Warnings: PG for a smidgen of content
Pairings: None right now. ;)
Summary: The continuing story of Goku and my made-up character Rina. If you're lost, email me and I'll send out the first parts of this story. :)
Archive: Yes

Kame Sennin-- Here We Come Part II

"Come on, pig! We've gotta catch up with my little sister!!!! If something happens to her, I'm toast!!" Bulma exclaimed as she grabbed Oolong by one of his ears and threw him into the van. Oolong was wondering to himself how he had gotten caught up in this mess when all he wanted was to get the Dragonballs to wish for some underwear. Well, maybe not underwear, but maybe, just maybe someone to keep him company. He had to leave all his beautiful girls behind when he got mixed up with this bunch. Bulma was certainly not any company. She was pretty and all, but that mouth! When she yelled and screamed, she was the ugliest thing he'd ever laid eyes on. And Rina, well, she was just a little girl, but he could tell that she'd grow up to be just as pretty as Bulma. However, where Bulma had her mouth as her main weapon, Rina char-broiled Puar, and Oolong definitely didn't want that to happen to him.
Bulma sat in the back with her chin resting on her hand. She thought of how much trouble her little sister had caused her and how special Rina was. If only one day Rina could know how truly special she was. As her thoughts turned from Rina, they were directed toward Yamcha. He was so handsome, yet so bad. All the boys she had dated were snivelling teenagers who just wanted to get into her pants. But, Yamcha wasn't much different. He did want something from her--- the Dragonballs. 'How could someone so cute be a bandit?' she mused.
As Oolong's van sped along, he noticed that there was a trail of dust ascending a upon them. "Hmm, wonder what that is," he mused as he saw the Desert Bandit's face start to appear thru the cloud. "BULMA!!! We've got company!" The pig shouted as he press his foot to the floor.
"What?" She asked as she looked through the rear-view mirror and saw the handsome face. "Oh, it's Yamcha! He's come back!"
"Are you nuts?! He's come back after us!!!! We gotta high-tail it outta here!" Oolong protested; however, his protest fell on deaf ears as Bulma hung out her window waving wildly as Yamcha and Puar approached on his motorbike. Yamcha took one look at Bulma and lost control of his bike sending him and Puar crashing through some trees. Oolong breathed a sigh of relief while Bulma cursed at his lousy driving. She blamed him for sending Yamcha away.
"Me?! I'm not the one he's afraid of girlie!"
"Afraid?! Are you trying to tell me that luscious hunk of man is afraid of me?!"
"Ding-ding! Tell her what's she won, Johnny!" Oolong said sarcastically. Bulma pulled out her purse from the side of the seat and whopped Oolong in the head with it causing the pig to lose control of the van and sending them spinning through the forest.
"You stupid pig!!! You're gonna kill us all!!!" Bulma shrieked. Oolong quietly cursed Bulma as he tried to regain control of the van as it began to slowing stop spinning. He didn't know what was worse; being chased by Yamcha or having to put up with the big-mouthed girl.
The van stopped its spinning causing Bulma to yell at Oolong to get going so that they could find Rina and Goku, but it was too late. Yamcha had pulled himself, his motorcycle and Puar out of the ditch they landed in and was watching as the van was spinning like a top.
Oolong tried to start the van, but after several futile attempts, he told Bulma they'd have to walk. Bulma hit the roof and began to berate the pig until she heard a familiar laughing over her shoulder.
"Well, well, Oolong, can't start your van, huh? That's too bad. I guess I'll just take these, huh?" Yamcha said before grabbing the Dragonballs from the passenger seat and running before Bulma could even turn around. Yamcha hopped on his bike and sped out of sight before the notion the Dragonballs were gone registered with Bulma and Oolong.
"What just happened?!" Bulma asked with her voice quivering.
"We were robbed!! That's what just happpened!" Oolong shouted before hitting his fists against the steering wheel.
"He. . . he took our Dragonballs!" She stated quietly.
"Yeah, he did, and guess what? Our van won't start!!! He's got the Dragonballs; Goku and Rina are Kami knows where; and we're stuck here!" He yelled at her.
"Don't you dare talk to me that way! It's not my fault your stupid van won't start!"
"Yes, it is. If you hadn't hit me with that lead-lined purse of your's, we wouldn't be in this mess!" Steam flew from Bulma's ears as she began to scream and flail her arms at Oolong as Yamcha and Puar laughed at them hearing Bulma's hissy fit from where they were.
"That was too easy Puar. Too easy," Yamcha boasted.
"Yeah, we just walked up to the van and took them!" The cat laughed.
"Now, on to find the Ox-King's daughter and another Dragonball," Yamcha said before pressing his foot on the gas pedal and speeding along down the path. Yamcha and Puar had been hiding in some trees when the Ox-King told Bulma, Oolong, Rina, and Goku how his daughter had went missing. They took off right after Bulma and Oolong left in the van. It puzzled Yamcha that Rina could fly. Only people with extremely high power levels could fly. He wondered how the little girl got such a high power level when it was obvious she couldn't fight worth a lick.
"Yamcha, we've gotta find that little girl and the monkey boy," Puar said rummaging through the sack.
"Why?"
"They have one of the Dragonballs. The one that has four stars on it."
"Well, little ones, here comes Yamcha!" He exclaimed with a greedy look in his eye. He laughed to himself, 'Just you wait monkey boy and you smart-mouthed girl. I'm coming after you, and when I find you, there'll be hell to pay!'