Triclaw

Future Family History
by ProjectSeeds


Disclaimer: Trigun is copyright Yasuhiro Nightow / Shonen Gaho-Nha, 
Tokuma Shoten, JVC and licensed in the United States by Pioneer. I, 
regretfully, do not share in the legal rights to the aforementioned 
works. I am merely a humble fanfiction writer who wishes to continue the 
greatest legend of all time. That of Vash the Stampede - the Humanoid 
Typhoon.

Author's Note: Triclaw is a feline Furry tale based on the anime/manga 
series Trigun.

*_Chapter One_*

She came into town on the bus, her blond hair blowing behind her in the 
crisp autumn wind that made patterns in her tawny fur. Her coat showed 
signs of wear from the long journey she'd endured. She perked her ears 
and listened for news of the one she had travelled so far to meet.

Those who encountered her would tell any cat that she had the agility of 
a cat, the speed of a demon, and the marksmanship of a nearsighted monkey.

She was practicing when she heard the yowl. "Shit." she muttered, 
hurrying over to the blond cat who lie unmoving in the middle of the 
road. "Hey! Come on! Damn it. Whoever you are. You can't be dead. Mom'll 
kill me. I was supposed to come back here to improve my aim and that's 
it. I can't have killed someone. Damn it."

She put her face in her hands and began to cry.

"Hey, it's all right." The blonde cat told her, as he got to his feet, 
and brushed off his tawny fur. "Really. See. You just surprised me so 
much that I didn't see that stone that was lying in the road and I, 
well, I tripped. But I'm fine. See?" He posed for her so that she could 
see he hadn't been shot. "Tell you what, though. Given your skills, I'd 
feel a lot safer if you aimed you gun right at me."

"Oh, I know I'm horrible." the girl wailed. "I'm a disgrace to the 
family. You'd think that the great- great-great granddaughter of the 
legendary Vash the Stampede could aim a gun. But, no. I'm the worst 
gunwoman of my time. I'm utter crap when it comes to marksmanship. 
Undeserving of the name Vashworthy."

"V - Vashworthy? My Grand- granddaughter?" Vash the Stampede keeled over 
on the spot. He lie there for a while with his nose twitching and a 
rather dumb expression etched upon his feline face.

About ten minutes later, Miss Vashworthy was drinking tea in a small 
diner with Vash when Meryl, a smallish white furred she-cat arrived with 
her partner, Millie, a tall and cheerful calico.

"Hi, girls." Vash waved.

Meryl glared at Miss Vashworthy.

Miss Vashworthy seemed to be studying Meryl. For a long moment, no one 
spoke.

"Oh wow! You look nothing like your picture Great-great-great Grandma 
Meryl!" Miss Vashworthy suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

"Just who are you calling Grandma?!" Meryl shouted. "I'm not an old 
woman and I'm not even married. So how the hell am I supposed to be your 
grandmother?"

"I'm from the future." Miss Vashworthy explained. "My name is Elaine 
Vashworthy."

"She came all the way back her so I could give her lessons on how to aim 
a gun." Vash said around a donut. "She's a really bad shot."

"You bet I am," Elaine agreed. "And that simply will not do. Not with my 
being the great-great-great granddaughter of the legendary gunman, Vash 
the Stampede."

"Just a minute," Millie interrupted. "But didn't you just say that Meryl 
was your great-great-great grandmother?"

Elaine nodded.

"Then that means..."

Meryl and Vash suddenly realized what it meant. For the longest time, 
they gazed, nose to nose, into each other's eyes. Then, Vash broke out 
into raucous laughter while Meryl insisted there was no way she'd ever 
marry an idiot like him.

"Let's get some practice in." Vash suggested leading Elaine out of the 
diner.

Vash lined up a few cans and fired off a few shots. Each hit its target 
dead on center. Then he lined up a few more.

Elaine fired a few shots. They went wide, each missing the target. She 
dropped her arms to her sides and frowned.

"I can't do it." She sighed.

"Heck I couldn't even shoot straight if I treated a shot like that." 
Vash told her. "There's a big difference between being quick and rushing 
your shot. Now, your first mistake is that you don't aim your shot. You 
can't just pull out a gun and fire it. You must aim your shot. Now, line 
up your target..." he stood behind his great-great-great granddaughter 
and helped her line up the gun with the first can. "Good. Now, very 
gently, squeeze the trigger."

Elaine fired, this time hitting the can. "I did it, Grampa! I did it!"

"Not bad." Vash smiled.

*_Chapter Two_*

"So," Millie did Vash and Meryl really give pick the name Vashworthy for 
their last name?"

"No," Elaine told her.

"A ha!" Meryl cried out.

Vash stared in confusion.

"They picked Stampede as their last name."

Meryl fell over sideways and landed on a small black cat , who meeped in 
surprise.

"Vash and Meryl had four children. Three sons and one daughter. She 
married a wealthy cat named Nicholas Wolfwood III."

"I thought he never had any kids. Wolfwood I mean."

"He didn't." Vash told them.

"One of the boys at the orphanage he ran named himself Nicholas D. 
Wolfwood II, in honor of the man who saved his life."

"That's so sad." Millie said. "So, how much money does Nicholas III have."

"Millie, that's hardly a polite question."

"Fifiteen billion double dollars." Elaine told her.

"Wow! He must have had a /really/ rich uncle or something." Millie 
exclaimed.

