Gundam Shorts (No, Not the Spandex Kind!) Part 3
by Euterpe
Okay here it is gang! Back by popular demand (well, honestly I would've submitted it even if people were begging me to stop), more Gundam Shorts! Thanks again to everyone who's reviewed Parts 1 + 2! This one's a little less naughty than the others...sorry to disappoint all the people who were looking forward to the hardcore sex (maybe next time...).
Disclaimer: *Enter Heero* "Hn. I really don't want to be here right now when I could be washing my shorts...I mean, mercilessly slaughtering OZ soldiers, but Euterpe told me that if I didn't read the disclaimer for her fic, she'd call Relena and have her come over to do a lemon with me. Here it is: 'Euterpe doesn't own Gundam Wing'." *mumbles under his breath "thank God for that."* "'If anyone tries to take her work without permission, omae o korosu!' That last part is mine. You'd better not try to steal that either, or I'll send Zero out to get you. All right, I'm getting out of here quickly before anything else bad happens to me."
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Helpless to do anything, Duo could only watch in horror as the images played out across a giant TV screen in the colony in which he was currently hiding. OZ officials had ordered one of their new cadets to destroy Duo's Deathscythe, which had fallen into their hands. "Listen, Deathscythe, you're gonna be OK, aren't you?" He pleaded with the mech, hoping that it would pull through. As he watched the unknown pilot fire the massive shot, he knew that everything wasn't going to be all right this time. "NOOOOOO!" he screamed out in anguish.
Meanwhile, out in the depths of space, Trowa gazed out of his viewscreen at the damage he had just caused. Destroying a fellow pilot's Gundam saddened him, but it was a necessary action to gain Lady Une's trust so that he could infiltrate OZ. As he regarded the wreckage, he felt a sneeze coming on. *ACHOO!* Trowa paused for a moment to reflect on the effects of zero gravity on his bodily fluids. 'Those sparkles,' he thought, noting the tiny droplets floating around him, 'They're my snot." A few seconds later, he could hear the message coming over the link to Lady Une at Space Fortress Barge: "Private Barton, get a tissue!"
*****
Quatre's reunion with his father was not turning out to be a happy one. Master Winner was using their meeting as an opportunity to scold his son for his role in Operation Meteor, which went against the family's pacifist ideals. "You've been very disobedient," he admonished the boy.
The young heir felt angry and defiant. "I still think I did the right thing." He was normally so sweet and polite to people, but fighting for the colonies was a cause that he believed in so strongly that he would even argue with his father if necessary.
"Why don't you use your head a little?" his father shot back. This remark sent Quatre into tears. He couldn't believe his own father could be so cruel. He ran out of the room, shouting, "I wish I was never artificially created in a lab!"
Master Winner's face fell. "Quatre, come back! It hurts Daddy when you say that!" He shrugged, realizing it was a lost cause. "Oh well, I can always create another Mini-Me."
(Note: I also do not own Austin Powers. Again, I am truly sorry for the quality of this sketch.)
*****
The heavy breathing sounds of Pilot 04 permeated the cockpit of Wing Zero. Quatre had just done the unthinkable, destroying an entire colony in his state of madness and grief. 'That was for my father's death,' he fumed, driven past reason by the need for revenge. 'From now on, it's no more Mr. Nice Pilot. Now let's see, who else is on my vengance list for today? Ah, yes, Mrs. Smith, my second grade teacher. She gave me a B in math. It brought down my average for the year. According to my sources, she lives on Colony X-8641. Well, let's just see what she thinks of me now!' He powered up his Vernier engines and rocketed off to his next target. 'After her, I'll take care of that guy who called me a sissy in junior high. Well, /I'm/ the one with the mobile suit. Let's see him stuff me into a locker now!' And with that, he began cackling with that weasely laughter thing he does /so/ well.
*****
"Get out of here, Trowa. The Vayeate's about to explode." Heero warned him. But his comrade wouldn't listen to him. He was too intent on talking Quatre out of his Zero-System controlled rampage to care about his own safety. He spoke soothingly to the young pilot. "This isn't like you, Quatre. Turn back into the nice guy I knew." Finally his craft blew up, sending him hurtling through outer space.
