in the mountains we go

[SARU]

Today's breeze was cool. Oh yeah, it felt rather great outside. Walking over these peaceful, solemn roads that whispered with the secrets that were hidden among them, the young tike strutted across the lightly dusty roads with a gaze as blank as the skies above him. In the horizon a roar could be felt echoing from one of the many treacherous beasts that resides deep in the mountains, gods among animals is what they were, and away is where they would stay, for now.

Gallivanting across the bridge that led to the other side of the mountain he sought to go to, the kid's pack bounced as he trekked enthusiastically over the old wood. The bridge wobbled and shook like it was suppose to but he disregarded all of these things and made it across in a sprint.

CREEEEEK--KUHPSSH!!

"OH!" His sense thickened, his anxiety bashed anxiously agaianst his rib cage.

Only a moment after stepping off the bridge, before both his feet could fully touch the ground no less, the old, rugged bridge collapsed. "Oh"Watching the rope tear and rip as the bridge flailed across the wide open space, leaving him absent of a way to walk back across, Momotarō stared out into the deep blackness that lead to a bustling river of water down below.

"Great... The bridge broke," he said sarcastically, still looking down.

[Yamcha]

Focused as ever Yamcha found himself climbing the face of a tall earth wall which was directly across from another, he was in a canyon of sorts with a river below. Just one of the few things he did to train. Puar calmly attached to his back, sleeping, Yamcha would merely stay focused with the task at hand. It was quite a feat for a human, after all he was using only his upper body strength to climb, leaving his feet just to dangle.

Half way up the face of the earthen wall he glanced over his right shoulder upon hearing an odd noise. As such he'd see the bridge of the canyon begin to fall, it had broken somehow. And the causer of such slight disaster was some small figure at one side where the bridge used ta start. "What a fucking idiot!"

[/color] Shaking his head he decided he'd rob the boy or something. With this he'd push himself from his climb and begin to fly, to which would startle Puar and cause her to begin flying as well, though with a nod from Yamcha she'd take the form of a flying reptile, the fiercest thing she could think of at the moment. Nearing the boy Yamcha pulled out his Ray Gun and pointed it at the boy. "Leave all of your valuables on the ground and walk away. You've disturbed my training!"[/color]
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[SARU]

This was derp-fail moment if ever there was one. Staring up at the skywalking mugger, his face contorted as he held back the "are-you-fucking-serious" expression that he would usually make in such this situation. He wasn't scared in the least; not only that, he didn't take the guy serious. Like, c'mon, he had a remedial dinosaur-thing flying beside of him as he held out a little ray gun as a threat.

Who's this weird old guy who just popped out of no where?

"Um..." Was all he could manage to say since for a lack of better words he was at a lack for better words. "No?"

Turning away from the man he shook his head, hair fluttering in the wind. Growing up he was always taught to avoid random strangers who spoke to you, and for once, he listen to the life lesson he never followed. Not because it was right, no, he only did so because he was pretty sure he would wind up in a awkward situation that involved the old guy talking his head off about the old days and how he was all that and a bag of chips and dip.

To be honest Momotarō didn't give a damn about the man's past, hence why he was avoiding the situation. It was the smartest move he could make. Trudging off, locking his hands behind his topknot, he disregarded the geezer in the sky waving around his gun like an old war vet with flashbacks.

[Yamcha]

His face showed extreme comical shock as his jaw dropped. Had he just been told off by a fucking child? Reaching out with his sensing capabilities he gritted his teeth, the kid was quite a bit stronger than him. What the fuck? The only times where he had seen this were with Goku and Gohan. But, Goku was dead and had no other kids, and Gohan was too young to have a kid this age. Putting his Ray Gun aside he quickly began the process of creating one of his favorite and most useful techniques, the Super Spirit Ball. Focusing he watched as the energy ball grew and grew before he fired it off, aiming it at the kid. But, if he dodged it then he'd merely have it follow the boy. This kid had to be a lackey of Raditz's or something.

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[SARU]

!!

Huh? What's this feel--

Looking back out the corner of his eye he could see, as well as feel, the energy being gathered into the orb that was forming. Gritting his teeth he continued on, awaiting the release of the ki ball.

HERE IT COMES!

Whipping around with incredible speed, the likes of which Yamcha the geezer wouldn't expect, flanked to the side in a flash. It would seem to anyone who witnessed the act that he simply disappeared, but that was not the case.

Planting his foot in the ground as the 'Super Spirit Ball' followed behind him, he winded back, his adrenaline pumped liters through his veins by this point, as it would any kid that bore the genes he possessed. The genes of a lineage of people that Momotarō was ignorant of, the lineage of warriors which he rightfully belonged to, but knew nothing of.

"You want to play games, huh? Try this on for size, chu!"

Shooting a sharp gaze towards Yamcha before cocking back his fit arm, anxiety welling in his chest, he swatted the sphere of ki ball back at the geezar with a commendable intent. His glare was fierce, almost caustic. All other features, besides his eyes, seemed calm and relaxed. A lack of fear was strong within this lad, that was apparent. He was sure that the old guy could detected that much. If he couldn't, he was a fool just like Momotarō thought.

[Yamcha]

Bah, the kid was fast, attempting to keep up with him by moving his middle and index fingers to control his signature technique. Yet this would only meet the kid deflecting the shot, something he should have expected from a Saiyan born brat. Yet, being the controller of the technique he'd halt it before it could hit him, instead moving it aside slightly, it was still prepared to go after the kid. "Who's your dad kid? Raditz? Nappa? Vegeta? WHO?!"

[/color] Sneering slightly he glanced at Puar, who was just flying around above slightly. He had a slim chance of defeating this kid, even after all of his years of training. Why was he so weak?! He thought he was strong enough by now, but clearly he was wrong.
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[SARU]

"My father...?" He grumbled, tightening the grip of his slightly closed fist to a full closed on, his jaws, which were bulging by this point, clenched like the vice of a lobster's claw. A certain rage was invoked within him. It was stupid how people went around all willynilly assuming people had things such as parents, not everyone was as fortunate as others. Momotarō was one of those unfortunate people.

Spitting he shot his fierce gaze back towards Yamcha, "I don't have one. I'm an orphan doomed to live without such a luxury. Now," he said, stomping his right foot, zooming towards Yamcha, cocking back hsi fist as he flew, this hammer of a fist thrust into the maw of the geezer Yamacha.

"Leave me alone, you've pissed me off." He told the man, spitting.