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Cell turned around and looked at the lone, blasted-off head lying on the ground. It belonged to Android 16.
He lifted his foot and crushed it without hesitation, a cruel smile curling across his lips.
"What a shame, Number 16. In the end, a machine like you is nothing more than Dr. Gero's most defective failure."
With that, Cell kicked the severed head high into the sky, sending it flying into the distance.
Gohan stared blankly at the horrifying sight of Android 16 being reduced to pieces. His eyes widened until they were almost popping out of their sockets. His entire body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Cell turned back toward him.
But the reaction he saw on Gohan's face filled him with a strange sense of disappointment.
"Son Gohan… even now, you still can't let yourself get truly angry?" Cell muttered irritably. "How frustrating. Still… I'm certain I'll find a way to make you lose control."
He slowly swept his cold gaze across the jagged cliffs surrounding the battlefield.
"One… two… three… four… five… six… seven."
His voice was soft, but it sounded like the countdown of death itself.
"Perfect. Not too many, not too few. Exactly seven."
As if responding to its master's excitement, the thick tail behind Cell suddenly convulsed violently, wracked with spasms.
Then something dropped to the charred ground with a wet, sticky sound.
An egg.
It glowed with a strange blue light.
A second one followed, falling with a low hum.
Then a third.
A sinister aura spread through the air.
The grotesque "birth" continued. Cell's tail jerked like a living launcher, spitting out egg after egg until seven cold, murderous blue eggs lay scattered on the ground.
The moment they touched the earth, the eggs began to melt and twist, swelling and deforming.
In the blink of an eye, they transformed into seven miniature versions of Cell.
Each one was painted in a blue-purple hue, smaller in size but perfectly proportioned.
Even before their bodies finished forming, cruel grins were already spreading across their faces.
Following Cell's gaze, the seven tiny monsters locked onto their targets atop the rocky cliffs like poisonous arrows ready to fire.
Cell slowly turned his head, admiring the killing machines he had personally created.
A wild laugh trembled in his throat.
"Listen up, my little toys! The seven pieces of trash standing on that cliff are your assignment for today!"
His eyes burned with murderous intent.
"Go now. Crush them!"
The next moment, the killing intent in Cell's pupils flared like hellfire.
"Don't hold back, even if you kill them! Go tear their flesh apart!"
The cold command struck the air like a hammer.
Gohan's pupils shook violently.
A surge of uncontrollable rage shot straight to his head.
He never imagined that just to provoke him, Cell would go this far… something so insane, so utterly heartless.
Gohan wanted to stop it.
But he didn't even have time to speak.
The seven tiny Cells had already vanished, turning into blurs as they shot toward Goku and the others on the cliff.
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Dragon Ball World
Vegeta nearly bit through his own tongue.
He stared at the screen in disbelief, eyes locked on the seven ridiculous-looking little figures. Every hair on his body stood on end.
His battle instincts, the ones he trusted most, were screaming.
The terrifying aura coming from those "babies" had already surpassed him—the proud Prince of all Saiyans.
If mere fragments possessed such horrifying strength…
Then how powerful was Cell's real body?
Vegeta's brows twisted into a tight knot as a chill crawled up his spine.
This wasn't an illusion.
The pressure radiating from Cell was deeper and more sinister than even the universe's tyrant, Frieza.
Far away in the depths of space, aboard Frieza's flagship, the emperor's face had turned a sickly shade of green.
It wasn't just Vegeta who sensed it.
Frieza himself had realized something terrifying.
The "Cell" in that video, a monster born on some insignificant backwater planet… had already surpassed him by a massive margin.
Even more absurd—
Those seven disposable "Mini Cells"…
Each of them had battle power nearly equal to Frieza at full strength.
"Impossible!!!"
Frieza's pride exploded inside his mind.
He was the emperor of the universe! The ruler of countless star systems!
How could some monster from a remote planet stand above him and look down on all life?
"Ridiculous! I refuse to believe it!"
His eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets.
The humiliation of being surpassed, of being treated like the weaker one, drove him completely out of control.
"Earth… must be destroyed!! Its very existence is an insult to me!"
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Naruto World
Pure Land
Uchiha Madara's face looked as dark as soot.
The overwhelming power displayed by Cell in the light screen had shattered everything he believed about strength.
And that wasn't all.
The boy named Son Gohan, who had been singled out as Cell's opponent, radiated a potential that felt like a bottomless abyss.
Madara felt both confused and furious.
He had only been dead a few years.
How had the combat level of the ninja world suddenly evolved into something like a battle between gods and demons?
Yet the world-ending power shown in the video forced him to accept a cruel possibility.
If this was truly his world…
Then the so-called "top-tier" fighters of the current era might have already surpassed him.
"If I were reborn… would I still have the right to dominate the battlefield?"
Madara felt deeply unwilling to accept it.
But even with his famed intelligence, he was limited by one thing.
He couldn't imagine that the video playing before him didn't belong to his ninja world at all.
After all, he was already dead. His information about the living world had long since been cut off.
He had no way of knowing that videos connecting countless universes were now circulating through the multiverse.
Back on the battlefield, Goku let out a warning that sounded like a lion's roar.
"Everyone, stay sharp! Don't underestimate those little things!"
His voice was tense.
His body instinctively shifted into a battle stance.
The energy locking onto him made one thing painfully clear.
Every single Mini Cell possessed power equal to him at his peak.
The realization cast a heavy shadow over his heart.
How could these clones possibly be this strong?