Before he succumbed completely into unconsciousness, a few thoughts crossed Trowa's mind. 'Heero, go easy on Quatre.' Then 'Ow. That hurt. Maybe I should listen to Heero next time.' Things began to grow fuzzy. 'You know, I wonder if this accident was just the producers' way of writing me out of the story. That would really suck. They barely gave me any lines as it was, and the pay was really bad.' Finally 'I hope that while I'm gone no one uses up all my hair gel. If they do, I'll have nothing to control my huge bang and I'll wind up looking really stupid. Oh well, here comes nap time...zzz...'
*****
Heero climbed into the cockpit of the Gundam and activated the Zero System. "Zero, show me who my true enemies are." The machine started making funny beeping noises and emitting strange flashing lights. He relaxed as that nice familiar wave of hallucination passed over him and his eyes started glowing.
"I wonder who it is. Is it Treize? No, it must be Zechs." He was totally unprepared for the horrifying image the computer fed into his brain. The blond hair with the stupid little braids in it, the psychotic glare...no, it couldn't be- it was Relena! "Argh! No! Get her away from me!" Heero Yuy's screams echoed throughout the cockpit, as he had his first traumatic Zero System experience. Wing Zero was indeed a dangerous weapon, enough to make a person go nuts...
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Ok guys, that's it for now. I have a few more, if you're not sick of these already. I'm actually in the process of working on a real fic, so expect that to be out soon. Thanks again to Qtpi123.
*Heero is making his way offstage, but is stopped dead in his tracks by the sound of the authoress's voice from backstage* "Heero, I'm very upset about your little 'ad-libs' to my disclaimer. Now you've got to suffer the consequences. There's someone here to see you." *Heero looks around nervously* "Relena?" "No, worse." *an aging hippie in a pink Hawaiian shirt comes onstage* "Howard?!?" "Heero, like, long time, no see. Whaddaya say we get jiggy wit' it?" *Heero whips out his self-destruct button and begins pushing it frantically.* "Euterpe, you are one sick freak. Get help. Zero, save me!"
by Euterpe
Okay here it is gang! Back by popular demand (well, honestly I would've submitted it even if people were begging me to stop), more Gundam Shorts! Thanks again to everyone who's reviewed Parts 1 + 2! This one's a little less naughty than the others...sorry to disappoint all the people who were looking forward to the hardcore sex (maybe next time...).
Disclaimer: *Enter Heero* "Hn. I really don't want to be here right now when I could be washing my shorts...I mean, mercilessly slaughtering OZ soldiers, but Euterpe told me that if I didn't read the disclaimer for her fic, she'd call Relena and have her come over to do a lemon with me. Here it is: 'Euterpe doesn't own Gundam Wing'." *mumbles under his breath "thank God for that."* "'If anyone tries to take her work without permission, omae o korosu!' That last part is mine. You'd better not try to steal that either, or I'll send Zero out to get you. All right, I'm getting out of here quickly before anything else bad happens to me."
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Helpless to do anything, Duo could only watch in horror as the images played out across a giant TV screen in the colony in which he was currently hiding. OZ officials had ordered one of their new cadets to destroy Duo's Deathscythe, which had fallen into their hands. "Listen, Deathscythe, you're gonna be OK, aren't you?" He pleaded with the mech, hoping that it would pull through. As he watched the unknown pilot fire the massive shot, he knew that everything wasn't going to be all right this time. "NOOOOOO!" he screamed out in anguish.
Meanwhile, out in the depths of space, Trowa gazed out of his viewscreen at the damage he had just caused. Destroying a fellow pilot's Gundam saddened him, but it was a necessary action to gain Lady Une's trust so that he could infiltrate OZ. As he regarded the wreckage, he felt a sneeze coming on. *ACHOO!* Trowa paused for a moment to reflect on the effects of zero gravity on his bodily fluids. 'Those sparkles,' he thought, noting the tiny droplets floating around him, 'They're my snot." A few seconds later, he could hear the message coming over the link to Lady Une at Space Fortress Barge: "Private Barton, get a tissue!"