"I guess." Elaine. "I don't really know. Great-great aunt Betty settled 
down long before I was born. I've never met her family. We've run into 
the others, though."

"The others?" Millie asked.

"Vash's and Meryl's sons each took a wife. They three families lived a 
nomadic life, travelling ogether as a single albeit rather large group." 
Elaine explained. "Of course, eventually the family got too big to 
continue traveling together. "

"That's a pity." Vash said around his nth donut of the day,

"The eldest, my great-great uncle Jonathan son stayed with Vash and 
Meryl and kept the name Stampede." Elaine told them. "The middle son, my 
great-great uncle Clive took the last name Marksman and set off with his 
wife and son. The youngest, my great-great granddaddy Gunner, took the 
name Vashworthy and set off with his wife and their twin sons a week 
after their daughter was born."

"My grandparents eventually settled down in Rivertown, which had been 
renamed after Vash flooded the place. They were excellent gunsmiths. My 
mom teaches at the local school and dad runs the local donut shop."

"Vash. Elaine." Millie called out some time later. "It's time for dinner."

"Oh, boy! Dinner!" Vash whooped, helping himself to a large portion and 
starting to wolf it down. "I'm starving! This diet I'm on really makes 
me hungry."

"Just what diet are you talking about?" Meryl drolled.

"We're going to have a big family, Meryl." Vash gushed. "Isn't it 
wonderful?"

Meryl grabbed Vash by the scruff of his neck, and dragged him into the 
kitchen. "Vash,," she said. "You don't really believe all that rubbish 
that imposter's been telling you. Do you?"

"My great-great-great granddaughter would never lie to me." Vash told her.

"She's not your great-great-great granddaughter." Meryl argued. "She's 
just another bounty hunter here for the sixty billion double dollars."

"You're wrong, Meryl." Vash told her. "She's not a liar."

"Look, Vash." Meryl said, getting herself a glass of water. "For us to 
be married, I'd have to be crazy enough to fall in love with you. Plus, 
you'd have to fall in love with me. Fat chance of that happening. 
Right?" She turned to face Vash and saw him standing there with his eyes 
all dewy and sparkly. He was purring. "Um? Vash?"

As Vash continued to gaze at her, there was something in the kitten-eyed 
look of the legendary gunman that made Derringer Meryl finally realize 
the truth. And as it dawned on her, her expression softened.

Vash leapt with joy as he saw the change in Meryl's countenance. "You 
/do/ love me." He exclaimed. "I knew it! Oh, Meryl."

Before Meryl could say a word in reply, she was wrapped tightly in the 
arms of Vash the Stampede and on the receiving end of a kiss that could 
only be descibed as clumsily elegant."

There was a knock on the door.

"I'll get it." Millie called in. She went to the door. "It's Mister 
Priest." she called in to Vash and Meryl. "Shall I send him in so you 
two can get married now?"

Wolfwood stood there with a dumbfounded look on his scraggly muzzle.

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*_Page 2_*

After a moment, he regained his composure. "Hey, Vash!" he called. "Is 
it true that you're getting hitched?"

Vash came out of the kitchen purring happily. "Well, what can I say? 
These boots have been resoled one time too many. Its time to enjoy the 
things that really matter."

"How touching." A voice said from the doorway. "Its a shame I need that 
reward money."

"I agree." Vash told the intruder, a seven year old cub who looked like 
he hadn't seen food in far too long.

Wolfwood crouched down in front of the cub and handed him a bit of the 
food he was carrying. "I know the law well, kid. You're as likely to get 
paid for your trouble as Vash is to stand atop a mountain and declare 
that he hates donuts."

"Mister Vash doesn't hate donuts." Millie pointed out.

"I know." Wolfwood told her, exasperation in his tone. "That was the point."

The kid aimed his gun at Vash, his finger on the trigger.

"Come quietly," he said, fear in his voice, "or I'll shoot."

"No. Come with me." A much older cat, a panther, told Vash. He was a 
middle aged bounty hunter with a french-braided mohawk that ended in a 
long braid that was swept over his left shoulder. He had one eye that 
was a piercing blue. The other had neither pupil nor iris. "And you." he 
kicked the kid over to Vash. "You can join him when I kill him."

"May God have mercy upon you." Wolfwood prayed, quietly as he unsheathed 
his weapon to reveal just how many rounds of "mercy" that God was packing.

Vash put a hand on Wolfwood's shoulder. "Please?" Wolfwood did not fire. 
Nor did he back down. "He wants to kill you, Vash." Vash walked calmly 
up to the mohawked panther and took the gun from him.

The bounty hunter trembled at the cool demeanor of 
the legendary gunman as Vash emptied his gun, field stripped it in ten 
seconds, and handed him the pieces.

"I'm sorry I can't oblige you." Vash told the bounty hunter. "But I'm 
afraid I've already been caught. So tell everyone. Okay. And if you're 
all real nice, I might even invite you to the wedding."

The bounty hunter put the pieces of his gun into his pocket and stormed off.

"You okay, kid?" Wolfwood asked the boy.

"Uh huh." the cub nodded. "Is Vash really getting married?"

"I sure am." Vash said, proudly with the biggest grin ever on his feline 
face. "You can come if you want to."

"Really? Wow! That's so cool." the cub enthused. "I'm sorry I tried to 
turn you in." He took off, laughing as he ran.






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