!"

**BONK!!!!**

"OUCH! WHATCHA DO THAT FOR?!"

"For you being an idiot!"

I rubbed the back of my head again. I decieded it was quiting time for me. I was going to have a concussion if I didn't quit soon. I sighed again. This was going to be one long night!

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So? What did you think?!?! Please say you like it! I'm really tring hard on this story to get it to be perfect, so please tell me if I did something wrong, so I can fix it. Besides spelling mistakes!!!!!!!!!!