ISSUE # 34:
BUT... WHERE IS SOSON GOKU?
On one hand we have our main chars embarked towards that outer space thingy, looking for the usual villain. Such villain, however, is on his way to Earth. Weird, isn't it? And on the other hand we have Bidet, who has finished her training and now that she is hella strong, treats Chungohan like crap. Bah, women...
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NARRATION: The next day, on Gragea Corps' main building. An emergency reunion.
WILMA: EEEH?! Going again to outer space?!
CHIQUILIN: It won't be for long, Wilma. (pause) The job is simple. A bunch of us go with N-VIII to the planet, we dispatch the rampaging beast and return back. Four days total, if we work together.
WILMA: And who will go? 'cause I'm needed here, and lacking Soson Goku, we have no other 'meatshield'...
CHIQUILIN: I already thought of something! The idea is to bring XVIII, VIII, Discolo and myself. With our forces combined, we are... er, I mean: we will destroy that threat!
(Wilma ponders about how to travel, and Chiquilin continues explaining his plan.)
CHIQUILIN: The only thing we need from you is a spaceship modelled after the one N VIII has brought, but it should be bigger, of course. We are speaking about four seats...
WILMA: Well, that's rather easy, if I start immediately, that is...
VEGETAL: If you are going to be in need, I can accompany you. Things are calm here, and I'm getting bored.
WILMA: I thought you were training for the new Tenkaichi Budokai! You are always picking fights!
VEGETAL: Bah, that's faggotry. If there's a better plan count me in, and I feel this will be a smack-fest!
NARRATION: Meanwhile, Bidet's training is advancing favourably...
(She is lifting a truck while in mid air, so she has gotten the hang of both techniques.)
CHUNGOHAN: So what? Am I a great coach or not? Look at her, brat. In only four days!
CHUNGOTEN: Wow, boy... (TRUCKER: My truck...!)
BIDET: (shouts) Am I doing OK, Chungohan?!
CHUNGOHAN: Very good Bidet! Now descend carefully please, the trucker wants his vehicle intact!
BIDET: (descends) I think I have made quite the progress these past days, haven't I? I would want a change of looks from now on. Do you have an electric shaver or else handy?
NARRATION: And in the city centre, there is a focus of intense work activity...
PATAN: How are the modifications going, huh?
MAN: Good, although this mega-stadium wasn't used to his full potential since quite a while... there are voltage drops everywhere... we must do some enlargements to the ring, it didn't adjust to our security rules because it was never used. Apart from that, and the installation of a protection device for the audience we still need to put up the TV camera system which will film the event.
(Pause to take breath, and to go inspect the front seats in the stadium.)
MAN: The building's improvements will take several weeks, meanwhile, the publicity ads will create the needed expectations... we will begin tomorrow with the pyjamas and t-shirt's sales.
PATAN: Mmm, good. I want those improvements to be announced several days in advance, that will create a good atmosphere. And I want Emilio Aragon as host! (MAN: OK sir, it's as good as done.) Har har, this is gonna be more epic than that lame Titanic stuff!
MAN: If he is going to participate, I highly doubt it...
(Back to Chicha's household, Bidet has entered the kitchen sporting her new hairdo.)
BIDET: How do I look? (CHUNGOTEN: (0_0) Cool.) Yeah I know, this looks horrid, doesn't it? I thought so. I should have let my hairdresser try and fix it...
CHUNGOHAN: She's... smoking hot... No, no, you are way prettier this way, serious!
BIDET: Well, then it's OK. I wanted a change of looks if I am gonna participate in the great tourney.
CHUNGOHAN: (shock) WHAT?! You want to participate THERE?!
BIDET: Yep, why not? I am more than ready, with only a few weeks more to train...
CHUNGOHAN: But it can't be, you're still very green and you can't go showing off some things you've learnt!
BIDET: So what! It's because I'm a girl?! Or because I'm daughter of you-know-who?! I am fed up with all that shit, if I want to change my image is precisely to break apart of that system!
CHUNGOTEN: Yeah, fight!
