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YamChamp
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Based Bandit Adventures

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

Chapter 4.
Not Chillin with Krillin...

It was a new day and with it began wit me and my fresh ass going shopping for some new amazing ass gear that would make me look richer and more attractive than I already was.
I was in the Chinese-Urban Outfitters already wearing the gator-suit I spoke of the other day because I felt like wearing it and knew I'd look like a goddamn millionaire if I wore it.
Anyway, I was pacing around the store as I listened to the area play a track of Micki Ninaj's classic album containing the song Ba Ba Boom, carefully eyeing their new shipments and stock, checking out all the green ass gear they had that I knew would make me look fucking amazing as I bobbed my head to the music.
People would often talk shit about Micki Ninaj and how they think her music was garbage, but I had to disagree. That bitch had some hot ass tracks that would have me twerkin- But I don't mean that in a gay way. There's nothing gay about twerking. AT ALL.
That shit took a person of drive, professionalism, and a perfect booty too, and luckily I was the holder of all three of those positive qualities. After all, I did hit the gym a lot and did squats for days so yeah..
All in all, Micki Ninaj was dope and had music I could twerk and fuck a bitch to.

I nodded to my own mental statement, knowing there was nothing but truth to that shit- after all I never lied ever when it came to telling the truth. Shit would be way counter-productive if I did that, so yeah..

"Excuse me sir, you finding everything alright?"

I looked over my shoulder of perfectly sculpted muscle and the glistening gator skin of my suit only to see some redheaded girl in hippie clothes raise a brow and send a look of concern my way. I sent the same look to her before glancing back in front of me, noticing how my ass unconsciously travelled in front of a rack of folded clothes and fabrics of various colors.

"Oh shit.." I let out in a surprised yet very smooth tone cause my voice was amazing and sounded like an orchestra of angels singing. "Uhm.. ya'll got some new J's?, I'm tryna look fresh as hell today, but I kinda wandered in not knowing what how fresh I wanted to be, y'know?"

The lass cupped her chin and nodded. "Hmm, I think so.. Are you literally trying to be fresh as hell, or perhaps fresh to death?"

It was my turn to cup my chin. "hm.. I'm not sure.."

"Well where are you headed?"

I rose a brow, folding my arms this time. "Well.. that's the thing.. I don't know.."

"Well determining on where you go, you should then decide how you wanna dress."

She had a point, and it was only when she stated it that I realized something..
Even though I was stuttin' in Chinese-Urban outfitters in my gator suit, I had nothing to do today. Bulma and I had broken up, I wasn't fuckin with Goku at all because I knew if I was around that Chigga any longer I'd beat his ass, and I pretty much hated everyone else...
What the fuck was there to do?

As I curled my brows and spaced out in thought, however, not even a second into barely thinking, I felt my cellphone vibrate from within the trouser pocket of rich ass suit hitting against my toned as all hell upper left leg. Feeling that, I immediately pulled my phone from my pocket, unlocking it, then answering it.

"Ni hao mutherfucker, wus really gud?"

"Y-Yamcha? Oh wow, I didn't think you'd actually answer. Whats going on buddy?!"

I cringed, my body went numb and my spine almost immediately leaped from out of my super muscular, toned and defined back when the nasily, croak-y tone of voice only Krillins dumbass would have, sounded and damn near bursted my eardrums.

"Dear lord Kami, why?" I groaned to myself as I shut my eyes and immediately went to soothe my perfect ass lids that protected them. "..Krillin.. how'd you get my number?"

"Huh? Uh well Tien gave it to me. I asked him for it cause I realized this morning that I have everyone in the groups number but yours."

"Yeah.. I know.."

"Oh you know huh? Well it might've been a mistake and stuff, or you just forgot to ask me for my number, or you forgotten that I had a cellphone and stuff-"

"Yeah sure. What do you want? Is there an emergency?.. ! Does Roshi need me?"

"Huh? O-oh no, I just wanted to see what's up man. And also, cause it's the weekend, I wanted to know what your plans were-"

"My plans are always to fuck bitches, get money and stay fly, Nigga."

"O-O-oh! Y-Yeah that's right, how could I have forgotten! Hahah!"

I groaned as I had to endure listening to that bum-ass chigga's stupid ass laugh. It always sounded like a prepubecent fat kid giggling as he choked on cake and soap...
It just sounded weird.

"So hey buddy, you downtown?"

"...yeess... whyy?"

I had drawn out those words as I had groaned once again, but also grew cautious. I knew this whack ass chigga wanted something from me and I wasn't down to give it bruh.

"Oh! Neat! I'm downtown too! Hey maybe we can hang out together!? Ha- When's the last time you and I really hung out together? When we trained back at Roshi's a long time ago? Yeah I think I'm right. Ha, we haven't hung out since way back when.. that's weird right? That was like-"

"5 years ago. I know."

