Goku threw a punch at 19's face, but it quickly dodged it. She then threw more and more unrelentingly, causing it to become harder for 19 to block and dodge her attacks. Next, Goku slammed her knee into 19's abdomen, causing the android to recoil backward from the force.
Goku's smile broadened, while android 19's expression remained deadpan. It charged up to Goku, and threw a quick barrage of kicks, punches at her. She dodged all of them, and performed a perfect roundhouse kick, which hit the android directly in the jaw.
She took a step backward, and threw a large ki blast at 19 before it could rebound. Android 19's facial features brightened considerably, and it laughed at the sight of the attack. It outstretched its right arm toward it, and a small red circle shown brightly on the palm of its pasty white skin.
Some gray vapor-like substance was seeping out of the shiny red circle. Goku's eyes widened in surprise as her attack seemed to be sucked into the android's arm. She ignored it and charged toward the android yet again, ready to launch some more of her techniques on it.
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Elsewhere…
"What happened?" questioned Yamcha, finally regaining consciousness.
His hands instinctively fell down to grasp the spot where the strange old man's arm had ripped through his chest. He could remember the whole thing so clearly. The memories of what had happened earlier flashed animated horrific images throughout his mind so precisely, it felt as if he were reliving the painful experience once more.
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"Ahh!"
Yamcha shot his head around the corner, as he heard a woman's shrill scream.
Oh no, this is bad. I have to find those murderers and quick! he thought. He ran toward the sound, and stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes spotted a dead body. A dead woman's body.
"I think I might have just found them!" he said to himself aloud.
He turned his head to the right, expecting to see someone that looked like some sort of killing machine. He gasped when he only saw more dead bodies. He turned it to the left, and saw even more!
Oh no! I have to find them, and quick! he thought in a panic once again.
Yamcha saw a terrified man peek his head out from behind a phone booth.
"Hey you!" Yamcha yelled, trying to get the guy's attention.
The second the man saw Yamcha, his head darted behind the phone booth once more for refuge. Yamcha shook his head in disappointment, as he spied two men eyeing him nervously through an open window.
"Hey, you guys, did you see who did this to these people?" Yamcha asked, trying to keep his tone soft so that he wouldn't scare them off.
"It-it was two men, they-they disappeared!" stuttered one man, still trembling at the thought of what he had just witnessed.
"Disappeared—" muttered Yamcha. "I must have just missed them. I better go back, and tell the others!"
Yamcha stood there dumbfounded for a moment, contemplating to himself what he had just said. He scratched the side of his head and spoke, "Wait, what's the point of telling the others. I haven't found the murderers yet! My whole point of coming over here was to find the killers."
Yamcha jumped slightly as he heard a noise from behind him. He turned around and saw two men, an old one, and one that sort of resembled an alien.
"Hey, you two better be careful! There's a couple of bad people out on the loose, and they mean business!" warned Yamcha.
The androids just continued to stare at Yamcha with unreadable impassive expressions. Yamcha squinted his eyes, as he read a familiar logo that stood out on the old man's hat.
Yamcha gasped! I remember that symbol, it's the Red Ribbon Army logo! he thought in realization.
"No, you can't be from the Red Ribbon Army! Goku destroyed their empire long ago!" Yamcha shouted in disbelief.
"We are," replied the elderly man calmly.
Yamcha leapt backward a few feet and shouted, "I found them!" Somehow hoping that the others had heard his desperate shout. Yamcha remember what the Red Ribbon Army could do all too well.
The old man lifted his arm to reveal the same red circle smack dab in the middle of his palm that was on 19's. He seemed to glide across the floor like an apparition, faster than Yamcha's eyes could follow.
The man's extended arm clasped over Yamcha's mouth, and squeezed his nose shut, cutting off Yamcha's air supply. Yamcha gagged a little bit, and immediately clasped both of his arms on the man's forearms, trying to rip the man's grip off of him, but to no avail. He not only couldn't breathe, but it felt as if that man was sucking the very life out of his body too!
Yamcha was gradually lifted off of the ground by his neck, and was becoming dizzy. The threesome were blocking the road, causing cars to pile up all around them. Screeching of metal, and the cracking of bones could be heard, along with a few explosions. All the while, adding up to the list of casualties caused by the two murderous men.
Yamcha, had not seen this, because his vision had become quite blurry by now. His hearing was also very faint. His grip on the man's arms had slackened quite a bit, and his lungs ached in pain.
I'm not going to give up! he thought, I can't give up. I care about Bulma, and Puar, and all of the rest of my friends. I've already died once. If I die again I may never come back! I'm always one of the first to fall! Damn it! I won't die, I won't let them kill me!'
Suddenly, for what seemed to have come out of no-where. Yamcha gained a small portion of his strength back, and was now managing to pull the old man off of him. Sadly, Yamcha's small triumph was short-lived. For just seconds later, the old man thrust his whole hand through Yamcha's abdomen.
Yamcha tried his best to gasp for air, but the man's other hand was still covering his airways. His vision began to blur again, his hearing faded once more, and he could feel blood building up in his lungs. Soon afterward, everything went black and abysmal to Yamcha.