BIDET: I am gonna find my own way, and no one will stop me! (slams the door out)
CHICHA: Oh, how romantic, your very first quarrel... (^_^)
NARRATION: A couple days later, in the Gragea Corp quarters...
ROSBIFF: Okay mates, what do you think of it? (CHIQUILIN: Wow.)
WILMA: Fine work, isn't it? We have amplified the boosting system of N-VIII's ship to install it in a bigger one. With the improvements made, it will cruise through space at a quite faster rate!
ROSBIFF: Our old aircrafts had limitations in their propelling force, and lacked enough self-maintenance...
WILMA: This time we've nulled all inertia using magnetic fields, and its propeller system is top notch.
DISCOLO: (arrives) Greetings. It's here the place to board the ship heading for Pluto?
WILMA: Ah, Discolo, you are on time! We were checking the ship's inner workings.
ROSBIFF: The ship has energy for several years if it were needed. I have salvaged the original's ship energy cell, propelled by pulsar waves: radiation which is collected from nearby stars...
DISCOLO: Okay, cut that crap, please... this thing can fly or not?
ROSBIFF: The flight systems are way easier to handle than in our previous prototypes, you only need to drive like you would do in a simulation game. (CHIQUILIN: Wow, I will look like Han Solo!)
XVIII: And why do you assume you will be the one piloting, hon?
CHIQUILIN: Well, dunno, seeing as I was the one piloting the other ship, I thought...
XVIII: And me? My cybernetic brain makes me a better and more adequate pilot, I can't make your mistakes.
CHIQUILIN: Are you saying I am the one who MAKES the mistakes around here?!
N-VIII: (¬_¬)
WILMA: I have the impression that this voyage got troublesome from the very start...
DISCOLO: Why is it that I am not surprised...?
NARRATION: Back at the high school grounds...
GIRL: Bidet? No, I am afraid she doesn't want to see you. She told me to give you this, if I saw you...
(Chungohan gets plastered a dunce cap, reading 'sexist pig'. Everyone else there lols.)
GIRL: (off screen) It's nothing personal... (CHUNGOHAN: Yeah, of course... *sigh*.)
(In what looks like the gym facilities, Bidet is lifting weights in true Puyajin style.)
BLONDE BOY: Geez gal, I didn't know you were into body-building!
BIDET: A certain moron gave me some lessons... it's the only good he's done for me.
(Back to Gragea Corp, everything is ready and the pilot's been chosen as well, finally.)
WILMA: I'm glad you solved the pilot issue already.
N-VIII: Well, it wasn't that hard. Only I know the way to the planetoid... and my plasma balls are bigger.
(The ship leaves, and everyone else sees them off, except a certain someone.)
ROSBIFF: Now we only need to worry about them eliminating that threat.
WILMA: By the way, have you seen Vegetal? I have looked for him all day. He has to go pick up the kid!
N-VIII: (pilots) Huh? This panel here is moving. (CHIQUILIN: A malfunction so soon?)
VEGETAL: (comes out) Pssst, have we taken off already, guys?
(Guh, a stowaway... but, at Cooler's ship, an idea suddenly emerges into his alien head.)
COOLER: I got it, the best plan! If I want to make a move that really pelts their chances, I only need to take a shot at the place they care most about: their base of operations! I will destroy Gragea Corp and leave them without the support such organization provides them! Now they are MINE! (flies off)
NARRATION: Again at the high school, time to leave class.
GIRL: No, I am afraid she still doesn't want to see you. Ah, she gave me this for you.
(This time it's a timed bomb, hidden in a suitcase. Explodes, charring up most of the area.)
GIRL: (off screen) It's nothing personal! (CHUNGOHAN: Yeah, I know... *cough*.)
(The still unnamed girl reaches to Bidet in the hallway, and can't help but feel sorry.)
GIRL: Don't you think you are being a bit too harsh on him...?
BIDET: Forget it, it's not your concern. I'll have you give him something, later. How much is a napalm head...?
(Cooler reaches Gragea Corp's aerial space and rushes into the main building, outside.)
