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Based Bandit Adventures

(Original Story, thatwouldkindabe approved by Akira Toriyama. DO NOT STEAL!)

Chapter 3.
Chillin with the Son's

I flew over GOku's house with the quickness, landing just before his front door and swatting the hell outta my face, arms and elbows. This dumbass country bumpkin ass Chinese-nigga was out here livin' in the boonies, so there was nothing but bugs forests and wild ass bears and dinosaurs living around the area.
That shit made no sense to me.
Not to say I wasn't about that country life.. but Goddamn. A Chinese-nigga like me don't fux with bears and dino's bruh.
Like.. I could beat the shit outta them but at the same time, I'm about that PETA life. Animals are cool.

They cool to live. They cool to eat. They cool to wear too.

"Speakin' of which, I got a fresh-ass gator suit I gotta wear tomorrow.." i muttered under my fresh ass minty breath.

There was no specific reason why I had to wear that gator suit, other than me just wanting to look fly on a fresh ass day, but yeah. I was just sayin that... just cause I was thinkin' of animals and shit.

I smirked and snickered for a good 7 seconds, going so far as to even nod at my own thoughts and statements before raising my right hand to knock on the Son Family's door. They had my rich ass waiting for about 2 long ass minutes, but I was cool about it.. I mean, I was a patient ass dude- so patient, nice, humble and almighty like the Heavenly Buddha himself.
Anyways after waiting FOREVER, Chi-Chi opened the door and I graced her with my presence.

"Oh.. Yamcha.." she said in greeting, her tone less than enthusiastic. "What're you doing here? -and so randomly too?"

I cringed to her tone as I felt it could've been better and it was disrespectful as fuck.

"Whoa easy," I spoke, raising my hands up like a nigga about to be frisked. "I just stopped by to see what was up with the fam-"

"We're not your 'fam' Yamcha. Now what're you really doing here?"

I paused because her tone was really getting to me.. but after I pieced myself together, I politely said. "Chi-Chi chill, I'm just tryna say hi. What'chu trippin for, damn geez!"

She squinted her eyes, judging me and my motives- which I don't blame her for-
I was tryna mess with Goku outta fun and love brah! But not like in faggot gay homosexual way or nuthin'.. I mean, I loved that nigga like fam' but not like that.. AND WHEN I SAY 'FAM' I MEAN, even tho we asian and shit, and some families do that love shit between cousins or whatever our love wasn't like that!
I MEAN-

naw fuck it, forget everything I just said.
I didn't love that nigga Goku.
He was aight.. but I had no love for that dude.

Anyway, Chi-Chi was still squintin' at me with an ample amount of visual annoyance apparent in her eyes. The heat of her stare left my rich ass feelin' like I was an expensive ass gingerbread cookie baking under the intense fires of a modded up Easy Bake Oven, but.. yeah I wasn't a cookie, I was Yamcha, the most based Chinese-nigga in the world.

I nodded at my own mental statement, prompting Chi-Chi to raise a brow and look at me as if something was wrong with me, but I mean, that was and never would be the case. Aint NOTHIN wrong with my rich, amazing, ferociously attractive, humble ass!

I nodded again to my own mental statement/compliment, and while doing so, Goku finally reached the door, looking shocked to see me- which I understood. If I was him, I'd be shocked to see a celebrity too.

"Eyyyy, my dude Goku! WUZ! REALLY! GUD! my Chigga!?" I said in a laugh as I slithered passed Chi-Chi like a fresh ass python and went in to give Goku a real-nigga handshake that consisted of knocking that Chiggas fist around then finishing it off normal european handshake.

It was supposed to be cool and casual, but Goku's backwater white-washed ass had to be all awkward about it and barely participate. I gave a real-nigga dap to a flimsy ass palm for 30 seconds for no reason basically, and on top of that, when the whole formage of greeting was finished, that dumbass just awkwardly looked at me like I was the fool in the situation- like I did something wrong... dafuck?

It was nothing to me though. I didn't let it get to me. I knew way back in the day Goku was down to do all kinds of fresh real nigga stuff, like playing rock paper scissors with niggas he was beating the shit out of and stuff-
He was REAL like that, but ever since he settled down and got a family that Chigga walked about like he wasn't about that life- Like he wasn't down or ever been apart of it.. What a fake ass nigga.

I was about to tell him that shit!
but not today.. I didn't want to ruin the day because of his negative ass attitude.

"Ey, so how you been, Goku?"

"I've been good. And yourself?" he answered, then counter-questioned in a pompous tone of voice just seconds before letting out a tiny sigh.

That nigga had the audacity to breathe hard when all I was doing was being nice..
If anything, I was 2 seconds away from smacking the shit out of that nigga..
But I didn't want to do that in front of Chi-Chi, that was disrespectful and I didn't want her to be scared of me or nothin.. She was a coo' girl that I had a bit of history with.. so yeah it was for her... and the fact that I was a humble Chigga that wasn't about to ruin his own day by opening the biggest can of whoop-ass on a backyard bumpkin like Goku.

Nah.. didn't want to ruin my day.
Nor did I want to lose a semi-good friend.
Goku was so lucky that I was a nice guy.

Anyway, I smiled at that dude, nodding a few times before shrugging then answering his question.

"Mehh.. I've been good. I've been kicking ass on my baseball team, making mad stacks of dolla's and shit.. partyin', hookin' up with all kinds of bitches, y'know the usual.."

Chi-Chi scoffed at my language, shaking her head a few times before hoppin' her lazy ass out of the convo and making her way to the back of her home or somethin. It was all good to me, cause she was nothin' but a fuckin' buzzkill honestly.. besides, I knew Goku only acted like a whack ass square only when she was around- he was about to get real with me now.

I smirked at that Chigga, ready to be greeted with real-nigga respect, but all I got instead was a look of disapproval.

I rose my brow for a second then folded my arms, feeling absolutely out of place and uncomfortable.

What was up with the negative ass attitude and the Son house, forreal!?

Goku sighed, shutting his eyes and ultimately cutting his vision from all that was great, humble and holy- which was me.

"Yamcha.. how many times do I have to tell you to watch your language in front of Chi-Chi. You know she doesn't like it when you talk like that."

"PFffft! Y'kno I don't mean half the shit I say! But you know what, it don't even matter! She's a lame anyway brah! Now that she's gone, we can talk how we want to and shit!"

I said it all while laughing as I hopped to give dude a real-nigga hug, but with the swiftness, Goku held up his right arm between us so the real-nigga hug couldn't be completed.. afterward he slowly eased me a few steps back, pausing for a second as he furrowed his brows in.. perhaps annoyance or.. confusion..

". . . What did you call Chi-Chi?" he asked calmly.

My skin chilled after his words... NOT cause I was scared or anything, but because my sleeveless Lil B sweatshirt wasn't providing much warmth or coverage out in the breezy boonies..

"Uhhm.." I started, watching dude slowly ball his fists.

I couldn't breathe.

"Oh FUCK bruh! What time is it?" I questioned, making sure I sounded slightly hysterical. "Man! Bruh! I think I gotta go! I forgot that I left the oven on at my house and I had a date today and stuff! I'll catch you later Goku, gotta fly!"

I called that out a single second before Superman'ing my shit outta there.
I couldn't believe I had forgotten that I had stuff to do that I completely forgot and couldn't remember!

I was out to do that for the rest of my day, and never return to GOku's house ever.

On the Next Chapter of YamChamp- Based Bandit Adventures:

Things will get to the pretty based plot. Thank you Lil B.