Cherry: This is a rather random chapter. Really, it's sort of stupid. I was actually gonna cut this chapter completely out, but a few friends of mine told me to leave it in. So here it is, the fabled second chapter. Reviews are always loved, readers. More reviews mean quicker updates! You want that, don't you? Of course you do. So do me a favor and drop me a review of e-mail me at furre_and_more@yahoo.com!
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Cherry was sitting in the driver's seat of Yamcha's car. She sat gripping the wheel and looking out the rear-view mirror. She kicked the car into reverse and pulled to the edge of the driveway. Pu'ar was sitting on Yamcha's shoulder, an alert expression on her whiskered face. All were accounted for.
"You know what to do know, right?" Yamcha asked, eyes closed.
"...Floor it?" she uttered
"Mm-hmm..." Yamcha nodded, not paying attention fully.
"Floor it." she confirmed
Yamcha snapped awake immediately. "Wait no…don't floor it..."
A sinister look was apparent in her eyes. "Floor it..."
"No! No, don't floor it..."
"Okay...FLOOR IT!!!" she howled, slamming her foot down on the gas pedal.
The car burned rubber and shot off like a bullet down the road. Pu'ar squealed in terror as she tumbled down into Yamcha's lap, driving her tiny claws into his legs. Yamcha howled and braced himself, clinging to the side of the door. Surprisingly, Cherry was keeping to the road...and the proper side at that. The car whipped dangerously close to other vehicles, and more than once Yamcha saw his entire life pass before his eyes. Cherry slowed down slightly as an eighteen-wheeler pulled out in front, but not much.
"Cherry...don't you think you should slow down? That truck looks awful big..." Yamcha moaned.
Cherry said nothing, but grinned. She whipped to the other side of the road and smirked.
"I'm gonna pass him." she gleamed.
"Oh okay, your just gonna pa--CAR!!!" he hollered.
"Car?" she asked.
"CAR!!!" Yamcha repeated.
There was a car coming in the opposite lane...the one they were in. Cherry was alongside of the big rig, and there was no room to pull over. But carefully, she slipped the car back towards the other lane.
"Oh Kami...what are you doing? You aren't gonna...you can't..." Yamcha wheezed.
"Oh...I am. Don't worry, Sensei. I saw this in a movie once. It's bound to work if it was in a movie!" Cherry grinned innocently.
Kami this girl knows nothing of real life… Yamcha thought, biting down on his lower lip.
Cherry gripped the wheel tightly, checking her margins before slipping the car under the big rig, all "The Fast and the Furious"-like. She pulled over into the shoulder, obviously not bothered by everyone in the car's screaming and pleading. She shot pass the truck and continued on, only slamming on the brakes at a red light. That was when a black sports car pulled up next to her; an anthro-boar leaning out the window.
"Hey, pretty mama...fancy drivin' you manage." he snorted.
"Why, thank you." Cherry smiled.
"I wos wonderin' if'n you wanted ta drag." he grunted
"Oh no, that's not necessary, you see---" Yamcha started, scared enough as it was without nearly getting killed in a drag race.
"Well, I don't think we should…and Sensei said…" Cherry muttered.
The boar rolled his eyes. "Aw, c'mon! Just th's once…it won't kill you."
Cherry looked like she was making a decision. "Yeah, okay! But only this once." she declared.
The boar smirked. "Good. When the light turns green, we jam. We're racing over to the warehouse on 42nd street." the boar grunted, pulling back in, explaining the situation to his partner; another anthro-boar.
Cherry looked deep in thought. "Hm…42nd street...now where was that?" she mumbled to herself. "Oh yeah! That's right!" she exclaimed, suddenly remembering. She revved the engine playfully, staring up at the stoplight. "Come on…turn green…"
"Please don't..." Yamcha tried.
But the light turned green and Cherry stomped on the gas, trailing after the two boars, who had gotten a bit more of a start. She overtook them in a matter of minutes, all the while trying to stay in her lane. Of course, this wasn't easy considering the other drivers. She weaved precariously through traffic and around cars, some of which swerved out of the way just in time. The boar began to nose ahead and Cherry clenched her jaw as she pushed the gas pedal all the way down the floor and then some.