COOLER: Okay, I will rush the place to find them and...! Huh? (beep noises) What the hell's this?
(An electric field activates and gives him a good shock, stopping his rush immediately.)
COOLER: Crap, thunder element... I am weak to polarized electrons... how did they know...? (faint)
WILMA: (reads screen) I think we've stopped an intruder... the computer has analyzed the subject and fried it with electricity. Let's go outside to check what was that!
AGENTS: (radio) There is only a trace of ash left... it surely had to be a stray pigeon.
WILMA: I'm still worried, though. Let's put the defensive systems on green alert. Where is Vegetal?
(Cooler has had enough time to go hid in a bush until the security agents get away.)
COOLER: Yeah, a stray pigeon... of course... but I won't fail the next time!
(Wilma has realized just now that Vegetal is on the spaceship. Or they told her, whatever.)
WILMA: Repeat that again, please? You say Vegetal is aboard?!
CHIQUILIN: (radio) Exactly, he says he's fed of smashing the gym and needs action, so he went with us...
DISCOLO: Just great...
WILMA: Then, tell that Master-of-the-Universe wannabe on my behalf that this is the last time he vanishes without letting anyone know, and when he comes back he'll have a long chat with my lawyers! He's gonna see his kid again on a Christmas card, if EVER!
COOLER: (spying) The main gate... the only access to the most vital parts of the place. Any other entrance isn't useable, and my energy has diminished greatly after the shock. I must rest and recover, I can't force my powers now...
(Goes to hide in another bush, until he is ready to rumble again.)
COOLER: In half an hour I'll have enough energy to unleash my potential, meanwhile I'll sleep here...
WILMA: (throws lab coat) I am leaving to pick up Takatranks, you know where I will be! Bah, males...
(She gets into a car and exits the building, someone notifies this to Professor Rosbiff.)
ROSBIFF: My daughter has gone to the city? I hope we don't have a sudden emergency just now...
(On Patan's manor outskirts, Chungohan has gone there to meet Bidet and settle things.)
BIDET: What... are you doing here?!
CHUNGOHAN: Bidet, I had enough of your silly tantrums! Let's settle this issue, now!
BIDET: Okay then! (fight) (explosions) (AGENT: Call security, someone is attacking Miss Bidet!)
GUARDS: Patrol # 12, let's go to the main gate! Get ready for police brutality. (PAF!) (fly back) Patrol # 12, returning from main gate! Chief, looks like they don't want to be interrupted...
(Incredibly, Bidet is the one with the upper hand from the beginning, as weird as it sounds.)
CHUNGOHAN: (pain) Well, if you are finished, I am outta here and we forget all this happened, okay?
BIDET: Not yet! I will keep at it, get a hold of your guts or they will fly out! (rage)
(Explosions... no one knows how the heck she learned to manipulate ki, but oh well...)
BIDET: You won't even fight back? You still insist on going 'easy' on me or else?
CHUNGOHAN: That's what you want?! (goes SPJ) Okay, then, I won't take responsability for this!
BUTLER: (phone) Mr Patan? A grave accident! Miss Bidet's fighting with some punk in the inner garden!
CHUNGOHAN: I am in Super Puyajin form... and she is kicking my butt just the same! Her power is...!
BIDET: I'm feeling a limitless power increasing within me... what's happening to me?
(In another garden, the alien invader has stored enough energy and is ready to storm the place.)
COOLER: I'm READY! (rushes) I'll storm the building. I've located the defensive system, playtime's over!
(Explosion, after the smoke clears, Cooler is seen munching on the core keyboards.)
MAN: Alarm, alarm! (COOLER: Their defense is no more. Revenge is mine now!)
ROSBIFF: No, we still have THAT...
(Clicks the open-the-pool button and Gragea King emerges to put a stop to the intrusion.)
COOLER: What's that noise? I detect an energy source nearby... huh? (0_0)
(Gragea King zaps him with an eye beam and destroys much of the area, Cooler's pissed off.)
COOLER: Oh, just amazing, indeed! You surprised me! (anger) Are you ready to become a heap of wires?!