Golden gleams scattered throughout the surface of the Red Sea. Upon detonation, they created thunderous blasts that forced the ocean to foam and surge in violent whirlpools. Cybernetic coiling serpents carrying portable missile bases emerged, as well as tank-like stations with these same leviathans flapping and whipping about like robotic tentacles, dyeing the sky fiery red and letting the smoke from their rampaging missile onslaughts choke the sky out.
The Saiyans charged on with relentless, manic expressions of enjoyment. Thrashing, charging clean through, and even diving straight into the mouths of these cybernetic monstrosities with Ki blasts in hand to blast their way out. They spared no fearsome mechanical leviathan of the Saiyans' fury. A handful of Saiyans fell unmoving into the water upon concentrated plasma blasts from the tips of the cannons inside the mouths of each leviathan base crashing into them. This only inspired more vengeful wrath in the hearts of their comrades, however.
"My, my… These Saiyans are such spirited folks… Who would've thought that we'd see Saiyans fighting alongside the locals to protect the Earth? These truly are interesting times…" Muten Roshi coughed into his fist while floating in his jet above a central area of interest to him. Because of the chaos down below, no leviathan cared to lock in on the signal of a singular jet carrying just a feeble old man.
The old martial arts master stepped onto the jet's wing wearing a diving bodysuit and stretched out a bit, practicing diving and swimming motions with senile fragility and sluggishness. He had replaced his usual pair of shades with a pair of swimming goggles. After feeling up his back, Muten Roshi kicked off of the wing of the jet and plunged into the ocean. It only took a few good scoops for the old man to plunge all the way to the ocean's bottom. For someone who acted old and puny, Muten Roshi swam at a blinding speed even to the local underwater speedsters.
Thinking himself clever, Muten Roshi swam up to the roof of the glowing hive that was the underwater Muscle Tower base. A jolt ran down the old man's body, stunning him in place and throwing him off of his target. It was only then that the martial arts saw the cybernetic soldiers in full diving suit gear and rods that emitted crackling electric constructs upon release and surged with electric charge swarming up to protect their little hive.
"I guess you won't let me enter, huh?" Muten Roshi squeaked out, hearing his speech translated into a vocal cybernetic hum by Capsule Corps technology. All this effort to be audible underwater didn't seem to be of any use as none of his assailants replied anything to him. A buzzing submarine jet whizzed right past the old martial arts master. By the time that Muten Roshi saw the bacteria-shaped leftover drowning past him, it was too late.
A resonant bubble expanded, containing within a fiery blaze and spreading a shock wave all throughout the surrounding ocean depths. The downpour of underwater mines sent Roshi rolling and tumbling off course. He wasn't used to fighting underwater even if his enemies didn't seem to be much of a threat to him physically. What was even more irritating, these small folks looked to be much more skilled than Muten Roshi at this style of engagement as they formed a complex geometric figure around him and all pointed their electric rods at him, creating a thunderous net that electrified the entire underwater area, leaving only their insulated suits and the Muscle Tower spared of the brutal combination attack.
"You guys are becoming a real nuisance…" Muten Roshi panted out after the surge ceased, putting his hands together and drawing them back. The visible increase in his body bulk tested the integrity of his diving suit, though the old man felt it questionable just how much did he truly need it. "It's time you've seen the Original Kamehameha!"
The howling beam of the Kamehameha wave made its way splitting the oceanic depths apart, it crashed clean through an airborne Kraken base and severed a handful of leviathans it thrashed about with and then beamed off into the sky where it detonated in a nova-like gleam of cosmic cinders. Those that only saw violence and destruction in martial arts wouldn't have appreciated the ease, the flow of polished motion, and the unmatched hundreds of years of efficiency in the Original Kamehameha, but Muten Roshi only strived to impress and surpass himself.
With his opposition out of his way, the martial arts hermit swam right back up to the top of the Muscle Tower base and blasted through the nearest hatch he could see, used for one of these rubbery diver soldiers to enter. A torrent of water sucked Muten Roshi in and washed him out on what appeared like an underwater pier. After washing into a rectangular area of stored seawater where the other military ships and submarines rested before deployment, Muten Roshi swam out and stepped onto the pier to stretch out his back after this perilous plunge.
"Hmm… Where is the Android lady? Can't seem to see her anywhere…" Muten Roshi looked around after using his thumbs to wipe the droplets off of his diving goggles. "Did she see through my plan to go straight to the top floor?"
