The members of the Dragon Team shuffled in between one another as they picked their targets to isolate. Krillin and Chiaotzu tackled the massive brute Misokatsun, Tenshinhan slammed with full force into Kishime as the two struggled in a contest of force while Yamcha attempted to do the same with Ebifurya but the latter thrust his fist forward, sending a wave of chilling Ki at his opponent in an attempt to freeze him just like he did with Muten Roshi. Yamcha vanished in the nick of time avoiding the same fate that his master met earlier.
"Quick, Oolong, transform into something and thaw Roshi out," Bulma turned to the quivering pig who jumped up on his feet when addressed and looked mighty offended at this order.
"What the heck? I was the one who saved all of you by getting you guys out of that lab. My transformation's timed out, for now, how about you do something useful for once and thaw him out?" Oolong shook his fist up in Bulma's face which further infuriated the blue-haired genius and she locked her arm over the pig's head and pounded on it a couple of times.
"Hey!" Puar's screechy voice took the entirety of Bulma's attention, surprising the woman and forcing her grip to loosen just enough for Oolong to slip through and land crudely onto his bottom. Before anyone could greet the floating feline as it had done to them, Puar transformed into a blowtorch with cartoonish facial features and blasted a stream of hot flames at the top of the ice block, beginning to melt it with torrents of cool water leaking off of it at once.
"When are you going back and graduating from the Transformation Kindergarten already?" Bulma showed her teeth to Oolong.
"I'm not a kid anymore, they won't let me in…" Oolong wrapped his arms over his chest while squinting at the howling banshee with a standoffish look. "I know, I've submitted my application a few times already."
"You're not sad because you won't get the chance to learn to shapeshift properly, you're regretting the fact that you won't get to peek under the teacher's skirt and steal her underwear!" Puar gave his childhood friend a scolding look.
"Oh, look, the guys are doing pretty well…" Oolong looked away and pointed at the scene of the heated battle to divert the subject.
While Oolong wasn't able to keep up with the battle, he was not entirely wrong with his assessment. Krillin soared up with a flying uppercut, knocking Misokatsun's head back after managing to gain an upper hand in the clash but it didn't seem like the enemy had taken too much damage from it. The flexible giant extended his clawed hand and locked his claws over Krillin's heel, turning the martial artist around over his head and bashing him a couple of times at the icy stone beneath them. Krillin placed his hands by his forehead, releasing a Solar Fist to blind his opponent and regain freedom of movement and then proceeded to pound at Misokatsun's body again. After what seemed like dozens of rushing strikes, Krillin was forced to back out of the fray and the brute appeared to have regained his eyesight.
"It's no use. I've got the edge on him in terms of power and skill but I can't leave any damage on his body!" Krillin grunted to Chiaotzu who held back a bit. Misokatsun's body began shining with erupting Ki as he charged forward with his head lowered down, aiming to slam his highly flexible, massive body at his two opponents but Chiaotzu extended his hands and froze the enemy in mid-air with his psychokinesis. Chiaotzu flew over his opponent, emitting a telekinetic pulse from his hands that pushed his enemy into the ground and forced him to slide across, missing his targets and leaving a deep ridge in the frozen stone.
"It's no use!" Misokatsun roared out as sprung back to life and charged at Chiaotzu with a tackle, splashing his body right up into Chiaotzu's face and throwing him flying away into the air. The floating ghoul stopped himself with a flip and managed to regain his footing in mid-air.
"I've got an idea, Krillin, attack him now!" Chiaotzu yelled out, rubbing his forehead and the bruise that he took when Misokatsun slammed into him. Krillin charged forward again, rushing right at Misokatsun who prepared to tank Krillin's attacks with his incredibly flexible body once more only to respond with a bashing counter-attack but Krillin stopped right before Misokatsun's face with a mean grimace of a tongue sticking out so close that Krillin might have actually licked the Bio-Warrior had he wanted to.
"What's this!? You'll pay!" Misokatsun growled, throwing his head forward for a headbutt but only managing to hit thin air as Krillin's afterimage faded away instead of the martial artist himself taking the hit. Krillin appeared behind Misokatsun, hitting the brute with a straight kick to the back of his unprotected head.
