"I don't understand how they were able to use the Dragon Balls," Tien said with a shake of his head. "Its far too early for them to be activated."
I frowned as I paced through the main gathering area of our island… hideout? Base? Headquarters? … needing to keep on the move. It was a way I dealt with stress. Which considering that I had just gotten back from saving two kidnapped people only to learn that two more people had been kidnapped? Yeah… just a TOUCH stressed.
Piccolo pressing his mouth into a thin line. "According to Kami a rare mystical event has taken place. The Dragon Moon."
Baba nodded her head. "Yes… yes I thought that Mars looked especially bright last night." She had been unusually… calm… ever since Roshi had been kidnapped. Oh, she'd grumped and complained that he was a fool for letting himself get nabbed but we could all tell the old witch was concerned about Roshi. Probably because someone else was tormenting him but still…
"So what is this Dragon Moon anyway?" Goku asked. He was seated on the couch, cuddling with Chichi and Gohan; honestly it was rather sweet, as we'd been forced to let him know about Agent Mutton and the moment we'd landed he'd begun to check them over, making sure they were okay. It amazed me to see that side of Goku but apparently Chichi and him spending more time together was bringing out his protective side. In the anime he was use to basically living his own life outside of her's, going off the work and train, but now that they were sharing their lives he was… well… a bit clingy. But in a good way.
Piccolo was the one that spoke up. "Apparently a Dragon Moon allows the Dragon Balls to recharge in a single day, rather than a whole year."
"That's great!" Chiaotzu proclaimed excitedly. "We could make a ton of wishes to help us out against the Saiyans!"
"Except," Piccolo continued, "every time a wish is made it will take the dragon balls another year to recharge after the moon ends."
"Wha… what?" Chiaotzu said in a soft voice, eyes wide.
"So you mean that if anyone makes more than one wish we could go years without the Dragon Balls?" Tien exclaimed in shock.
"Exactly," I commented, glad they were seeing the problem with the Dragon Moon. Every wish meant a delay in bringing back everyone that died in a conflict… and we had Raditz headed our way. Even if he didn't go full Nappa on us and destroy a city there were going to be bodies. "And I have a bad feeling that one wish has already been made."
"What makes you say that?" Goku asked.
"The Bio-Men," I stated. "They are the creation of a scientist, Dr. Wheelo. He disappeared 50 years ago… rumor state that the earth itself sought to stop him from his attempts to rule over all, so his entire lab was encased in ice, trapping him and his creations forever in the arctic. Maybe he dug his way out…"
"Or he got someone to make a wish," Tien muttered. "Which means even if we secure the Dragon Balls we are looking at two years before they recharge, once the Dragon Moon is done."
Chichi sat up, though it was a touch hard with Goku holding her so close to him. "Then we need to find those Dragon Balls before someone else manages to make another wish!"
"And we need to get Bulma and Master Roshi back!" Goku proclaimed before looking at me. "So Kayos, when are we going?"
"Soon," I informed him, not surprised at all that Goku had already pegged me as going with him. While the others were great fighters they tended to fall back into support roles while me and my (sometimes very stupid) mouth tended to get people to see me as the leader. "Though I think now we need to talk about teams."
"Teams?" Tien asked.
"We have two major issues and neither of them can wait. Some of us need to deal with Wheelo and get back our people." That got nods from everyone. "But Chichi is right that we need the Dragon Balls. We can't leave them floating around… who knows what tinhat despot is going to get a hold of them and make life harder on us. Wheelo is only a problem because they activated… the same will be true with the next person that gets the Dragon Balls. We need them here and locked up nice and tight. So that means splitting up."
"I'm going after Roshi and Bulma," Goku said firmly. "Piccolo, you want to come?"
