On the other side.
"No... impossible!!"
After being slammed to the ground by that overwhelming shockwave, Cell struggled to prop himself up.
When he finally saw who had arrived, disbelief filled his eyes.
"Son Gohan... Trunks... how have the two of you become this strong?!"
Gohan and Trunks hovered in midair, both transformed into Super Saiyans.
"No... wait! Trunks—since when could you become a Super Saiyan too?!"
After absorbing Androids 17 and 18, Cell had inherited their memories.
Just a few days ago, only Gohan had possessed the ability to transform. Yet now, after such a short time, Trunks had reached the same state.
And more than that...
Something about their transformations was different.
In the memories of 17 and 18, Gohan's Super Saiyan form had only turned his hair gold.
But now—
Not only was their hair golden, arcs of lightning crackled around their bodies.
Naturally, Gohan and Trunks had no intention of explaining anything to him.
"I heard you're another creation of Dr. Gero, just like 17 and 18."
Gohan's voice was icy cold.
"Answer me. Where are those two androids?"
"You even know that much?"
Cell drew in a deep breath, suppressing the terror and shock inside him. Then he grinned wickedly.
"I don't know how you learned it... but if you want to find 17 and 18, I'm afraid you'll never get that chance in this lifetime."
Gohan and Trunks misunderstood his meaning, assuming he meant to resist until the end.
"No chance?"
Gohan's eyes sharpened.
"Then I'll beat one into you!"
He vanished instantly and appeared directly in front of Cell.
"W-What?!"
Cell's face changed drastically as he tried to retreat.
The next second—
BOOM!!
The golden aura around Gohan exploded outward.
Cell was blasted away on the spot.
And the direction he flew in—
Was straight toward Trunks.
"You dared threaten to blow up Earth?"
Trunks twisted his body in midair, spinning with explosive force.
"Just you?!"
BOOM!!
A devastating 360-degree roundhouse kick crashed into Cell's shoulder.
His shoulder exploded instantly, and his body hurtled downward like a meteor.
Just before he struck the ground—
Gohan appeared beside him again.
"You ruined the Earth for revenge."
"No wonder my father destroyed the Red Ribbon Army back then!"
BOOM!!
Another kick sent Cell flying once more.
From then on, Cell became nothing more than a ball being kicked through the sky.
Back and forth.
Again and again.
"In barely over a decade, humanity has nearly been wiped out because of you!"
"We won't forgive you so easily!"
"All the despair we suffered these years..."
"Now you'll feel it for yourself!"
"...."
Under the combined assault of Gohan and Trunks, Cell had absolutely no power to fight back.
It wasn't merely a difference in raw strength.
Their battle techniques, instincts, awareness, and combat experience had all improved beyond measure.
Measured by martial instinct alone—
Trunks had stepped into the First Stage.
Gohan had reached the Second Stage.
This was one of the fruits of their five years inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
Every strike they threw was fast, ruthless, and precise.
Every blow inflicted catastrophic damage.
Yet it was obvious—
They were only tormenting him.
If they attacked seriously, Cell would have exploded from a single punch.
More than ten minutes passed.
BOOM!!
Cell was kicked from the sky and smashed into the earth, creating an enormous crater.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Gohan and Trunks walked to the edge of the crater and looked down.
Cell's condition was miserable.
Both shoulders had been blown apart.
His lower body had been snapped cleanly at the waist.
After reaching his Perfect Form, he had believed himself invincible.
Yet now, facing only the sons of Son Goku and Vegeta, he had been reduced to this pathetic state.
"Well?"
Trunks' voice was freezing cold.
"Feeling despair now?"
"Hmph."
Gohan clenched one fist tightly.
"What is this little despair compared to what we endured?"
"To gain the strength to defeat monsters like you... do you know how much suffering we went through?"
Whenever he remembered the training inside the Time Chamber, his body trembled slightly.
It had truly been hell itself.
Fortunately—
They had survived it.
"Speak."
Gohan looked down at him again.
"Where are 17 and 18?"
"Compared to you, those two androids are my true enemies."
"If you tell me... I might grant you a quick death."
"A... quick death?"
Lying in the crater, Cell coughed up blood.
Then he began to laugh wildly.
"Hahahaha!"
"You really think... you can kill me?"
The moment those words fell—
His shattered body suddenly began to writhe.
"What... what's happening?!"
High above, Future Bulma's eyes widened in shock.
She had experienced too much despair over the years.
She feared a certain victory suddenly turning into disaster.
Gran noticed the fear on her face and said calmly:
"Don't worry."
"Today, even if the King of Heaven himself descended... Cell still wouldn't leave here alive."
"Gran," young Bulma asked curiously, "he looked like he was already dying. Why is he changing again all of a sudden?"
"With me here, what are you worried about?" she had no fear at all.
Gran replied flatly:
"You know Piccolo's physiology, right?"
"This creature contains Piccolo's cells."
"So Piccolo's regeneration ability... Cell possesses it too."
"What?!"
Both Bulmas stared with mouths open.
They never imagined Dr. Gero's android technology could be this terrifying.
"That ability might be troublesome against an evenly matched opponent."
"But against Gohan and Trunks in their current state..."
"It won't stir up even the slightest wave."
"Watch carefully."
The three of them turned their eyes back toward the battlefield below.
Inside the crater.
Strands of flesh budded from Cell's missing limbs.
They writhed rapidly.
In mere moments.
Bang!
Cell's body was completely restored.
"Hahaha!"
"I cannot die!"
"Is that so?"
The instant those words sounded—
Gohan's fist smashed brutally into Cell's abdomen.