Stunned by the shocking impact, Misokatsun was even more baffled to see Krillin vanish and appear right in front of him once more, only to stop his flight with a straight cross to Misokatsun's face that was so stiff, it plunged deep into the Bio-Warrior's mushy face up to Krillin's elbow. The martial artist finished the combination with a spinning kick in mid-air, sending Misokatsun down again. This time, however, the giant reeled in pain, having felt the full brunt of Krillin's attacks.
"Grrr… What's going on? I was gifted with a super-flexible body capable of brushing off any hit. How can I be taking damage from these strikes?" Misokatsun pondered out loud with a lowly growl in his voice.
"Heh, I don't quite get it, but as long as it's working…" Krillin laughed out, letting down his guard as he rubbed the back of his bald head, very amused at the successful rush of blows that he had landed on his opponent.
Misokatsun opened his mouth, releasing a mouth blast that went straight for Krillin but stopped in mid-air before careening off to the skies where it detonated without harming anyone, coloring the skies with its luminosity and forcing Misokatsun to throw his head up as the idea of what was going on finally dawned on him. True enough, Chiaotzu was floating above with his hands extended downward.
"You!" Misokatsun growled. "You're messing with me! That's why!"
"I see… Nice thinking Chiaotzu, using your telekinesis to prevent his body from flexing so that it is forced to absorb the force directly instead of spreading it out!" Krillin snapped his fingers. "Alright, let's see how you'll handle this!"
The bald-headed martial artist raised his hand over his head, allowing a high-pitched warning to fill the air as a disc made out of golden Ki with razor-sharp teeth rotating at its edges formed and floated over his palm. Chiaotzu focused his telekinetic grip on his opponent, leaving no chance for the blobby brute to escape its fate.
"Kienzan!" Krillin shouted out, sending the razor-sharp disc of Ki buzzing right at the subdued giant and cutting him in half as the disc expanded just before reaching its target to encompass his entire body and slice him clean in half. Misokatsun gargled in pain for a short while before both of his disembodied pieces blew up with a comparably puny degree of detonation for a body this powerful.
Black wires protruded from the arms and chest of the reptilian Kishime. The whip-like protrusions lit up with crackling electricity as the Bio-Warrior attempted to lash his enemy to ribbons only for Yamcha to dance around the lashing whips with a cocky look on his face, feeling perfectly in control over the flow of this battle. Yamcha blitzed in onto his opponent, vanishing and leaving afterimages to fool Kishime and force him to direct his whips towards them instead of the real threat, invisible to his opponent.
The martial artist swiped his hands with a blazing chop of both of his hands at the upper section of Kishime's body, stunning the reptilian Bio-Warrior in place. Yamcha unleashed a flurry of strikes, overwhelming the enemy before finishing his combination of strikes with a backhand smack that sent Kishime flying. Yamcha pursued with a jumping kick that only added velocity to Kishime's flight. Despite the additional speed, the martial artist quickly caught up to his airborne opponent and redirected Kishime to soar to the air with a high kick that hit the reptilian square to his chin and sent him straight up like an arrow.
Yamcha dashed right after, rotating his body like a gyroid as he kicked and struck with his signature bent-fingers palm strikes before vanishing away and appearing hundreds of meters over his opponent as he dived back down with a storm of kicks before lowering to his opponent's level and overwhelming him with a barrage of physical strikes, all of them delivered in rapid succession before Yamcha finished off his combination of strikes with a thrust of his hands, hitting the enemy straight in the chest, emulating the jaws of a rabid wolf.
"Neo Wolf-Fang Fist!" Yamcha yelled out as his attack concluded with the enemy hitting the floor battered and broken as the human martial artist landed beside him. "Say, you Bio-Warrior guys aren't too bad. How old are you guys anyway? It took me many years of training to acquire this level of power. It would really feel lousy to know that you guys just got created this strong, you know…"
"You talk too much!" Kishime shrieked as his whips suddenly sprung to life, wrapping around Yamcha's body and tying him down in place. The Bio-Warrior extended his foot and pulled harder to wrap his whips around the body of his opponent even tighter as he put on greater and greater squeeze with time. "You're far stronger than I thought you'd be, it won't matter though, you'll die screaming for mercy all the same!"
Electricity surged from Kishime's lightning whips, engulfing Yamcha and forcing the entrapped martial artist to struggle and writhe in pain with loud grunts. Another and another surge passed down Yamcha's body, driving the martial artist weary and sending him to one knee as the brutal Kishime simply did not relent in punishing him for dropping his guard. Smoke trailed from Yamcha's skin as the voltage would have been sufficient to kill any lesser man immediately and it was designed to crush the resistance from even the mightiest martial artists that the world had to offer.
