Cell stood on the arena.
He sized up the teenage boy in the black jacket before him, a scornful smile hanging on his lips.
"Kid, aren't you going to transform into a Super Saiyan like Son Goku?"
Son Gohan merely shook his head.
"No need. This is enough."
After his grueling battle with Broly that had lasted more than ten days, the ever-growing-stronger trait absorbed by the Dimensional Seed, and Mr. Popo's methods for controlling ki—
Even in his normal state, he had far surpassed Full-Power Super Saiyan.
All that accumulated base strength lay within his body. There was no need to unleash Super Saiyan; simply standing there was enough to make Cell uneasy.
Of course, Cell clearly didn't believe him.
He gave a cold snort as golden ki erupted around him. His entire body became a streak of dark-gold light as he charged straight ahead.
His right fist, carrying all his strength, smashed toward Son Gohan's face, moving so fast that it tore the air apart.
In the distance, Piccolo instinctively shouted, "Gohan, watch out!"
The fist was already nearly at Son Gohan's face.
He merely raised one hand and effortlessly caught Cell's fist in his palm.
A muffled boom exploded as a shockwave surged outward from the point of contact, ripping several stone tiles off the arena.
Yet Son Gohan remained where he stood, completely unmoved.
"That's it? You little punk, you're no good either."
He raised his other fist and drove it viciously into Cell's abdomen.
The force pierced through his shell and muscles, and a shockwave burst from Cell's back.
Cell's mouth fell open as blood spewed from his throat. He flew backward like a cannonball, smashing through a stone pillar at the edge of the arena before crashing through a distant mountainside.
Rubble came tumbling