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The bald fighter took a deep breath. He had no other choice but to play the game of his torturers.

“No need of this... Your dirty cretin face is more than enough!” he growled.

Without thinking more, he suddenly held out both his hands in front of him and yelled, creating right away the most powerful attack that he is able to without taking the time to concentrate his energy.

“TAKE THIS!”

Of course, the shot, both hasty and foretold missed his target and exploded in the middle of the thick forest. 17 retorted right after.

“Good. NOW IT'S MY TURN!”

The cyborg's powerful shot almost hit Krilin who dodged it only by an inch. However his dodge had put him within reach of 18 who seized the opportunity to kick him.

Krilin just had the time to get back to his feet to avoid the energy burst thrown by the blond haired, and then, another salvo from her brother. He was getting mad. Those two damned teenagers were playing with him as a cat would do with some stupid rats... just before killing it!

But it wasn't over yet... as he was going to die anyway...

Playing the surprise card, he suddenly fled.

He looked behind him. Of course, they were faster that he was, but it didn't matter at all!

He turned in the air and placed his two hands in front of his face and started saying the name of his next attack “SOL...” Unfortunately, he hadn't the time to tell the rest as violent explosions clashed around him and unstettled him. They had understood what he was about to do, recognized the beginning of the words.

Oh well... Still in that same position, he threw a series of shots on his two pursuers.

Two? … Where was 18?

A brutal blow answered his question. The cyborg had overtaken him in order to hit him with savagery!

He was falling and he hadn't the time to get back on his feet that, with a terrible punch, 17 sent him back towards the improvised arena.

The blows were hard. Krilin closed his eyes because of the extreme violence, and the expenditure of energy from earlier had been too much for him. He now had to pay the full price.

Left breathless because of his attempt and the harsh forced return, he landed in the middle of the glade which now sported the scars of the fight as well as he did. The small fighter didn't pay any attention to it, he watched the sky, looking out for the arrival of the two merciless predators. Yamcha stood at his side.

“I'm sorry...” stammered Krilin, ashamed.

Yamcha smiled at him, even though the smile seemed a bit forced. “It's ok... It's how life goes...”

Krilin's face darkened, even more afflicted with the involuntary irony of his friend's words. Life... It was actually death now, facing them. Death with angelic faces, but the cruelty of the worst kind of Machiavelli.

And time, that damned time that kept going at such a slow pace. And yet, it seemed to go so fast during moments of happiness!

17 taunted them once again. Didn't he ever tire of his lousy jokes?

“It appears you're getting tired, aren't you? Well, it's true that it's not everyone who has access to an endless stock of energy. It's so useful though!”

Krilin spurted out a retort, as scathing as his frustration.

“Well, the energy isn't the only thing you don't seem to lack off... You're also completely stupid!”

18 bent towards him with a captivating smile.

“Oh, but you're so cute when you want to look evil, you know that?”

Krilin was unsettled once again. That girl was so pretty, her face looked to pure, those paradise coloured eyes, those so clear eyes... Even though he knew what she really was, she did has a talent for making him feel weird.