Moments later, Piccolo, who had stepped in to buy time for Son Goku and the others, had completely exhausted his strength.
He lay on the ground covered in wounds, with no telling whether he was dead or alive.
Nearby, Krillin clambered out of a pile of rubble in a sorry state. Trembling all over, he stood rooted to the spot as though he had been turned to stone.
Looking at the three completely unscathed Androids before him, he felt nothing but shock.
These Androids seemed even stronger than the rumors suggested. Even Piccolo's all-out effort had fallen far short of matching them.
His own attempt to stop Android 18 had failed just as badly. She had effortlessly dodged every attack, then sent him flying with a flick of her finger. For a moment, he had thought he was going to die.
Damn it, is Earth finished? Krillin bitterly refused to accept it.
Just then, Android 17 and Android 18 walked over.
Android 17 glanced at Piccolo on the ground, then turned to Android 16. "Android 16, what now? Son Goku and the others escaped because of these two. Should we kill them?"
Android 16 shook his head. "No. We were created solely to kill Son Goku and Tights. There is no need to do anything unnecessary. I have already detected Son Goku's location. They have returned to West City. Let's pursue them."
"All right."
"What?"
Hearing their conversation, Krillin was dumbfounded.
"You're not going to kill us?"
Android 17 turned and pointed at Android 16. "Didn't you hear him? Our only targets are Son Goku and Tights. We're not interested in anyone else."
He then pointed at Piccolo on the ground and told Krillin, "He's still alive. Give him a Senzu Bean and he'll be fine."
With that, Android 17