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LAST TIME ON DRAGON BALL IJ!:
Even mighty warriors need to unwind and have some fun, and Bulmas too. A day at the theme park on the heiress' zeni saw a fun time for all. Goku got acquainted with carnival food, and made room for more by learning about rollercoasters. Bulma indulged herself into a wheelbarrow, and Launch took in the park without sharing with Lunch.
And unbeknownst to them all, the dreaded Colonel Violet of the Red Ribbon Army was targeting them the whole time, along with that legend in his own mind, the Pink Puma, and the great thief Hasky, who is now looking at career alternatives.
But now both sides are set to resume open conflict, as the search for the Dragon Balls resumes, right now on Dragon Ball Intended Journey!
Chapter 14
Yellow Belly
High Flying Treachery!
"Status," Commander Red demanded, stepping into the command center with Staff Officer Black. The presiding officer snapped a salute as Red walked past him to his command chair.
"The Capsule Corp Dragon Balls continue to move toward Colonel Yellow's location. We still have no word on hunting down Hasky, though Colonel Violet has returned finally."
"Given up on finding that thief, has she?" Red puffed angrily on his pipe.
"Has Colonel Yellow found the Dragon Ball yet?" Black asked.
"Actually sir, he claims to have visual confirmation of it," the bearman reported.
"What? Then why isn't that flyboy bringing it back here to safety?!" Red snapped.
"Well sir, he may have found it, but apparently he is encountering local resistance," the officer reported.
"Resistance? I'm surrounded by weaklings and fools," Red fumed.
"What kind of resistance is he encountering in the middle of nowhere?" Staff Officer Black asked.
Battlefield, Yellow Corps:
The sun shined down gloriously on the lush woodlands. The wind blew through, rattling the branches slightly and making the leaves softly sing. But the animals were silent, driven away or into silence by battle.
Bullets flew, tearing up the ground and tree bark. A man screamed out a battle cry, only to be cut off. Behind a thick oak tree, a tigerman with an aviator cap and flight jacket pressed a hand to his forehead as he gripped a hyper-gun in his other hand.
"How many of us left?" the tigerman demanded of a gunslinger wearing a Red Ribbon armband next to him.
"I'd say about a dozen, sir!"
THWACK
"Eleven, Colonel Yellow!"
"Crap! We've hardly seen the enemy and they've whittled us down from nearly one hundred and fifty men."
"Sir, I think it's only one warrior."
"Don't be stupid, Corporal. Those brats the others corps are dealing with are one thing, but there can't be more freaks like that-" he was cut off as a limp body flew past their tree to hit with a sickening sound on a tree trunk and fall to the ground, and a half-dozen humans and beastmen ran past them screaming.
"Halt, stand and fight!" Yellow snapped, breaking cover himself. The men skidded to a halt; turning with terrified expressions, they met their officer's gaze and steeled themselves. Yellow nodded and scanned the trees and brush. His eyes drifted to the sole worthy landmark in this green hellhole in his opinion. A tower of white stone with engravings on it in rings climbing its length. He hadn't had the chance to study them, but the great structure reaching higher into the sky than he could see had made him uneasy from the moment he set eyes on it.
Yellow was not the bravest or the strongest; his success in life came down to good instincts. And he was sure such an incredible monument couldn't have been erected by the savage forest dwellers he'd encountered in this land. No, such people would have been impressive, and instead they were gone, the tower the only sign they'd ever been. Something had wiped them out, and now he felt he was reliving a portion of the calamity they had endured.
"Come out, coward! Stop hiding behind the forest and face us like men!" he called, checking to make sure his hyper-gun was loaded.
"I am no coward, and I am hardly hiding. It is you who are blind to the world you have arrogantly invaded," a deep voice called. Yellow gritted his fangs as an enemy stepped into sight, seemingly from nowhere.
"Get your friends out here, too."
"I have fought you alone these last six hours."
"Cut the crap! You and the others will pay for killing my men!"
"Fool. You were warned to be respectful, then you were warned to leave when you showed yourselves to be bandits. Return to your flying machines and you can leave now. Fight on, and die as the others did."
Yellow wished he could sweat like so many of his hairless subordinates. The enemy was a towering man, the largest human he'd ever seen. He wore only loose slacks made from some kind of animal's hide, a strap across his chest and feathers adorning his long hair. And was built like a tank, with muscle under his deep tanned skin. But he couldn't be alone, Yellow knew; he'd hit targets during these days and this guy wasn't wounded. It was just psych warfare.
