Disclaimer: See chapter 1

Hmmm... I don't think that I have anything to say... Oh yeah! Taifu = Courtesan (Edo period). Also means other stuff... but that's what I was aiming for. And "White Viking" refers to a fake drink on an episode of "Cheers" (I thought a Cheers referance would be nice, as Sam "Mayday" Malone was an ex- baseball player, current bar-owner). And I do not own Cheers, nor am I affiliated with anyone involved.

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Taifu obtained some seats that were pretty close to the exits for us. I had no interest in the game, but I certainly had a purpose here besides doing a favor for my boss. Humans had a thing with morale: if their comrade dies in battle, the battle gets fiercer. But if the comrade dies by other causes, their lines get weaker then just from the loss of the strength of a single person. Killing Yamcha here would be more useful then one would think.
She knew much about the Baseball team Taitans. She mentioned that their greatest player, Yamcha, only played when the game wasn't going well for them. He always came through with a home run for them, etc., etc. Well, that information was useful: I realized that they were doing quite well that game near half time, so I excused myself from her presence and snuck past the guards.
He was just sitting around in the room before the locker room, playing some sort of card game by himself. I walked in and cracked my knuckles. It took him a moment to realise that someone else was there."Who are you? A fan?" He stood up.
I smirked. "Not really."
"What are you doing here, then? Don't tell me that you made a wrong turn."
"Certainly not. Everything I do here..." I pulled out a switch-blade, "... is purely intentional." I did a normal lunge to him, like the one that was done towards me by the kid I took this knife from. He easily dodged it, but I kept attacking at the same speed and accuracy.
"Give up before you hurt yourself!" Yamcha boasted in his arrogance. I laughed and threw the blade at him with a more serious speed and power. It hit his shoulder and pushed him back a bit. He hit the wall behind him.
"You...!" His stare became grim. "Who are you?"
"Just a normal mugger," I joked, "At least, that's the kind of report I'm aiming for with the police."
"...Like a mugger can really kill me!" he said, then attempted to attack me. I side-stepped it and stood behind him.
"It doesn't matter whether one can or not, I just want people to think that you were."
He tried to hit me again, but I avoided it without a problem. He tried again and again, with more speed and more momentum behind it, but when he could not lay a hand on me, instead of panicking, he made a smirk. "You have to be stronger then any mugger. You shouldn't have thrown away your weapon so soon, 'cause if you lay a hand on me, someone will definitely know that a mugger didn't do anything."
I grinned. "Is that what's bothering you?" I willed the blade over to me from his shoulder and laughed. I held the ruddied metal out in front of me, amused by his hopeless situation.
"You... you're not normal..." He looked at me in a deadened eye. "I can't believe I'm going to die by a guy claiming he's an average punk. Hell, he can't be a punk!" He then pointed to my ring. "That's proof enough that he isn't!"
"This stupid thing?" I said, taking it off then placing it in my pocket. "You're right. It was pretty expensive. My father's fortune couldn't even pay for it."
"P-Piccolo!" Now came the real lapse of logic. He attempted to sprint past me, but a quick swipe, hitting his arm, kept him from crossing to the door.
"You don't seem to understand. You will die. Here. Now. Everyone will think that it was just the average crimes of these parts, or a disgruntled fan. Whatever the press wants to fancy with. No one will really know that you died from my hands."
He shook his head. "No! Goku and the others will know it was you! They have to!"
"You keep dreaming. Maybe you wont notice the transition between life and death." I went on the opposition again, catching a deep cut in his stomach and side. He tried for another escape, but he got a wrenching stab in his intestines instead.
He fell to the ground, blood pooling around him. "Damnit! I can't die here! I can't... I can't leave Bulma alone..."
This dispairfull comment struck me oddly, as I felt a short tug, perhaps upon my heart-string, delaying me a moment. My hesitation was just enough for him to get past my guard and make a dash for the exit.
"Shit!" I grabbed him by the back of his collar and threw him to the wall harshly, cracking the drywall. Fuck! I messed up! I thought, Now what do I do?
I rushed up to him, took him by the neck, and held him against the wall. "I'll make a deal with you. I'll spare your life for now, but you have to do me a favor."
Yamcha nodded to the best of his ability.
I dropped him. "You have a check-book handy?"
"Y-yes..." he said amongst his coughing.
"Write a check of all the money you have in your account. Don't worry about who it should go to, I'll take care of that."
He pulled out his pen and book and did so. I snatched it from him with my left hand (it hadn't any blood on it like the other), examining it for a moment, then took the check-book to see if he put it all in. "That's quite a decent amount of money there. It will do." I tossed the leather book back to him, put the check in my pocket, and went for the door. "And Yamcha... if you tell anyone what happened here, I'll kill you and everyone around you. Clear?" He nodded. "Good." I put my ring back on and ran to the bathroom to wash my hands.
After I flushed the blade down the toilet, I heard Taifuu's voice calling for me. I went to greet her, apologizing for taking so long.
"Oh, that's all right, dearie. But I was getting concerned about our safety. We should stick together while we go back. Apparently, Yamcha was suddenly attacked by this large big punk gang, of atleast 20 men, when he left the locker room."
"Really?" I said, trying to hide my humor. It had to be a large punk gang to satisfy his ego, I suppose. He probably threw in motorcycles and fully-automatic arms in his story. If he didn't yet, he will before it reaches his girlfriend or his sparring partners.

When we were going back to the bar, I kept looking at the check. Now I had more than enough to pay off that debt from the ring, and I had learned a lot about a human's mentality already. I could quit now, I thought, If I wanted to, I can just go back to training and never have to deal with Uwaki or Shuran. And I wouldn't have to see Jin either. I never have to wake up for work again. I never have to abide by human law again. If I wanted to, I could leave at this very moment.
But I didn't want to.