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Wild West City
Chapter 2: The Gunman
He bought the Blackstone Saloon first, then the blacksmith shop and stables, the lumber mill, the bank, on and on until half of the town beloned to him. Frieza Ice. The richest person in West City. No one knows where he came from. He just showed up one day and started buying up the place. Only a few business remain unobtainable. Mainly the CC Saloon and the store run by Krillin Monk, along with a few others.
Sheriff Goku could do nothing. He remembered when he first was approached by the man. He tried to pay him off. He refused. He was hired by the townspeople. Not by Mr. Ice. He represents the best intrests of the people. Time and time again he's had to put Frieza's two thugs, Zarbon and Dodoria, in jail for drunken rowdiness, disturbing the peace, and firing weapons in the air. He'd been waken more than one night with shots being fired. His wife, Chichi, who was seven months pregnant with their first child, is scared out of her wits. But he can only lock them up for the night. Then he has to let them back out in the morning.
One morning after such an incident the stage came into town. A man got off the stage and went into the Blackstone Saloon and didn't come out. Everyone was curious as to who he was. Goku was across the street at the jailhouse letting out Dodoria. The large man was smiling as he went by the sheriff.
"Don't reckon on seein' me again, Sheriff." Dodoria said.
"And why's that, Dodoria?" Goku looked ready to throw the man back in jail.
Dodoria just smiled again and left, walking across the street to the saloon.
He didn't see the man, but when he went into the CC Saloon, he heard about him. Some were saying that he was a gunslinger, others a hired killer. Miss Bulma came over to Goku as he walked in the saloon.
"I think that there might be trouble, Sheriff." Bulma never did mince words. She always made it known what she wanted. When Frieza Ice came into town he offered to buy her place also, but with a few strins attached. Mainly herself. She was disgusted by the man and refused him.
"I think your riht, Miss Bulma." Goku said. Together they went out the door and stood at the rail. "I'm going to o home and check on Chichi. She's getting depressed since she can't do any gardening."
Bulma laughed. "She always wasn't one for sitting idle."
Goku was chuckling as he took off down the walkway. He was excited about the prospect of having a child. He thinks that he would be a good father. Chichi always thought so.
As he was making his way across the road to his house he felt someone watching him. He turned around, but saw no one. Shrugging he continued on his way.
Meanwhile in the Blackstone Saloon, standing at the window was the very man who was the talk of town. When the sheriff turned around he let the curtian fall back. He turned to face the man who brouht him into town.
"What to you want me to do, Mr. Ice?" he asked the man at the desk.
Frieza looked over this man and smiled. If you want something done right you just have to hire the bast. And the man infront of him is the best. Or so he'd been told. One of the most ruthless men in the world. When he came to this small hick town he had plans to buy everyone out. But he was stopped time and again by the stubborn people of this town. Only a few decided to take the money he offered and head to greaner pastures. They didn't want the trouble. But the others, Miss Bulma, and that storekeeper, Krillin Monk. And especially that sheriff. They were in his way. He wanted to own a town, and all he owned was about half. He wanted more.
"I want them gone, scared or intimidated enough to sell out. I don't care how you do it." He smiled at the gunman infront of him.
The gunman scowled and there was glint in his hard eyes. "I want the money up front."
Zarbon lifted a hefty sachel onto the desk. "$25,000? Right?"
"I'll do the sheriff for free." He stated simply, grabbed the satchel and left.
As Goku got closer to his house he could hear some banging of pots as his wife was preparing supper. He slipped into the houe quietly, his wife's back was towards him at the sink peelin potatos for a stew. Walking very quietly he stepped up behind her. Quickly he snaked his arms around her. She shrieked and jerked knocking him onto the ground.
As she turned around to see who was in her house she started to laugh. Goku, lying on the floor with a headfull of potato skins. He was growling.
"What, pray tell, is so funny." He growled at her.
She stopped lauhing. "Don't you take that tone of voice with me, Goku. You about scared me to death."
"And who else would be coming into this house except me? Without knocking?" He ot up off the floor and shook his head hard, dislodging the peelings.
"Anyone can. It's not like I can lock it!" She yelled.
Goku sighed. "I'm sorry Chichi. I just wanted to see how you are doing."
Chichi smiled. She never could stay mad at him for very long. "I'm fine, the baby's fine. Happy?"
He came over to her and wrapped his arms around her, at least as far as he could, considering her condition. He bent down a kissed her. Her arms went around his neck as he deepened the kiss. They broke apart, breathing hard. He picked her up and headed to their bedroom. "Supper can wait, I want dessert."
A/N: OK, what do you guys think of this one. A little longer. REVIEW!! Please?
