TRIGUN
Volume 2, Chapter 1
Deep Space Planet Future Gun Action by: Yasuhiro Nightow
Translation by: Shadowslash
For translator’s notes and disclaimers see
Trigun Volume
1.0.
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#8
if there's control anywhere in this crazy situation, it's not
located on the bridge. even though BDN is off cornering Vash,
there's little the crew can do to fix the mess he left behind.
the "Flourish" has been pushed to a speed that
something so big should never hit. yes, there are brakes, but
touching them is still tantamount to death . oh, and there's a
huge canyon at the end of the road, too.
Crewman 1- Engine temperature is buried in the red.
Crewman 2- The hull's starting to scream.
so're the people…
Crewman 1- aaaaaAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
Captain- Calm down! All we can do now is trust Him!
'him' of course, being Vash. when last we left Our Valiant Hero,
he was looking down the unlucky end of a scarily large number of
automatic guns---
-8-
---and they all start firing. Vash never bats an eye as,
fortunately, only the wall behind him gets riddled with bullets,
nevermind that those bullets batter a distressingly close outline
of his entire body.
TRIGUN #8 DUELISTS
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more and more bullets pound into the wall and shells ping to
the floor in a solid rain. but Vash doesn't move, standing still
as a stone, eyes staring straight ahead without a hint of fear.
of a sudden, the firing stops, dwindling to soft clicks as the
Mooks re-load their guns. the hail does not resume. puffing on
another of his sparkler-cigarettes, BDN surveys his handiwork
with amusement.
BDN- heh. heh. heh. heh. Not bad man, not bad at all! Even after
all that you're still not afraid of dying?
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a voice echoes through a handy speaking-tube.
Mook- Boss! We found 'im. It's the kid.
the same voice rings tinnier through Vash's earring, accompanied
by the sound of a small body hitting a wall.
Mook- C'mon! Stand up!
BDN- Looks like you've reached the end of your rope, pal.
That you got this far with such a jury-rigged team ain't nothing
to sneeze at, but....
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BDN-… unfortunately life don't always turn out so
beautifully in the end. Pity.
*click* back comes the hammer on BDN's shiny
gun…
BDN- Later, pal.
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*click* goes the hammer on another gun, this one aimed at BDN
by … a Mook?
Mook Who's Not A Mook- That's far enough.
BDN- ……… What the hell are you doing?
Mook Who's Not A Mook- Really, this isn't a hobby of ours or
anything, it just appeared to be the most effective way of
gaining your attention. Meryl Strife, Bernardelli Insurance
Society. Some people call me Derringer Meryl.
Real Mook- No way is some little girlie gonna get--- YIPE!!
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wh-CHUNK CHUNK
two large stun-gun bolts make an impressive array of cracks in
the steel wall. please remember Meryl did say "our".
wisely, the Mooks stay put.
Millie- uhm, hi! I'm Millie Thompson. Aaah, lessee, 'Stungun
Millie' is a good name to call me, I guess.
Meryl- We'll let you escape today because we are running short on
time. Now, if you could act like a responsible and peace-keeping
adult, it would be good of you to deal with this ship's dilemma
post-haste, Mr. Vash the Stampede.
Mooks- WHAT?!!
whoops. didn't you guys know you were trying to kill the most
famous unkillable outlaw in history? guess you do now…
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SCREEEEEEEEECRUUNCH
oh… just a not-so-friendly reminder from your neighborhood
Fate emphasizing Meryl's point. the "Flourish" careens
into the canyon wall, rocking all the decks like an earthquake.
Mooks aplenty go tumbling, all thoughts of who is or is not
shooting who going tumbling right along with them.
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those in the ballroom, however, are unfortunate enough to be
normal people. they tumble, slide, roll, and even fly into those
nearest them, the rocking "Flourish" shaking them like
dice in a cup.
-16-
of course, two people manage to weather the confusion without
losing their feet, or their heads. BDN and Vash face off, guns at
the ready.
BDN- hmph. Looks like time really is getting tight. We're going
too damn fast for the hull to hold out much longer. ……
I've got something I wanna ask you, about that city everyone says
you wiped out-- July. Even though the place was completely
wrecked, nobody found any corpses. Why?
Vash- Don't tell me you had relatives there too?
BDN- Shut 'cher mouth. That ain't got anything to do with it,
just answer the question. Did you do it…?
