(author's note: there is a noticeable gap in the story progression between the last chapter and this one; this will be explained in a sequel)

Krillin was in the air, bursting through faster than a cannonball. He could already note the soot forming in the sky; it would soon block out the sun. There was an ice age coming. This was really happening. Everything was turning straight to shit.

Krillin, though, was making a conscious effort to ignore this abysmal situation. He needed to focus on the current situation to assure that what needed to immediately accomplished would immediately be accomplished. Everything would work itself out in the end, as long as Krillin was able to take down David right now and put an end to his scheme.

West City was in the distance. It was barely noticeable amidst all the dust, but it was apparent due to the fact that it was a tiny city made of ashes, whereas most of the ground was completely flat, aside from the comets scattered about. They were smaller than the standard 6-mile one, and a picky scientist might even categorize them as a meteorite; but Krillin was a simple man of simple times who had no interest in such nitpicky categorization but was instead wholly satisfied with the general idea of big rocks colliding with Earth being transferred even though it may not be completely scientifically correct. After all, this is real life, so everything must be completely correct in order for it to be even remotely passable as a chronology of events.

A fleeting thought occurred to Krillin. If he had left before fighting the FurryBots, he definitely could have gotten David prior to his escape. It was very much like him to ignore everyone in his presence and up and leave in the middle of a fight, just in the interest of time. The reason why he didn't leave is clearly a brain teaser that will puzzle the people for generations to come. It would have made for such good reading, too!

Krillin descended down to West City. He had deduced that David was hiding out there, after a few very deliberate hints from Yamcha, and so he had gone there. It was a logical process which, in terms of natural sequence, surpassed most of the nonsense I've pumped out recently. In fact, I would say it was only like 78% forced.

Once Krillin touched down on the ground, he almost immediately spotted David. He was tottering about, dusting around his little space pod which the citizens of West City, which David planned to rename "Space Town" simply because he really liked the way that space looked. He was kinda a fanatic about it. Other potential names for it included "Kitty Cat Ville" and "Moonville and Antarctica". In the end, however, he settled for Space Town, simply because he didn't give a damn about you or this town no more.

Now now, before I devolve into mindless babbling, I should likely continue the plot in one form or another. As I was saying, David was dusting about around his satellite, and when Krillin finally touched the ground he turned around on his hind legs and shrieked out, "You? Not you! The FurryBots should have gotten you!" Krillin merely grinned back at him.

"They were no match for me. A friend of mine took them all out for me, so I was able to catch up with you. Time to put a stop to your dastardly deeds!"

"Why won't you die? Darn diddly do dat, time to proceed into plan B."

"You've got another back-up plan?!" Krillin was mad, because David had already gone through like 6 different plans so far. He had really hoped that this would be straightforward and he could just beat up David and get it over with. Unfortunately, he couldn't, because that would be way too clichéd to be enjoyable in any way.

"Look, now, Kai-Man, I just want to leave here. I've already killed like 5 and a half billion people today, so if we could go to an uninhabited area to fight where nobody else would get hurt that would be wonderful. I don't want to scare any of my underlings," David said, jestering to the people inside his pod.

"Shew, I thought you were going to do something complicated, David! That was a close one. Let's go!"

"You can fly through the air to the fight. I'll take my pod." With this in mind, David jumped into a small little space pod he had attached to his sattelite and began to fly off. Krillin took off soon afterwards, flying through the air like Superman.

It is worth duly noting that the dialog featured above was absolutely awful.

Once the two came to an area completely uninhabited by humans, they mutually agreed to go down there. David did this by shaking his escape pod about in a way that screamed, "Is this a good place to fight?" and Krillin responded by happily nodding his head. When David's pod came into contact with the dense ground, it created a small little puff of dirt that only served to add to the awful air pollution the onslaught of comets had caused.

David hopped out of his pod, his fists raised in all powerful competitiveness. Krillin decided to counter his well-trained, heavily articulated form by taking on his own unique posture that only other members of the Turtle Clan could use, like Yamcha and Goku and Master Roshi and Grandpa Gohan and Ox-King.

Krillin tried to figure out what to do as his first move. He then remembered that he was dealing with a normal human being, so he could beat him up in basically any way he pleased. While he briefly considered stuffing him with M'N'M's until he begged for mercy, he ultimately came up with the idea of something a bit more conventional: punching him once or twice so that he couldn't get back up. Without a seconds hesitation, he rushed right at David, and with nothing but a single swing of his fist, sent him flying across the lightly falling snow. Krillin had just put him right into submission.

Krillin was rightfully shocked at how well this had gone. He had a sneaking suspicion in the back of his mind this whole time that David had some secret plan going on that would put Krillin into a spot of weakness so that David could win and probably kill everyone too. It didn't seem much like David to just enter a fight like that, but he was the one laying in the snow so it was pretty much futile to wonder why. From here, Krillin just had to clean up the mess David had caused.

Krillin's first objective would be to go talk to Dende and see if he could get the Dragon Balls restored. From there, he would just have to gather up all the Dragon Balls and see if he could get Shenron to reverse all the damage he had caused. It would be a very simple process, overall.

