Although they knew they'd most likely lose—and lose badly—what if they didn't? If they found an opening, they might still have a chance!
Son Gohan calmly watched the two men standing in front of and behind him, without the slightest hint of nervousness.
The saying "two fists can't beat four hands" only applied when both sides were on equal footing.
As things stood, Son Gohan was much faster than Son Goku, let alone the two of them.
Seeing Son Gohan remain motionless, they prepared to strike first. But the longer they looked at him, the more solemn their expressions became.
He was simply standing there, seemingly riddled with openings. Yet whenever they tried to spot one and launch an attack, they sensed a deadly trap lurking behind it.
As time slowly passed, a faint sheen of sweat appeared on Yamcha and Krillin's foreheads.
Realizing that if this went on, they'd lose without even fighting, the two exchanged a glance, shouted to work up their courage, and charged.
Faced with the oncoming fists, Son Gohan shifted slightly.
"Whoosh!"
"Thud!"
"Thud!"
Yamcha and Krillin stared in stunned disbelief as their fists passed through Son Gohan's body and struck each other. Their mouths fell open!
"A-A-Afterimage!"
"How is that possible?!"
Yamcha cried out.
Before they could react, they heard the rush of wind beside them. A barrage of punches had already engulfed them.
A series of thuds rang out as dust billowed around the three of them, leaving everyone nearby unable to tell what was happening inside.
"Ow!"
"Not in the face!"
Yamcha cried out.
"Go easy!"
Krillin howled.
The two-sided attack they'd imagined never materialized. Son Gohan's little demonstration of the Afterimage technique left them utterly dumbfounded. Having lost the initiative, they were promptly pummeled by Son Gohan. By the time the