"With me here, you've got nothing to worry about. Come on up!" Mr. Satan said confidently. The host held a microphone up to him. "Mr. Satan, how are you feeling right now?"
"I feel sorry for Cell, whose plans have been thrown into disarray! He probably never imagined that a powerhouse like me existed in this world. That's why he's been running his mouth! It's too late for regrets now."
"Listen, Cell. I saw right through you from the start. Destroying Central City, wiping out the army—you used bombs for all of it, didn't you? Those tricks won't work on me!" "He's pretending he can't hear us, huh?"
"We exposed all his secrets. Now he must be terrified!" "Make a face at him! Show him what you think!" "I'll join in—take this, you jerk!" Mr. Satan and the host were getting bolder by the minute!
Master Roshi watched the scene on TV. "Those two must have stopped caring whether they live or die!" Just then, the host seemed to spot something and looked up at the sky. Everyone followed his gaze as a shooting star came hurtling toward them.
"Vegeta, have you forgotten how much it hurt last time? I hope you've gotten stronger." Cell was beginning to find this interesting. The host was still confused. "Huh? Um, a strange man just appeared. It looks like he flew here."
Mr. Satan told the reporter, "It's just a trick! Pay no attention!" "Could he be planning to take part in the Cell Games, too? Let's interview him. Who are you? If you're here to watch, it's dangerous to stand so close."
Vegeta couldn't stand these people. "Get lost. Don't talk to me!" His menacing presence sent the reporter scurrying away. "What a short-tempered guy! And what a strange hairstyle!"
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