Mewtwo looked around him.
Bulbasaurs, Ivysaurs, and of course, a giant Venusaur, who must be their 
leader, surrounded him.
Scimitar was still out of it. The blood trail leading from his mouth would 
imply his death. Of course, Mewtwo and the Saurs knew otherwise.
Mewtwo thought back onto how this happened.

/Flashback\
"So, whaddya think?" Scimitar asked, hinting at his new jacket.
Mewtwo sighed. /Do you have to show off everything?/
"Hey," Scimitar replied, "Ranma-sensei always said, if you got, flaunt it."
/There's a difference between flaunting and pure arrogance./
"This, coming from the 'world's strongest Pokemon'."
/Hey, that's fact. What you keep spouting is idiocy./
They had been like this for the last hour or so.
Scimitar was hiding something, Mewtwo could tell. For instance, why were they 
walking? Either one of them could fly, and they'd be in the Plateu and out 
before the day was out.
So, why walk?
They ceased their bickering as soon as they saw the greats to the Plateu.
Scimitar whistled his amazement. "I've dreamed of competing here my whole 
life. And now, I'm going to steal from the frickin' Elite Four."
/I had a better stadium./
"So you keep saying, yet I've never seen it."
Mewtwo sweatdropped at this. /Well, I kinda had to get rid of it, and.../
"Gee, how convenient."


Later that evening......
/You find it yet?/
"No, not- Hey hey! Jackpot!"
Mewtwo arched his head to see.
After two hours of digging, and repairing holes to cover their tracks, there 
they were.
Four Dragonballs, ripe for the picking.
Scimitar's hand reached for them, and as soon as one was off, alarms sounded.
_BWEEEEE! BWEEEEEEEE!_
"Crap,"
What followed would have been better suited for a comedy anime show. Trainers 
and Pokemon alike ran from their beds, chasing the outragous duo across the 
Plateu.
/And what happened to the Scimitar who'd just blast them?/
"Shut up!"
By the time they cleared the Plateu, and made it to the forrest, they were 
aching all over.
/Scimitar.../
"Mewtwo?"
/Do Dragonballs usually say, "Made in Taiwan"?/
Scimitar snatched the balls from Mewtwo. Sure enough, they said "Made in 
Taiwan".
Scimitar seemed to growl. Of course, only this would happen to him.
But, how? How could there be.....
"Mewtwo, I'm sorry."
/For what?/
"Remember that incident, when you bet me I couldn't make a Dragonball out of 
those toy Pokeballs?"
/............../
Mewtwo was usually renowned for its psychotic desposition. That was nothing 
compared to his rage now.
_KA-BOOM!_
"I'm really sorry!"
_BAM!_
"If I only knew-"
_BOOOOOOOOOM!_
"Eep,"
Scimitar slumped against the tree, happy that Mewtwo's temper tantrum was 
over.
/You idiot. We left Nerima, in Alkanphel's hands. We left Gordon, Noname and 
the others in the lurch for this half-baked "Become an Ultra-Saiyan plan of 
yours. And what happens? YOU GODDAMN SCREW IT UP!/
Suddenly, Scimitar keeled over.
/Oh, you're not getting out of this that easily, Tenshin./ Mewtwo began. He 
stopped when he noticed the blood running from his mouth.
/End Flashback\

Which brings us back to where we began.
/Listen, I have no quarrel with you. I just need to help my friend. Please, 
do you know where I can get more of the senzu beans?/
The Venusaur regarded Mewtwo's words. And, suddenly, something shot from the 
plant on its back.
Mewtwo caught it, and took a look. Senzu beans.
/Thank you/


Later on, Scimitar awoke, to find himself being carried on Mewtwo's back.
/About time you woke up./
"What happened?"
/Near as I can figure, that little part of you that's human kicked in. You 
nearly killed yourself./
"Huh?"
/You've gone Super more times in the last day, than a quarter Saiyan like 
yourself should. You nearly killed yourself by over exerting./
"So, I can't go-"
/Not for a couple of days. Right now, there's a home for us in Nerima, and I 
think it would do you some good./