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17 observed with extreme joy the explosion of his attack. He had made a broad one, it couldn't have missed this damned remote control!

Krilin too starred at the dust cloud, but he was feeling dread instead of joy, as the echo of the detonation that had shook the surroundings, hushed. He felt a shiver in his back. Gohan most likely would have managed to protect himself from the cataclysm, but what about the Maserfuse? And Vegeta?

He concentrated for a while... No. The vital energy of the Prince of Saiyan was still here; he was in the top side of the trajectory and the side of the crater at the bottom of which he was in would have most likely protected him. There is a god for bastards! A much more substantial energy suddenly made him look leftwards. Gohan! He was here, right there!

18, who was also scanning the site of the explosion, hadn't noticed him yet. The young fighter smiled at Krilin, showing him the back of his hand then raised his thumb, to tell him it was 'O.K.'.

Krilin didn't understand his attitude and started turning his head to look behind him when the young voice called.

“I'm here... You've missed me, you sissy!”

Kame Sennin's student gave a start: what was he doing?! This sudden move provoked a strange feeling in the lower part of his back.

Meanwhile, 17 peacefully went down towards the agitator. While he landed just in front of Son Gohan, who lighted up his aura, standing firmly. And at this moment, Krilin understood! He brushed his back with his hand to check... YES!

That draft, earlier... That was Gohan. The young boy had put the Maserfuse in his fighting suit, he really felt it now, stuck between his skin and the double layer of cloth. That was why the young boy had provoked 17, to make him go to him: The cyborg wasn't going to bomb his sister who was standing so close. He would definitely come nearer to start the fight at close range... and this way, both of them would be in the right perimeter!

Quick... He had to take the case, quick... damn!

He had been clumsy and Bulma's invention fell a bit lower. Pushed back by his left hand, the device now laid on his belt, near his right kidney. His skin was all sweaty and the plastic case slipped. Not only his right hand was painful, but the bandage prevented any movement with his swelled up fingers. It wasn't possible! Besides, he had to stay quiet and not to contorting himself too much if he wanted to keep the cyborg in the dark about what he was doing.

But he also had to hurry. 17 should be furious of Gohan's impudence as he just missed him! The denim wearing killer was actually calmly walking towards the trio.

“Well, you really are in a hurry to die, all of a sudden. Don't tell me that you have managed to take that fucking remote control!”

The young Saiyan slowly extended his empty hands, palm upwards, to put the cyborg's doubt to rest.

“I won't need this to deactivate you.”

18 suspiciously looked at the young boy, then turned her blue eyes on Krilin. The latter hurried and shower her his palms, open in front of him, with a tense smile. Please, make her not see the sweat that was running on his face.

“So, you haven't hesitated to lie to me?”

Distraught, Krilin couldn't do anything else but show that he was sorry by raising his hands and shrugging as he made a step back, trembling. Everything was lost, she was going to kill him.

“He had done it because I told him to.” said the clear voice that made him start.

Great! 18 turned away from the fighter in the orange suit and went closer to Son Gohan.

“So, you're the one who will pay for it!”

The young warrior stiffened as he looked at the two cyborgs, so close to him. To fight them without involving Krilin, or moving the fight away wasn't going to be easy. 'Please, hurry, Krilin... For god's sake... hurry!'