And besides, even if he wanted to, he couldn't retreat. Even before they came to the tower and he was sure that kid in the camp had a Dragon Ball, High Command was breathing down his neck over men getting picked off and nothing to show for it.
"These must be their best warriors, men. That tower is probably sacred or some nonsense. They're making a last stand here!"
"Last stand? It is you who look ready to fall. But yes, this tower is sacred. The unworthy are not even to touch it," the native said.
"Well fine, you can keep the tower. As I said earlier, it's that ball I want!"
"Had you come to trade for it fairly, I would be inclined to part with it. I don't see what value it could have. But there is no reason for me to grant a request from an invader who attacked the people of this land without provocation. Begone, I will not warn you again," the warrior said, planting the butt of his spear in the soil.
"Perforate him, men!"
"Sir, that didn't-" one of them objected.
Yellow snapped inside, reminded at the absurd reports of bulletproof soldiers. He could laugh that off in the other corps as men made excuses, but his troops he expected better from.
"You think you're bulletproof? Well, these are a whole different kind of bullet!" Yellow yelled, aiming with the hyper-gun.
The only reason the spear didn't impale him was the Corporal practically leaping in front of him. The spear kept going, but changing course enough to just graze his jacket and tear through one of the soldiers behind him.
The Colonel barely registered what had happened, firing with a scream of fury. The bullets impacted… and fell away as the man flexed his pecs.
"Kill him!" Yellow screamed, running back through his men, dropping the hyper-gun. He didn't look back at the battle, focusing only on reaching camp and jumping into his personal short-range fighter plane. He maintained her well, and she started quickly. She was made for tight situations in time and distance, after all.
As he gained the sky above the tree-line, the Colonel looked back, greeted by the sight of the lone warrior casually tossing aside the limp form of the last member of his corps.
X X X
"Has he fled for good, finally?" Bora wondered as he watched the flying machine shrink into the distance.
The mighty warrior stood still as a statue for several minutes more, not just watching the speck vanish but listening keenly for any others spying or in ambush. There was only one spy, he concluded, and it was no enemy.
Finally letting his guard relax, he looked around at the carnage of this last skirmish. He shook his head and raised two fingers before his face and said a brief prayer. Gratitude to the gods for victory, to his ancestors for the strength and wisdom passed down to him that aided him here, and finally for the repose of the bandits' souls. He did not know their gods or the rites of their people, so they would have to be content with the rites meant for unhonored strangers.
He had no regret in killing them; they had invaded the Land of Korin, profaning it in their quest for an unknown artifact, and were quick to arrogantly demand tribute and lash out without provocation. And even faced with warriors, they simply lashed out like spoiled children, disbelieving any wrongdoing on their part, or simply uncaring.
No, there was no shame in ending such lives, to his mind. Even letting them escape, some wise ones would argue was unethical, as they would likely just go on to bring pain and misery to other lands. But one should never be casual or take enjoyment from dealing death. Not with the hunt to live another day, nor in battle with bandits such as these.
'Come out,' Bora signed with hand speech. Branches in a nearby tree rustled, and a small boy almost effeminate in his boyish looks jumped down amidst the tree roots.
"Father, that was amazing! You must be the strongest man in the world!" the boy cheered. He wore the same style of trousers as his father, but wore an open shirt, and only a single feather adorned his braid.
"Upa."
'Hand speak,' Bora signed to him. The boy flushed a bit in embarrassment. And signed that he was sorry.
'You should not have come so close.'
'They fight like they were in the dark, father. I knew they would not see me.'
'Harm can be done by accident as surely as with ill intent,' Bora said, reaching down to pick up one of the abandoned rifles. He may live in the ways of his ancient people, but he was not so ignorant of the wider world to not know the proper name of these things.
He broke it with ease, tightening his grip in one hand.
It was ill luck to plunder the dead. Many ignored such beliefs, but he did not, and it was good to teach Upa by example. They would return to the Earth, the invaders and what they had brought with them. But these guns, they required extra care to ensure they did no more harm.
Bora spared his son a smile as the boy started carefully gathering and piling the guns for his father to destroy.
Bora did not recall himself being so sunny and eager as a boy. His enthusiasm had too often been tied to arrogance, being the biggest and strongest of his generation in the tribe. While he had never fully walked down a dark path of vice, arrogance had been a subtle poison seeping into every aspect of life until the tower brought him to the brink of death and thus saved him from himself. Upa, though, required no such stern correction. Even the loss of his mother this past winter had seen him pass through grief into a desire to pull his weight in her absence.