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ
Wild West City
Chapter 2: The Gunman
He bought the Blackstone Saloon first, then the blacksmith shop and stables, the lumber mill, the bank, on and on until half of the town beloned to him. Frieza Ice. The richest person in West City. No one knows where he came from. He just showed up one day and started buying up the place. Only a few business remain unobtainable. Mainly the CC Saloon and the store run by Krillin Monk, along with a few others.
Sheriff Goku could do nothing. He remembered when he first was approached by the man. He tried to pay him off. He refused. He was hired by the townspeople. Not by Mr. Ice. He represents the best intrests of the people. Time and time again he's had to put Frieza's two thugs, Zarbon and Dodoria, in jail for drunken rowdiness, disturbing the peace, and firing weapons in the air. He'd been waken more than one night with shots being fired. His wife, Chichi, who was seven months pregnant with their first child, is scared out of her wits. But he can only lock them up for the night. Then he has to let them back out in the morning.
One morning after such an incident the stage came into town. A man got off the stage and went into the Blackstone Saloon and didn't come out. Everyone was curious as to who he was. Goku was across the street at the jailhouse letting out Dodoria. The large man was smiling as he went by the sheriff.
"Don't reckon on seein' me again, Sheriff." Dodoria said.
"And why's that, Dodoria?" Goku looked ready to throw the man back in jail.
Dodoria just smiled again and left, walking across the street to the saloon.
He didn't see the man, but when he went into the CC Saloon, he heard about him. Some were saying that he was a gunslinger, others a hired killer. Miss Bulma came over to Goku as he walked in the saloon.
"I think that there might be trouble, Sheriff." Bulma never did mince words. She always made it known what she wanted. When Frieza Ice came into town he offered to buy her place also, but with a few strins attached. Mainly herself. She was disgusted by the man and refused him.
"I think your riht, Miss Bulma." Goku said. Together they went out the door and stood at the rail. "I'm going to o home and check on Chichi. She's getting depressed since she can't do any gardening."
Bulma laughed. "She always wasn't one for sitting idle."
Goku was chuckling as he took off down the walkway. He was excited about the prospect of having a child. He thinks that he would be a good father. Chichi always thought so.
As he was making his way across the road to his house he felt someone watching him. He turned around, but saw no one. Shrugging he continued on his way.
Meanwhile in the Blackstone Saloon, standing at the window was the very man who was the talk of town. When the sheriff turned around he let the curtian fall back. He turned to face the man who brouht him into town.
"What to you want me to do, Mr. Ice?" he asked the man at the desk.
Frieza looked over this man and smiled. If you want something done right you just have to hire the bast. And the man infront of him is the best. Or so he'd been told. One of the most ruthless men in the world. When he came to this small hick town he had plans to buy everyone out. But he was stopped time and again by the stubborn people of this town. Only a few decided to take the money he offered and head to greaner pastures. They didn't want the trouble. But the others, Miss Bulma, and that storekeeper, Krillin Monk. And especially that sheriff. They were in his way. He wanted to own a town, and all he owned was about half. He wanted more.
"I want them gone, scared or intimidated enough to sell out. I don't care how you do it." He smiled at the gunman infront of him.
The gunman scowled and there was glint in his hard eyes. "I want the money up front."
Zarbon lifted a hefty sachel onto the desk. "$25,000? Right?"
"I'll do the sheriff for free." He stated simply, grabbed the satchel and left.
As Goku got closer to his house he could hear some banging of pots as his wife was preparing supper. He slipped into the houe quietly, his wife's back was towards him at the sink peelin potatos for a stew. Walking very quietly he stepped up behind her. Quickly he snaked his arms around her. She shrieked and jerked knocking him onto the ground.
As she turned around to see who was in her house she started to laugh. Goku, lying on the floor with a headfull of potato skins. He was growling.
"What, pray tell, is so funny." He growled at her.
She stopped lauhing. "Don't you take that tone of voice with me, Goku. You about scared me to death."
"And who else would be coming into this house except me? Without knocking?" He ot up off the floor and shook his head hard, dislodging the peelings.
"Anyone can. It's not like I can lock it!" She yelled.
Goku sighed. "I'm sorry Chichi. I just wanted to see how you are doing."
Chichi smiled. She never could stay mad at him for very long. "I'm fine, the baby's fine. Happy?"
He came over to her and wrapped his arms around her, at least as far as he could, considering her condition. He bent down a kissed her. Her arms went around his neck as he deepened the kiss. They broke apart, breathing hard. He picked her up and headed to their bedroom. "Supper can wait, I want dessert."
A/N: OK, what do you guys think of this one. A little longer. REVIEW!! Please?