Yamcha and Puar took another route which led them to a trail in which he had a
hunch he'd find the little girl who was missing. As the motorcycle sped along,
he found himself thinking of another girl-- Bulma. She was the prettiest girl
he'd ever seen. Her silky soft blue hair outlined her beautiful face-- a face
that just begged to be kissed. As he thought of the blue-haired beauty, his face
flushed causing Puar to stare at him strangely. The Desert Bandit finally
noticed his pet cat was looking at him like he had lobsters coming out of his
ears. He regained his composure and asked Puar to keep a look out for the Ox
King's daughter.
Puar asked Yamcha, as she was examining the Dragonballs, what exactly did one do
with a Dragonball. Yamcha shrugged and said he would beat the answer out of the
little, purple-haired girl and the monkey boy if he had to. The rest of the trip
was spent in silence as Yamcha contined to think of Bulma. He wasn't sure, but
he thought she still liked him-- even after he kidnapped the girl. Who was that
girl? Was she a relation of Bulma's. A sister? A neice? A daughter? A daughter!?
Yamcha completely dismissed that from his mind. Bulma was too young to have a
daughter Rina's age. She was sixteen; same age as he was.
Yamcha was brought out of his daydreams by a little black-haired girl running
faster than his motorcycle was going! As Yamcha was deciding if the little girl
was the Ox King's daughter, Puar almost deafened him by screaming into his ear.
"Puar! What's gotten into you?" Yamcha asked before turning his head
and seeing the reason for Puar screaming. The biggest dinosaur he'd ever seen
barrelling down upon them.
"Yamcha!! Put the petal to the metal!" Puar shouted into his ear
again. Yamcha winced before twisting his hand around the gas control causing the
motorcycle to speed up to 110 mph. The little girl was still running up ahead of
them. How could a little girl run so fast?! Just before the motorcycle was about
five feet from her, the little girl stopped. Yamcha slammed on the brakes
causing the motorcycle to turn onto its side, propelling him and Puar down into
a ditch.
The little girl put her hands upto her helmet causing a blast of energy to be
emitted from it. The energy was headed straight for the dinosaur and connected
with it's head. After the smoke cleared, on the ground laid one dinosaur sans a
head. "Hmmph! That'll teach that ol' lizard to chase me!" The little
girl was basking in her victory when it suddenly occured to her that a cute boy
on a motorcycle was chasing her too. "I wonder what happened to him?"
She asked aloud as she saw the motorcycle tracks leading to a big ditch. She
gasped and ran over to the ditch to find the dishelved form of a very handsome
young man and mangled blue form she thought was a cat.
"Are you okay down there?" She asked nervously.
"Yeah," Yamcha moaned as his back cracked very loudly when he tried to
sit up. "Who are you?"
"I'm Chi-Chi," she giggled as she blushed. Yamcha facevaulted as he
realized that the little girl was making eyes at him. Puar whispered into his
ear that the Ox King's daughter was named Chi-Chi.
"Then you're just what I've been looking for," Yamcha grunted as he
stood up. "Your father sent us to retrieve you along with Master Roshi,"
he smiled sweetly as he lied through his teeth.
"My tousan . . . sent someone to find me?" Chi-Chi asked quietly.
"Yes, little one. He's really worried about you," Puar said as she
floated up to the little girl.
"Oh, papa," the little girl cried out as tears began to fall from her
face. "I was beginning to think he didn't care about me anymore."
Yamcha's heart-strings were being pulled as the little girl wept. He leapt up
from the ditch, as best he could, and knelt down to the child.
"It's okay, Chi-Chi. He does care," he said just before Chi-Chi fell
into his arms. The Desert Bandit's face turned twelve shades of purple as the
little girl wrapped her tiny arms around him as best she could and held on for
dear life. 'Why is it never easy?' He thought as he looked over at Puar who was
giggling up a storm.