Oookay…
Since the server isn't being so gay anymore, I've gotten quite a bit of encouragement coming through to continue this story. So here I go with the next chapter. Target: Yamcha! Ever wonder what the REAL reason was for Kami sending the Z-Fighters away from the Lookout? Let's see what happens when Yamcha has too much to drink, insults two of his friends, AND gives some booze to Puar, shall we?
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It had been rough, training to fight the Saiyans. First, they had discovered how strong the Saiyans really were, only to be shocked at the revelation that the two Saiyans were at least twice as strong as the one's they'd faced. Maybe even stronger. So they'd begun training with major intensity.
Now it was their last week on the Lookout before they'd be sent to train on their own, and Yamcha was dead set on having an end of training party. So, being the genius that he was, he'd gone and bought some beer. By the time the midnight had come, Yajirobi was already passed out drunk, Yamcha was well on his way, and like an idiot, Yamcha had given some to Puar to try. Krillin and Tien were glad they'd decided to stay sober, especially given Yamcha's drunken rants, which they found to be quite entertaining. Until…
"Hey Tien," Yamcha slurred out, "can you even grow hair? Or would it get in that UGLY third eye of yours?"
Tien felt himself bristle slightly at the insult, but paid it no mind. Yamcha was drunk, after all. Yamcha then set his sights on Krillin.
"Hey, baldie, what's it like being a dateless loser?"
Once again, the comment was ignored. The guy was drunk, after all. 'But that still stings,' Krillin thought.
Yamcha continued his drunken insults on the two until he was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. They all turned to look and saw…
"BULMA?!"
"Impossible!"
"How'd she get up here?"
Yamcha, overlooking the fact that this was next to impossible, sauntered over to her and put his arms around her waist. "Hey babe, what say we get out of here, just the two of us?"
Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled. "What about Puar?" she asked.
Krillin scratched the back of his head. That wasn't Bulma's voice. It sounded too high pitched.
Yamcha, obviously not noticing, returned the smile. "Forget Puar; let's talk about me and you."
Bulma's smiling face dissolved into a scowl. "Alright," she yelled in a high-pitched, squeaky voice, "THAT'S IT!!"
A puff of smoke appeared and where once stood Bulma was a very angry Puar. "I knew it!" she cried. I knew you liked her better. And after all we've been through together!" Puar gave a low growl and latched herself onto Yamcha's face.
"GAAAH! GET HER OFF, GET HER OFF!" Yamcha began dancing around, trying desperately to pull the enraged cat off his face. Krillin and Tien watched with amusement as he began to run laps around the Lookout, screaming for someone to liberate his poor face.
After the fourth lap, Puar ranting all the while, Tien turned to Krillin. "Think we should help him?"
Yamcha made another lap around, and they heard Puar scream, "…And you always leave your dirty underwear all over the house! I constantly have to clean up after you, you unappreciating drunken…" After that, the rest of the rant was lost, as the two ran once again out of earshot.
Krillin smiled. "Nah. I say we just sit back and enjoy the show."
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That's it for this chapter. I didn't know whether Puar was actually a male or female, so I just kinda picked. What'd you think? I AM still taking requests, so let me know if you've got any.