In an instant, Cell flattened the ground in the area. Then he looked toward the nearby mountain, lifted it straight off the ground, and waved his hands over it.
A gigantic block of rock appeared before them. "The stone here is better than I expected!" he said, splitting the block into huge slabs and laying them across the area he had just cleared.
Just like that, the World Martial Arts Tournament arena was ready. "All right. It still needs some decorations, but we can deal with that later. Let's head to the TV station first!" Bulma's father was still repairing Android 16.
"Your construction is completely different from that of androids based on humans!" "I was created from scratch as a purely mechanical being." "In that case, there's nothing I can learn from you!"
Bulma's father threw No. 17's design papers onto the floor and opened Android 16's machine. Android 16 couldn't understand what he was doing, either. "What's wrong? Can't you fix him?"
"It's fine, don't worry. Bulma should be able to do something when she gets back. After all, she understands you androids better!" Just then, Android 16 turned his gaze to the kitten perched on Bulma's father's shoulder.
He picked up the kitten and held it in his hands. It wasn't afraid of him at all, and scampered all over his body. The two of them even got along remarkably well, which surprised Bulma's father.
Everyone was talking about the World Martial Arts Tournament. Bulma's mother had made plenty of cake and drinks for a little tea party. "This is really good! This cake is amazing!" "Isn't it? There's plenty more, so please have some!"
Oolong was sneaky enough to stick his hand straight into the cake that had just been brought over. "This one's mine!" Master