Clone Goku

Goku? Hearing Tien Shinhan's words, everyone froze.

There was naturally nothing wrong with Tien Shinhan's eyesight; he often had to rely on it to gain an advantage. But the person before them could not possibly be Goku. Turles? That was impossible too.

"This is..." Raditz's eyes flickered as he muttered to himself. Gradually, he made out the newcomer's appearance, and his heart jolted. "He really does look almost identical! But there isn't even a trace of Ki around him. He doesn't seem human!"

"They're things made by those chips called 'Bundless' again, aren't they?" Piccolo spat lightly.

"Even if he's Goku, he doesn't look nearly as strong as the real one." Tien Shinhan relaxed and smiled. "Don't you agree, Goku?" He turned to look at Goku beside him, only to find his expression extremely grave, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Raditz was the same.

They had deployed so many Metal Warriors just to deal with them, yet before Clone Goku appeared, they had shut down every machine. That showed this clone's Battle Power was absolutely far beyond those Metal Warriors. As for exactly how far, Raditz found it difficult to judge. One possibility was that the chips had roughly calculated each of their strengths through the battles just now, and the clone they had sent out was at least comparable to them!

"Be careful." Piccolo grew serious. He too saw that these guys were anything but ordinary, and he shifted his stance slightly.

"You have defied my will. I will apprehend you again." The voice carried no rise or fall. Its rapid frequency and immense volume made their scalps tingle.

The lifeless clone approached slowly with heavy steps. Its feet collided with the floor, producing the solid clanging sound of metal striking metal.

Three Clone Gokus had emerged from the white light. They wore neat Turtle School Gis, their clothes perfectly smooth and utterly unmoving as they walked, as though cast onto their bodies. Their crab-like hairstyles, muscles, belts, and boots all gleamed with an oily sheen, their surfaces a dull blue.

"So they really are things made of metal!"

Nappa snorted disdainfully, gathering dense energy in both hands as he charged the clones. He opened with a barrage of rapid punches. He might not be able to beat the real Kakarot, but could he not handle a few fakes like these?

Apparently, he could not!

"Smack! Smack! Smack..."

With a fist, a palm, and a kick, the clone struck Nappa precisely in the chest, face, and stomach, sending him flying and crashing to the ground. His massive body hit the floor with a tremendous impact, echoes rolling through the empty corridor.

"Tch, what a reckless fool." Vegeta cast Nappa a cold glance, spread his hands into a fighting stance, and stepped forward. From those few moves just now, he had spotted something: these clones had completely copied Goku's fighting style and techniques, and even their Battle Power was extremely close to his. "I'll deal with you, you metal idiots!"

Defeating Goku would begin with defeating these clones!

The clones did not get angry in the slightest at Vegeta's mockery. They stared blankly at the opponent before them, their heads swaying from side to side as though searching for suitable targets.

"What are you looking at? You're really pissing me off! Your opponent is right here!" Vegeta charged without another word, an endless torrent of power pouring forth as dense afterimages of fists rained down.

The astonishingly fast flurry of punches was so quick that even Tien Shinhan's eyes blurred. Only Goku and Raditz could see clearly.

One clone blocked Vegeta's path, crossing its arms to defend and forcibly taking Vegeta's attacks. Its feet kept sliding backward, scraping out a piercing screech against the floor.

"Yes! We're going to win!" the orange-haired girl shouted, waving her arms.

"But there are still two more. Tien Shinhan, please take care of this girl and everyone else. Goku, Piccolo, let's go!" Raditz released the girl's hand and prepared to fight as well.

Goku shot forward with a whoosh and was already locked in battle with a clone. Their fight was evenly matched; their fighting styles were identical, fists and kicks clashing without either yielding an inch.

Piccolo's Battle Power had improved considerably through training in the Gravity Chamber, but he was still somewhat at a disadvantage against an opponent on Goku's level. However, joining forces with Goku, dealing with a clone was no problem at all.

The tallest of the three fixed its gaze on Raditz. "I will capture you." Its lips moved slightly, its voice slipping out with icy hostility laid bare.

"Are you Bundless?" Raditz asked.

But there was no answer. Only the roaring sounds of battle continued through the air.

"Hah!"

The clone shouted, going all out as it charged Raditz. Its fist carried a fierce gust of wind, erupting with tremendous power in an instant.

A vigorous aura burst from Raditz's body and wrapped around him. Just as the fierce fist came hurtling toward his face, he threw out his own hand and met it with a punch.

Their fists collided, and metal and bone both cracked sharply. Raditz felt his forearm go numb, his entire body shuddering. He forcibly held his ground, channeling the force into the earth and shaking a crater into the floor. The clone opposite him staggered back several steps, its arm shattering into pieces that scattered across the ground.

"Hmph, looks like you're nothing special after all." Raditz withdrew his arm, secretly sucking in a breath of cold air as he flexed his fingers.

That strike had ruined the other side's arm, but he had not come out unscathed either. After all, when flesh and blood slammed barehanded into iron, how could it not hurt?

The clone silently glanced at the fragments scattered on the floor, showing not the slightest reaction. It stepped forward and planted its foot on the pieces. The next second, the fragments on the floor turned into liquid and crawled up the clone's body, reconnecting at incredible speed to their original place and reforming into a hard arm.

"Liquid metal? And memory-based self-repair?" Raditz stared in stunned disbelief, his expression turning ugly.

The terrifying thing about such an ability was that it was almost impossible to destroy. Unless it was completely annihilated, it would keep regenerating, regenerating, regenerating, until it wore a person to death.

This was not good. Raditz thought to himself.

At the same time, the clone sprinted forward again, flying in with a kick that struck Raditz dead on and sent him soaring far away! Raditz flipped twice in midair before steadying himself, then activated Kaio-ken and counterattacked, driving a punch into the clone's face.

The force of the punch nearly twisted the clone's neck one hundred and eighty degrees, but Raditz knew that was nowhere near enough. He immediately followed up with an elbow, smashing it into the twisted neck.

The clone toppled to one side and slammed hard into the ground with a dull thud.

Raditz aimed at its body and fired a continuous barrage of Kikoho blasts. Blinding white beams instantly engulfed it! A massive sphere of energy spread outward...