It was a lifetime opportunity. Just imagine! Your very own dream car- for a very low price!

"And it's not just any car, sir," the car salesman told me. "This beauty here's a PORSCHE 911! You'll never get it this cheap. It's an original model, right from the 1980s! Why, if this thing goes on auction, it'll cost you a million dollars!"

One million! Lady Luck must be smiling at me! Other people would've killed to get this car, but I'm getting it for only 5000 dollars! I smiled to myself, picturing myself cruising along the road, with jealous eyes staring at this vintage masterpiece, the whole world's eyes on me....

"Sir.. Are you buying this car or not?" the salesman asked.

"Oh! Yeah, yeah..5000, right? Um, hold on just a second... Er, do you take credit cards?"

I was practically over the moon. The Porsche 911.. IS FINALLY MINE!!! Driving this car itself is pure ecstasy. I've always wanted one of those savvy vintage cars, now I have one.

However, I noticed something about the steering wheel. It had this weird red emblem on it, like the face of a grumpy robot. I decided that it might have been leftover décor from the previous owner, so I left it at that.

The driving went on pretty smoothly until the car skidded to a halt all of a sudden. I was shocked, because for all I know, I didn't even touch the brakes! But before I could even get out of the car, I felt something lifting me up- and I was thrown out of the car!!

What the hell is going on?! By now I was freaked out. I got up and moved away from the vehicle as far as possible. Then the most astonishing thing happened.

THE CAR BEGAN TO CHANGE FORM!

Parts of the car shifted from their original places to other places, then I saw the hands!..oh, hey, there's the feet... And that front window's the torso.. And oh, I see it! I can see its head!

MY PORSCHE 911 IS A ROBOT!

I was practically gawping in awe and fear. A robot? Oh dear, if it's friendly, that's okay with me, but what if it's a killing machine and is ready to rip my head off any second from now?

And what if this thing a failed experiment of the Red Ribbon Army, or worse, a contraption sent to Earth by Freiza to destroy every living thing on this planet? If that's the case, what if it's too strong for me? I'd be dead in nanoseconds, no, picoseconds without even landing a punch on this one! Man, it looked strong...

The robot suddenly turned to me and, would you believe it, it actually grinned at me! I felt faint. What the heck is going on here?!

"Hey man! You're Yamcha, ain't yer?" the robot said. I was even more freaked out. Great, first this thing transformed right in front of me, and now this guy knows my name! I really couldn't take it in. Everything went black....

Jazz looked puzzlingly at the now unconscious Yamcha. Now what in the world is wrong with him? He wondered. He picked up the boy and transformed, and quickly made his way to Autobot headquarters.

"Doesn't really matter," he mused to himself. "You're my responsibility from now on."