Cherry: Welcome to yet another one of my fanfictions of doo--I mean, humor. Yesh, funny ha-ha laughter comedy. Yesh.... -Ahem- Even as I re-read this now, I honestly have no idea where in Kami-Sama's name I got this idea. But the best part is....IT IS STARING ME, CHERRY WOLF!!!! WHOO!!!!

Kuro: And yet I am nowhere in sight...not that I care, of course.

Cherry: MY FIC! This is MY glory! Don't you try and steal my thunder....

Kuro: Whoa, chill out, killer.

Cherry: -Ahem- I do not own DBZ or any affiliated characters...with the exception of Cherry Wolf, whom I made up years and years ago when I was but knee-high to a grasshopper. She is mine, not yours! She is also me, and unless you own me, you do not own Cherry. Period. -noddles-

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Yamcha sat on the edge of his bed, planning to end it all. He didn't know where to begin, but he had seen it tons of times on TV or in the movies. He figured it was a learned behavior; the ability to take yourself out of life when you become unnecessary to society. He held the knife up to one wrist and pressed it to the flesh, drawing forth a mass amount of blood with a quick sweep of the blade.

"Awww...fuck!" he cussed unhappily. He didn't think he would bleed so much...or so fast. The blood poured down his arm and all over the bed sheets.

That's when Pu'ar burst in. She managed to wrestle the knife out of Yamcha's grip, bandaged his wrist and brought him out to the living room for a stern talking to.

"That's the fourth time this week I've had to wrestle away an instrument of death! And this time I actually had to tend to a wound! I'm really worried about you, Yamcha. I think you should take into account what you're doing an--" Pu'ar was cut off mid-sentence when there came a knock at the door.

Yamcha groaned, figuring it was a damn door-to-door salesman, and rolled over on his couch. The knocking became more fierce and urgent, and finally he got up and answered the door. At least it was better than a lecture. He opened up the door and standing there was a girl...but not just any girl. She had longish hair that was completely pink. She looked a bit punky, but that wasn't what made her different. What set her apart were the two pink ears that sat perched upon her head. She was clad in a short, yellow, overall-style dress. A plumy wolf-like pink tail matching her ears stuck out from underneath the dress. She wore a pair of soft, oiled, tan knee-high boots. Slung over her shoulder was a black duffel bag. She looked up at him with sparkling golden eyes.

"Ya...Yamcha-san?" she asked shyly, her head bowed, ears flattened against her head, green eyes flicking upwards.

Yamcha had been so absolutely flabbergasted by the girl's gorgeous appearance that it left his mouth hanging open, his eyes blinking like a goldfish's. He shut his mouth promptly and straightened his posture quickly. He hoped he didn't look too idiotic.

"Y...yes. Yes. That is me. Yamcha. Yes. I am him, I mean I..." he trailed off, mentally kicking himself all the way. Well, at least he had said the right name...

Her ears shot up and she sighed in relief. "Oh good! I got the right person...first time too." she said happily.

"Er...do you want to come in, maybe we could talk about what in Kami's name you want me for and who you are..." he invited, making an elegant gesture towards the inside.

The small house was rather tidy, and for that he was very glad. The odd girl followed close behind, all the way to the living room. She sat down quietly on the couch and gazed at him. He hadn't figured out why she was staring at him until he felt something shift on his shoulder. Pu'ar had been clinging to his shoulder the whole time and he hadn't noticed. He was too preoccupied with his thoughts... he motioned for Pu'ar to go sit down with the new girl.

"I'll be back in a jiff." he said, starting off to the bathroom.

He bolted the rest of the way and stood in front of the mirror. He let his mouth hang agape and blinked a bit, trying to recreate how he looked. It was just as he feared--he looked like a goldfish...a rather stupid one at that. He groaned inwardly and headed back out to the living room.

"Want anything to drink?" he asked Pu'ar and the pointy-eared girl.

Pu'ar shook her head. "None for me." she said.

The girl nodded vigorously. "But I'll have something, if you don't mind." she intoned.

