After a fierce internal struggle,
Cooler decided to stay and enjoy the show first.
Fu clutched Son Gohan's right arm with both hands, struggling frantically.
"Y-you, let me go."
"That doesn't count! That move doesn't count!"
With his throat gripped tight, his words were slurred, but still barely understandable.
Son Gohan said, "Can't you just submit quietly like Cell?"
Hearing Son Gohan say his name, Red Cell trembled slightly.
Fu kicked his legs, his face turning blue.
He forced out the words, "I-I haven't shown you my real abilities yet. You caught me off guard just now. It doesn't count."
"Really?" Son Gohan said, glancing at Red Cell, whom he held with his left arm.
He told Red Cell, "Then don't run off just yet. I'll play with Fu first."
Red Cell froze.
He understood every word Son Gohan had said, but put together, they made absolutely no sense to him.
Don't run? Why the hell should I listen?
Besides, he's got me by the throat. I couldn't run even if I wanted to.
But after saying that, Son Gohan released his left hand.
Free again, Red Cell was both shocked and delighted.
"Y-you really let me go?"
He had never expected Son Gohan to actually release him.
Was this terrifying guy plotting something?
Hah, screw you.
Only an idiot wouldn't run.
Red Cell took off running.
But a moment later,
the delight on his face turned back into terror.
Because he discovered
that his world-destroying power was gone.
He couldn't even manage simple flight now.
Running really meant running.
The kind you did on two legs.
How the hell was he supposed to fight like this?
How had this happened?
Putting everything together, there was only one possible explanation.
Son Gohan had sealed his power!!!
Once he realized that,