Am I Cell?

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"Doctor, I'd like the full anesthesia package, please."

"Full anesthesia? Sir, you know this is just a simple procedure to remove some excess skin."

"S↘o↗? Is that not allowed?"

"It's allowed, but it'll cost extra!"

"..."

After paying, the doctor took out a long, slender syringe and stuck it into Mo Yuan's gluteal muscle.

Then Mo Yuan peacefully closed his eyes.

The Dragon Ball world.

In the mountains near North City on Earth.

A secret laboratory was hidden inside a hollowed-out mountain. Deep beneath the lab lay an even more concealed room.

The computers were running at full speed.

Inside a cultivation tank filled with nutrient solution, cells collected from Earth's martial arts masters, Saiyans, and Namekians had fused together, becoming an insect-like embryo.

A white-haired old man in a brown jacket, his hairline receding to the back of his head, stared at the embryo in the tank with a look of frustration. (At this point, Dr. Gero hadn't yet turned himself into an Android.)

"It's taking too long. I can't wait that long."

According to the computer's calculations, it would take at least twenty or thirty years for the genes in these cells to fully fuse and reach maturity.

These cells came from the strongest members of various races in the universe, after all.

Even Dr. Gero's brilliant mind couldn't speed up the fusion process any further.

And Dr. Gero knew his own physical condition very well. He was in decent health, but there was no way he'd live long enough to see it through.

Unless...

Dr. Gero shook his head. Even if he did that, he still didn't want to wait so long.

He'd long since had enough of living in a world where Son Goku was still alive.

He couldn't stand seeing Son Goku and his gang running around Earth for another second.

Son Goku had ruined his life's work. He deserved to go to hell as soon as possible.

Dr. Gero took one last look at the embryo, then turned off the lights and prepared to leave.

He'd decided to abandon this project—but not entirely. He hadn't shut down the computer, and he'd left it running so it could continue its research.

He simply wouldn't be devoting any more of his own attention to it.

Besides, the modifications to the twin siblings from a few years ago were nearly complete.

It was the closest he'd ever come to success in all his years of human experimentation.

What's more, in this experiment, Dr. Gero had focused all their capabilities on a permanent energy reactor and enhanced strength.

They would be far more powerful than the previous Androids.

If it worked, Dr. Gero was confident he could completely eliminate Son Goku, even without this ultimate Android.

At the thought, Dr. Gero's expression improved. He closed the door and ambled away.

But Dr. Gero failed to notice that, the instant he shut the door, a glimmer of light flashed inside the cultivation tank and then merged into the embryo.

As soon as the light entered the embryo, the various cells inside it seemed to lose all barriers between them and fused together in an instant.

The embryo also began to grow rapidly.

Even its original insect-like shape gradually changed as it grew.

Yet no one knew what had happened. Dr. Gero never set foot in the room again.

Time flew by.

Five years passed in the blink of an eye.

The secret underground laboratory hadn't changed much in those five years.

The computers were still running, and most things remained as they were.

The only thing that had changed was the embryo inside the cultivation tank.

After five years, the embryo no longer resembled an insect.

In its place was an adorable little boy who looked about four or five years old.

He had soft, short, pale-purple hair, and a small forked horn shaped like a "Y" on each side of his head.

A thick tail had also grown from his tailbone.

It wasn't a monkey-like Saiyan tail, nor was it shaped like Frieza's dinosaur-like tail.

Instead, it was covered in pale-purple scales the same color as his hair, and its tip bore a flame-shaped fin.

Aside from that, he looked no different from an ordinary human.

The little boy was completely naked, curled up inside the cultivation tank.

Huh? Why am I in water?

Wasn't I having surgery at the hospital? They even gave me the full anesthesia package.

Mo Yuan couldn't control his body. His eyelids felt as if they'd been welded shut, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open them.

It felt just like sleep paralysis: his mind was perfectly clear, but he had no control over his body.

Though he couldn't open his eyes, he could feel that his whole body was surrounded by water.

Strangely, he wasn't drowning, even though he wasn't wearing an oxygen mask!

Were hospitals really this advanced now?

But my surgery didn't need anything this high-tech, did it?

Just as Mo Yuan was grumbling to himself,

a massive flood of memories poured straight into his mind, like a surprise visit from Aunt Flo—out of nowhere, without giving him even a moment to prepare.

"Son Goku, Vegeta, Frieza, King Cold, Piccolo, Krillin, Tien Shinhan..." (Over the past five years, the computer had also collected cells from Frieza and his father, King Cold.)

The memories contained not only information about these people, but also all their martial arts techniques and his own methods of evolution.

And there was one command: kill Son Goku!

"Did I get transported to the Dragon Ball world? And turn into Cell, that big bug?"

Based on the memories that had appeared out of nowhere, the only character he could match himself to was Cell from Dragon Ball.

He'd loved the Dragon Ball anime ever since he was little.

He'd often fired off a Kamehameha at the air or raised both hands over his head to gather a Spirit Bomb.

But...

What the hell? I only liked watching it. Why'd you send me here to watch it live?

I've still got a hundred acres of land and twenty houses waiting for me to collect rent on. More importantly, I haven't deleted my browsing history from my computer or phone...

So please, give this precious opportunity to someone else!

Besides, other people got transported after saving someone and getting hit by a car, or after coming down with a terminal illness.

All I did was get a circumcision— (crossed out) have some excess skin removed. How could that get me transported, too?

Have the conditions for getting transported really gotten this ridiculous?

Mo Yuan gritted his teeth inwardly.

After all, this was the Dragon Ball world, a place with an off-the-charts danger level.

Compared to Dragon Ball, even the worlds next door with Legendary Eyes and Playbitch seemed like child's play.

And on top of that, he'd become a villainous bug?

Wasn't that practically a guarantee he'd end up dead?

Wait!

A sudden inspiration struck Mo Yuan.

He'd read plenty of stories about getting transported to another world.

Most people who got transported had one indispensable partner: a system.

And wasn't every transported person with a system destined to become a CEO, marry a beautiful heiress, and reach the peak of life?

His demands weren't high. Just give him ten pulls at the start, an SSR, and the power of a God of Destruction!

That wasn't too much to ask, was it?

Since he couldn't control his body enough to speak, Mo Yuan began calling out inwardly, with a (manually crossed out) reverent tone.

"System!"

"System!?"

"..."

"My dear system~~~ How am I supposed to live without you!!!"