His son may never be the great warrior his father was, but more importantly he already had all he needed to become a good man. Provided Bora taught him well, that was.
'That is the last of them, father,' Upa signed.
The hand speech was the most recent running lesson. To be able to speak to one another without speech could be a skill of life and death, or a useful tool in hunting or avoiding beasts. So, outside their camp, Upa was to speak with him only in hand speech outside an emergency. It was the best way to learn, in Bora's mind, to live something in your daily life.
'Did you check the bodies? They often hide weapons on themselves.'
'I did, father.'
'Good. Return to the wigwam, begin preparing for dinner. Seeing so many laid to rest will take time.'
'I will prepare a wonderful meal for you, father.'
X X X
"Blasted savages! He doesn't even want the stupid thing!" Yellow screamed in frustration, soaring over the edge of the forest that had become his bane. Forcing some calm on himself, he picked up his radio and attuned it for the signal he dreaded the most.
"High Command, this is Colonel Yellow."
Red Ribbon High Command:
"What? Your entire corps?" Staff Officer Black asked.
"Incompetence," Red ground out, watching the traced brats make their way toward Yellow's position.
"He's requesting backup."
"He has one more chance, then he's dead. In fact, put him through," Red said, reaching over to flip a switch near a microphone by his chair, "Yellow, my patience has run out. I don't care about your excuses. Brown has secured his Dragon Ball and should arrive shortly; Copper still can't find his, but has pledged he will find it soon after he receives the new radar. The brats are closing in on you. I will not idly concede another prize to them. You have thirty minutes to secure that ball. Or I call in Taopaipai to secure it and eliminate all obstacles. And you will be on that list, Yellow Belly."
"Sir! Sir… yes, sir. I will get it, stay on the channel. I have an idea…"
X X X
There was only one chance he could take to turn this around. Take the boy hostage and use that to leverage for the ball. Then get out before the brats could catch him.
But where? Switching the engine to silent running, he flew over the treetops like a ghost of wood and steel.
'There!' he spotted the kid piling wood by a firepit near the tower's base. A victory banquet? They'd rue ever celebrating over his men's dead bodies. Switching the plane to glide mode, he maneuvered down with the delicacy of decades' practice, and precision born of mortal terror.
The tigerman could scarcely breath with the anxiety, tilting and nearly touching the ground. The kid, maybe a boy, looked up and saw him as he reached out. He made the mistake of freezing in that moment.
Yellow didn't.
"Yes!" Yellow shouted, grabbing the kid by the arm and, with desperate strength, pulling him into the plane and slamming into his chest with a crushing hold. His other hand hastily flipped switches, making his custom plane roar to glorious life.
"SAVAGE! COME OUT! I HAVE THE KID! SURRENDER THE BALL OR HE DIES!"
Yellow smirked as the warrior he'd confronted earlier arrived.
"Release my son!" he shook a fist at him.
"Throw me the Dragon Ball!"
"Come down and release him. You will have your ball then!"
"Do you think I'm a fool! I didn't get my rank by putting my head in a wolf's mouth!"
"I am not honorless like you! Return Upa unharmed and I will do you no harm!"
The radio crackled to life, and Commander Red's voice came over.
"When you get the ball, don't return the boy; we could use these savages. Order them to kill the brats if they want their kid back."
"Understood. Breathe a word and you die, boy," Yellow said into the radio, and then to the terrified Upa.
X X X
Bora ground his teeth, glaring up at the flying machine.
A colossal failure on his part. He should have known such vicious fools would not give up while they had breath. And his son paid the price.
He took the orange crystal ball from his pocket. So small and of no seeming use, what was it that men would kill for it?
Bora's instincts told him no good could come from such people getting this ball. And also, that no deal with them was worth even the breath it was spoken with. But what choice did he have?
Those last two shots the leader fired, they had left bruises on him. They may be weak, but they were not without teeth. He could leap to that plane, but not before Upa would likely be killed with that coward's way.
"I will do as you demand!" Bora acceded. Pulling back his hand, he waited until the invader flew by, tilting his machine. Bora's throw was perfect. He saw the beastman snatch the ball out of the air.
"Now return my son!" Bora demanded. He hoped his intuition was wrong.