"Not at all." he said, heading off to the kitchen. He reached past all the beer cans, digging out a soda for him and the girl. it was probably best that he wasn't drinking around new people; he didn't know just how it would come off if he was under the influence. He returned to the livingroom, flopping down into a chair.

"Here." he said, tossing the girl the soft drink.

She snapped her hand out and caught it with amazing reflexes, giving him a quirky smirk.

"You might wanna wait a bit before opening it." he warned. The girl shrugged and popped open the tab, licking the foam as it sprayed up. It was cute to watch, and Yamcha had to laugh as she swallowed it down.

"So...who are you?" he managed to ask around the laughing.

She jumped up on the arm of the couch and bowed.

"Allow me to introduce myself. The name's Cherry Wolf. I'm half cherry, half wolf, and half girl." she said enthusiastically. She paused a moment and scratched behind her ear. " Wait...that would make me three halves...oh, well. I was never good at math anyways..." she said.

Yamcha just stared at her. She broke out laughing and waved her hand. "I'm just joking. I'm actually a breed of ma no ookami, which is a sort of wolf-demo--" She stopped suddenly. "Er...it's not important. What is important is that I am here."

"Yeah...about that...why are you here?" he asked, opening his own can and taking a sip.

Cherry got really serious. "I've been looking for someone to school me in the martial arts. All the dojos saw me, and when they realized my potential, they pointed me to Kame Sen'nin. Unfortunately, Muten Roshi wasn't taking anymore students, but he pointed me in the way of one of his former students." she explained, finishing off her soda.

"And that former student.... was me, right?"

"Uh-huh."

Yamcha sighed, not knowing how to feel. Why had Master Roshi sent her to him of all people. Goku and hell, even Kururin was more qualified to teach someone... But they had families. And a life. Oh, that had to be it. Everyone else was too busy to teach, so they stuck her with Yamcha. He sighed, knowing he really couldn't do this. But I can try....

"So, are you up to it?" she asked, teetering on the edge of the couch with anticipation.

Yamcha deliberated for merely a second before answering. "Of course!" he laughed. "Call me Sensei!" he smirked.

Inwardly, Pu'ar was relieved. She was glad that Yamcha had found something to do with his time that didn't involve suicide attempts. Things were looking up.

"Oh! I forgot to introduce you to my best friend, Pu'ar." Yamcha said, gesturing to the blue shape shifter.

"How do you do?" Pu'ar squeaked.

Cherry's eyes gleamed. "Nice to meetcha!" she chorused.

"So...Where do you come from?" Pu'ar asked.

"Me? I'm a nomad. I always wander. I don't really have a home. I don't remember much about my past life, and I don't rack my brain thinking about it too hard. What is important is the here and now...that, and the future." she explained.

"How did you get here?" Yamcha asked, digesting the first question.

"I walked. Both to and from Kame Sen'nin's, if that's what you mean. Well, technically, a lot of it was swimming but......"

Yamcha's jaw hit the floor. His eyes widened the size of pie plates. Pu'ar had an equally shocked expression on her face.

"Y-you walked?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yep."

"Don't you have a car?" he asked.

"Nope. Don't have a license. I've taken the test, but something happens when I get behind the wheel. I panic. And when I panic, I fail. Simple as that."

Yamcha stood up. "I could take you on a drive and tell you what you should do, and what you shouldn't. You know, ease you into the rhythm." he offered.

Cherry jumped up. "When do we start?"

"How about now?"

"Really?"

"Really, really. Just call this your first lesson."

"Then let's go!"

Pu'ar shook her head, looking at Yamcha. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Of course. What's the worst that could happen?"

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Cherry: That was a short chapter, yesh? Well, it was more of a beginning chappy anyway, so it didn't have to be long. Plus, there will be plenty of time for that later. Leave a review on you way out, please. My pride and confidence as a writer relies solely on your reviews of praise (or kind suggestions for improvement. Flames will be, as always, used to toast marshmallows! ^_^ ) so therefore if my confidence crashes, you can expect no more of my stories. Is that really so bad, you may ask yourself. The answer is yes. Trust me....