They watched One-Armed Son Gohan leave.
Everyone silently turned to look at the Son Gohan standing beside them.
They all knew in their hearts that the man beside them was their true family, and they understood just how much he had given over the years.
Son Gohan felt a little uncomfortable under their stares.
He laughed. "Why are you all looking at me like that? Am I especially handsome today?"
"..."
"Dad, you're so shameless."
"Hahaha!"
"Come on, don't get all sentimental~"
A little while later.
Trunks contacted Son Gohan.
It was also about the Cell Games.
Son Gohan told him about his agreement with One-Armed Gohan.
So they agreed to head to the Cell Games venue together the next morning and see just how arrogant Cell was.
Early the next morning.
Cell still stood on the arena like a statue, as though he had never moved.
A few reporters lurked nearby, filming his every move and broadcasting live around the clock. They were certainly dedicated to their jobs.
Cell had actually noticed them long ago.
But as he was now, he no longer felt like bothering with ordinary people.
In Cell's eyes, these ordinary people were no different from ants.
As long as they didn't come up and bite him, he couldn't be bothered to walk over and kill them.
Suddenly, two black dots appeared on the horizon, drawing closer and closer.
Who was coming?
Cell raised his head and looked over curiously.
The black dots rapidly grew larger, then descended from the sky and landed firmly at the other end of the arena.
Two people.
One of them was Piccolo.
Cell was absolutely certain of that.
Then who was the other one?
Looking at One-Armed Son Gohan, Cell frowned and frantically searched the information in his database.
Comparing