Goku Black Skins Novels & Stories

"Unit 88. You are clear to engage. Objective: Retrieval. Minimum force required to incapacitate." From the shadows of the helicopter’s hold, a figure stepped out. He was massive—easily seven feet tall, but unlike Kazi, his bulk was pure, distorted biology. He was shirtless, his skin a deep, obsidian black that seemed to absorb the light around him. His muscles weren't natural; they were bunched and twisted like knotted cables under his skin. He wore a heavy, reinforced version of the silver collar, and his eyes were covered by a sleek, black visor that fed data directly into his brain.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Arka swung the machete in his hand and slashed at his opponent's wrist. Blood sprayed everywhere. Before the man could scream again— DUK! Arka's elbow slammed into the man's chest. The air seemed to explode out of his lungs all at once. His body collapsed like a sack of sand. On the other side, Black Garuda charged like a raging bull. "AAARGH!" A thug tried to slash at him. Black Garuda caught his arm. KRAK! The wrist was twisted until it cracked. The man screamed. But Black Garuda didn't stop.

Their mechas would begin taking significant damage if they continued to tank the damage this way. "Maybe we could try to communicate with-" Tatsuya's speech got cut off when Aimi drew the first blood. It stunned everyone and caused them to take some damage to their mecha. Only Naoko who had BaoBao as her backup continued unscathed. "It's not human, go all out!" Naoko and Aimi instructed at the same time and the boys obeyed without missing a beat. The dead body of the human that wore animal skin as clothes had morphed into a lanky grey-haired monkey with human proportions. Its wide open lifeless black beady eyes had no pupils and its open mouth revealed rows of teeth that resembled a shark's.

Compared to ordinary people, he could see even deeper. Therefore, he could tell at a glance that Kun Ku's combat strength was very amazing! However, when attention placed on Kun Ku's opponent, his face changed slightly. He wore a long black robe that was as black as ink. His entire body, including his head, was completely wrapped up, with only two palms visible. Those two hands were as skinny as firewood, as if they were old men. However, the one who could stand here and fight was definitely not an old man.

Zhu Wushang then slides his back on his backrest and slants sideward with one hand lazily supporting his chin. Zhu Wushang gave out an ultimatum with a cold smile while Blacky starts to transform. Many tentacles appear with a dog-like mouth that is made of bone at the end of each tentacle. Many crimson red eyes appear on its head; each eye looks hungrily at the exposed limbs of that man in black.

an unknown voice called out behind them. Startled, Suki turned to the voice to see various guards approaching them. Their fighting leathers appeared different to the ones she was used to seeing; they were more compact and sturdy; there was also a lack of definition through colours – strictly black attire and smoky grey shades here and there. The only pop of colour would come from the silver buckles connecting their attire. It was the perfect attire for them to camouflage within the shadows. “A few… miles?” Suki repeated, bemused.