Chapter 16: The wreck of the Akio-car or Hard suits a go-go (not that kind of hard, sickies)

"Something’s wrong." Jasper said, "The car’s not running right." He finished. DragonGirl listened.

"Yeah, you’re right." She said. They turned into Bubblegum Crisis 2040, and listened. The sadly diminished Akio-car drove into futuristic Tokyo then sputtered and died.

"Sad," DragonGirl said, "I think it misses its owner." SilverWolf looked upset.

"No! It misses my Akio-chan as much as I do!" She said, sobbing. The car wheezed a rueful sigh. Nikkia nodded, patting the car sympathetically.

"We have to get it fixed." Winter said. DragonGirl sat up.

"We broke down in the best possible spot!" she said happily, "Now all of you get out and push!" she said. The rest groaned, but got out, for none of them knew where she was going.

After long minutes of hemming and hawing, they got to the place they were going. Nigel’s shop.

"Hey, wow, this was the perfect place to break down!" Nikkia said. Nigel came out of the garage.

"Need help?" He asked, being a man of few words. Nikkia blushed, she liked those kinds.

DragonGirl sighed and stepped up, "We need some work done on our car." She said. He ran his hand over the spectacularly clean and shiny Akio-car.

"What’s wrong?" he asked, being a man of few words. DragonGirl blushed.

"Uh, well, It seems that, um, uh, we, um, don’t know." She finished, not wanting to reveal the horrid truth, that it was horniness withdrawal. Nigel inspected the car, looking it over. He held out his hand, being a man of few words, and knowingly, DragonGirl gave him the keys. Men of few words don’t need much to get their point across. He got in the Akio-car, and started it up. It revved, then purred like a tamed tiger.

"It just needed a horny guy to bring life back into it." SilverWolf whispered to Winter, who nodded.

"It’s fine." Nigel said, being a man of few words, "But I know the problem." He finished. DragonGirl’s eyes widened.

"You do? What can we do?" she said. He smiled.

"Give it to me. I’ll give you another car." He said, being a man of few words.

"Will it be as good?" she asked skeptically. The others nodded.

"Maybe better." He said. He went into the garage and brought out the most smooth and shiny car ever invented. It was silver and curvy and utterly beautiful. SilverWolf’s eyes shone.

"Beautiful…" she murmured. DragonGirl smiled.

"Where did you get it?" she asked. He smiled.

"Present for Sylia. I’ll get another." DragonGirl accepted the keys. They started it up, smiling at the sound of the engines roar.

"Sweet." Nikkia said. SilverWolf drooled.

"Let’s go!" DragonGirl said. They all piled in and drove off. Suddenly, the intercom crackled alive.

"Nene, Priss, Linna, mad boomer at 458 safe lane. Get over here, now!" Sylia’s voice said. DragonGirl looked at it with wide eyes.

"Let’s get over there!" she shouted. They zoomed to the site, and saw the boomer rampaging. They hid in the car, watching the carnage. The Knight Sabers came, but none of them could get close enough to crush its core.

"We have to help!" Winter shouted.

"But how?" SilverWolf asked rhetorically.

"These might help," Nikkia said, looking in the trunk. Lying in the trunk, next to an oil can and under a spare tire, were four hard suits. One was pure silver, one was green blue, one was sky blue, and one was a dull red.

"Wow!" DragonGirl said, "This is awesome! But we need some of those outfits, you know, the underneath ones. Oh, I bet I have some in my backpack." The others stared, "What? My backpack!" They still stared, "You know the one that I always grab stuff from, and It’s constantly disappearing, and it’s endlessly useful?" They still stared, "The one with all the worker midgets?" They stared some more, "Anyway…" DragonGirl finished, getting out her, ahem, backpack. She rooted in it for a few minutes, noting the stares, and pulled out four of those outfits.

"All, right I’ve found them, Now I shall put away my endlessly useful, constantly disappearing, often reappearing, always placing items Justin Time, randomly item plentiful, randomly random random backpack." The rest let out a sigh of relief. They donned the outfits, not appearing nudey, because the Sylia-car had randomly been installed with changing rooms for easier outfits on the fly. They donned their hard suits, each of which fit perfectly, because, face it, we are perfect.

"Let’s go, their power battery thingys are almost out!" DragonGirl said, sounding like a complete doofus. DragonGirl ran at super speed right to the boomer, for she was super cool. She kicked it upside its remainder of a head, and flipped onto its back. Grasping one of its tentacles, she wrapped it around its head.

"Help me you guys!" she shouted. All of them, even the real Knight Sabers, flipped over to her and helped her detain the tentacles. Soon, all of them were helplessly bolted to walls or wrapped around its body, or halfway down the sewer system and locked into a toilet. (Nikkia and Nene’s work)

"You guys get! Your batteries are almost dead!" DragonGirl shouted. The real Knight Sabers nodded, and they were about to leave, when Priss’ battery went dead. SilverWolf rocketed over, and lifted her in her arms.

"An eye for an eye," she murmured, flying her off to some obscure place. Winter, though none could see her face, was hot to the touch. She rocketed off in pursuit, joining Linna, who did the same. They weren’t going to try anything funny with those two around.

"DragonGirl, Crush the core!" A voice came through her headset.

"Okay, Sylia!" she shouted, plunging her hand into the body. She smashed the core and then stopped.

"How did you know it was me?" she asked. There was silence on the other end, "You planned this all along, didn’t you?" she said. "Maybe." Came the reluctant voice at the other end. Just then, her battery went dead.

"These don’t have a very long life, do they?" She said to herself.

"Longer than this." A voice came over her headset, "I knocked the power out." Lady Sylia said. "I just felt I had to give my biggest fan a gift." There was a snort.

"She never had a fan before, she was talking about you for weeks!" Priss complained.

"Oh, yeah, who was talking about who? Miss, ‘Oh, SilverWolf this, SilverWolf that’" DragonGirl got the little anime po’ed eyes.

"This must be a really boring anime on off days," She thought.

"Well thanks." DragonGirl said.

"You’re welcome. Here I’ll restore power, I just wasn’t sure you would be able to hear me over the whirring of the suit." DragonGirl heard power restored and noticed that there was a faint whirring.

"I’ll get that off for you." Sylia said. There was a click as the suit came off. She stepped out of it, and saw the cast of Bubblegum crisis standing before her.

"Welcome back!" they shouted. SilverWolf was standing there, held by the arm by Winter. They shrugged. The group got in the Sylia-car, SilverWolf driving, and waved to the needy group of anime characters, and drove off, leaving them to their old, boring, existence. They got back on the highway and Jasper spoke.

"Wow, their lives must suck to like you guys so much." He said.

"So, what’s your point?" DragonGirl said, "Look, mister, I control the food supply, so back off." Jasper shrugged.

"Ohh, food supply, food supply, I’m so scared. I can hunt for myself. There are plenty stray rabidly rampaging rabid chuchus around for me to eat so meh!" At the last, he stuck out his tiny tongue at her. She smirked and grabbed it.

"Person got your tongue?" she asked sweetly. He bit her, "Ow!" she shrieked. SilverWolf turned to the back seat and shouted.

"Do I have to separate you two?" They shut up and commenced giving each other evil looks.

"Are they always like this?" Winter asked. Nikkia nodded.

"Yep, except usually she’s the only one talking." The two in the back hissed at each other, and SilverWolf sweatdropped.

"OK, where to next?" She asked. Nikkia smiled.

"Project A-ko!" She shouted.

"Vampire Hunters!" Winter said.

"RANMA!!!" DragonGirl screamed. SilverWolf smiled.

"That sounds good." She said.

TO BE CONTINUED