But the green man shook his head. "I'll go after the Dragon Balls. If his lab is in the arctic I might have trouble there…"
I nodded; while Piccolo would eventually be able to fight in cold weather perfectly fine right now that probably was his biggest weakness due to his body make up. Namek, as I remembered from the show, was pretty warm. Add in that Piccolo was probably made up of more water than the rest of us AND had to have more elastic skin to be able to stretch and grow, and the arctic wasn't a good play for him to be fighting. "I'm going with Goku. Magic might help make things easier on our end and worst case he may be able to detect ki but I doubt he can detect magic." Baba nodded at that, a pleased little smile on her face; of course I also had a sudden vision of her selling t-shirts and bobble heads all designed to look like me so she could brag about being my teacher while making some zeni on the side.
"Chiaotzu and I will assist with the dragon balls," Tien said.
"And I will stay here with Gohan," Chichi said, hugging her son close.
"As will I," Baba said. "Someone is going to mess up so I need to be here to-"
"Alert the others?" Chiatozu reasoned.
"Laugh at their misfortune!" Baba taunted.
Goku frowned. "Huh… just the two of us. I mean sure, that can work, but I would have preferred if we had one more person."
"Don't let Isco hear you say that," I commented.
That made Goku swallow. Isco had proven… inventive… when it came to getting revenge on people that dismissed him…
~Three Weeks Earlier~
"Hey guys!" Goku said as he came into the kitchen after snagging a nap. "How's it going?"
Tien and I just stared at Goku, his face painted up to look like a Mulan when the Husband Finder got a hold of her.
"…super," I said slowly.
"That's offensive!" Chiatozu exclaimed, gesturing at their shared white faces. Goku just blinked, confused.
~MC~MC~MC~
"Well, okay, he's coming…" Goku said quickly. "But he isn't a fighter. I would have preferred to have someone else that could help out if Wheelo doesn't want to give up our friends easily!"
"Then I guess its good I arrived!"
"KRILLIN!" everyone shouted as the bald little monk entered the main gathering area, a smug grin on his face. Goku was the first to get to him, lifting him up and giving him a big hug.
"Hey man, how are you?" Goku said happily. "It feels like forever since we last saw one another! I've missed you!
Krillin smiled sheepishly and patted Goku on the arm. "And I missed all of you. It was worth it though as I learned how to do some amazing things…" He trailed off, his face becoming grim. "But I walked in on the last of that… something happened?"
"Master Roshi and Bulma were captured by some guy named Dr. Wheelo," Goku stated as he set Krillin down. "Kayos and I are going after him to get them back while the others gather the Dragon Balls. There is this Dragnet Moon-"
"Dragon Moon," Piccolo corrected.
"That means they can be used now but if they are we'll have to wait even LONGER to use them later!"
"That's…. basically the situation," Tien admitted.
I nodded. "We could use your help, if you're up for it. Goku is a strong fighter and I can pull off some tricks with my magic but having you around would really push things into our favor."
Chichi though shook her head, letting out a huff. "He's being modest, Krillin. Kayos has gotten very skilled with his magic."
"Normally I don't like my students getting big heads!" Baba complained before giving me a whap on the shin. "But this one here is being so modest its making my stomach curdle! He'll be able to help my fool of a brother, that's for sure!"
Goku nodded rapidly. "He's amazing Krillin! He can pull off all sorts of moves you and I could never dream of!"
I cut in. The monk hated me enough, I didn't need Krillin thinking I was trying to steal his place in the group. "BUT… Krillin still has more experience than me when it comes to fighting. I've only sparred with you guys."
"Hmmpf," Baba huffed. "I offered to summon some demons from Hell but you complained!"
"And I always will!" I called out loudly . "So we'd all be better off with him watching Goku's back."
"Just in case you decide to side with this Wheelo guy?" Krillin asked, crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes. "No way am I letting you be alone with Goku. He's my best friend-"
"Brother!" Goku chirped; he'd really warmed up to the idea of the Z Fighters as his extended family.
Krillin's sour mood lessened at that. "-my brother and I'm gonna have his back."
"Yeah!" Goku said, pumping his fist. "Let's go!"
And with that he rose in the air, his ki glowing around him before he blasted away from us, rocketing out of the doors, leaving them slamming against the walls.
"…so," I said, looking at the others, "how long before Goku realizes he has no idea where he's going?"
Before anyone had a chance to answer Goku suddenly appeared right next to us again. "Heheh, I just remembered I had no idea where to go!"