A layer of wall rolled up to Muten Roshi's right, displaying a woman wearing a facial mask obstructing the area of her forehead up to her nose while the woman's violet two-tier inverted bob seemed spared of the mask's obstruction. The black leathery mask had a round formation of eight, pink visor goggles on it to give the woman's face some almost arachnid properties. Muten Roshi focused his attention on the screen, ignoring the strutting armed cyber soldiers and mech-suits that were assembling in the large pier area.
"Well, if it isn't Muten Roshi? Any other Artificial Human would have taken you as a disappointment and an offense to their strength. I, however, look forward to meeting you. In fact, out of all the Bulma's cohorts, you were the one I wanted to capture the most. My name is Artificial Human One-Four. Let's have a fun time, just you and me, okay?" the Android woman pinched the fingers of her left hand before forming a pumping heart gesture and faded out from the screen.
"Hmmm… I thought that I'd be meeting One-Four-chan here, at the top floor…" Muten Roshi pondered to himself as he pulled out a capsule and popped it, revealing his stick that he twirled about to prepare for the upcoming fight leading up to the strangely eager Android. "Oh my… I guess this base is underwater, which means that the top floor is actually the bottom floor and that the command center would be at the bottom floor… Silly me…"
A hail of plasma bolts filled the pier floor, turning into a frightening bullet of hell of azure blue balls of energy all over. Muten Roshi disappeared, blinking in and out of the radars of these cybernetic soldiers. Just when he thought he'd approach close enough, the large mechanical suit expelled a powerful electric force field, sending Muten Roshi sliding back with arms put together to block all the incoming focused streams of fire coming his way.
"You soldier grunts are actually holding me back well. You robot-types never stop working, do you? It's time you get some rest!" Muten Roshi exclaimed, extending his hands out. "Bankoku Bikkuri Sho!" he yelled out, expelling a frightening field of Ki-based electrical charge that engulfed all the soldiers at once and shortened them out despite their in-built protections and their own electricity-based gear. With a good jolt of energy, their power supply, and weaponry magazines popped and blew up before the mixtures of bio-organic flesh and cybernetics collapsed lifeless.
The lower floor was entirely covered with deep-blue steel tiles. The moment that Muten Roshi entered it, a cybernetic dragon donning a transparent sack of guts over its belly and bipedal body type that would have flight troublesome, for it dashed out through the hatch from down below and charged right at Muten Roshi. With an unflinching stare, the old martial arts master answered the cybernetic dragon's call for violence with a swift jab to its nose that shattered its entire face and forced bio-organic fluids and machine oil to spout from its busted face.
Muten Roshi's arms turned to an invisible blur as they told a violent yet elegant and beautiful story and challenged the entirety of his opponent's body at the same time. The arm movements of the martial arts master had been swift to the point of becoming a blur, yet relaxed and polished to perfection, breaking, chopping, jabbing, and chaining punches in perfect harmony. When Muten Roshi clenched and channeled some actual power behind his finishing stroke, his opponent was already defenseless and hit the wall with a crater-like indentation. Before long, the mechanical dragon flapped face-first and powered down permanently.
With the hatch through which the cybernetic dragon swooped in from opening up, Muten Roshi took a slide down it and flopped with his feet first into a dark room that looked like an ancient temple. It looked surprising to see a place such as this inside of a hi-tech underwater military base, but the old martial arts master kept his guard up. He was right to do so, as torches lit up around a many-armed religious statue at the other end of the room, revealing a medical tube that gleamed like a gemstone atop of the statue's forehead and opened up with salad-colored gas spewing out from it and crystal clear, gooey medical fluid leaking out with nothing being there to contain it.
A cybernetic soldier with sharp spikes falling off of its chin like a beard of steel quills while a handful of lines of disc saw razors rolled vertically inserted into its head. With the cybernetic warrior spreading its mechanical arms to the sides, a few more arms sprouted out from the opening. Muten Roshi didn't falter and took a fighting stance, preparing to collide with the eight-armed artificial warrior. Two of his hands crossed together, emitting a bright flash that blinded Muten Roshi even through his tinted swimming goggles.
By the time that the old martial arts master recovered from the flash of light, his opponent was right up in his face, flashing his eight arms with just about a matching level of skill to Muten Roshi's own moves. No. It wasn't just about a matching fighting style–it was the same, except this warrior had all the speed of a cybernetically augmented soldier and performed Muten Roshi's exact moves against him. All the while having the luxury of eight entire arms to flex on the martial arts master. It wasn't long before Muten Roshi hit the back of the wall, just like he sent the chubby cybernetic dragon for a ride on the upper floor.