"Heh..heh.. yeah.. well, anyway! I'm downtown, where are you at?"

"Tch! It don't even matter where I'm at, bruh! Were probably in different Hercule cities!" I snapped, getting annoyed at the fact that I was talking to that dumbass for more than 2 minutes and that Tien's dumbass gave Krillin my number.

I knew after the phonecall I was gonna fade that chigga's dumbass then drop kick his ass in his freaky ass third eye when I saw'im on sight. And I was deadass about that!

"Ha, well what city are you in?"

I glared, pulling back my phone so I could look at it for a few seconds before bringing it back to my perfect left ear bedazzled with the hottest diamond encrusted ice.

"...I'm in West Hercule City bruh.."

"OH NEAT! I-I'm here too! Oh boy! Now we can really hang out!"

"No! No we can't! I'm busy Krillin!"

"What're you doing?"

"Shopping nigga! Damn!"

"Are you in Chinese-Urban Outfitters?"

" ! H-Hell no!" I lied, readying to leave the establishment.

I couldn't though, as not even five steps into my walking near the exit of the place, I saw Krillin's dumbass walk up to the door- Smiling from lopsided ear to lopsided ear the moment those dumbass automatic doors opened.

"Yamcha! So you are here!"

His eyes twinkled and glistened as bright as that chigga's bald head usually would when he was under the sun as he said that, flattering and yet disgusting me at the same time...

I mean.. I understood it when people marveled at my presence and went weak in the knees when my beautiful rich ass walked into a room.. but goddamn.. I wished ugly chigga's like Krillin would stay at home when I went outside, just so I wouldn't be burdened to look, listen or speak to that dude..

I sighed, hanging up my cellphone, easing it back into my pocket and resting the tips of my perfectly moisturized and manicured fingers atop my amazing ass forehead, trying to ease the inner pulsing that ached me the longer I looked at Krillin.. granted the pain was never soothed..

"What the hell do you want Krillin?"

"Huh? Well like I said! We could hang out!" he let out, putting his own phone into his pocket.

I glared noticing how he put his phone into his own left pocket, just seconds after I already did the same thing..

...

..

The thing I hated more than Krillin was copycat ass, no-brain havin' mimicking chiggas that were ugly as hell. And the fact that Krillin was all of that AND himself just made things worse for that nigga.

I hated him. Plain and simple.

"..Uh.. Yamcha?" his stupid ass called out, blinking twice just to show how confused he was towards my harsh glare and ongoing silence.

I wanted to smack the shit out of him, but I couldn't bear to do it..
I was in public and I didn't want the girl working in the store to call the police on me. No doubt because I'm a celebrity, handsome and hubb' as fuck those cops would find any reason to throw my ass in jail. And I wasn't about that.. granted if I was in jail I know I'd run the fuck outta that place, but yeah.. no.. I wasn't about that..
I didn't want my reputation as a rich ass, amazing baseball player, role model, and full time freelance model-model damaged.

"Yam?"

"Don't call me that.."

"Oh sorry.." he quickly apologized, knowing if he didn't I'd beat his ass. "Soo uh, wanna look for some new threads? Heh heh, get some new gear eh?"

"Shut the fuck up Krillin.."

"Oh.. okay sorry.."

"I was just leavin, so yeah we can't hang out." I made clear, beginning to march out of the establishment.

"R-Really? Well where're you goin' now?"

"None of your business.."

"Is it Jamba Juice? Maybe Starbucks? The movies? The Arcade?"

"Bitch I'm a grown ass man! 'the fuck I look like goin' to the movies and the Arcade? Especially wit' you?" I asked, raising my manly ass voice as I paused in midstep.

The answer was either a gay man or a pedophile.
AND. I. DIDNT. FUX. WITH. THAT. BRUUUH.

"S-Sorry Yamcha.. Uhm.. Oh I know! You wanna go to the gym and meet up with Tien? When I spoke to him he said he was there with Chiaotzu!"

I squinted...
Even though I didn't want to go anywhere with Krillin, I knew meeting up with my chigga Tien meant good things.. besides, I hadn't spoke to him in a while and I wanted to beat that bitch's ass for giving Krillin my number..
Plus working out at the gym and getting more swole didn't seem like a bad idea..

"Yamcha?"

"Alright.. lets swerve nigga."

"eee! You called me your nigga!" he let out elated, jumping in place.

I rolled my eyes and swaggered out of the store, feeling fresh as hell despite Krillin's lame ass followin' me.

On the Next Chapter of YamChamp- Based Bandit Adventures:

Things will get pretty super fuckin swole based. Thank you Lil B.