"Jaco, can you repair the spaceship?"
"To get it working again, we'd need about ten million Kongjin. Of course, if you have Xijin, even better—I could just trade it for another ship." Jaco stared at him with his golden eyes.
"Where are we supposed to find another ship in a frozen wasteland like this..."
"Exactly. You know how cold and desolate this place is. How could I possibly repair the ship? You've dragged this patrolman into a real mess. Let's hope headquarters notices our ship went down soon and sends someone to rescue us."
"I knew you were useless. Hmph, I've already contacted my good friend. He'll definitely come and rescue us." Tights proudly raised the Communicator on her wrist and looked at Jaco smugly.
"You have friends out in space?" Jaco asked in surprise.
"Sure. My friend's name is Roland. I met him a long time ago."
Jaco thought for a moment, but still couldn't figure out when Tights had met anyone from space. He sidled up to her and asked ingratiatingly, "Are you sure your friend will come rescue us? Did you tell him we're being hunted by Frieza's men? You didn't tell him, right? You mustn't, or no one will come to rescue us."
Tights pushed Jaco away in annoyance. "I already told him someone was after us."
"Why would you tell him that? If he finds out he'll have to face the Frieza Force, he might not come." Jaco protested loudly, glaring at Tights.
"I wouldn't try to trick him like you do. Besides, Roland's a Saiyan. Frieza Force or not, he'll definitely come." Tights pursed her lips.
"What? The person you called is a Saiyan? Aren't they extinct?"
"Roland escaped when his home planet was destroyed." Tights rolled her eyes at Jaco.
Jaco sprang to