But no one expected that to be just an afterimage of Son Goku's. The real Son Goku had already flown into the air. Cell flew up after him, and Son Goku kicked at him—only to discover that this, too, was an afterimage of Cell's.
Cell launched a fierce assault on Son Goku. Son Goku's reflexes had improved considerably, and his speed was several times greater than before. At his current speed, Cell couldn't touch him at all.
By now, Trunks had handed the Senzu Beans to Son Goten and Piccolo. After eating them, they immediately recovered. Meanwhile, the battle between Cell and Son Goku grew increasingly fierce.
The two fought evenly matched, each attacking the other with all his might. Cell was clearly struggling. He kicked at Son Goku, but Son Goku blocked the blow with one arm!
Vegeta watched in astonishment. "Cell's attacks are all being countered!" Piccolo smiled at the situation. "Chen, I finally understand why you wanted to fight first! You wanted Goku to figure out Cell's moves, didn't you?"
After hearing Piccolo say that, Trunks thought it seemed right, too. Cell's attacks were practically useless against Son Goku now, and Cell couldn't keep up with his speed!
Cell and Son Goku's battle had reached the ordinary people. They trembled all over in fear. "It's Cell! Viewers across the country, the camera's broken, but can you still hear me? Cell and that young man are fighting to the death right in front of me."
Even Bisha, lying on the ground, was impressed by the host's dedication. "What a professional! He doesn't even have a microphone!" "But I can't move anymore. What a brave announcer I am."
"Um... the microphone?" Only then did the host notice that there was no microphone in his hand. "What happened? Where's my