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10- Risky Business
"Krillin. Take Yamcha to Bulma and give him a Senzu bean. Go, now!" Piccolo shouted, cocking his head towards Krillin. Krillin nodded and cautiously walked over to Yamcha's body, keeping an eye on the androids, both of which hadn't moved at all. He picked up the body of Yamcha, draping him over his shoulder, and took off. Piccolo waited until Krillin was gone to make the first remark.
"You guys look kind of strange to me. Especially for androids." he told them, rewarded by a surprised look from the old man. The fat, pale one remained expressionless and silent. The look of surprise was replaced by a look of smugness, as the old man chuckled.
"You knew we were androids. And where we would start our attack. I'm surprised. Smart for a Namek." he remarked, grinning, "May I ask how you knew?"
It was Piccolo's turn to chuckle, "If you're as strong as we've heard, you should make us tell you."
The old, mustached android laughed evilly, "Well, now that sounds like a wonderful idea. Doesn't it, 19?"
"Yes." the fat, pale android simply replied, his high voice scratchy, like a broken doll.
Piccolo retorted, "Well then, let's take this somewhere else. Somewhere without so many distractions."
Finishing the sentence, he took to the sky, veering away from the city and flying towards the desert wasteland, past the outskirts. The androids followed suit, easily keeping up with Piccolo and Tien as they made their way to the desert. Piccolo kept leading them away from the city until the mustached man spoke up.
"This is far enough," he said, descending onto the ground, "We fight here."
Piccolo and Tien nodded, descending and landing less than thirty feet from their enemies. As soon as his feet hit the ground, Piccolo's mind was calculating, his eyes scanning their surroundings. The old man wasted no time commencing the battle.
"Which one of you two will fight 19 first?" he asked the group, his voice unnervingly casual, "I know one of you is eager."
Tien exchanged a glance with Piccolo, who cleared his throat.
"Me." he replied, keeping his voice cool and collected. A single bead of sweat traced is way down the side of Piccolo's stone expression. The sun beat down in waves as the two fighters stepped forward, glaring.
"Hm!" mocked the fat, pale robot, grinning evilly as he stared Piccolo down. A couple minutes passed, seeming like an eternity of sun, sweat and stares. Piccolo grew tired of his opponent's overconfidence and finally broke the unbearable silence.
"Come at me." he stated, his voice as confident as his mind. The confidence was broken when the android called 19 disappeared into thin air. Piccolo's eyes widened as he rapidly scanned the area, searching for any trace of a power level, finding nothing.
Tien shouted from behind, "PICCOLO!"
Before the Namek could even think, a pair of cold, metal alloy arms grabbed him from behind and pulled him into a bear hug.
"Ugh!" he shouted, as the arms of 19 squeezed with a pressure that made it not overly painful, but impossible to move. Tien jumped to help, but in the blink of an eye, the mustached man was in front of him.
"You won't interfere." he said, holding his arms out, "Unless you can go through me."
Tien backed off, knowing full well that he had no chance. Piccolo struggled and shot his arms outward, breaking the android's hold and spun, kicking the android directly in the face. 19 stumbled backwards but responded with a quick jab. Piccolo dodged and grabbed the android's arm and karate chopped it; the arm severed at the elbow.
"Yaaaaaaaaagh!" the android screamed, maybe in pain, maybe in shock. He retreated a few feet and stared at the Namek in shock. Piccolo glanced at the robotic arm he was holding and dropped it, crushing it with his foot. The android was pissed. He charged Piccolo and engaged him, losing every time. Piccolo was simply landing every punch and before long, the android was quickly losing power.
"Well, the Namek can fight." A voice said from behind Tien. Startled, Tien nearly turned and punched Vegeta in the face.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Tien yelled, looking over Vegeta's shoulder and seeing Trunks.
"Well, I did come to help, but apparently the Namek doesn't need it. I'll take care of the other one." Vegeta said, his cocky and cool voice showing through again. He smirked and glanced around, looking for the other android he had seen when he arrived. There was only one problem. The older, mustached android was gone.