"You are the salt of the earth, Goku," I muttered.
"Aw, thanks!" he said with a smile, even Krillin grimacing at him not understanding he was being insulted.
"So," Krillin said, looking at us, "where do we need to go?"
Piccolo chose that moment to speak up. "Isco is finding out for us."
"Isco?" Krillin said, crinkling his nose. "How is that flying trash can going to figure out-GAAAAA!" He let out a cry as his body seized up, electricity arcing around him and causing what few hairs he had to stand on end. After a moment the current stopped and Krillin groaned before collapsing onto the ground, revealing Isco who had instead of his normal little arm a cattle prod.
"Then I suppose it is my duty to take you to the dumpster," Isco stated before wiggling his arm, causing his hand to convert back into, well, a hand. We all looked down at Krillin who had little wisps of smoke drifting up from his body. "Now then, if you are all ready to show me the respect I deserve I can inform you of Master Roshi and Bulma's whereabouts."
"You found them?" Tien asked, raising an eyebrow.
"But of course. It was rather child's play, once I was able to get into Bulma's systems"
That made Chiaotzu frown. "Why did you need to get into Bulma's systems?"
"Other than trying to hack into her bank account," I muttered, shooting a dark look at Isco.
Rather than respond to that he stated, "Bulma is the daughter of the wealthiest man on the planet. Naturally she is at risk of being kidnapped. I assumed either her father or herself were smart enough to embed a GPS tracking chip on her… I was, of course, quite correct, and I now know right where she is. Signal is strong and I can quite easily lead us all to her current location."
"Good work, buddy," I said, patting Isco on his shell. "Okay, any other comments or questions before we take off?"
Baba was the only one that spoke. "This will be your first true fight, not counting that secret agent you took on." I decided not to question how Baba knew about Mutton; some things were better left to the poets to debate. "Do not allow yourself to be timid. Not just for yourself but for that old goat I have to call my brother and the blue haired man-chaser. You get a chance to take down their kidnappers you do it. Hard, fast, brutal. You put them down, Avo Kayos. If only one of you can return home… make it you."
She paused.
"Also don't be a fucking dimwit!" she snapped. "You are representing me, after all!"
"Of course," I said with a slight smile before rising in the air, using my magic to layer myself with forcefields. "Okay Isco… you ready?"
My friend fired up his own anti grav systems. Bulma had recently installed them and now Isco could keep up with Goku going top speed. "I was brought on line ready."
"Then let's go!" I declared and with that Goku, Krillin, Isco, and I rocketed out of the research facility, Isco directing us to head north.
~MC~MC~MC~
"What do you mean Bulma has been kidnapped!?"
King Kai shrugged. "I mean she's been kidnapped. Do you have another word for when people are taken against their will on your planet?" He paused. "I'm serious, I don't keep up with your Earth slang. Its hard enough keeping up with Otherworld slang and jargon. Do the kids still say nibbles?"
Yamcha just shook his head. "I can't believe this."
"I know, we used to say nibbles all the time-"
"Not that!" Yamcha said, sitting down on the ground with a huff. "Bulma was kidnapped and I wasn't there to help her!"
"Yeah… because you're dead," King Kai pointed out. "If you were there she'd still be kidnapped but also have a stinky corpse to deal with… though not for long since, hey, kidnapped. In fact she might actually prefer being kidnapped over hanging out with a corpse. I know I would. Not that I've done either-"
"I need to help her!" Yamcha declared, getting to his feet. "You need to send me back, King Kai!"
But his instructor merely stared at him. "…you really think I'd be stuck here on the planet if I could just pop on over to Earth whenever I wanted?"
That caused Yamcha to pause. "Uh…"
"Because if I could do that I'd be in Vegas with some chicks on my arms hitting up the buffet! Maybe hit up the slots, perhaps play some Blackjack… you know I'm pretty sure Gregory has some playing cards around here if you want me to deal out a few hands…"
Yamcha shook his head. "King Kai, I need to get back to Earth and help Bulma!"
"Okay, stud, let me lay this out real clear."
