Damn it how did he get himself into this predicament? Oolong felt like a piece of dry crispy bacon in the boiling sun. To their dumb luck the group had been stranded with no dino caps and no vehicles. After taking the boat as far as it could go this left them with the option of crossing the desert on foot.
Oolong looked ahead at Rikku who seemed to have an endless supply of energy. The heat didn't seem to bother her which annoyed him.
"I gave up my cloud to walk with you guys The least you could do is keep up." That statement annoyed Bulma.
"Just remember, you're not a city kid. You're used to the wilderness Rikku, I'm not. I should be pampered." Whimpering Bulma collapsed to her knees wanting to break down. When she stared out in the distance the desert looked endless with no sign of life. "My gosh it's enormous."
"I know" Oolong stated looking around at the numerous rock figures. "I keep getting this feeling we're being watched. It's giving me the creeps."
"oh I can't stand it I'm going crazy!" Bulma plopped on her butt and began to scramble around crying. "I want a bath I need air conditioning I hate being stranded in the middle of no where with nothing!"
Rikku giggled a little at Bulma's antics. "I think she's cranky. She could use a nap." Much to her joy Bulma had done just that cradling herself under the shade of one of the large rock formations. Oolong laid back putting his hat over his eyes. Rikku's stomach rumbled making her pout. "I'm getting hungry."
Oolong's nervous statement had been right on track. Staring through binoculars was a flying blue cat named Puar. She was the comrade of the infamous Yamcha, the desert bandit. "Victims, perfect." Rushing inside the headquarters Puar informed him of their new prey. Yamcha was a tall with long bushy black hair trailing down his back giving him a rough renegade look.
"Master, We've got victims!"
"About time, We've been dry since that caravan a month ago."
"Yes this should perk us up. Oh but there is one thing. One of the victims is a young girl."
"Young girl huh," Yamcha made a dash to the top of his headquarters and peered for himself. "Hmmm not to worry she's just a youngling. She won't be any distraction to me."
"That's right it's only girls your age that you fear." grunting a little Yamcha nodded and slid his sword out of it's hilt admiring the glint.
"Keep that information to yourself my friend. It's time for us to end our drought."
Oolong rubbed his stomach. "Oh man I'm starving."
"Me too, I'm gonna go find us some food." Rikku stood up looking around. She sniffed the air then grinned looking back at him. "Do you like bacon?
Oolong squealed angrily his face right up to hers as he yelled. "WHAT ARE YOU BRAIN DEAD!"
The whir of an aircar breaks the tension. "What is that?" Rikku narrowed her eyes trying to make out the shadowy shape. Oolong was twitching nervously at her side his hands gripping his ears.
"Oh this is bad, we're done for!"
Yamcha's smile got bigger and bigger the closer he got to his target. He wasn't sure how much he would get out of this group considering they were wandering the desert alone with no vehicle. Skidding his bike to a stop he flips in the air landing in front of the young girl and her piglet friend. "Greetings, I am Yamcha master of the land you trespass upon."
"Me too, It's my land too!" Puar jumps from the bike hiding at Yamcha's side with a confident grin on her face.
"You needn't fear me just hand over you money and any capsules you may have on you possession. Do this and I'll let you wander free."
