Vash sat in a small tavern/restaurant at the edge of September City. His eyes sparkled at the sight of the food before him. Donuts and pancakes. Raising his fork, he stabbed the pile of pancakes and shoved the whole stack into his mouth. Then, he gulped down a donut in two bites. He smiled as if in heaven, and licked his lips. "Man! This stuff sure is good!"

The bartender polished one of the shot glasses on the counter and eyed the red-coated man funny. Boy, that guy sure can eat.

Vash got a funny feeling suddenly, stopping halfway through a donut and scanning the room warily.

"Get Down!!!" He called, but everyone just looked at him funny. Then, a semi-auto shot was heard, a window broke, and madness ensued. Sprays of bullets destroyed every- and anything in the path. Dust billowed through the room, and suddenly, the gunfire stopped. Vash peeked from behind the bar. He dashed to get the gunman away from the innocent bystanders. The gunman saw him.

"What the hell?!" He looked around at the disheveled mess that he had left. "How'd I miss him?! He was in the middle of the room!" Taking off after Vash, he loaded more bullets into his gun and pulled out a shotgun as well.

Vash rushed through town, yelling warnings to the people in the streets. Hurriedly, he turned down an alley, plastered himself to the wall and closed his eyes, breathing hard. Man, he thought, I could use a donut. I left them in the restaurant!

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. Clenching his teeth and clamping his hand over the wound, he ran further into the alley, covered in shadow. The bounty hunter followed slowly, realizing he had almost won. Vash reached the end of the alley. Turning around, he saw a garbage can, but when he opened it, it was full. Dismayed, he fell into the wall and slid down to hide himself behind the can. Well, this is turning out to be a bad day, he thought, as a sweat drop appeared. I guess I have no choice.

Backed up against a wall, literally, he drew his gun. Click... click, click, clickclick click... "Aaaahhhh!!" He yelled, making a funny face. "I forgot to reload after I had to fight the other guy that came after me!"

He moved his hand to load more bullets, and the bounty hunter shot.

Pithew! The bullet ricocheted off Vash's gun, knocking it from his hand.

Damn! I couldn't even move fast enough. At this close range, my whole body would be hard to miss, even if I move as fast as I do. I don't have anywhere to go, anyway, he thought as his soon-to-be killer sauntered toward him, gun raised and savoring the moment of glory and thought of the $$60, 000,000,000 prize.

"Well, well, well... the legendary Vash the Stampede. This is gonna be sweet. Hmm..." the hunter said, thinking aloud. "What shall I buy with the money?" He trailed off as if asking for a response.

Vash sat in silence against the stone wall, still holding his arm.

"Ah... the strong, silent type, I assume. No matter. This will be quick," He sneered, grinning smugly. "I shall be known as the one who brought down the Humanoid Typhoon, the person with the largest bounty ever on his head! Vash the Stampede!"

He lowered his guns and pointed them at the sorry looking figure huddled in the corner. Vash looked up solemnly into the barrel of the shotgun. The bounty hunter cocked the hammer and started to squeeze the trigger.

Vash looked away. Well... this is it.