"Y-You… monster!"
Little Cell's eyes widened with furious, helpless rage. The words were practically ripped from his clenched teeth.
His heart pounded with a burning mix of anger and dread. The situation above them was rapidly spiraling toward total disaster. If it continued this way, everyone would soon face certain death.
Little Cell was consud by anxiety and a desperate need to contribute and turn the tide. But the brutal truth stood before him: in his current form, he was utterly useless.
The only power he could think of that might change things was the overwhelming might of his Ultimate form, which he had achieved months ago.
Back then, a single strike from him had sent the terrifying Super Broly plumting into a bottomless dinsion.
However, to reclaim that power, he had to overco an excruciatingly difficult requirent. He had to physically disassemble and undergo the brutal, painful rge process again.
The only two thods that allowed for his separation were:
-Using the Dragon Balls.
-Using Speerto's Forced Separation Technique.
Unfortunately, the Dragon Balls were currently inert, recovering from their last use. Speerto's technique was also out of the question because his older self, Big Trunks, wasn't there.
The bitter realization weighed heavily on Little Cell. A paralyzing sense of despair began to creep in.
He lifted his head to the sky and watched the exhausted warriors. Each of them was operating on fus, hanging on by sheer will alone.
"I can't just stand here," He thought. He forced himself to think. "I have to do sothing".
Just then, his gaze fell upon Majin Buu, who was standing nearby.
Buu had effortlessly healed Goku and Vegeta earlier.
If Majin Buu could continuously heal the fighters in the sky... Wouldn't they be able to fight at maximum strength indefinitely?
The thought ignited a frantic spark of hope. Little Cell imdiately moved toward the pink entity.
"Co with , Buu," Little Cell commanded, his voice tight.
Piccolo, who was nearby, instantly understood Little Cell's intentions.
But the Nakian had no confidence. Could Majin Buu's healing keep up with the speed at which Goku and the others were sustaining damage?
It was a terrifying gamble. But it was their only remaining option.
Piccolo stepped aside, clearing the path.
Cell grabbed Buu and flew toward the inferno of the upper atmosphere.
Their ascent was wobbly and strained, the higher they went, the greater the resistance. Watching their struggle, Piccolo and Pan felt a painful clenching in their chests.
"Oh dear," Whis murmured with a troubled sigh. "It's so safe down here, yet they insist on flying into danger. Though, I truly do hope these two succeed."
He lowered his head, staring at the ground. "After all, I really don't want Lord Beerus to destroy Earth. The food here is simply too marvelous." Whis's face held an expression that suggested he'd already accepted the inevitable destruction.
Piccolo shot Whis a hard glare, but he continued making flippant remarks. But getting the angel to intervene was clearly a fool's hope.
Piccolo could only place his faith in Little Cell and Majin Buu.
"Co on, Buu! We can do this!" Little Cell shouted, forcing a surge of encouraging energy into his strained body as he flew onward.
"If we can just get close to everyone, we can—"
He stopped abruptly, his body locked down by an intense, scorching pressure. He couldn't move an inch.
He looked up in sheer horror.
The gargantuan sphere of mixed energy in the sky had expanded to more than twice its previous size!
At the sa ti, thunderous, agonized screams and earth-shaking roars echoed continuously from the high-altitude battlefield.
Little Cell's heart lurched. His eyebrows knitted into a sharp furrow as he scread at Majin Buu.
"Buu! Hurry! We must fly faster!"
He gritted his teeth and forced his exhausted body to resist the violent, crushing winds, driving himself forward.
But then, just monts later, Majin Buu, who had been following close behind, suddenly halted in midair. He stood motionless. Like a statue carved from pink stone.
Little Cell blinked in confused disbelief.
"Buu, what is it?! Why did you stop?"
Majin Buu nibbled his thumb and looked at Little Cell with an utterly bewildered expression.
"Little Cell, where are you trying to take ?" he asked blankly.
Little Cell froze in shock.
Now?! He's asking this question now?
He desperately explained,
"I'm taking you to heal everyone, you idiot! Can't you see how hurt they are? If we don't get there soon, it's all over!"
Buu still looked confused and murmured,
"Oh, I see. So that ans I have to go to Big Daddy's place, right?"
He then clapped his hands together as if a light had just flickered on.
"Haha! If that's the case, then let's go straight there!"
His words were shocking.
Little Cell was dumbfounded. "That's easy for you to say! Doing it is another story. Stop talking nonsense and just fly forward!"
But Majin Buu remained still. Instead, he closed his tiny eyes.
Cell instantly sensed that sothing was terribly wrong.
"You rotten little blob! Buu! Don't tell you're falling asleep now?!
He scread in frustration, flying in circles around the stationary Majin Buu. Of all the tis for him to break down, he chooses now!
"That damn old man! Why didn't he teach a healing ability when he created ? Then we could be the ones helping!"
Furious and ashad of his own lack of ability, Little Cell promptly blad his creator, Cell, for everything.
In Hell...
Cell, who was engaged in a fierce battle with the real Cooler, suddenly sneezed violently.
This montary lapse in concentration allowed Cooler to connect with a punch, sending Cell spiraling away.
"Heh, Cell, is that all you've got today?" The real Cooler mocked.
Cell scratched his head, utterly confused by what had just happened. Back in the sky, just as Little Cell was drowning in despair, Majin Buu suddenly opened his eyes.
Little Cell, who had been seconds away from a panic attack, imdiately cald down. A desperate spark of hope ignited in his gaze.
"Buu! You didn't fall asleep?!"
But in the next second...
Majin Buu's body began to shimr and grow faint. Then, he simply vanished. He was gone.
Little Cell hung in the air, utterly dumbfounded.
'That technique… Was that Instant Transmission?!'
"Buu?! When did Buu learn Instant Transmission?"
Little Cell was stunned. He had thought the pink nace was dozing off, but he had actually been preparing to teleport.
In the next heartbeat, Majin Buu reappeared beside the exhausted warriors in the apocalyptic sky.
(End of this chapter)
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