And with that King Kai socked Yamcha in the gut, knocking the wind out of him.
"YOU ARE STILL DEAD!" King Kai roared right in Yamcha's ear. "You can't help her if you're worm food! And the only way you aren't fertilizer is if your friends wish you back! Which they aren't going to do until its time!"
Yamcha wheezed. "But… Bulma-"
"Will at worst end up in with King Yemma and have ta wait a few months before she gets brought back too!" King Kai complained.
"…you're right, King Kai," Yamcha said slowly.
"Of course I am!" King Kai declared. "I'm always right."
"I have to trust in my friends to get Bulma back. It might kill me-"
"Except it can't."
"-that I can't help her but that is just the way things are." He rubbed his stomach and nodded. "Let's get back to training!"
"…or we could play blackjack?" But Yamcha merely shook his head and King Kai sighed.
~MC~MC~MC~
Bulma swallowed as she looked around the dark room she'd awoken in. The last thing she remembered were the strange, bug-like creatures that appeared from the bushes… and then nothing.
And now she was in a dark place, a single spotlight shining down from somewhere high above her, illuminating the small spot on the ground where she was standing and little else. A pair of metal bands were coming out of the ground and locked around her wrists, allowing her some range of motion but otherwise keeping her from truly moving about.
"What is going on?" she called out. Normally she would have tried to figure things out on her own, staying quiet and just observing, but with the way everything was lit that was impossible. Her only hope was to try and get someone to talk to her. "Where am I?"
"Let's start with the last first, shall we?" a wizen voice said. Bulma turned and saw an old man leaning on a cane approaching her from the darkness. It was as if the shadows themselves wanted nothing to do with him, pulling away as quickly as they could. He had a mishappened head and most of his teeth were gone, giving his already sinister looking smile even more bone-chilling qualities. He was wearing rather non-descript clothing, save for his lab coat, but in Bulma's mind that made him all the worse. It was one thing for a person to be dressed in armor or a spiky outfit… but to be so normal in their wear? That spoke of something… wrong… about their entire being. "You are in the fortress laboratory of Dr. Wheelo, the greatest scientist of his generation!"
'I never heard of him,' Bulma thought, forcing herself not to say those words aloud; she had a feeling they wouldn't go over with the man before her, as he seemed to respect and care for 'Dr. Wheelo' very much. 'I've made sure to study up on every scientist that even caused a smidge of change in history. But Wheelo? Never heard of him. Was he really so great but something happened to hide his work? Or is it merely misplaced loyalty… or ego?'
If the old man was bothered by her lack of comment he didn't show it, instead merely continuing on. "It is here that he created advancements that would have revolutionized the world… if they had only listened to him!" The old man griped his cane tightly in his gnarled hands. "Fools, all of them!"
"Who, exactly?" Bulma asked, making sure to put just a bit of tremble in her words to make him think she was more frightened than she was. Oh, she was worried to be sure… but she wasn't exactly the helpless damsel the old man might have believed. They hadn't removed any of her clothing so she had more protection than they realized and while Goku or Chichi or even Tien wouldn't have thought about the GPS tracker she'd had inserted in her side she knew Kayos and Isco would at minimum contact her dad, if not think of such a thing themselves.
"The leaders of the world!" the old man snapped, spitting the words out with venom. "They were gathered to be informed of his breakthroughs… but many refused to even come, let alone consider his findings! They refused to understand his genius! No… to recognize it! They had no hope of understanding his brilliance! They should have seen that as sign that his luminous mind was the only one that could guide them through the darkness that is the world that their stupidity created and lead them into a glorious new age!" The man cackled as he thrust his hands skyward.
Bulma swallowed. 'So he's completely cracked,' she thought to herself. Once more the urge to say just that bubbled up within her and perhaps, only a year or two ago, she would have done just that. But being with the gang again and working to prepare for Raditz had done what so many thought was impossible and instilled in her the willpower to hold her tongue.
So instead she stated, "You know a lot about Dr. Wheelo. Who are YOU exactly?"
