Chapter five: Trip to Light Fantastic (Part One)
Vash leaned back, staring at the bounty program that had just popped on. It was titled 'BigShot' a man and woman was hosting it. His eyes were practically glued to screen as Judy welcomed the viewers with her usual "Hi to all you 300,000 bounty hunters in the solar system." She had beautiful blond hair and her outfit was so short. It probably stayed on by her wishful thinking. The man who was named Punch was a medium size black man with a mustache. Both of them were deck out in this 'cowboy' outfit. "WOW!" Vash exclaimed, as he jumped out of the chair. "What?" Mono questioned. Vash said nothing; he just kept staring until they showed his picture and profile across the screen.
"We still have no information on this cow-poke!" Punch said in bored tone of voice. He seemed frustrated because he couldn't tell the hunters on where to find him. "What, no information?!" Judy screeched as she danced around. "Come on, Punch there must be something." He sighed; he didn't know what else to say. Vash's profile flashed back on the screen again. "Sorry Judy, I got nothing." Judy frowned angrily and then stomped her foot down on the ground. The yellow smiley face appeared back on the screen, bouncing. "Someone's going to make some information up on you...mind telling me what you did?" Vash sunk back into the chair, his back press hard against it. "I don't know, all I remember was that I was in a fight with Legato and bam I was standing on a twisted version of earth." "You came from another demission?" question Mono.
He shrugged then said "Yeah, I guess so." Mono beeped "You don't know where you are or even why these people are after you?" "I think one of my weapons has something to do with me getting stuck here. You see, it was damaged before I started fighting with Legato..." Vash trailed off, he staring out the window. "It's so beautiful; no wonder they call it the final frontier." He thought to himself. "All the stars are so bright, they twinkle like blue diamonds." "So you believe your weapon malfunction and sent you here?" "I hope Millie and Meryl didn't get hurt, I would kill myself if something happened to them." His thoughts were interrupted by Mono's beeping. "Approaching Neptune's rock."
Vash gazed out into the abyss of space. A dark brown rock floating on black velvet sheet with twinkling diamonds sewed on to it. The asteroid had a small light blue building, or well what looked small to Vash from his gaze, a dark blue neon signs was posted all the outside walls.
"There's nothing on." Faye complained as she flipped through the channels once again. "I wish someone would call in and tell us something." She clicked it off. Spike moved off the sofa as Faye took seat. "Hell they still won't tell us why they want him..." He rubbed the bad of his head, frustrated. Ed sprawled out on the floor, moving her body up and down like a worm. Faye and Spike just stared at her, looked at each other, and then stared at her again. "What the hell?" Spike thought as he walked away. A drop of sweat ran down Faye's face as Ed curled up into a little ball and drifted off into a dream.
"Hey there good lookin'." Vash strutted by several men, all they dressed in brown, grease stained outfits. All of they looked like they just crawled out of grave and feel into an oil slick. Spiked jet black hair, tan skin, and dark brown eyes. They all medium builds, he tried to sway his hips but he ended looking stupid. They all eyed him, or should I say her...
His blonde hair was down and pulled back into a ponytail, his yellow-orange sunglasses were on the tip of his nose. A black and red silk dress clung to his body; the sleeves were see-through and fanned out. The hem was coming undone, due to his legs. On an average sized woman the dress would stop at her knees but on Vash it was three inches above his knees. He was walking in a pair of black suede heels. His dressed was stuffed with his crumpled up dirty socks and his boxers....over all he didn't look that bad, even though he had no hips.
Vash wobbled in through black forsted double doors, looking for anyone who could show how to put fuel in his ship. Heads looked up from tables, lips puckered and whistled as he passed by them. Ineeded, he felt like a piece of meat. A twenty-three year old man with shoulder length brown hair and cerulean eyes glared at him. The corner of his mouth twisted into his smile. "I hope he's not looking at me..." Sweat drops ran down his face as he subjected to more whistles and degrating comments.