Vegeta glanced at Piccolo, who was sitting outside. Piccolo turned his head slightly, sensing Vegeta's energy. Everyone had different thoughts as time slowly passed.
Cell grew bored waiting on the ring. "This is so dull. Ten days is way too long!" Meanwhile, Bulma was hard at work repairing Android 16. "Great, it's fixed!"
Android 16 opened his eyes again and sat up. Bulma really was an incredible mechanic; you couldn't even tell he'd been damaged. Mr. Popo was worried, too. "There are only a few days left until the Cell Games. I wonder if Chen has found all the Dragon Balls yet."
At that moment, Chen had already gathered all seven Dragon Balls. In the eyes of ordinary people, Hercule's reputation was growing by the day. Everyone cheered for him, and to them, this martial arts champion was a hero to the world.
He had even organized a strongman competition at a crowded public venue. Hercule stood in the middle and shouted to the audience, "Damn you, Cell! I'll make you regret this. Your fate will be just like this bus!"
The ten days flew by, and the fateful day arrived for Earth. Everyone was ready, and they had all gathered at the Heavenly Realm. Chen arrived and looked around, but Vegeta was nowhere to be seen.
Piccolo told Son Goten, "Vegeta left ahead of us!" "Really? Vegeta's raring to go! Looks like he's gotten stronger again!" Son Goten looked at the group, who all seemed out of sorts. "What's wrong, everyone? Why so quiet? Are you all too nervous?"
Krillin told him, "Chen, there's something bad. Last time, we made it so the Dragon Balls could revive lots of people at once! But people like Goku and me, who've already died once, can't be brought back." Dende felt guilty,