"Me?" the old man said and to her relief he didn't seem offended that she didn't know who he was on sight alone. "I am his loyal assistant, Dr. Kochin. It was I that helped Dr. Wheelo with so many of his experiments… and who will now help him achieve his greatest desire. Speaking of which…" He walked into the darkness only for the light above Bulma to suddenly flare out brighter, causing her to blink her eyes and shield her face. When she was able to see again she realized that Kochin had turned on the lights, allowing her a better view of where she had been taken.
Perhaps it could be called a lab… if one were generous. Instead to Bulma's eyes it looked like some great sea creature had been twisted inside out and then turned into mad scientist's lair. Or that they had been swallowed by a massive leviathan and now had to make their home in its belly. There were computers humming along, a few tables with different test tubes and beakers, a large dome with a massive animal brain inside of it, and a giant computer with diamond-shaped screen next to a terminal. But the walls were far more biological than metal. Dark gray in color and layered upon themselves like the folds of a brain. There was an unevenness to it all, with no symmetry to be found anywhere. Nothing truly smooth or flat save for the tables and the monitor and even then they looked slightly off, like a picture that had been bumped and left crooked in a hall.
Bulma's father had taught her that where a scientist worked reflected their minds. The order, the chaos, the cleanliness and the disorganized messes. All of this allowed someone, if they knew how to look, to understand just what the person was like in life.
Looking about the fortress laboratory of Dr. Wheelo Bulma could only conclude… the man was utterly mad.
"Now then… with you awake we can begin. It is so nice to have an audience." Kochin tapped his cane against the ground three times even as he touched several keys on the control panel he'd come to a stop at and Bulma's mouth opened in surprise as the giant view screen turned on to reveal Master Roshi, looking about a strange room that was at least 40 feet tall and twice as wide and long. The floor was white tile but after that was a ring of red light that revealed towers bursting from the ground like demented diseased mushrooms and then darkness that barely allowed her to see thorny walls of the room. It made Bulma think of a Venus fly trap or some other carnivorous plant and she shuddered at the sight of it. "It is well known that Master Roshi is the most powerful martial artist the world has seen. Of course… we do need to determine if that is actually the case or merely the gibbering of overly-dramatic fans! Thus… an examination!"
Kochin slammed his fist down on a large red button and Roshi turned as alarms began to go off in the room he was in.
"Ooooh, I do not like the sound of that," the old man said, sniffing slightly. The screen began to split up, allowing Bulma to see him standing in the middle of the room… and the creatures that were slowly making their way out of the darkness towards him from different directions.
The first and smallest of the bipedal creatures was green in color, looking rather like an artist had tried to make a dinosaur appear as human as possible. He had a long dorsal fin on his back and stubby horns littered his head instead of hair. The eyes though… the eyes were vacant and void of any thought, like a doll's eyes. Glassy. Blank.
The next was probably the most human of the three but that wasn't saying much. He had pink skin like a child had gone crazy with a highlighter and strawberry red hair that was pulled back in a ponytail that only made his elongated head seem all the taller. Like the first he wore body armor… and just like the first while he was smirking the eyes of the pink creature were utterly devoid of thought.
The final one was the most monstrous in Bulma's opinion. Nearly as wide as he was tall his skin was an orangish yellow with warty growths all along it and great folds of skin that flowed over one another so that even with his great bulk it appeared he had once been far fatter and now was dealing with overstretched skin. His hands ended in three talon-like claws and if there was any hope of finding intelligence in his mind that was quickly dashed by Bulma gazing upon his milky eyes.
"These are the greatest creations of Dr. Wheelo!" Kochin declared. "The Bio-Men that brought you here were merely the first of his artificially created beings. The prototypes for his process to create the ultimate servants! They are able to perform the limited tasks we give them…"
And they had. The damn things had surprised Bulma and Roshi, managing to attack them and inject them with sedatives before either of them had been able to cry out or mount an attack. She only had the barest memory of green skin and inhuman features before she'd awoken in the dark.
"The Bio-Warriors, on the other hand, are the very last. The pinnacle of his expertise in the study of mechanics, biology, and the fusion of the two. But… we have always wondered… could they stand up to the great Master Roshi… the world's strongest man?"