"No, actually. You need to make up for killing all my men. So, here's the deal – a brat with spiky black hair and a young woman are coming here. They're enemies of the Red Ribbon. Take their heads and have their Dragon Balls ready when I return, then you'll get your son back, savage!"
"Oathbreaker! Coward!"
"Winner!" the pilot called back. Bora gritted his teeth, practically going blind with fury, then he noticed something. What was that on the wing of the machine?
X X X
"I did it! I'll live! I won!" Yellow cheered, practically choking the kid as he stowed the Dragon Ball and changed course to take a heading for HQ. He had overcome such odds and prevailed. He might even get promoted to General for making those savages into slaves if they finished off the brats! General Yellow, the comeback king of the Red Ribbon Army, he liked the sound of that.
"You're a cheater, is what you are," a kid said.
"Huh?" Yellow went, looking to his left, where a kid with spiky black hair was kneeling with a staff in hand. A kid he recognized from the pictures HQ had sent.
"You!? The brat!" Yellow screamed. Letting go of the native boy, he pulled his sidearm out.
"Power Pole Extend!" the brat yelled. The staff grew explosively, hitting him in the jaw. As he reeled, the plane went off course, and he grabbed the controls reflexively to correct. The attacker was in his face then, smacking him and pulling up the hostage.
"Catch, Lunch!" he yelled, tossing the prisoner over the side. Yellow and the falling kid both yelled.
"You Red Ribbons really are always making trouble, aren't you?" The kid said, and punched through the control panel, before ripping the control stick out of the cockpit!
"You'll kill us both!" Yellow screamed as the plane went out of control.
"Nope. Bye!" The kid gave him a pulled down eyelid, before basically hopping off the plane. Eyes snapping forward, Yellow screamed before the plane crashed full force into a mighty tree and exploded.
X X X
"The line has gone dead," Black reported.
"No more fooling around, time to fight fire with fire. Get Taopaipai in here, and summon General Blue," Red ordered, grinding his cigar in a golden ash tray.
X X X
"Upa!" Bora screamed. The hasty chaos was not something he could focus on, all that mattered was that his son was falling. With greater speed and skill than any beast of this forest, he leapt into the sky in the mad hope he could catch his son.
Bora made his mark well, he realized with barely any relief, when a blue-haired woman atop a cloud entered his field of vision, grabbing Upa.
"What?" he said, confusion drowning out even fatherly concern in that moment. He couldn't change direction, lunging right toward the mystery woman, who spotted him. He heard and felt a mighty blow strike his chest, and next thing the mighty warrior knew he was hitting the ground back first, skidding to a halt.
Bora blinked dumbly up at the woman on the cloud, who had a hand extended.
"Father!" Upa called.
"Whoops! Sorry! You scared me there!" the woman called down, waving.
Bora just blinked again, hearing something explode nearby.
Soon:
"So, I'm Lunch, one of Goku's big sisters," Lunch said to Bora, who nodded. They were seated outside a large wigwam, which had a few smaller buildings around it, supporting the camp. Bora had laid out blankets that had simple designs on them, but were perfectly comfortable for them to sit on in a circle as Bora poured water into clay cups for everyone.
"My family is in debt to you twice over then, it seems. For slaying the invader, and more importantly, rescuing Upa," Bora said.
"That's incredible, like something from a legend," Upa said. Bora gave a small smile, sipping the water, savoring its coolness after the exertion of the battle. That was the last of the introductions, now they would move onto the business of why these new strangers had come. Bora could not feel the auras of people as some of his tribe could, but he felt his intuition was strong, and he felt no ill intent or warning from these two. Powerful warriors, to be sure, but just as the weak could be dangerous without reason, so could the mighty be gentle when not roused to anger.
And he noted Upa focused more on the young woman than the boy. At first, he expected Upa to be quite focused on the boy; they spent half their year in the village while his co-guardian relieved him, but still it could be hard for even a good boy like Upa to be deprived of company his own age. But Bora was certain he had a boyish crush on the exotic warrior woman. Most of their tribe shared Bora and Upa's coloring, but they had married or taken in people from other lands in the past, and on occasion those blood ties showed through. A potter he'd known in his own youth had been of pale skin and blonde hair despite having no ancestors of living memory being foreigners.
Bora's smile widened a bit more. His son was becoming a bit more of a man.
"You are enemies of the Red Ribbon, I take it? They wanted me to kill you."
