Dragon Ball Z: Paradise Found

The Leech Of Hard Work

The cybernetic soldiers twitched before their inevitable onslaught. Yamcha's experienced eye noted how quite a few of them twitched in a synchronized manner, moving at the same time. It was almost as if a masterful puppeteer was pulling the strings. Given his previous experience with Artificial Human No. One-Eight, it didn't take Yamcha too long to figure out that the Android was controlling his army of cybernetic puppets.

The present cybernetic soldiers outnumbered the Chayote Security staff by a large margin, but Mark Satan and a few other officers flung smoke bombs and began receiving heat and electromagnetic input-based readings in their shades. Yamcha took off to engage the Artificial Human himself. Throwing a wide kick to swat aside a handful of soldiers that got in the way and slamming a few more aside with a double ax handle swing slam, Yamcha collided with Artificial Human One-Eight.

Leaving out of the way of One-Eight's attack, Yamcha thrust his step in backhand jab into One-Eight's face, socking him proper and taking him off his feet. With his enemy distracted and flinched, Yamcha had the time to deliver a focused and well-balanced power blow to One-Eight's gut. The man that started his fighting career as a desert bandit then flipped over his front, stomping with his feet while leveling horizontally in front of his opponent and transitioning into a thrusting aerial dropkick.

The cybernetic soldiers, instead of making way and preventing casualties amongst them, all huddled together to form a living cushion pillow and stop their master's wild flight. It could have only been a direct order from the Artificial Human. Not that Yamcha cared too much either way. Enveloped in a vibrant, crimson glow, the martial artist took off in a dash toward his distanced opponent. The warriors collided with Yamcha's resonant headbutt at the Android's core. A bubble of popping, compressed air expanding outward sent both the human and artificial soldiers for a ride while thunderous crackles littered the flashy neon stadium.

Yamcha and One-Eight disappeared from sight, appearing in mid-air again as the human martial artist vaulted and rotated horizontally before delivering an overhead kick to rock his opponent. The two vanished again. Yamcha socked One-Eight with a flying downward palm strike and flinched his opponent, but not enough not to pursue him and vanish again. One-Eight blocked the thrust dropkick when the two reappeared once more, only for the two fighters to vanish. After a resonance of countless collisions, the two rolled back into their initial positions like two blazing cannonballs before Yamcha took a fighting pose and his opponent snickered confidently with his arms crossed.

The scarred martial artist closed his eyes, feeling tremendous pressure building up around him. When the telekinetic locks were about to snap the trap shut around him once more, Yamcha was just a blurry afterimage. Stepping in and thrusting his fist into One-Eight's gut and almost impaling his opponent on it as One-Eight staggered back, spitting up mechanical fluids with his eyes bulging out. Yamcha swept the leg before whirling gracefully with his palms shaping with his fingers bent inward, like that of a canine predator slashing at his opponent.

Yamcha and One-Eight became engulfed in a crimson whirlwind of energy, vibrant lines of blaze red, black, and white formed as Yamcha spun like a whirligig with brutal slashes using the tempered tips of his fingers that could carve complex paintings onto the face of diamond without breaking a sweat. Once the whirlwind of Yamcha's Wolf Gale Claw reached its peak, the martial artist slammed his opponent back down with a double ax handle slam, then vanished down and raised his arm.

The palm of Yamcha's right hand faced the open ceiling of the stadium while his left clutched over the wrist of the right. A powerful aura of surging Ki began forming around the martial artist as he concentrated all of his energy into his right hand and focused it into a large, hovering sphere of Ki. Stretching his left leg out and raising it like an ace pitcher, Yamcha supercharged his golden Ki to become brilliant white and surge even further into his golden Ki sphere to turn it bright white as well. "Super Spirit Ball!" he chanted out before hurling the sphere at his dazed opponent.