Kochin paused.
"Kill him."
~MC~MC~MC~
Roshi frowned as the three warriors moved towards him but otherwise did nothing as they approached. It wasn't disinterest that kept him inactive, however… in fact it was quite the opposite.
Many who only met him once or twice believed that Master Roshi's best days were behind him. That he was just a silly old man at best or a demented pervert at worse. That he coasted by on his legacy, using the fame of his past deeds to get away with being a lecherous old man who could no longer throw a punch.
And while it was true that his body wasn't quite what it had once been… and that before Goku and Krillin had come into his life he had come to agree with people that his days as a fighter and teacher were over… that was no longer the case. Now? Roshi was a fighter again, feeling better than he had in ages. He merely let people continue to believe that he was weak. Because caring about panties and drinking beer didn't mean that Roshi was slow or thick.
Quite the contrary… he'd just learned to hide it better.
'All three are gonna pose a problem,' Roshi thought to himself, using his glasses to hide the fact that he was scanning each one of the strange warriors. 'Can't sense their power levels… that's how them Bio-Men were able ta get a drop on Bulma and me. Don't think they are magic…' Spending time with Baba and now Kayos had allowed Roshi to get a sense of what magic felt like and he was able to detect it far better than he once had. Not as good as Ki but he COULD detect it. And there was nothing coming off the Bio-Warriors, meaning that the most likely scenario was that they didn't have magic or ki… they were machines, or close to it, that fought with brutal power. 'Now… maybe they are just fighters but I doubt that. Not with the way these fellas look. Them Bio-Men were all uniform and these Bio-Warriors would be as well if they could all do the same things. So… they must each of somethin' special about them. Only question is what…' He gave a sniff, bending his knees slightly. 'Well… guess we're gonna find out.'
At once the green one fired off whips that crackled with electricity, sending them right at Roshi who nimbly dodged out of the way. Even though he was wearing his favorite beachwear (sandals, a tank top, shorts with little orange and pink flowers on them, and a wide brim hat) he could still move quick in them. Better than wearing his three piece suit that he sometimes liked to don when he decided to go to the mainland in order to barhop. He leapt in the air, dodging the whips, just in time for the pink Bio-Warrior to suddenly rush him, a feeling of utter cold sweeping through the air. Roshi twisted to avoid the brute's punch and landed on the ground, looking like he hadn't ever left it, the Bio-Warriors staring at him, trying to process what had just happened.
'So electric whips and the ability to generate extreme cold,' he thought to himself. 'Those are both interestin'. Now then… what about the big-'
The large yellow Bio-Warrior attacked.
Roshi's eyes widened at the creatures raw speed. Something that large shouldn't be able to bounce about as quickly as the Bio-Warrior was and yet Roshi still found himself struggling to avoid its blows. He didn't run but rather leapt about the battlefield, bounding towards Roshi before swinging at him with his clawed hands. The punches weren't just fast… it was the fact that due to its size it was like it was a warrior three times smaller moving ten times as fast! It's reach was far greater than a normal fighter, meaning that the Bio-Warrior was able to reach around him and attack from the sides rather easily. If not for its ample belly it could have easily wrapped him up and attacked from all sides; even with that strategy lost to it Roshi still felt like he was fighting three men.
'Its faster than it should be… and it don't seem to have the weight it should either… I wonder…' With careful consideration Roshi waited for the right moment and then moved to perform a reversal kick. It was a standard move that he'd shown all his students: a kick that was less about hurting your foe as allowing you to push yourself away from a dangerous situation. A bit of strength in the hit but more in the push back that sent you hurtling away. It would startle your opponent and allow you to get back and begin going with ranged attacks. He'd performed it a thousand times.
So he was utterly startled when he found himself suddenly rocketed away from the warrior, slamming into one of the mushroom pillars with a crack.
"Come now!" the man, Kochin, declared with a cackle over the intercom. "Is that truly the best you can do? And here I thought you were so powerful! Are you going to allow a single strike to leave you on the ground?"
The Bio-Warriors began to approach Roshi, smirks on their faces but otherwise not reacting at all.