"Yeah! We didn't pick a fight with them, but they attacked us to get the Dragon Balls first, then we found them bullying Suno's village. That General guy under the ocean was no good either," Goku recounted.
"Yeah, and they've been causing trouble across the world for years besides," Lunch added, "Even the King of the Earth can't seem to stop them. These days their name is practically synonymous with bad guys."
"I see, so what they tried to do to this land is merely what they have done elsewhere. Why do they seek these Dragon Balls so fiercely?" Bora asked.
"Probably to get the wish," Goku said, before sniffing the air, setting his cup down.
"Wish?" Upa asked.
"That's right, there are seven Dragon Balls. Anyone who gathers them all can summon a dragon and it will grant your wish. But just the one," Lunch said.
"A dragon, such beasts truly exist in this world?" Bora asked.
"Yep! I saw it myself last time the balls were gathered. I didn't really have a wish but couldn't let those bad guys back then use it. So, I just wished for Bulma and Chichi to have tails of their own. They didn't have any, you see."
"…I was wondering if I should ask about the tail," Bora admitted, letting himself look at the furry brown tail Goku had.
"And he did it! But then the balls turned to stone and scattered across the Earth. Bulma didn't tell me that would happen," Goku grumbled.
"Wow, a real wish," Upa marveled.
"You may have been quite lucky, Son Goku. My people hold tales carried from afar of djinns and genies, spirits that grant mortal wishes. But whether by folly or twisting, of words they tend to go badly for the mortals. It seems to me it is better to either achieve your desires by your own merit or accept they are out of your reach than deal with otherworldly creatures."
"But getting Dragon Balls can be hard work, too," Goku pointed out.
"He's right, it hasn't been easy this time. Besides, Goku and I don't want a wish," Lunch chimed in.
"Then why do you want these balls?" Upa asked.
"Because this four-star ball was my Grandpa's," Goku said, displaying the ball he had retrieved from the wrecked plane, "Grandpa left it and the Power Pole to me; I think he can watch over me through it. If I made a wish, they'd scatter again, so I really just wanted this one back. Then Lunch, Launch, and me could just focus on training for the next tournament. But you're a good guy, so it'd be wrong to just take this from you. You found it fair and square, Bora. Can I trade you something for it?" Goku asked.
Bora shook his head, smiling.
"No need. I gave up any claim when I surrendered it to the Red Ribbon Army. And even had I not, it would be an honor to repay my debt to you by returning a family heirloom."
Lunch sighed.
"That's a relief. We may not want a wish, but with the Red Ribbon hunting the balls, holding onto one is likely to bring trouble. Goku, even with the four-star, you know we'll probably still need to keep fighting them, right?"
"Sure! But we can handle them. They might cause a lot of trouble but they're not so tough," Goku remarked.
Red Ribbon High Command:
The command center went quiet as the lone figure entered and walked calmly across the room to the command chair. His steps didn't seem light, but he hardly made any noise. And his expression was unchanging, as if seeing one of the most powerful men in the world meant nothing.
"I am Taopaipai, you wanted to discuss business with me?" the man asked Commander Red.
He had dark hair pulled back in a braid adorned with a bow. For clothes, he wore a pink chang pao with matching trousers, the kanji for "killer" emblazoned over the left side of his chest. His face was of a man on the far side of middle-aged, marked by beady eyes and a prominent nose.
Red met his steely gaze, though he did sweat a bit, like General Blue and Staff Officer Black flanking him.
"I did. We have a problem that needs to be taken care of. And we believe you are the man for the job."
"I am the world's top assassin, though that title fails to capture my greatness, as no other assassin comes close to my skill and power. If anything, I'm overkill for whatever death you need."
Staff Officer Black cleared his throat.
"If possible, we would like you to dispatch the targets as soon as possible."
"Five billion zeni."
"What?" Red asked.
"Each death I deliver is five billion zeni. But this year I am having a special promotion, two deaths for the price of one. How many targets?"
"Two for killing," Red said.
"Well, lucky for you then. I require only a reliable picture and the location."
"Not so fast, there's more to the job," Red spoke up, adjusting his tie.
"…Go on."
"The targets will have some of these on them. They are called Dragon Balls. We require their return here to our base."
"Hmm, robbing a corpse is beneath my pay grade, but a trivial matter. Very well. Anything else?"
"Yes," Red grinned now, the negotiation emboldening him, "I want you to then go to West City, abduct Dr. Briefs and his wife, and bring them back here."