"Don't this go faster?" Cherry asked, turning to Yamcha briefly.
"Well, there is a sixth gear...dammit! Why'd I tell you that..?" Yamcha moaned the last part to himself.
"Excellent." she said sinisterly as she kicked the struggling engine into sixth gear.
The car took off like a rocket, the speedometer's needle buried all the way over by the number 215. Then, fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your stance, the car shot at top speed over a hill. The car went up and caught about five seconds of air before crashing back down, tires screaming against the pavement. The car veered left and right; Cherry all the while spinning the wheel madly as she tried to correct the vehicle's course. The warehouse lot was up ahead, and Cherry grinned as she finally managed to regain control of the car (though she did crash into some dustbins in the process). She jerked the wheel sharply, the car sliding the way to the parking lot, gliding past the boar's. She slid to the end and whipped the car around, the smell of burning rubbed filling the air. The boar's car stopped at the entrance and revved the engine.
"Oho...so that's how you want to play..." Cherry mouthed. She revved the engine in response and adjusted her grip on the wheel.
"Oh, please don't tell me you're gonna play chicken with them..." Yamcha whined.
Cherry gave no answer and took off, the other car following suit. She swerved out of the way when they were about five feet apart.
"Dammit! I panicked..." she grumbled, turning the car around. "Just one more round..."
Again they came at each other. They got dangerously close, and for a moment it appeared that no one was going to move and that there was going to be a massive collision. But at the last moment, both cars swerved away. Yamcha felt the jolt of the opposing car bump them slightly as it whipped by. He squeaked as his heart leapt into his throat, along with something else.
"V is for victory!" she cheered.
"V is for...vomit..." Yamcha groaned, holding his stomach.
"We are the champions, we are the champions, no time for losers 'cause we are the champions...of the worrrrld!!!" she sang, not even noticing Yamcha's comment.
Yamcha had completely frozen. His face had drained of all color and all his desiccated throat made was a pitiful squeaking noise. Pu'ar had been so traumatized that she hadn't been able to speak since the beginning of the ride. The anthro-boar's car pulled up alongside of them, and he leaned out the window.
"Hooo.... damn, woman. I ain't never seen a woman drag like that ever...you play a damn good game o' chicken too. Mebbe we could drag again sometime..." he invited.
"'Kay!" she said cheerily. "Maybe after I get my license."
The boar arched his eyebrows. "So you've been racing without a...Ooh...a rebellious one...I like. I like a lot. See ya round the drag strip!" he called as he drove off.
"Bye!" she called after him. She turned to Yamcha and grinned. "Come on Sensei, let's go home."
The drive home was equally terrorizing, what with Cherry singing and crashing into dustbins and such. Finally, when they reached home (in one piece, none the less), Cherry jumped out of the car and stretched.
Yamcha staggered numbly out of the car. "I...I'm okay... 'cept I spilled my drink on my lap..." he uttered.
Pu'ar blinked. "What drink?"
"Oh, wait, never mind. That was just me. My bad." he squeaked.
Cherry laughed. "Oh Sensei, You're so funny." she giggled. "Maybe we can try again later today."
That was it for Yamcha. His knees gave out and he fainted, hitting the ground with a dull thud.
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He woke up several minutes later with a cloth on his forehead, sprawled across the couch. He sat up slowly, a piercing pain in his head. He groaned and rubbed at it, his vision slowly coming into focus.
"Oh my aching head...." he moaned.
"Yamcha...are you okay?" Pu'ar asked.
"This is all my fault...If I had listened to you better...Not once did I pay attention...Oh, I am such a horrible student..." Cherry wailed.
"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself. Like you said, you tend to panic when you're behind the wheel.."
"So you're all cool?" she asked shyly.
"Yeah...just a bit sore." he responded. "Cherry?"
"Yes Sensei?"
"You know everything you did today that made me scream or quake in terror?"
"Yes?"
"Don't ever do that. That is all." he said, collapsing back onto the couch.
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Cherry: Another chapter should be up in a few days, easy. See, this one's an easy upload since I have seven or so chapters already pre-written. All that remains is to edit and upload. Until next chappie; Ja Ne! ^_^