The Supreme Kai's Fear

The Sacred World of the Kai floated in the void beyond Universe 7.

The pale purple sky carried a sense of mystery, and endless green grass covered the ground, dotted with low trees and mountain rocks. The scenery was beautiful and poetic.

A youth-like figure was closing his eyes in thought. His white mohawk stood tall, his skin was purple, and his ears were long and pointed.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide, his muscles tensed as if an emergency response had been triggered, and his voice trembled slightly: "Such a powerful, evil aura..."

"Supreme Kai!"

A tall man with red skin, a square, rugged face, and a sturdy build flew over from the distance.

He looked anxious, his expression filled with incredible shock: "It... it is unbelievable. Why would an aura from the lower realms reach this sacred place?"

"Kibito, we are in big trouble. I..."

The Supreme Kai's face was as white as paper, his lips drained of color, and his body shook uncontrollably.

"Supreme Kai, could it be Majin Buu, the one you once spoke of!?" Kibito's mouth hung open. Because of his fear, his eyelids fluttered and blinked incessantly.

To make the high and mighty Supreme Kai this afraid, it had to be the legendary Majin Buu, who had once plunged the entire universe into panic and destroyed hundreds of planets.

"It is not Majin Buu, but the strength of this evil aura is not the least bit weaker than his!"

This was precisely what terrified the Supreme Kai. He felt as if he were seeing the Grand Kai and the three Supreme Kais of the West, South, and North lying dead once again.

This aura was too astonishing; no one in the universe could deal with him. Was the catastrophe from five million years ago about to repeat itself?

"This aura is... coming from Earth! How could it be that place?" The Supreme Kai's hair stood on end, and cold sweat broke out instantly.

Bibidi had originally buried the magic egg that sealed Majin Buu on Earth.

After he cast the sealing magic, his strength had greatly diminished, and the Supreme Kai had taken that opportunity to kill Bibidi once and for all.

The Supreme Kai had never moved that magic egg since, fearing that he might accidentally release Majin Buu.

"If this terrifying guy destroys Earth, then Majin Buu might be released..."

At the thought of this, the Supreme Kai shuddered, his pupils shrinking to tiny points.

A single Majin Buu was already a world-ending disaster. If you added another evil powerhouse of the same level, would there be any place left in the universe that could be spared?

"Supreme Kai, what should we do?" Kibito was so frightened he lost his composure, standing rooted to the spot for a long time.

"Go... go to Earth!"

The Supreme Kai said this almost in tears. As the supreme deity of Universe 7, he had an inescapable duty.

In the afterlife, Son Gohan, Son Goku, and Vegeta had long since mastered the Fusion Dance.

Over the past two days, they had discovered that there were many powerful fighters in the Other World, all looking for opponents to spar with.

"Future Cell has finally made his move." Son Gohan stopped his attack and frowned.

"That bastard, what kind of terrible thing has he done!" Vegeta's eyes blazed with rage. He was deeply unwilling—did he really have to fuse with Kakarot?

"It's even worse than I imagined." Son Goku looked grave.

"Dad, Uncle Vegeta, we have to go back."

Son Gohan had the two of them grab his shoulders. With only Piccolo and the others left on Earth, they would not be able to stop Future Cell.

"Pikkon, see you next time!" The three of them bid farewell to an Other World powerhouse.

Pikkon, wearing his white turban, watched their fading silhouettes and muttered to himself, "I really want to go to Earth and meet this Cell you all keep talking about."

In front of the Lookout, the Z Fighters gathered. Son Gohan used Instant Transmission to bring everyone there.

A tense atmosphere quietly permeated the air. The Cell they had been desperately searching for had revealed his location, yet everyone remained silent.

Just as everyone was at a loss, with a whoosh, Future Cell appeared on the Lookout.

"Hahahaha, I heard you've been looking for me for the past two days. You're not done yet, are you?"

Seeing the miserable expressions on their faces, Future Cell was in a great mood: "It seems you really want to have a go at me. Come on, I'll stand still and let you hit me."

Krillin, Yamcha, and the others clenched their fists, wanting to rush forward, but found they couldn't move their feet.

Future Cell stood right in front of them, his terrifying aura flowing out naturally, pressing down on everyone until they could barely breathe.

"Attack! I'll count to three. One... two... three!"

Future Cell mocked them with a sarcastic tone: "I gave you a chance, but you're just useless!"

Son Gohan nearly popped his eyes out, asking excitedly: "Cell, where did you learn that line? Don't tell me you're a transmigrator too?"

"How did you know I'm Future Cell? That's right, I am a transmigrator." Future Cell was somewhat surprised; this kid was indeed clever.

"We aren't talking about the same kind of transmigration." Son Gohan rubbed his forehead, speechless.

"All the androids, including the current Cell, have been absorbed by you, right?"

Son Gohan was absolutely certain, because the aura on Future Cell was already comparable to a Super Saiyan 3.

"Correct. You don't have to distinguish between the current one and the future one anymore, because I am the only Cell left."

There was no longer any need to hide this. Future Cell had played along with Dr. Gero just for this moment.

"He killed all his own companions?" Chiaotzu exclaimed.

"You animal! How could you lay a hand on someone as perfect as Android 18!" Krillin gritted his teeth, speaking in agony.

Cell didn't care about their judgment, joking, "I will fulfill Dr. Gero's dying wish. One day from now, I'll be waiting for you in the northwest to challenge me."

"After I set up the ring and finish killing all of you, I'll go and wipe out the rest of humanity. I call this the Cell Games."

Son Gohan looked at the arrogant Cell. He felt that although history had changed, some things in a person's bones would never change, such as this arrogance.

"No need to wait a day. Let's go play your Cell Games right now."

Was he competing to see who was better prepared?

Son Gohan's eyes were determined; he had also been transmigrated for four years now.

"Want to rush to your deaths early? I'll grant your wish." Cell shook his head. He had always thought this kid was sharp, but in the end, he had misjudged him.

Son Gohan stopped talking and took the lead, speeding toward the northwest.

Cell followed behind him, taking to the air. Looking down at the remaining people, he said contemptuously:

"My word still stands. You can come and die a day from now."

"Bastard! That damn bastard! How dare he look down on me!" Vegeta was furious, flying after Cell immediately.

"Let's go. How can we let Gohan fight alone? I also want to see just how strong this Cell really is."

Piccolo spoke calmly; a Super Namekian was always confident.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

No one hesitated. The Z Fighters, all holding the resolve to die, flew toward the venue of the Cell Games.