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…rubble scattered everywhere not one thing intact…
…twisted metal and broken stone reaching for a harsh
sun…
…one man stands alone wrapped in a tattered cloak,
staring…
Vash- …I'm sorry. I don't remember anything but the mountain
of debris.
Mook- Hey! What the hell kind of answer is that, you--
BDN- Butt out. All of you. This is my fight.
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Vash- If I win, will you stop this ship?
BDN- Done deal. You rats hear that?
Mooks- Y-yessir!
a duel it is! no need to ask what BDN gets if he wins. if he
does, Vash won't be around to argue with whatever he picks.
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but a narrow interior hallway is not the best of staging
grounds. much better is the outer observation deck, where
everyone can watch. what's a proper duel without witnesses
aplenty?
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Passenger- It's a duel!
Mook- Everyone! On the lower deck, Boss BDN and Vash the Stampede
are gonna fight it out for the fate of the ship!
Steamer Security Chief- !! Win it, Vash the Stampede!
BDN- …… It's cliché, but when this coin hits the deck,
start shooting.
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BDN- Got it?
time slows, everyone on the ship-Meryl and Millie, the Captain
and all the Crewmen, all the passengers, Kaito--- as one they
hold their breath, watching the flash as the coin flips up in the
air…
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…and the ship hits a ledge, jouncing everything. people
and rocks go willy-nilly. even Vash and BDN are hard pressed to
keep their feet.
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but even among falling rocks the size of a person and larger,
neither duelist takes their eyes off the coin. the soft clink as
it hits the floorboards sounds loud as a thundercrack.
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BDN crouches and fires immediately, though not with the dinky
pistol he had before. both of his huge, gaudy shoulder… er,
pad-ornament-thingies… conceal guns which he uses with
skill.
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unfortunately for him, Vash does a better job of using the
still-falling rocks as cover. weaving through them dexterously,
Our Athletic Hero manages to keep at least one boulder between
him and BDN. then, he ducks behind one particularly large rock
and doesn't come out the other side…
-26-
…rolling with the boulder's trajectory for at least a
little space. the Colt Longshot is poised and aimed before the
rock is out of the way, a perfect shot lined right up…
-27-
...which Vash takes the instant the boulder rolls clear. BDN's
two hidden guns fly to fragments, and blood flies from the
bullet-wound in his right forearm.
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oh, don't forget that Our Masochistic Hero is doing all of
this with that gunshot wound from who knows how long ago. now he
pays the price for those fancy maneuvers, falling to the deck
with an unhealthy splat.
Mook- !? Double K.O.?
but BDN is still capable of shooting with his left hand, firing
one more time. not at Vash, though. …at the rock falling
towards the incapacitated blond.
BDN- Stupid bastard. What'd you expect, dancin' around like a
damned acrobat when you've already got a hole in your gut.
Mook- Why didn't you finish him off, boss?
BDN- Shaddap! All he did was rip open something he got before. I
never hit him.
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Mook- ! …… Boss, you're getting soft. You've been
saving those heavy Dynamos for just…
BDN- Feh. It's like I've always said-- things always shine
brightest when two men of like minds come together.
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wahoo, Vash wins the duel! so now they can put on the brakes
and everything will be all hunky-dory, right? wroooo~~~~ng
Crewman- Captain! Captain, we have a problem! During the first
attack, the pressure regulator valve was damaged, so now the
internal pressure in the boiler is increasing exponentially.
Putting on the brakes now would be suicidal! It could cause the
hull to explode!
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Millie- My goodness. I thought that time we were goners for sure,
Sempai!
Meryl- Sweaty-gross suits. A sandsteamer that's going to explode.
The Bad Lad Gang. Vash the Stampede. They may say "it's all
part of the job", but honestly I doubt you'd find any of
this on a typical office girl's resume. That does it. This calls
for some special first-aid. I'm gonna splurge and get that Prada
purse.
heh, Fate's not done yet, hon. she's on a roll…
Crewman- CAPTAIN, WE'VE GOT ANOTHER PROBLEM!!!
Captain- So right before the boiler overheats, we're going to
completely lose control?!
Millie- O.O !!
Meryl- -_-;;; …and an
Epipy, and a NCM…
geez, what else could go wrong...? put simply, a whole list of things. read on to find out just what...
Continued in Volume 2, Chapter 2