"Hahahaha!!!!"
"Hahahahaha!!!!!"
"Yuujin, Gokumi, Vegea, Super Android 18, thank you, thank~ you all!"
"Hahahaha—ha!!!!!"
In the sky, Cell was laughing maniacally, continuously expressing his gratitude to Yuujin and the others.
Previously, Cell had been full of resentment toward Yuujin and his group, unwilling to accept his defeats. But now, he was profoundly grateful to them.
He couldn't help but be thankful—time and again, they had pushed him to grow stronger. This time, they had even driven him to break his limits and transform into a brand-new form.
Hahahahaha!!!!!
"I-Is that Cell?"
"How did he become like that?!"
"S-So terrifying, so terrifying…"
Krillin, Tien Shinhan, and the others finally arrived from afar, but when they saw Cell floating in the sky, each of them widened their eyes in shock. The weakest among them, Chiaotzu, was so frightened that he trembled uncontrollably, collapsing to the ground in fear.
At this moment, the aura emanating from Cell was horrifying, suffocatingly so!
Staring into the sky, Yuujin's expression was more serious than ever before.
Saiyans possess the trait of becoming stronger the more they fight, and every time they recover from severe injuries, their combat power increases significantly. However, the Saiyans of this universe were different from those in the original Dragon Ball series. Only the first three recoveries from near-death experiences resulted in significant power boosts. The more times this happened, the less noticeable the growth became. After using up these three opportunities, future recoveries would still increase power slightly, but nothing like before.
But Cell was different. Perhaps because he had fused with the cells of Saiyans from another universe, or maybe because he had absorbed too many powerful cells, the inherent traits of the Saiyan cells had mutated. After repeatedly being reborn and recovering, his combat power surged dramatically each time. Especially in his most recent recovery, his power had increased more than the sum of all previous gains!
If Yuujin and Gokumi had a combat power of 10 billion, then Cell now possessed at least 40 billion—possibly even 50 billion!
It was a despair-inducing gap, yet Yuujin felt a slight sense of relief.
Luckily, after transforming into Golden Cell, his power only increased several times over. If it had skyrocketed fiftyfold like a Saiyan becoming a Super Saiyan, there'd be no point in fighting.
If that had happened, Yuujin and the others might as well have just offered their necks to Cell—it would've been quicker that way!
"Super 18, can you still fight against Cell as he is now?"
Turning to Super 18 beside him, Yuujin asked.
No one could sense Super 18's energy, and previously she had effortlessly crushed Cell without using her full strength. So, Yuujin and Gokumi weren't entirely sure how powerful Super 18 truly was.
"I'm not sure," she replied, her face also showing a serious expression.
Her response made it clear—even she wasn't confident she could defeat Cell now!
Yuujin sighed and nodded.
After one transformation after another, Cell had become an unimaginable monster. Even if Super 18 wanted to eliminate him, it would be incredibly difficult.
This was truly a disastrous situation. It seemed Yuujin needed to start considering an escape plan.
A flicker of determination flashed in Yuujin's eyes—he had made up his mind.
"Red Silk Girl No. 1, Red Silk Girl No. 2!"
"Master."
At Yuujin's call, two Red Silk Girls appeared in a flash, kneeling on one knee and bowing to him.
"Immediately gather all the Red Silk Girls and return to the temple. Then escort Bulma and Tights off Earth. Head to the frontlines of the expeditionary force and meet up with Launch."
"Make sure they take the Dragon Balls with them."
Yuujin gave concise instructions. Though he didn't specify what Bulma and Tights should do, he believed they would understand.
If he, Gokumi, and the others died here today, then Bulma, Tights, and the Dragon Balls they carried would be their final hope.
Understanding their master's intentions, the two Red Silk Girls felt a wave of sorrow.
Their master had been pushed to such a desperate situation!
"Yes!"
They bowed once more and replied.
"Krillin, Yamcha, Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, Piccolo—you guys should also head to the temple and evacuate with Bulma and the others."
Yuujin then turned to Krillin and the rest.
"Yuujin-sama, we can stay and help!"
Tien Shinhan and Yamcha protested anxiously.
They were Earth's martial artists, Earth's warriors—how could they think only of escaping at a time like this?
"E-Everyone, listen to me."
"I want to stay and fight too, to defeat that bastard Cell together. But you all know that's impossible."
"As much as it pains me to admit, Cell is now on a completely different level from us."
"Even if we stayed, we'd only get in Yuujin-sama's way—we wouldn't be able to help. On the contrary, the right choice is to escort Bulma-san and the others off Earth with the Dragon Balls."
"As long as we take the Dragon Balls, even if Yuujin-sama and the others lose to Cell and are killed, we can use the Dragon Balls later to bring everyone back."
Krillin spoke through clenched fists, his voice heavy.
Though he felt deep frustration, the small part of him that remained rational knew this was what they needed to do.
"Krillin's right. I'm counting on you to protect Bulma and Tights."
"Stop wasting time—get out of here, now!"
Yuujin nodded and then gave the order in a commanding tone.
Clenching their fists tightly, Tien Shinhan and Yamcha's faces were full of unwillingness, but in the end, they obeyed:
"We understand, Yuujin-sama."
"We will protect Bulma-sama and Tights-sama with our lives—we swear it!"
With solemn expressions, Tien Shinhan and Yamcha replied. Then, alongside Krillin and Chiaotzu, they floated into the air, preparing to head to the temple with the Red Ribbon Battle Maidens.
"Piccolo, aren't you coming with us?"
Seeing Piccolo unmoving, Krillin and the others paused.
"Hmph, if you want to run, go ahead. I'm staying to fight!"
Piccolo snorted coldly.
He was the Demon King Piccolo—there was no way he'd tuck his tail and run like a dog! What a joke!
"Piccolo, as a warrior, I respect you—but I'm sorry."
"If you die, the Dragon Balls will lose their power. So even if all of us can die, you absolutely cannot."
Yuujin approached Piccolo with a smile, then punched him hard in the stomach.
"Y-You…"
Piccolo's eyes bulged as he coughed up bile. Holding his stomach, he stumbled back a few steps before collapsing to his knees.
"All right, all right, don't glare at me. I know you're pissed. Next time you challenge me, I'll go easy and let you win, okay?"
"Stay alive, Piccolo. I hope we'll meet again."
"D-Dammit…"
Standing before Piccolo, Yuujin spoke, while Piccolo clenched his teeth, closing his eyes in frustration before finally passing out.
Lifting Piccolo up, Yuujin tossed him toward Krillin and the others in the sky.
"Take him and get out of here. Don't let him die."
"Yes, Yuujin-sama!"
After one last glance at Yuujin and the others, Krillin, Yamcha, and the rest fought back their tears, then ignited their auras and shot into the sky…
To be continued…
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