"What happened here?" Serena looked past the policeman, but couldn't see much in the night.
"That information is classified," the rookie extended his arm to usher her away.
At that moment, Rae stopped them, "Serena, wait!" She caught Serena's wrist and almost immediately started pulling her toward the scene. "Serena, come on, I need you to tell Detective Kosha a few things about Goku!"
"Goku? What about Goku?" Serena stumbled as Rae dragged her along. "Rae, hold up, what's going on?"
The female detective who tried to arrest Goku was waiting with one of the first policemen holding a flashlight for her. Kosha looked up from her notepad at the two girls.
Rae stopped a few feet away from Kosha, with Serena panting to catch her breath, "Detective Kosha, this is Sarina; she was with Goku while all this took place." Sarina's eyes widened at the state the street was in as Kosha flipped to a new page in her notebook, then started asking questions, "Serena, do you know if Mr. Goku or Mr. Vegeta had any enemies or possible enemies?"
"What? No . . . " Sarina trailed off, then started again, "Well, he did mention someone named Garlic Junior, but I have no idea who he is."
Detective Kosha scribbled something down, "What were you doing with Mr. Goku earlier today?"
"We were looking for my cat, Luna."
"Did he say anything to you about Vegeta or Garlic Junior?"
"No, not really."
Kosha eyed Serena suspiciously, "Please, tell me everything you know about this case; it will be hard enough to crack without you withholding information, too."
Serena looked down at the ground, "Well, he said that Garlic was evil and that Vegeta hated cats, that's all."
Kosha nodded, "Thank you for your cooperation. We'll notify your parents that you're being held at the police station for further questioning."
Both girls were appalled.
"But Detective, we've already answered your questions!" Rae complained.
"Yes, I know, but I still have more to ask you two. Please, stay with the . . ."
A massive boom cut the detective cut the detective short.
A blue beam, about the size of a truck, rammed into one of the haphazardly placed police vehicles, incinerating parts of it. The beam disappeared, and, as if on cue, the street lamps came on. Beneath their yellow glow, a blue, four-armed form appeared, struggling to stay standing. The police car, now on its side, obstructed the view of several people, but Serena and Rae could see clearly the look of hatred on Sushi's face.
"Bastard!!"
A human, shorter than Sushi, rused to his side and skidded to a halt with one foot,using the other one once he stopped to face in the direction from which the blast came.
Goku's voice came in from off to the side, as if the two were watching him, "What's wrong? You two aren't afraid of little ol' me, are ya?"
Sushi shook his right upper fist in Goku's direction, "Why don't you come here and say that to my fist! Or are you the scardy cat?"
"I'm not scared of you two weaklings," Goku strolled into view as casually as possible. "Well, I'm waiting. Are you going to attack me, or not?"
Sushi was boiling over, "Why you little . . ! I should pull that damn tongue of yours right out of your throat!"
Goku merely laughed, "I'm shaking in my boots."
"Damn you!" Sushi coiled back, ready to strike.
"Sushi!" the human barked. "Relax a bit; this over-stuffed turkey isn't going anywhere."
The blue monster turned to his friend, "What?"
"Ha ha ha. This guy isn't going to leave, he's going to stay right here instead. And kill us."
The people present were shocked at the statement, yet Goku seemed not to care, even as the man continued.
"That's right. This guy will stop at nothing to kill us, all because we follow Garlic Junior. Yes, my friend, he isn't going far."
Detective Kosha, as well as several other police officers, drew their guns on Goku, "I knew it!" Kosha shouted to no one in particular. "He's the one responsible for this! That's why he refused to stay!"
Rae and Serena couldn't say anything in their disbelief. They couldn't conceive the fact that Goku could hurt someone, much less kill them.
"Give me a break!" Goku smirked, "You should know better, Tyler, that I can dodge bullets."
"Duh," the human, who Goku called Tyler, mocked, "who can't? But I am right, aren't I?"
"Well, to a point."
"See?" Tyler said to Sushi. "We can take all the time we want. Heh, we could even toy with these guys if we wanted to," he waved his hand in the police officers' direction.
Sushi's wicked grin appeared on his face as he imagined the fun he could have, "Right, I get it. And since Lord Garlic and Cinnamon are looking for the Red Heart Crystal, we have a lot of time to kill," he started laughing demonically.
Goku fisted his hands at his side, "Listen, are we going to start or not? You may have the time, but I'm running on a tight schedule, and need to get this over with."
Tyler leaned back and crossed his arms, "Alright, if you want to start, go ahead."
