I'm Exactly Lacking Someone Like You

"Askari, I'll take it from here. You and the others stabilize the planet!"

If they wanted to stop Cell from destroying the planet, someone had to block his attack head-on—and make it work in a single blow, without letting even a trace of excess energy spread out. Of everyone present, Roland was the only one who could do that.

"Got it," Askari answered loudly.

At that moment, Goku, Son Gohan, Krillin, and the others also sprang into tense action. Inside the cube, Sephiria, Melutis, and the others did not sit idle either. They all cooperated, spreading out and using their unmatched pressure to pin down the entire planet.

"Hmph, it's useless," Cell Jr. said with a cold laugh.

The look he gave Askari and the others was like he was watching dying ants make their final struggle, and a surge of satisfaction rose in his heart.

So what if they were powerful? Once they lost the planet they depended on to survive, wouldn't they still die all the same? I'm different. With the cells of the Frieza Race, I am perfect. Even in a vacuum, I can keep living.

"Hahaha, all of you can die!" Cell Jr. cut loose and launched his final attack.

Just then, a blurred ripple suddenly surfaced in space, like a faint microwave passing through. Roland's figure flashed across several thousand meters in an instant, teleporting in front of Cell.

Then he walked toward him step by step.

"I'll take it from here," Roland said indifferently.

"Who are you?" Cell Jr.'s heart tightened, and his throat bobbed.

Roland pointed toward Askari in the distance, who was busy using her power to stabilize the planet, and said with a hint of pride, "That child who was dragging you around and beating you earlier—mm, she's my daughter."

Hearing