Super Namekian

A thoughtful look flickered in his eyes. It was not as if he had never considered wishing for immortality, but Dende's stubborn yet upright nature meant he would never allow such greed. Tang Yangbing knew full well that forcing this Namekian would be no easy task, let alone because he was not an ungrateful man. The Namekians had extended a helping hand when he had been at his most desperate, and that debt of gratitude was branded into his heart. He would never do anything to harm them. However, just as Tang Yangbing and his group set out on their journey to Namek, chaos quietly erupted in the depths of Hell.

Dark flames churned through Hell's lava, and the wails of the dead rose and fell, as if the entire world were trembling. Demons fled in every direction, all order utterly shattered. And the source of it all seemed closely tied to Tang Yangbing's actions... Although Lu had been defeated, his remnant soul had not dispersed in Hell's abyss. Instead, nourished by endless resentment and dark energy, it underwent an astonishing transformation.

Amid the piercing sounds of bones cracking and muscles tearing, his body twisted and warped within the dim hellfire, eventually transforming into Lightning Cell—his entire body wreathed in crackling blue arcs, his eyes blood-red, radiating a suffocating pressure. He rampaged across Hell's scorched earth, and wherever he passed, lava erupted, ghostly winds howled, and the dead wailed without end. Deep within Hell, Cell began a mad feast of devouring.

He first set his sights on Frieza's soul. The Ice Demon's remnant soul was torn apart amid screams and sucked into Cell's body. Then Kuriza and King Cold failed to escape as well, their souls snuffed out like fragile candle flames before Cell's violent power. With every powerful soul he devoured, Cell's muscles swelled further, the lightning around him grew more blazing, and his battle power soared exponentially! Hell's rulers were enraged and sent out Pikkon, hailed as the strongest warrior of the underworld. Clad in white bone armor and wielding a long energy staff, this warrior had once struck terror into countless evildoers.

He stepped onto the Purgatory Plains where Cell stood. His staff whistled through the air as energy erupted, and he launched into a world-shaking duel with Cell. Yet Cell's strength had already reached an unfathomable level, and Pikkon's fierce assault was little more than a child's play in his eyes. With a savage grin, Cell raised a hand, and an energy vortex that warped space instantly swallowed Pikkon. Before he could even scream, the underworld's strongest warrior became fuel for Cell's power. Having gained unprecedented strength, Cell threw back his head and unleashed a roar that shattered the void. His fists slammed into Hell's barrier, forcibly tearing open a rift connecting it to the mortal world! Carrying Hell's flames and the stench of death, he returned to the vibrant Earth.

Just as Trunks and the others were searching for the Cell of this timeline, Lightning Cell moved with ghostly speed and got there first, finding and devouring the not-yet-fully-grown Cell. The fusion of two powers from the same origin triggered a change in heaven and earth. Dark clouds blotted out the sun, thunder roared across the skies, and Super Cell was born! His body was even more massive, the wings on his back gleamed with a metallic luster, and the energy field surrounding him caused mountains within a hundred miles to collapse. Vegeta, Son Gohan, and the other Z Fighters rushed over after hearing the news and launched one desperate attack after another against this terrifying being.

Vegeta's Final Flash was crushed in Cell's hand, Son Gohan's Demon Flash vanished without a trace, and Piccolo's Special Beam Cannon was obliterated by the energy field before it could even get close. Like a cat toying with mice, Super Cell grievously wounded the Z Fighters one by one. The sounds of breaking bones rang out endlessly, and blood dyed the shattered earth red. Yet Super Cell did not strike the killing blow. A trace of apprehension flashed through his scarlet eyes—mysterious and unfathomable Tang Yangbing remained an inescapable shadow in his heart. Thus, a cruel game began to take shape in his mind. "Listen up, insects!"

Cell's voice boomed across the entire globe like ten thousand thunderclaps. "I will hold a new World Martial Arts Tournament! Any living being may come challenge me—" He deliberately paused, savoring the despair on humanity's faces. "But if no one can defeat me, then I will personally turn this planet into cosmic dust!"

Beneath the dome of Kami's Lookout, a sea of clouds churned as golden sunlight filtered through the thin cloud cover and spilled onto the flagstone floor. Son Goku sat cross-legged in the center of the lookout, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead as his chest heaved violently. He had just swallowed the special medicine, and a cool medicinal force slid down his throat and into his body, washing over his damaged heart like a gentle stream.

As the medicine took effect, the pallor gradually faded from his face, and his previously ragged breathing became steady and strong. "Whew..." Son Goku let out a long breath and opened his eyes. A golden aura flickered around him. He could clearly feel that the power coursing through his body was several times greater than before, every cell cheering with excitement. But when he recalled Super Cell easily defeating Vegeta, his brow involuntarily furrowed. Those eyes gleaming with danger and that suffocating sense of oppression reminded him that he was still nowhere near a match for him. "We have to go to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber."

Son Goku rose to his feet, his gaze sweeping across everyone present. Piccolo stood with his arms folded, leaning against a pillar of the lookout, his green skin glinting like metal beneath the sunlight. Vegeta leaned against a railing nearby, his face full of unwillingness. Krillin, Tien Shinhan, and the others sat gathered together, their expressions grave. At that moment, Kami slowly approached, leaning on his divine staff, his silver-white beard drifting gently in the breeze. His eyes fixed on Piccolo, and though his steps were somewhat unsteady, they were exceptionally firm. "Piccolo! I need to speak with you!" Kami's voice echoed through the empty lookout, carrying an unprecedented solemnity.

Piccolo snorted, a trace of vigilance flashing through his green eyes. "What is it, old man? Go on." He straightened slightly, his muscles tensing unconsciously as if ready to deal with any sudden situation. Kami took a deep breath, his withered fingers gripping his staff tightly. He looked toward the distance, as though his gaze had pierced the clouds and seen Earth's future. "Piccolo, our future enemies are growing stronger and stronger, while my own abilities are steadily weakening." His voice held a hint of desolation, yet it was resolute. "Let us fuse. From now on, I leave Earth in your hands." "Fuse? Me, protect Earth?"

Piccolo's eyes flew wide open, and his expression instantly froze. He could hardly believe his ears—this old man, who had always regarded him as a threat, was actually making such a proposal? Piccolo instinctively took half a step back as alarm bells rang in his head. What kind of joke was this? He was the Demon King who intended to rule Earth. Since when had he become its protector? Piccolo's expression shifted from shock to suspicion, then from suspicion to wariness. He narrowed his eyes and carefully studied every wrinkle on Kami's face, trying to uncover the hidden scheme. This old man had always rejected him, so his sudden offer to fuse had to have an ulterior motive.

Countless possibilities flashed through Piccolo's mind in an instant, every one leading to the same conclusion—this was definitely a trap! "Hmph!" Piccolo forced out a cold laugh through clenched teeth as green energy began swirling around him. "You're planning to take over my consciousness, aren't you?" His voice suddenly rose, carrying barely suppressed fury. Though reason told him that after fusing, he would become a true Super Namekian, with his strength and talent increasing exponentially.