"Not even someone as strong as you can escape! Without the use of your arms, you can't do much in terms of attacking, can you?" Kishime laughed out. The face of the brutal warrior shifted drastically when he noticed that Yamcha wasn't enraged nor did he look ready to beg for mercy. The martial artist was simply cackling as if he was being amused. "What's so funny!? It's all your fault that you'll die here! You shouldn't have messed with Dr. Wheelo's plans, Dr. Wheelo has no use for trash like you!"
An alarming howl of Ki made Kishime's eyes shoot wide open, he had no idea where the attack was coming from. The reptilian looked away, examining Yamcha's allies, suspecting that one of them might have chosen to intercept and aid their comrades but all of them were occupied with their own business at that moment. It was when Kishime turned back to face his opponent that a Ki blast hit him square in the face. Kishime blacked out for a second as he tumbled to the ground and then crawled aside to get back to his feet and regain his senses.
Yamcha posed in front of his opponent, now free, wielding a small sphere of Ki levitating over his hand. Kishime didn't see it coming that Yamcha might have had a technique that didn't require the free use of his arms, then again, if he had the ability to form a Ki attack that only required the use of his wrist, he might have pulled this off.
"You sly bastard… You had a technique that didn't need the use of your arms and you slipped it in when I looked away to make sure it hits me…" Kishime growled with a face that was busted open and bled bright purple.
"That's right, I've been waiting for the perfect chance to whip out this technique of mine but I only got the chance now. The Soukidan!" Yamcha grinned with his homing energy sphere floating over his hand. The martial artist extended his hand, letting his blast go. Kishime lashed out with his whips, trying to swat the Ki blast aside as it didn't look like it channeled that much Ki and one good strike of his whips might have been all it would have taken but with precise control over his attack via some odd body language and hand signs, Yamcha outmaneuvered his opponent and the Soukidan hit Kishime right in the face again.
Yamcha's ace technique did not stop there, however, it proceeded to hammer the opponent with passing strikes again and again as it appeared in and out of his point of view. It became self-evident that Yamcha had learned how to fool the eyes of his opponent and make it difficult for their eyes to track his energy bullet as it maneuvered around them, utilizing every blind spot he knew in the process. Once the energy sphere was done hammering at his opponent and wearing them down, it delivered one final dig into Kishime's stomach where it detonated, reducing the enemy to a lifeless body with a blown-out abdomen on the ground.
The damage was sufficient to detonate the body outright just moments later, leaving Yamcha alone to sigh and examine the battlefield, looking if any of his allies need help in dealing with their opponents.
"Freeze a thousand times over, as you are at the mercy of my Freezing Fist!" Ebifurya roared as he punched thin air again, sending a contained tunnel of freezing blizzard in Tenshinhan's direction though the three-eyed martial artist just stood there in his fighting pose, feeling content with taking Ebifurya's ace technique head-on.
Even the Bio-Warrior himself was shocked to see that his freezing strike had passed right through Tenshinhan, leaving the three-eyed martial artist completely unfazed by his attack. A light glimmer of blazing orange simmered around Tenshinhan's body as a warming aura that prevented Ebifurya's Freezing Fist from having any effect on Tenshinhan whatsoever.
"Your technique might be formidable in the hands of a much more powerful combatant. Though the way you are now, we have long since surpassed the wall of mere hot or cold in our training," Tenshinhan stated with a calm face as he moved up to Ebifurya in an instant and drove his elbow into Ebifurya's gut, stunning the pink Bio-Warrior in place and simply turning off his body as it twitched in agony.
With a stiff elbow strike, Tenshinhan sent the enemy flying away and rushed in pursuit, moving in from down below, Tenshinhan scooped the Bio-Warrior up by raising his right leg up and leaving Ebifurya's whited out, lifeless body hanging on his raised foot before the fighter swung it like a windmill, sending his distressed opponent away. Before Ebifurya covered too much distance, Tenshinhan kicked at his body once more with a push kick.
