43. Resurrection Was Completely Pointless

Frieza glared fixedly at Trunks, the hatred in his eyes not something that could be erased so easily. This was the guy who'd sent him off to get cozy with King Yemma.

Trunks looked bewildered. Damn it, I don't even know you. Why are you looking at me like that? Is this guy into men and kids or something...? Holy crap, I'm overthinking this.

Trunks's little face kept changing, twisting into all sorts of expressions. Nobody knew what he was thinking.

"Let me guess, you're that idiot emperor Frieza who got himself killed on Namek, was beaten to a pulp by my dad, came to Earth for revenge, and then got taken out by Trunks!"

Frieza's brow twitched violently. What the hell was this brat saying? Hadn't anyone taught him not to bring up people's sore spots? Damn it. Frieza glared at him.

"Then you're that Cell who got my big brother mad and was beaten until not even a scrap of you was left, right?" Son Goten said, in the same tone someone might use to comment on the weather. Cell's face twisted.

"Damn it, who are you? I never saw you seven years ago!" Cell glared at Son Goten.

"Me?" Son Goten's lips curled into a cocky smile. "My name is Son Goten. I was my late father Son Goku's posthumous son, and Son Gohan's younger brother. You were already dead at my big brother's hands before I was even born."

Posthumous son? My ass! Even if my math teacher had died young, I could still figure this out. You're only seven and nearly taller than your dad! What the hell do you mean, posthumous?!

Cell instantly exploded, the primal force within him about to burst free. He roared, "Are you messing with me? A seven-year-old kid who's six feet tall? Even Saiyans don't grow that fast! Could you at least come up with a more believable lie, for fuck's sake?"

Everyone stared at Cell, dumbfounded as he sprayed spit everywhere. Son Gohan was even more confused. Holy crap, you really are Cell? No way. You've got to be an impostor.

Son Gohan dumbly walked toward Cell. Under everyone's puzzled gazes, he did something that left them all gaping.

"Hey, Son Gohan, what are you doing... Holy crap, stop grabbing me! Damn it, let go!"

Son Gohan grabbed Cell's face with both hands and stretched it, scaring Supreme Kai half to death. Holy crap, that's a major powerhouse!

"So he really is real." The lifelike feel of Cell's face made Son Gohan pause. "But that doesn't make sense. Cell wasn't supposed to be such a goofball!"

As soon as Son Gohan let go, Cell leaped away from him. He covered his swollen face like some blushing maiden and gave Son Gohan a resentful little look, afraid he'd get hooked on grabbing it.

"Pfft—"

Everyone clamped their mouths shut, trying not to laugh. Even Frieza pressed his lips together, looking like he was about to lose it.

"Ahem."

Cell's face reddened as he coughed awkwardly.

Son Goten chuckled and clenched his fist. "No problem. I'm getting a little tired of beating up Buu, so I can beat you guys up first!"

"Hm?" Frieza froze, then covered his mouth with a chuckle. "Ho ho, kids these days are so cocky. Let me tell you, back then—"

"Bam."

"Don't interrupt when Dad's showing off, got it?" Son Goten said disdainfully, looking down at Frieza, whom he'd slapped into the dirt. That slap had felt pretty good.

"!"

"!"

Cell watched Son Goten with a grave expression. He hadn't even noticed Son Goten move just now. Frieza, meanwhile, looked utterly baffled. What the hell? Why am I eating dirt?

Son Gohan and Trunks stared strangely at Son Goten. Their little brother and friend seemed to have changed quite a bit.

"Damn it, I'm Frie—"

"Boom."

Frieza scrambled to his feet, furious and ready to fight Son Goten. Son Goten merely glanced at him, expressionless, and kicked him into a rock wall.

"You're next!" Son Goten smiled at Cell, but to Cell, it looked like the smile of a devil. He used the Flight Technique and tried to flee into the distance.

"Heh."

Son Goten didn't chase after him. He watched Cell flee in panic, then calmly raised a hand and aimed at Cell's back. With a bang, a yellow energy blast erupted from his palm and shot toward Cell like a cannonball.

"Aaaaah!"

Cell watched in despair as the energy blast closed in. It mercilessly swallowed him, and his earth-shattering screams rang out without end, like the tolling of a great bell.

"See? That's what happens when you show off in front of your big brother," Son Goten lectured Frieza.

Frieza had countless curses ready to fling at Son Goten's face. What the hell? Cell didn't even say anything! How was he showing off? You killed him for nothing—don't you feel bad?

"So next time you're revived, don't show off in front of your big brother, got it?" Son Goten said meaningfully, openly releasing his killing intent. Frieza was scared half to death.

He placed one hand on Frieza's chest, then waved cheerfully with the other, as if saying goodbye to an old friend. "Bye-bye!"

"Boom."

The energy blast erupted, swallowing Frieza's body. When it was over, not a single person remained.