"So, you've got cameras recording my moves and then you stream them right into the brains of your little tin can soldiers, huh?" Muten Roshi wiped the blood off of his nose. "I guess I can't show you too much in that case. Got to do this hand-to-hand…"
Muten Roshi sent his stick flying toward his opponent. While the eight-armed cybernetic warrior caught it with the middle pair of his hands, Muten Roshi charged in. The old martial arts master took a slide down and swept at his opponent's feet. With the top pair of hands having difficulties fighting so low and the middle pair occupied for a blink it took for the cybernetic soldier to discard the stick, Muten Roshi tripped his opponent up before driving his palm into the bottom of the warrior's chin, then drove his elbow into his open chest and knocked him aside with a backhand slam.
Seeing the many-armed cybernetic warrior down for the count and smoking, Muten Roshi picked up his stick and spun it around before seeing the torches around him light up a path toward the elevator going down to the next floor. Muten Roshi cracked his neck and knuckles while waiting for the descent to conclude. The moment that the mechanical bell sound alerted him that the tower was there, and he left the elevator, a feminine and slick metallic fighter threw a high kick his way. The old martial arts master flopped on his back and sat up, rubbing his cracked scalp.
The firm leg of the feminine robot slammed down with a hydraulic hum and put a tight stomp onto the old man. Even someone as tough as Muten Roshi felt tension on his ribs and this was an injury he absolutely couldn't allow leading up to the big fight against the Android. He already lost far too much stamina and took too much damage leading up to a fight he already considered an uphill battle. The cruel she-bot stomped him a few more times before punting Muten Roshi aside with a brutal kick to his face.
Roshi reacted to the artificial, feminine battle cry coming his way, rolling forward and clapping his hands together. The martial arts master sank in a bright flash of light, releasing a doppelgänger of his that swept with a sliding high push kick from the right, throwing the feminine, blue, and violet fighting robot for a loop. Two more copies of Muten Roshi's Multi-Form Technique charged in, slamming the robot's head in between their fists while Muten Roshi himself finished the bout with an overhead kick and pat his hands.
"Enough foreplay, come down to me already!" Artificial Human No. One-Four announced on the computer screen that appeared when a steel sheet panel flipped over to Muten Roshi's left and a staircase leading down descended parting the entire floor into two halves. Step by step, Muten Roshi descended. All the while, he wiped the blood off his nose and felt up the bumps he took so far.
The floor where the Android One-Four commanded her forces from was just a massive dump. A tall, iron cube sunken with gold coins, scattered Zeni bills, and golden treasures plundered from hidden underwater pirate bases and shady Puri & Co biddings from all over the world these last few years. It was all just a massive treasure room with a metallic bridge extending to connect the descending staircase to a round platform with a tall throne-like leather chair from which one could observe the entire base on a complicated assortment of monitor panels.
When No. One-Four finally spun around the large leather chair and stood up to greet the old martial arts master making his way down to her, a blush-colored Muten Roshi's cheeks as he wheezed out a huff of air so dry it almost let out a puff of dust. The woman that was constructed from the remains of Colonel Violet was a tall and sleek vixen in a catsuit that only left a diamond-shaped space to showcase her cleavage.
She was Roshi's kryptonite!
"Welcome, Muten Roshi-kun. Did you like the little entourage I put together for you? I just wanted to show you how much I love you. It's like when a woman spends the entire night watching movies to impress her movie buff date, don't you think?" One-Four teased the old martial arts master, leaning suggestively and pressing her latex-coated finger to her lush, blood-red lips. "Although, I must admit… I'm not yet sure what that Ranfan lady was supposed to be… No matter how many times I pulled her apart, I wasn't able to understand her fighting style. It seems she just… Strips? Her robot must've been the easiest for you to beat. I'm sorry about that."
"H-Huh?" Muten Roshi blinked a few times in rapid succession. "Wait… What?"
"Oh? Haven't you noticed yet? Tsk, tsk, tsk… You're going to make me cry, Roshi-kun…" One-Four fell on her knees and began acting out an over-the-top crying scene. "Don't tell me you didn't appreciate the little collage I put together just for you? Do think it's a coincidence that I set my base right by your doorstep, Roshi-san? I didn't want to inconvenience you or risk the chance of running into anyone else. You and me, we're meant to be… Together forever…"
"You… Infernal woman… Don't tell me that those bodies… That dragon, it was Kaiju Giran, wasn't it? That eight-armed robot you installed my fighting style into–King Chappa and…" Muten Roshi counted out with a dire tone that seemed to grieve every poor martial artist that met a grievous fate as One-Four experimental toy.