Goku didn't look too happy, but started the battle anyway. He pushed off, gliding over the ground in a straight line for Tyler. Tyler jumped to the side in the nick of time to avoid a right hook by Goku. When Goku stopped to change course, Sushi stepped in and trapped Goku in a tangle of arms. Goku shrieked as the blue brute squeezed, like a python, preventing him from breathing. Shrieking was the worst thing Goku could have done, for now he was running out of oxygen at a rapid pace; still, he fought back. Sushi was a tough opponent, for if Goku got one arm to loosen its strangle hold, the other three tightened theirs.
Tyler came back, "Oh-ho! It looks like our cocky little rooster isn't so tough after all. So, do you have anything to say to us now?"
Goku's vision started to black-over, then turned red when Tyler punched him across the face. He knocked Goku around a little more before Detective Kosha attempted to intervene.
"Stop! Sir, you have no authority to strike at this man! Let the law handle this!"
"The Law?" Tyler said cryptically before glaring over his shoulder. "This is too hot for the law to handle," he powered up, flames of blue energy licking at the air and causing Kosha to back away. "I suggest you toughen up," he cause the energy around him to flare into a crackling inferno, "or get out of my way!"
Tyler turned completely around to confront the detective. Although he wasn't extremely tall, he cut an overwhelming figure in the hazy blue light of the flames that lapped greedily at the night. Detective Kosha faltered as she stepped backwards. Tyler rushed in, wrapped an arm behind her body and grabbed her head with the same hand. With his other, he swiftly bent her gun out of working condition.
"If you piss me off in a good mood, I might let you die quickly. Catch me in a bad one," Tyler narrowed his eyes with menace, "and you'll be begging me to let you die."
Kosha's eyes widened. The flames weren't hot, just extremely containing. She couldn't move, yet she had to escape. Kosha attempted to fire her gun, but nothing happened. Tyler laughed at the terrified, helpless look on the detective's face when she realized that she couldn't get out of this herself. He shoved her cruelly to the ground while turning down the flames. Goku was barely hanging on to consciousness when Sushi heaved him on the ground, face first, next to Kosha. He gulped for air as Sushi joined with Tyler in his demonic laughing. Goku flipped himself over and clapped a hand to the center of his chest. Kosha, wide-eyed, looked over at Goku while he gasped in oxygen. Sushi strutted up to Tyler's side, then leaned down to taunt the two.
"Ain't this a pretty sight, eh Tyler? Two pigeons all fluffed up and just sit'n there, waiting to be flushed from the bush. All we need is the dog to do it. . . "
"And the hunter to shoot them out of the sky," Tyler finished, then broke out into his hair-raising laughter.
By this time, Goku had regained his breath, and was glaring back at Sushi and Tyler, not amused. "Well, if we're such easy pickings, why don't you kill us now?"
Sushi's smile drained all color from Detective Kosha's face, "That wouldn't be any fun, now would it?"
"In fact, you should be thanking us for our kindness," Tyler cut in. "If Cinnamon was here, he would have killed you long ago. Unlike myself, Sushi, and th' Boss, Cinnamon derives no joy from the suffering of others; only their deaths."
Sushi continued the narrative, "That's why our Lord was willing to spare him his life, in return for his loyalty, of course. Cinnamon wastes no time in toying with his opponents; he either kills them or incapacitates them as quickly as possible."
Goku looked up at Sushi from under his eyebrows while wiping his mouth with a wrist, "Gee, I feel so privileged. Now, instead of having my head bashed in and a quick death, you're going to slowly bleed the life out of me while knocking me around like a punching bag."
"That's the plan," Sushi crossed his four arms across her bare blue chest. "We could just kill you right here an' now if you prefer."
Goku smiled, "Please."
Tyler needed no second urging. Still in flames, he cocked his arm back and threw forth a beam of energy. With one swift motion, Goku dove on Kosha, grabbed hold of her, and shot the two of them away like a canon. Within the time frame of half a second, Goku had gone from being in immediate danger to being half-way safe and next to Serena and Rae, still holding Kosha.
The detective had flinched, and was startled when she found herself a good distance from Tyler and Sushi; Goku holding on to her didn't help either.
"Are you okay?" Goku asked without taking his eyes off Garlic's minions.
Kosha pushed herself away, "I'm fine! I could have you arrested for assault on a police officer for that little 'trick' of yours."
Goku didn't seem to hear her.
"Well," Tyler boasted, "it seems you didn't really mean what you said about wanting to die quickly."
Goku was loosing patience, "Oh, I do want to die quickly, just not by your hands if I can help it."
"Too bad," Tyler smirked. "You just gave up your chance at dying quickly, and either way we choose to kill you, it'll still be by 'our hands,' as you say."
Sushi snorted, "Let's skip the small talk and get straight to the action." He uncrossed his arms and fisted his hands, bending his upper arms.