*****
Quatre's reunion with his father was not turning out to be a happy one. Master Winner was using their meeting as an opportunity to scold his son for his role in Operation Meteor, which went against the family's pacifist ideals. "You've been very disobedient," he admonished the boy.
The young heir felt angry and defiant. "I still think I did the right thing." He was normally so sweet and polite to people, but fighting for the colonies was a cause that he believed in so strongly that he would even argue with his father if necessary.
"Why don't you use your head a little?" his father shot back. This remark sent Quatre into tears. He couldn't believe his own father could be so cruel. He ran out of the room, shouting, "I wish I was never artificially created in a lab!"
Master Winner's face fell. "Quatre, come back! It hurts Daddy when you say that!" He shrugged, realizing it was a lost cause. "Oh well, I can always create another Mini-Me."
(Note: I also do not own Austin Powers. Again, I am truly sorry for the quality of this sketch.)
*****
The heavy breathing sounds of Pilot 04 permeated the cockpit of Wing Zero. Quatre had just done the unthinkable, destroying an entire colony in his state of madness and grief. 'That was for my father's death,' he fumed, driven past reason by the need for revenge. 'From now on, it's no more Mr. Nice Pilot. Now let's see, who else is on my vengance list for today? Ah, yes, Mrs. Smith, my second grade teacher. She gave me a B in math. It brought down my average for the year. According to my sources, she lives on Colony X-8641. Well, let's just see what she thinks of me now!' He powered up his Vernier engines and rocketed off to his next target. 'After her, I'll take care of that guy who called me a sissy in junior high. Well, /I'm/ the one with the mobile suit. Let's see him stuff me into a locker now!' And with that, he began cackling with that weasely laughter thing he does /so/ well.
*****
"Get out of here, Trowa. The Vayeate's about to explode." Heero warned him. But his comrade wouldn't listen to him. He was too intent on talking Quatre out of his Zero-System controlled rampage to care about his own safety. He spoke soothingly to the young pilot. "This isn't like you, Quatre. Turn back into the nice guy I knew." Finally his craft blew up, sending him hurtling through outer space.
Before he succumbed completely into unconsciousness, a few thoughts crossed Trowa's mind. 'Heero, go easy on Quatre.' Then 'Ow. That hurt. Maybe I should listen to Heero next time.' Things began to grow fuzzy. 'You know, I wonder if this accident was just the producers' way of writing me out of the story. That would really suck. They barely gave me any lines as it was, and the pay was really bad.' Finally 'I hope that while I'm gone no one uses up all my hair gel. If they do, I'll have nothing to control my huge bang and I'll wind up looking really stupid. Oh well, here comes nap time...zzz...'
*****
Heero climbed into the cockpit of the Gundam and activated the Zero System. "Zero, show me who my true enemies are." The machine started making funny beeping noises and emitting strange flashing lights. He relaxed as that nice familiar wave of hallucination passed over him and his eyes started glowing.
"I wonder who it is. Is it Treize? No, it must be Zechs." He was totally unprepared for the horrifying image the computer fed into his brain. The blond hair with the stupid little braids in it, the psychotic glare...no, it couldn't be- it was Relena! "Argh! No! Get her away from me!" Heero Yuy's screams echoed throughout the cockpit, as he had his first traumatic Zero System experience. Wing Zero was indeed a dangerous weapon, enough to make a person go nuts...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ok guys, that's it for now. I have a few more, if you're not sick of these already. I'm actually in the process of working on a real fic, so expect that to be out soon. Thanks again to Qtpi123.
*Heero is making his way offstage, but is stopped dead in his tracks by the sound of the authoress's voice from backstage* "Heero, I'm very upset about your little 'ad-libs' to my disclaimer. Now you've got to suffer the consequences. There's someone here to see you." *Heero looks around nervously* "Relena?" "No, worse." *an aging hippie in a pink Hawaiian shirt comes onstage* "Howard?!?" "Heero, like, long time, no see. Whaddaya say we get jiggy wit' it?" *Heero whips out his self-destruct button and begins pushing it frantically.* "Euterpe, you are one sick freak. Get help. Zero, save me!"