"Kidnapping is not in my job description. Mere mortals are delicate, easier to just kill them."
"No! I need the old man alive for information, and the woman for leverage on him."
"Are you ordering me around, little man?"
"Of course not!" Staff Officer Black broke in, "Apologies for the misunderstanding, the Commander is under immense stress due to the difficulty of the current campaign."
"I forgive this once. I will not bother to kidnap, but for four times my usual fee, I will assist your own agents in removing the two from West City. Can you cover that?"
"…Yes. And for the assassinations, you will take General Blue with you!" Red said, pointing at Blue with a thumb, who snapped a crisp salute to the assassin. Tao looked him over and then back to Red.
"No. He's too weak."
"What!?" Blue objected, only to flinch and step back at a glare from the assassin.
"I want those two dead, Tao. And Blue here is the only one of my soldiers to get anything close to a win over them. I'm not taking chances. Even if he's just there to hold your bags, I want them flattened, no holding back."
"If he's your best, the state of warriors has declined even more than I thought. Very well, but I am taking back the discount in exchange for this handicap. That's 30 billion zeni."
"Deal. But you leave at once," Red snapped.
"Of course. The photos and locations, if you would."
"Here you are," Black said, handing Tao a tan folder, which the assassin opened stoically.
"We also included information our intelligence branch has-" Black continued, before Tao tossed the folder aside, having only glanced at the top.
"Launch, also known as Lunch, of the Kame School. I once held the title Strongest Under the Heavens, though I have long outgrown petty tournaments. Still, I make note of those who win. A student of that senile old fool, the Muten Roshi. There is old bad blood between my school and hers; this will be business and pleasure. I understand she only won due to her foe being exhausted. A valid victory, but it tells me she won't offer me much sport," Tao gave what might have been the ghost of a smile.
"Uh, the boy Son Goku nearly beat Jackie Chun, the challenger. He's also a student of the Muten Roshi," Black added.
"Even if it were a hundred subpar students of that fool, the outcome would be the same. Except you wouldn't have enough to pay me. Now, the coordinates."
"No need, we have a jet waiting to take you and General Blue there. You can be in the air in fifteen minutes," Red told him. Tao glared and sneered.
"Too slow, follow me," he commanded, turning and walking out.
"Commander, should we…?" Blue asked. Red glared at the closed door.
"He'd better be worth this," Red said, before complying with the order.
They found Tao standing on the balcony in front of one of the ornamental stone pillars.
"Yes, this will do. I will be using this pillar."
"The pillar?" Commander Red asked.
"Correct, the coordinates?" Tao inquired, not turning to face them. Black stepped forward, holding out a piece of paper.
"These are the latest coordinates, updated just before we came out here," the staff officer told him.
"Adequate. And you wish me to return here before going to West City?"
"That's right," Red said. Tao crumpled the paper and tossed it over the rail.
"Then my work has begun," the assassin said. Leaping into the air with that same stoic calm, he jabbed the top of the pillar with a single finger and landed sedately, jabbing it again at the bottom. As they watched, cracks spread across the struck sections of stone, and with a sharp kick it came loose, falling inward only for Tao to catch it casually in one hand.
"…I could do that," Blue told the other Red Ribbon officers.
Tao hefted the pillar and nodded, lifting it into the air with one hand as he assumed a stance and placed his other hand on it.
"Hop on, tagalong," Tao commanded, eyes sliding to Blue.
"What?" Blue asked.
"Did I stutter?" Tao asked, expression darkening slightly.
"Er, no," Blue said, and leapt onto the pillar, stumbling for a moment before getting his balance and smiling, snapping a salute to his superiors.
"Sirs, I will return in triumph!" he declared grandly.
"You should grab on," Tao said, letting a grin appear on his face.
"Huh?" Blue slipped. Tao threw the pillar like a javelin; it cut through the air too quick to even whistle. They did hear Blue scream and barely wrap himself around the pillar before falling off. By contrast, Tao leapt into the air and landed on the moving object, stance rigid, facing forward.
It happened so quick the two high-ranking officers could barely react.
"Well, if there was any doubt as to him being the real deal…" Black commented.
"…Hahahaha! Capsule Corp doesn't stand a chance! The Dragon Balls will be mine! My wish! Finally, I will get my wish!" Red laughed, staring after the vanished killer and his subordinate.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Just a short chapter this week.
Happy Easter! And if you don't celebrate Easter, have a happy weekend anyway!
Long days and pleasant nights to you all!