C87 was aptly the most brilliant fighter Trout ever fought. His eyes were an ice cold glare like a horror characters. He was tactful, but he wasn't finished with Carlton. Carlton walk out of the flames with his clothes burned off. His body was reddened over his right shoulder from a second degree burn.

" Did anyone get the license on that exploding car?"

This man hurt Carlton too far. Something was wrong with his voice. He passed face-first on the ground. C87 sheathed his sword as the time passed by. Trout's skin tone turned bright purple as he growled in anger. He raised his right hand and pointed it towards C87.

" Galick Gun!"

Trout fired a thin energy beam towards C87. It was fast but not unpredictable. C87 used his powers to remove the helicopter spinning blade from the helicopter. Without a blade the helicopter couldn't fly, and the girl and man jump out of the falling helicopter. They packed parachutes when they took off, they soar through the air safely through the air.

C87 used the helicopter blade to deflect the Galick Gun at Trout. Trout's attack went through him, blowing him into the air. C87 walk into the bank using his telekinesis to move the flames away. C87 didn't let the black man burn to death. A bunch of metal were expertly stacked on top making a fortified house for Shura. C87 picked Shura up, he was sleeping, and carried him out of the bank with one hand pressed against his stomach. But when he walked out he was surrounded by police officers.

" This is the police!" C87 was two for twelve...fifteen...maybe twenty police officers waving guns around. Brightly colored uniforms didn't make these men any more menacing, but their guns were a problem. " Put down that man and put your hands up."

C87 put Shura down and walk up to the police officers. He didn't know he was supposed to raise his hands when surrendering to police officers. The long machete on his back was rudimentary threatening. One officer tightened his finger around his gun too hard. The bullet fire at C87, his fingers glow purple catching the bullet and shifting the direction.

" Agh!" The officer's eyes almost popped out of his eye sockets seeing C87's powers.

" He's a monster! Shoot him!"

Discovery was misguided virtue, and everyone who thinks otherwise are dumb. C87 twirled his finger over and over again accumulating his psychic powers. The officers fired in panic. C87 pressed his hands together with purple light as the bullets went away.

C87 shrouded in a mist of bullets. The police officers who didn't run out were circling around C87's creation, and C87 used his powers to lift the heaping bullet over him. C87 could reverse the his powers and fire their own bullets at them, but he wasn't a monster. He lowered the massive ball of bullets and let them rain down below him.

The police officers carried nightclubs in situations where killing wasn't right and they were against someone completely dangerous. They charge at him nightclubs and roars of outcries, C87 fought them with rapid hands and quick learning. The fattest one hit first, C87 blocked him with his hand and threw him left. The scrawniest ones attacked in a crowd, C87 anticipated their attacks, vanished, and reappeared kicking them in the back. The last police officer, blond and clearly the most handsome and highest ranked officer, fired a tazer blast, two electric tweezers, at C87's face. He grabbed the tweezers; the electricity with his powers zapped the police officer. C87 wasn't playing fair, and the police officer would feel his bowels ripped off.

" Stop!" C87 released his grip over the tazer. The police officer was no longer being zapped, but his hair was burning like a marshmallow. C87 glanced at Trout, covered with blood from his own attack. " I'm not down with you!"

What made Trout interesting in C87's mathematical eyes was his resilience. " You don't have the strength to fight me."

Trout wasn't going to sit there and let a punk like C87 insult him. He had it with all C87's crafty tricks. His expression turned from cold to angry vampire blood gnaw when he hit C87. C87 touched Trout's arm. C87 could feel Trout's pulse, raising as plausible he would faint. He was pushing himself too far coughing frantic blood from his mouth. Suddenly Hasky showed up pointing her old pistol at C87.

Hasky fires a bullet at C87. C87 uses his telepathic powers to push the bullet away. She fires again and C87 uses his powers to push the bullets away. Trout escapes his hands and grabs C87 in a full nelson.

" Shoot now, honey! He can't move!"

Hasky uses her skills to form a giant rocket launcher. She points the rocket launcher at C87 and fires. Trout was waiting, biding his time until he could fly away. C87's eyes glow blue pushing the rocket away. C87 elbow Trout in his stomach as he coughs blood.

" I don't have time for this." C87 mumbled before Trout collapsing.

C87 walk up to Hasky. He approached sauntering his feet like a cold blooded killer. Hasky fired her pistol with as much ammo still left. C87 deflected the bullets waving his hands and pushing the bullets away. One bullet grazed C87's arm. C87 smelled something on his shoulder, lost strength. Tarp jumped out of nowhere raising his hands.

" I won't let you hurt any more people!"

C87 looked at Tarp. Such a little boy but with so much ferocity inside him. Was it love or hate that made him this protective? C87 closed his eyes. He imagined with a partial ripple. The waves were dark purged by no light. The water was brown then red.

Tarp watched in horror. First his hand was shaking then every police officer unconscious was shaking. They were shaking because C87 was doing something to them. Their bodies glowed, the ground rumbled, and all their skin turned yellow. This change of appearance ended after C87 opened his eyes. Tarp's hands were limp in fear. C87 moved closer to him reaching his hand for the half-Saiyan son. C87 quivered. His hand touched Tarp's hair and he thoroughly scratched, looked, and rubbed his scalp.

" I'm not a bad guy."