Ok this is chapter 2 to my fan fic I hope you guys see the improvement I put into my writing in this one as I really put a lot of work into improving this story.
I hope you guys like this chapter I've changed my mind a bit on the story and it will be a comedy only. Please criticize as harsh as you will as I am really quite eager to get my technique right by 4th chapter latest
Disclaimer
I do not own trigun although that would be awesome the only things I own are the characters I made myself.
Having escaped his brother's ramblings of the importance of his work, Vash decides to head to May City and find out more about this Plastic surgery thing everyone keeps telling him to get.
Thinking of how he was going to pass the time while on his long trip a certain thought occurred to him why is it that girls all want men with chests of steel but they want him to have his chest redone, It's moments like these when he wish Milly and Meryl were still around he could have asked them this question and apart from a few surprised glances and sarcastic answers he would have gotten the truth.
Upon arrival at May City he got the customary yet tired and worn out tradition thrown at him "watch out it's vash the stampede". He laughs sarcastically at the crowd that had assembled before him, Even though almost no one here was alive during the events that had gotten him his nickname they were all there for the single reason that it was a time honored tradition in every single city.
The walk to the plastic surgeons building was short and uneventful something that he can't remember having happened before in May.
He stands outside the plastic Surgeons building. It looks like any Other building except for the Giant pair of scissors and rubber glove insignia painted on the building. He knocks on the door and stands back waiting to be let in.
TO BE CONTINUED