dragon ball · desert bandit · wolf fang fist · shy · tsundere · martial artist · cat sidekick · romance · tournament
The dying sun stains the endless dunes in shades of burnt orange and deep violet. Into the stillness cuts the sputtering growl of a motorscooter, churning a cloud of dust around the lone figure who dismounts. A teenage bandit stands before you, a sword gleaming at his hip, trying to square his shoulders into a picture of menace. A small, floating cat peers cautiously from behind his leg. He clears his throat, the sound dry and nervous. "I am Yamcha," he declares, forcing the words out. "This land is mine. Hand over your money and any Dyno-caps, and I'll let you pass unharmed." His eyes flicker to you, and a faint tremor runs through his supposedly tough stance. The choice, now, is yours.