Krillin wished, at the very back of his mind, that he had known what David was up to. Perhaps what he was doing really was beneficial for everyone, but only in a twisted sort of way. Perhaps, throughout all his efforts to make a utopian society, David had managed to not create a dystopian society but instead a society in which everyone genuinely was equal, free, and, even, happy.

Krillin, though, was not interested in these possibility. He was perfectly okay with keeping everything exactly as it had been, as the simple idea of a tyrannical man controlling everyone was too much for him to bare. He just wanted to return to his cubicle, wherein he could have very exciting challenges like searching for an F key and running out of coffee. A comfortable, controlled life like that was all that he could ask for, not a life in which somebody acted like a boss and controlled his life. He just wanted to fit into his role in society and that was all. Maybe fight a criminal or two along the way too. Krillin turned into the sun so that he could fly away, toward Dende. After a hit like that, David should be out for quite some time, so Krillin would handle him after handling everything else. There was a FUCKING COMET in his way, which he promptly blasted into oblivion to allow for an easy exit. Everything was going well.

Krillin turned around, to look at the once-menace who was laying behind him now. He had been subdued so easily, so quickly, that Krillin should have thought of it sooner. Simple, physical contact was always the answer to every problem, he thought to himself, with a smug smirk. It was then that Krillin experienced the most painful moment that he would ever experience in his life.

With a flash the length of a blink of an eye, Krillin felt himself fall down to the ground. Hot blood poured over his skin, coating him in a crimson puddle of glaze which seeped into his skin and stung like the devil. He clutched at his stomach, feeling nothing but blood and guts. What was once there was no longer; there was no skin, just oozing blood and a emptiness. He felt little claw marks around the wound, like someone had just pushed through his skin then retracted back out of it in an instant.

This was precisely what David had done. While Krillin was turned around, David had lunged at him with amazing speed, punching through his stomach and out the back, where the FurryBots had cut up Krillin so well. Krillin was ultimately left delirious by this, shaking around on the ground, coughing up blood and losing vision. David laughed from behind him, finally having the upper hand against Krillin.

Krillin turned himself around, laying on his back. He dry heaved up at the sky, unable to form a breath. In between his many breaths, he managed to cough out the words, "What… what was - that?"

David stopped laughing for a moment of silent contemplation. After some thought, he responded with a quote of his own, "I will rule the world with a iron fist - or titanium fist, if need be."

Krillin couldn't figure out what this meant. He was dreary from blood loss, unable to comprehend any of what was going on around him. "What-what-what does that… mean?" he managed to sigh out.

"I made myself an android, you twit. That was the point of me boarding the escape pod - the entire operation into a cyborg took place in there. I'm stronger now, strong enough to attack you like that. You never even saw it coming, either."

Krillin was still conscious enough to know this was no good. He had to end the David threat here and there, before it spread even further. Krillin pushed himself up onto two wobbly feet, trying to focus on what was going on. He was barely able to make out anything amidst the blood covering his eyes and his delirious vision, to the point, where David was just a shadowy figure in the distance, despite the fact that he was naught but five feet away. Everything was indistinguishable to Krillin amongst the strong purple haze.

He made an effort to steady himself. He tried running towards David, but within seconds David had slung him off to the side. Krillin found it hard to concentrate, even while on the ground, on anything. He had felt pain before, and so much pain too, but this was entirely different from it all. What he had experienced beforehand was just fleeting pain, which was remedied either by death or healing; this was lasting.

Krillin stood back up, this time making a conscious effort to focus in on David. He managed to figure out David's relative location, but the world was still turning around and around. Krillin couldn't even consider an attack in conditions like this.

"You're not… you're not gonna get away with this," Krillin slurred out, trying desperately to retain his normal KaiMan figure. However, Krillin and David both knew that KaiMan was long gone at this point. He was just a ruse to keep Krillin from losing his sanity.

Krillin blinked for what felt like a second, but very well may have been a millennium. When he reopened his eyes, David was standing next to him, glaring down at Krillin's minute stature. "You're just living a lie, KaiMan. You're nothing that you claim to be. It's funny that I have to soak you in blood and pummel you into the ground before you realize that you're just lying to yourself." David took this moment to pull off Krillin's red mask, which he tossed over to the side. "You're just putting on a front to make it through life, just like the rest of us. You're nothing but a front man."

With this, Krillin fell down to the ground one last time. The blood loss was irreparable at this point, so much so that he could no longer stay conscious. The blood seeping out of his body formed a small little tributary, creating a stream of crimson ooze over to Krillin's old mask. The blood tarnished the mask, soaking every inch of it in the red water. After just a moment, the mask was unrecognizable; it was nothing but a remnant of what it once was.

Krillin was left staring up at the sky, feeling the blood leave his body. The last thing he saw was David flying away on his built-in jetpacks, his robotic figure taunting Krillin. "You're not gonna get away wit…" Krillin muttered, his voice trailing off as he entered the sanctum of his own mind. The exterior world was no longer in existence to him, as the only thing left was his mind's recreation of Yajirobe's plump figure throwing the mask at him and chanting, "Here, take this. You might as well have it. You're already living a lie."

Before long, Yajirobe went away. Only the mask was left, sitting there, taunting him; and then, that too vanished.