Vegeta glared at the blue miniature monster charging straight toward him, his face dark enough to drip water.
In the Prince of Saiyans' worldview, there might be a massive gap between him and Cell himself.
But sending some "pet-sized" creature to fight him?
That was the ultimate insult.
And the worst part?
The energy coming from those little monsters was actually stronger than his.
Rage burned away what little rationality he had left.
Vegeta roared, his aura exploding outward. His black hair instantly turned blazing gold as he forced himself into the Super Saiyan state.
"You think this garbage can humiliate me?! Dream on!!!"
With a furious shout, he shot forward instead of retreating, becoming a streak of golden light as he rushed toward one of the Mini Cells.
He had to prove it.
Prove in the bloodiest way possible that Vegeta was no weakling to be trampled by cannon fodder.
Trunks wasn't about to fall behind either.
As the second strongest Saiyan present after Goku and Gohan, he unleashed his power as well.
In an instant, three Super Saiyans clashed with three Mini Cells.
Fists and kicks collided.
Terrifying shockwaves burst outward in every direction, rumbling like space itself was collapsing.
Cell stood where he was, arms crossed, watching their attack with nothing but a mocking smile.
He knew exactly how terrifying his Mini Cells were.
If their opponent were a fully healthy Goku, they might have struggled.
But the current Goku?
He was already at the end of his strength.
"Pointless resistance," Cell sneered. "You have no chance of winning. They may be small, but they inherited all of my killing intent."
Before his words had even fully faded—
Vegeta had already clashed with his target.
Confidence filled him as he gathered energy in his hand and chopped down at the Mini Cell's neck.
In his mind, the creature would explode from the strike.
But—
"What?!"
Vegeta's pupils shrank in shock.
His full-power attack had been caught effortlessly.
The Mini Cell simply raised a hand and stopped it.
The texture of its arm felt like solid steel.
Then, with casual ease, the creature flicked Vegeta's arm aside.
In the next instant, it moved with an inhuman speed Vegeta couldn't even track.
A whip-like kick slammed straight into his stomach.
"Ugh—!"
Vegeta's face twisted in agony.
It felt like a meteor had smashed into his gut.
His body flew backward like a rag doll.
But the nightmare wasn't over.
Just as he was sent flying, the Mini Cell suddenly appeared behind him like a ghost.
It reached out a tiny hand and gently pressed against Vegeta's back.
Smack.
The sound was so light it was almost nonexistent.
But the force behind it hit like a ten-thousand-ton hammer smashing into his spine.
Vegeta couldn't endure the tearing pain any longer.
"Aaaaargh!!!"
He screamed miserably.
He had completely lost the ability to fight back.
This wasn't a battle.
It was pure, humiliating domination.
Cell watched everything with interest, the cold curve of his smile growing wider as mockery filled his eyes.
Dragon Ball World
Inside Frieza's ship, Vegeta stared at the version of himself in the video getting beaten mercilessly.
He recognized it.
That golden form.
The Super Saiyan he had dreamed of becoming.
In Vegeta's mind, Super Saiyan was the pinnacle of power. The ultimate symbol of the Saiyan race.
So why?
Why was a Super Saiyan still being beaten like a helpless child?
His belief began to crumble.
The foundation of his worldview—Super Saiyan equals invincible—was being torn apart by the brutal reality playing before him.
Meanwhile, Raditz was speeding toward Earth in a small spaceship, watching the same scene.
His red eyes narrowed slightly.
"That's Vegeta…? He actually awakened as a Super Saiyan?"
As a low-class Saiyan warrior, Raditz naturally longed for that supreme power.
If he achieved it, his social status would skyrocket. He would never have to bow to anyone again.
But awakening as a Super Saiyan was incredibly difficult.
It demanded monstrous talent and relentless effort.
"Still… it's surprising. That video shows four Super Saiyans. Even my idiot brother pulled it off? And his son too…"
Then Raditz suddenly noticed something strange.
"But who's the last Super Saiyan? I've never seen him before."
His face darkened.
Even worse, he hadn't seen himself anywhere in the video.
There were only two possibilities.
Either he was dead.
Or Vegeta had abandoned him.
Raditz was extremely confident in himself.
So he immediately ruled out the idea of dying in battle.
That left only one answer.
Vegeta had discarded him in favor of stronger companions after becoming a Super Saiyan.
"Damn it! That bastard Vegeta!!!"
Kakarot and Vegeta appearing together could only mean one thing.
Kakarot had also become a Super Saiyan.
The strong only traveled with the strong.
The weak were tossed aside and forgotten by history.
That was why Vegeta abandoned him.
"Kakarot… just you wait!"
Raditz's eyes burned with murderous intent toward the younger brother he had never truly known.
A violent burst of energy exploded from his body, making the ship's interior tremble.
The surge of power pushed the spacecraft to a whole new speed.
Raditz's arrival on Earth was coming much sooner.
Naruto World
Amegakure – Akatsuki Base
Nagato guided the Six Paths of Pain into the meeting hall.
Every member of the Akatsuki was already there.
They all stood frozen, staring at the light screen as Goku and the others fought desperately.
"This level of battle… it's terrifying."
Kakuzu's voice was low and heavy like iron.
Every burst of energy in the video sent shockwaves through his soul.
To his shame, whenever those horrifying power surges appeared, a thought would flash through his mind.
Maybe I should surrender.
It was a disgrace.
He was the man who once attempted to assassinate the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju.
How could he be frozen stiff by nothing more than an image?
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