Why we never run out of Bullets

Author Note: Hello all my loyal subjects! Hee hee just kidding. So here I am, watching Gokaiger, when I think a random thought, "How do they never run out of bullets in their guns?" I know, only I would think of that with all the drama on the screen. :P So, here's my theory in this pointless one-shot! Enjoy!

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Doc grumbled under his breath as he took one of the hundreds of boxes from the special freezer below deck. Only this particular setting would keep these safe…well, until they were in the guns. He took the pizza box-shaped container to the table and opened it, couching with the heavy odor and green steam that rose out of it.

"Alright, everyone," he announced to the others, "give me your guns."

"Think fast," he wound up getting smacked in the forehead forcefully when Marvelous threw it.

"Ow…" for some reason Joe and Luka decided that was a good idea, because pretty quick he was clutching it, the throbbing now horrible, as he groaned, "ow, ow, ow!"

"I apologize for them, Doc-san," Ahim handed hers to him, patting his shoulder, "would you like some help?"

Remembering with a shudder the last time she tried to help him do this, he politely denied, "No thanks."

She gave him another smile, then went to make some tea at the other end of the table. The timid Pirate male sat down on his end, opening up his gun first in the back and taking a bullet from the box. It was cold and black, but it was highly explosive. If you dropped it, it'd be equal to a grenade on a puddle of gasoline. And despite being cold at touch, it was really very hot. He'd forgotten his gloves, and he yelped, dropping it.

He kicked out to catch it, and it instead flew off the wall and landed in Marvelous' coffee cup. Doc could only watch, horrified, as the Captain took a swig out of it. He quickly noticed how his crewmate was staring and raised an eyebrow.

"What..?" he never finished.

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"There you go…" Ahim was rubbing Marvelous' back as he vomited yet again into the toilet.

"Doc…" he gasped when the horrible retching ended, "you…better…fix those guns…so they never…run out…of bullets…or I'll…" He quickly threw his head back over the bowl.

"Yes, Marvelous-san," he quickly scrambled back to the table and pondered the guns design and how to keep the bullets reloaded. Suddenly, something clicked inside his brain, and he got to work.

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The particular group of Zangyzack the Pirates were destroying sure required a lot of bullets. Or maybe it was because Marvelous was still sick to his stomach and weak from being poisoned. Either way, it didn't take too long before Luka was backed into a corner, clicking her gun.

"I'm out!" she snarled to Doc, "DOC!"

"Just put it in your holder, it'll recharge!" he called, and when she did, she grinned at the feeling over power and started to fire again.

After the battle…

"Wow, Doc," Luka commented as they lounged on the ship, "what did you do to fix up the guns?"

"Well, it uses energy solarly," he explained, "it charges into our powers and connects to the wiring in our guns, so now all we do is put it in the holders. No more bullet-wrestling for me, no more poisoning for Marvelous, and more victory's for us all." He looked pretty proud of himself.

"I wouldn't be so sure…" the Captain's face was sickly again as he looked inside his gun with the others, "is there a chemical in there?"

"Yes, the bullet powder has…" he listed the elements in the bullets for him, "why?"

"I'm allergic to cloyrine!" his eyes went wide as he ran to the toilet.

And that, my friends, is the day that they would never run out of bullets again and Doc got a broken arm.

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