Android Yamcha

"Hahaha, you arrogant brat. You actually claimed to be 17!"

When he heard Yamcha say he was Android 17, Primitive Cell gave a cold laugh. His snake-like vertical pupils fixed on Yamcha, his gaze brimming with malice.

"Don't think I don't know who you are! Your name is Yamcha, one of Goku's companions. You're no 17. Hurry up and make 17 and 18 come out. I don't have time to play hide-and-seek with you."

"I really am 17!"

Yamcha shook his head. Why did nobody believe you when you told the truth these days? And who was Goku? He had never known anyone like that. This insect-like man in front of him was truly strange, constantly spouting baffling nonsense.

"You don't look like a good person either. Better deal with you quickly. I still have to go find Bulma for a date!"

"You think you can fight me?"

Primitive Cell narrowed his eyes at those words, as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world. His expression chilled, and he said coldly, "Since when did the warriors on Earth become so arrogant? Yamcha, you were nothing but a defeated loser under 17 and the others. Don't be so full of yourself... Forget it. If you want to die, I'll grant your wish."

"You're as stupid as Trunks. To be honest, to deal with trash like you, one finger is more than enough."

"Oh, is that so?"

Watching the other man talk to himself, the corner of Yamcha's mouth lifted, and his smiling face cooled.

Primitive Cell looked at Yamcha indifferently, then suddenly snorted. The air around him abruptly rustled, and a terrifying, world-shaking aura spread out from Cell's body. That cold, evil presence made the earth begin to tremble.

Yamcha was startled at the sight. This arrogant guy