The three-eyed martial artist turned around, thinking his opponent defeated but the signature of rustling Ki in Ebifurya caught Tenshinhan's attention long before his enemy could rise back up and catch him by surprise. The bald-headed fighter turned his head around, wondering what his opponent would do now and if he was truly foolish enough to continue this pointless fight.
Ebifurya roared out, flinging a couple of Ki blasts in Tenshinhan's direction. The calm martial artist spun his body around and stepped aside, avoiding them as they careened off and blew off multiple glaciers far off in the distance. The pink Bio-Warrior rushed onward, with gentle confusion as to why his opponent still went on about this, Tenshinhan followed suit as the two clashed in the middle with a power struggle.
"Why keep fighting?" Tenshinhan inquired. "My strength is far superior to yours, let alone my skill. Your only ace technique is useless against me. Submit, this battle is over. I have no satisfaction from a fight such as this. I don't see why you should either."
"You fool! Dr. Wheelo created us Bio-Warriors for one purpose and one purpose alone! To fight! That is the only thing we know, higher functions and callings than this are reserved to the Bio-Warrior that will serve Dr. Wheelo as his next body." Ebifurya growled, showing his teeth. In his scowl Tenshinhan saw the answer to his question – this warrior knew without a doubt that he was doomed but he fought because that was his only purpose. Not to win or lose but to merely fight, that was all for which he was created. This one experiment.
Tenshinhan threw his head forward, stunning Ebifurya as all senses left his twitching and tumbling body. With a slow strut the martial artist approached his broken opponent, Tenshinhan's musculature grew leaner as all sense of tension disappeared from his body. A clear-white aura erupted from Tenshinhan's body as he punched right into the solar plexus of his opponent, punching through the flesh and leaving his fist stuck somewhere in between in and out of Ebifurya's body.
The cool, white aura breezed through Ebifurya as Tenshinhan channeled it, erupting out from every opening and pore in the Bio-Warrior's body as it began convulsing and exploded into a storm of white, snow-like particles. Tenshinhan turned around, normalizing the method of Ki control and regaining his normal battle power and body shape as he faced Dr. Wheelo in his submarine form.
"You have committed a grave offense against martial arts and life itself creating these poor brutes. It's something I won't forgive you for until I can make you pay the only way I know how. With my fists!" Tenshinhan clenched his fist out in front of him.
"Come on, now, Tenshinhan…" Krillin shrugged as the two other martial artists rushed in to join their comrade by his side. "The battle's over, we've beat those Bio-Warriors already. There's no use punching some disembodied brain in a jar, is it?"
"Hmph… Thick as a rock, I see…" Dr. Wheelo's voice rung far and wide, demanding all of the Dragon Team's attention. "If you think that I, the great and mighty genius that is Dr. Wheelo have left myself defenseless, you are greatly mistaken! This entire complex of laboratories is here to serve as my mechanical body if the need arises!"
As a testament to his words, more and more vehicle-sized gadgets burst forth from the ice all around the area, rushing in to connect to the submarine-like structure that Dr. Wheelo floated as. A long, scorpion-like tail extended from his back and whipped with a thunderous lash in mid-air as Dr. Wheelo rose onto his feet for the first time in decades.
Yamcha extended his hand to blow up one of the limbs coming in hot to conjoin with the rest of the transforming body but Tenshinhan stopped him. The two understood each other without speaking as Tenshinhan's determination to fight something that he could punch and punish for what Dr. Wheelo had done triumphed their need to weaken the enemy.
And thus Dr. Wheelo rose complete in his metallic, bipedal, scorpion-like mechanical body that held his supersized brain inside of a jar. Beneath that jar, a single, red lamp beamed with crimson light as the only purveyor of life and consciousness streaming through the mechanical body. Two long and slim metallic arms, armed with vicious, hooked claws and feet to match extended from the central structure that came to be from the submarine-form completing the transformation.
"This will be more than enough to deal with meaningless chatter like you. Though seeking Son Goku out all by myself so that I can take his body and transfer my brain into it will be troublesome to do all by myself, at the end of the day, I am the only one competent enough to do such a thing anyway. No one else is on my level, no one else can do this!" Dr. Wheelo released a shockwave of a vociferous sonic boom as he flexed his mechanical body in front of the Dragon Team, showing off its might and vigor to his baffled opponents.
Arrogant as ever, Dr. Wheelo was about to begin his eradication of those that stood in the way of him and the grisly science experiment which he sought to perform.