"The she-bot was Ranfan… That's right!" One-Four snapped her fingers and then stood up to clap to her visitor. "There's not much thrill left in collecting money and treasure anymore. What would I spend it all on? The entire world's already mine, so all the gold and Zeni really lose their meaning. Power. Power is the new glitter for me. Instead of money and trinkets, I've begun collecting techniques and you just have so many! No, no, no… No one else would've been right. It had to be you that came down here. Say, will you show me a technique if I show you something? My breasts? Or give you a whiff of my panties? Whatever you want…"
"You… You monster," Muten Roshi looked up. The blush had vanished from his cheeks and his mouth was no longer watering and giggling with a goofy wave. "You've ruined the lives of countless martial artists just to cut them apart and put their brains inside of your mechanical soldier suits. You represent all that's the worst in martial arts, the greed for power, the bodily polish, and the physical pleasures of training with none of the spiritual fulfillment. It is my responsibility to punish you!"
"Please, punish me, Roshi-kun… Use as many of your various techniques against me as possible, I've been a very naughty girl…" One-Four teased the old martial artist with a suggestive pose, curving her back and pushing her buttocks out as she turned to the side and ran her hand through her hair and down her body.
Without faltering for a second, Muten Roshi pulled out a capsule from the belt on his diving suit and popped it, revealing a rice cooker that flopped open in front of him. One-Four's movements stiffened, and she lost her relaxed swagger. Then her face colored with pure pleasure as she could hardly contain herself, like a purring cat.
"Y-Yes… Please, show me the Mafuba, Muten Roshi-kun!" One-Four screeched out in ecstasy, licking her index finger as she waited for her opponent to spring his own trap and exile his own life force for her to strap the old man down and cut him apart until she could put together every technique he ever learned through hundreds of years of martial arts practice.
"Mafuba!" Muten Roshi chanted out, extending his hands and drowning the entire underwater base in a wave of ethereal emerald energy. When One-Four's body began slowly merging with the energy wave, the artificial woman smacked her hand with a backhanded slap to redirect the technique back at the old martial arts master.
"We are aware of this technique and we've also recorded how to counter it," One-Four teased the old martial artist with a giggle.
"In that case, I'll just have to use it again!" Muten Roshi pressed on, expelling another pulse of Mafuba that merged with the redirected Mafuba with overwhelming force and re-redirected it back toward One-Four.
"I-Impossible, how!? The Mafuba is supposed to be a deadly technique that exhausts its user to the point of almost a total loss of their life force!" One-Four screamed out in terror as Muten Roshi's revelation pulled the rug from down under her feet and threatened to collapse her entire underwater empire.
"As I've told you before, martial arts are more than just striving for power, an amazing body, or the most powerful techniques. It's just as much about spiritual fulfillment. After spending some time as a living spirit on Planet Ephemeris, I too have mastered the Spirit Cultivation Method and can breathe my own life force, effectively recycling it each time I rely on it to fight. That way, I can use the Mafuba multiple times and change its direction, someone unfamiliar with the Spirit Cultivation Method, however, shall not have the life force to gamble to re-re-redirect it back at me…" Muten Roshi explained as the screaming Artificial Human merged with the energy wave and washed toward the rice cooker, swooping right into it. Upon the entire energy wave entering the rice cooker, Muten Roshi staggered to it and kicked the lid closed, then stuck a "Demon Seal" tag on it.
Muten Roshi jumped up on his feet and approached the keyboard panel, tapping his fingers a few times to open up all the hatches to the Muscle Tower. This would drown it under the entire ocean's pressure before long. A brown sea turtle slipped in through the torrent, washing the base floor, and suggested its shell as transportation.
"Umigame…" Muten Roshi panted, still feeling residual pressure from the double Mafuba he just performed as his Spirit Cultivation wasn't as potent as that of Tenshinhan's, plus, even with the Spirit Cultivation, it'd have taken even a master of the method a few moments to recycle this much lost life force.
"I figured you'd get pummeled or perv out again and you'd need help to get out," the talking sea turtle explained. "It looks like I was right."
"For your information, I completely didn't perv out! Even though the opponent was a Super, no, an Ultra Pichi-Pichi-Gal! Some things are just so absolutely rotten that not even I can forgive not even the most Pichi-Pichi Gal!" Muten Roshi shook his fist over his head after jumping onto the sea turtle's back and crossing his legs to prepare for a quick swim up to the surface.
"Whatever you say… You really shouldn't lie in your age, you know. The blood pressure will give you a heart attack one day. With the heart virus gone, it's the No. 1 killer again, you know…" the sea turtle replied before riding the torrent upstream with a powerful whirl, shooting up to the surface like a turtle-shuriken from the sinking and collapsing base as the blinking lights of the base died out one by one.