Roshi… chuckled.
"Heheheheh!" he said as he got up and rolled his shoulders. "I think that popped the kink out of my back! Thanks for that!" He cracked his neck, considering the three warriors as they continued to come towards him. 'So, the big one has elastic skin… allows him ta take blows that normally would kill'em without breaking a sweat. A powerful skill ta have… if he weren't surrounded by them there other two!' He smirked. 'Yeah… I can work with this.'
Roshi suddenly lashed out, flexing his toes so that the sandal on his right foot flew off and struck the green one right in the face. He howled in frustration but Roshi already had switched to the other foot, the pink one bracing for that… only for Roshi to send his other piece of footwear just past his head, close enough to startle but not enough to hit. Just wisp past his head and make the hairs on his neck move. Distracting but not an actual hit. But that was what he wanted.
Taking a breath he allowed his ki to flow into his body, increasing his muscle mass back to what it had been at his peak. Gripping his walking stick now as a battle staff he twirled it before rushing in, punching the green Bio-Warrior in the face just as he got done cradling his bruised nose and sending him flying back before he was on the pink one, sending a flurry of kicked and punches at him that forced the Bio-Warrior to defend. He didn't let the pink one have a moment to actually think about using his powers; he'd found that those that gained such attacks tended to forget they existed if they weren't given the time to think. It was clear from Kochin's comments that these creatures had been given their abilities and while hardwired into them they weren't NATURAL. No… the natural reaction was to block and dodge; cold punches required thought that Roshi wasn't giving the Bio-Warrior the time to have. Roshi pressed the attack on his right side, quickly forcing them Bio-Warrior to rotate with him…
He let up on his strikes, slowing them down, giving the Bio-Warrior time to breathe
Roshi saw the moment the creature thought it had him and easily ducked down as he reached out, fingers spread out as he fired a blast of super chilled air right where he had been.
And… where the yellow Bio-Warrior was now.
The massive creature let out a cry as its skin was flashfreezed and Roshi acted instantly, slamming his staff against the side of the pink one's head, making it lurch and moan, before spinning on his heels and driving his fist into the frozen flesh and shattering it like it was a poorly made lollipop. The yellow Bio-Warrior let out a scream and Roshi found himself pushed back as, like a balloon, the creature deflated, letting out gurgling death rattles as it collapsed in a heap.
"That's one," Roshi said with a smirk before looking at the pink Bio-Warrior. "Don't think your creator is gonna be happy with ya for that!"
The Pink Bio-Warrior let out a snarl and lunged at Roshi, who merely smirked and leapt out of the way… just as the green one, who had been powering up a whip, struck out with its own attack. At once the Pink one seized up, trembling and shaking, and Roshi used that distraction to grab the yellow one's hide. It was surprisingly light for such a large thing and Roshi was thankful for that, leaping at the green Bio-Warrior and throwing it over him, leaving him covered from head to toe save for the whip. It was like he'd been caught inside a parachute, his body thrashing about wildly, trying to figure out what had happened. He knew it wouldn't last, as the skin wasn't a prison at all and the green one would be able to get out soon enough. But that didn't matter as, with it blinded and unable to shock him due to the rubber skin that covered its form insolating its powers, Roshi was able to go all out, punched and kicking the bundle with all his might until there was a vicious crack. The body crumpled and Roshi turned to see the Pink Bio-Warrior moaning before it fell to the ground, either knocked out or dead.
He walked over and drove his fist into its face for good measure.
"Well… they weren't all that impressive," he said with a smirk, powering down. He stood up and cracked his back before he went to retrieve his sandals.
"Wonderful!" Kochin declared over the intercom system. "Wonderful! You truly are the world's strongest man! One normally is upset when their creations fall but in this case they were always doomed… a means to ensure that you were perfect for what we desired."
"Oh?" Roshi asked, quirking an eyebrow. "And what is it you desire?"
"Not him…" a new voice declared sinisterly. "Me."
And with that the mushroom pillars around him suddenly opened up and began to unleash clouds of purple gas into the air.
"Oh that can't be good," Roshi muttered, backing away.
