Chapter 9

(Journey begins)

(At space station 1243 beta)

Dealer: I'm sorry sir, but the best I can give you in trade for that ship is a box of jelly doughnuts.

Heero: Sounds tempting, but I came here for a ship. And I don't mean some 50-year-old model. I want your best. Combat ready if you please.

Dealer: Sir, that ship is a piece of crap.

Heero: What are you talking about!? Look at it shine!

Dealer: Upon closer inspection, 60% of that ship is made of wood and cardboard. The gauges are painted on, that "shine" is a new coat of paint over the rusted shell, and your taste in custom interior decoration is very disturbing to say the least.

Heero: So it needs some touching up.

Dealer: I'm sorry sir.

Heero: Alright. I tried to do this the easy way. (cocks his pistol).

Dealer: Don't make me call security, sir.

Heero: What security?

(Dealer turns around to see Ryo and Trowa standing over unconscious security men)

Dealer: (Scared and desperate) Ok! I'll give you our best model! Take two! I don't care!

Heero: One will do fine, thank you. Dr. J, give me the deed to the ship.

(Dr. J hands Heero piece of paper. Heero and Dealer exchange deeds)

Dealer: Hey! This deed is drawn on lined paper! In crayon! And it's soaked in gasoline! And it looks slightly burned…

Heero: Dr. J, give me the real deed.

Dr. J: That is the real deed!

Trowa: I'd like to point out that I'd feel a lot safer if someone took the fuel out of that.

(A rocket nozzle falls off the ship and bursts into flames)

Dealer: NAAAAHHH!!!

Heero: ...let's go. NOW!!!

(They get Dr. J's lab and run into the new ship. As they leave, the dealership explodes)

Ryo: I kinda wish we could’ve done that without the killing.

Heero: But we didn’t. There’s nothing we can do but move on.

Trowa: By the way, I forgot to ask; where are we going?

(Silence. Cricket chirps in background)

Ryo: Where's that cricket noise coming from?

Heero: Shut up, Dr. J.

Dr. J: Aw...

(Cricket noise stops)

Ryo: I say we get back at those guys for destroying our planet!

Trowa: Yeah. They'll pay for destroying my business!

Ryo: And mine!

Heero: Hmm…I don’t know.

Dr. J: Another one of the transmissions I received said the leader of the Pokemon was a blasphemous little boy. Frieza's army doesn't stand a chance! And besides, I love revenge!

Heero: Get back in your lab and work on those Gundams.

Dr. J: Yes sir. (Walks away shamefully)

Trowa: So where do we start?

Ryo: Hey, why not join Frieza's army?

Heero: We're currently in the possession of two illegal Gundams. And they're our only method of attack.

Trowa: I'm sure they won't care. They have a war to win now; they don’t have to worry about being politically correct.

Heero: Hm…well, let's-

Ryo: Wait! First let's find out how to call my armor. I could take out a whole planet with that!

Heero: Fine. What do you want us to do?

Ryo: Let's go visit a friend of mine. He's on planet Yakoflat.

Trowa: Who names these planets?

Ryo: The nuts that discover them.

(Dr. J peaks around a corner)

Dr. J: I named a planet!

Heero: Nobody cares; get back to work.

Dr. J: Aw...(leaves)

Heero: Alright Trowa, set a course.