Hello,




this is again a fanfic by Vegeta. I'm a huge Vegeta fan myself. I only have one question:




Are there any fanfictions here that aren't about Vegeta?




I also really enjoy reading fanfiction like that. Maybe you have a suggestion for me?


OK, now I wish you a lot of fun with my fanfiction. You will definitely like it.






Vegeta rode through the loneliness of the night. He had a cowboy hat on his head that was way too big for him. The trees rushed past him. Mosquitos often got in his eyes. But he didn't mind.


The sun was slowly peeking out from behind the mountains. You could see smoke signals. Vegeta gave his stallion a hard kick with his boots. Immediately the horse ran faster. Vegeta sat like a real jockey on the horse.


The city could gradually be seen behind the hills.

Loud screams could be heard from the drawing room. Two men flew out of the drawing room in a high arc.


"And don't show up any more!" a voice called after them.


The two men stood up. They patted their pants. "We want our money back!" they shouted with their fists raised.


Vegeta galloped into town. Startled, the two men turned to look at him. Vegeta grinned down at her from his horse.


"What's up?" asked he. The two men looked at Vegeta.


"What kind of guy is that?" they asked.


"But you have beautiful curls." said Vegeta sarcastically. Then the men looked at each other. They still had their hairdresser's robes on. Then they turned red.


"It's all his fault." they said. The two of them pointed to a fat man in the drawing room who had a fancy mustache. He was just snipping his clients' hair.


Vegeta got off his horse.

"So." he said. "I'll give you my opinion." Vegeta walked slowly into the salon. He pulled his cowboy hat a little further to make it look more dangerous. He opened the gnarled door with a loud roar. Startled by the noise, all eyes were now on him. The master hairdresser stopped cutting. The piano player stopped playing. Everything was dead quiet. Vegeta looked around the room carefully. He saw loads of men getting their hair cut. One had curls, the next a pot hairstyle. They all looked too weird. Vegeta pushed his hat back a little. For Vegeta the case was clear. The hairdresser put his customers all over the top. No wonder. This town was full of these villains. Startled, the hairdresser dropped the scissors. Vegeta walked slowly towards him. He looked deep into the hairdresser's eyes. Then he went slowly to the window. It was just filthy. Vegeta raised a finger and brushed it through the dirt on the window.Little by little you could see an "S" and then an "A". Then you saw an "L". After the "L" you saw an "O". Another "O" came out. The customers opened their eyes wide. Then you saw an "N". They all blew their hats in the air with joy.


"Hey guys!" shouted one. "This isn't a saloon at all. It's a saloon!" everyone was enthusiastic. Again the music began to play loudly. Much louder than before. The men danced on the tables. They destroyed all the hairdressing chairs that were in this room. Satisfied Vegeta ran out of the room. Flattering words were shouted after him. Then vegeta opened the gnarled door again and disappeared from the saloon. The two men looked at him in complete amazement.


"That is exactly the right one!" said one of the two. The other nodded in agreement.


"You are the perfect sheriff for our town!" they called. Vegeta grinned.


"No." he said. "I don't want to become your master."He got his horse and sat on the saddle.




I'll write the sequel tomorrow. How did you like the story? I want to hear a lot of comments from you, otherwise I won't write any further.