A/N: =)

While everyone stared at what was left of Cell, too astonished to look elsewhere, Goku moaned tiredly as cool sweat trailed down his forehead, the tension in his muscles unknotting, his legs suddenly feeling light and shaky. He gasped audibly which caused the Z-Gang to switch their focus from Cell to the breathless Saiyan, whose hair blinked between coal-black and golden-yellow every now and then. His aura now depleted, Goku somehow managed to remain transformed, however the deeper golden hue that had once coated his mane was gone, along with the wild sparks of blue bio-electricity that had traced around his body.

Goku's sudden drop of power was quite alarming for obvious reasons; however Krillin's next course of action quickly put those worries to rest.

"Goku! Catch!" Krillin uttered, digging inside the small brown pouch that he was given by Korin.

"Hold it." he did. "How many beans do we have?" Asked Goku.

Tracing his fingers inside the pouch, the former monk grimaced when he mostly felt emptiness.

"Oh boy…only two…" he replied, everyone now wearing the same expression as Krillin's.

The news didn't seem to surprise Goku. "I thought so…Korin had told me that he was struggling to grow them these days. I think…I think you should save them for later…"

"But Goku, don't you think you should take one now?" Trunks jumped in. "You're the only one that has a chance against Cell, so why not eat one so that you can give him another shot?"

"Yeah, he isn't dead because of Piccolo's cells, but surely he was weakened by that attack you just nailed him with!" Yamcha pressed on.

But again Goku shook his head. "I'm pretty certain that he still has more than enough power to kill us several times over. If I take that bean, it'd be a waste. The battle will end just as it did now."

"Yo, what the fuck!?"

Paralyzed With Fear! Cell's Children Return!

Everyone turned to face the pintsized son of Cell, who had been oddly quiet up to this point.

Junior pointed a finger at Goku. "You just hurt my dad!"

With boiling anger the small Android shot a Special Beam Cannon from his fingers at the worn out Saiyan, who could only stare at the incoming attack in shock. Squeezing his eyes shut, Goku waited for the drill that would surely kill him once it pierced through his chest, but it never came. Instead the scent of cherry blossoms wafted under is nose as he heard a loud metallic clank. Opening his eyes, he stared at the golden form of the Saiyan Princess, who was standing protectively in front of him with her sword diagonal in a guarding position.

"Bra…"

"I'll hold him off while you think of something before Cell puts himself back together!"

Goku's hand grasped Bra's shoulder. "Are you sure-"

"Just hurry up!" Bra snapped, the tip of her sword dragging along the ground as she sprinted at Junior, the Android having no qualms about fighting her a second time.

While Bra held off Junior, Goku turned to the Z-Warriors, thinking about what strategy ought to be next. After several seconds, he cursed lowly, uncertainty looming over him for the first time since the start of this suppose 'tournament'. He knew that none of the others stood a chance against Cell. Yes there was Vegeta, seeing as how he too has the power of Super Saiyan 2, but giving the results of his own fight, he highly doubted that the Prince could do any better than him; with his peripheral vision, he had seen the look of rage on his face at the beginning of his battle with Cell, in which he had been using half his max power. That alone told him that he had surpassed him.

Then there was his son, Gohan. Upon gazing at him, he looked anything but ready for a fight to the death. He had so much hope in his turquoise spheres, hope in him and Goku could only turn away in shame. He swung to Gohan once more, wanting to tell the Saiyan that he had to be the one to fight Cell next, that he himself must 'forfeit' his battle with the Bio-Android.

However, as he continued to stare at his son and saw that he was trembling from what he thought must be fear, he sighed in resignation.

"Hey, Krillin give me a Senzu Bean-"

But he was too late.

Without warning, Cell's legs hopped into the air and give the unaware Saiyan a bone-crushing sideways kick at the back of his head, shocking everyone. Goku's eyes became empty, his black orbs whitening as the kick had sent him rolling across the ground like a sack of potatoes; His hair faulted to its usual black hue.

Everyone shouted Goku's name in worry as they darted towards him to check if he was okay. Bra had heard the concerned cries for her Saiyan, but she couldn't let herself worry as she was in the middle of a fight with Junior, hacking and slashing madly.

Though Vegeta was surprised of the suddenness of the attack, he couldn't care less of the condition of his rival…at least he told himself that... Besides, the clown's ki indicates that he's merely unconscious.

Watching Bra struggling with Junior, the Prince was tempted to aid his daughter in the fight with the mini freak, however his stubbornness prevented him from taking action as he refused to display that he actually cared about her.

Gohan's reaction was the most bizarre of all, as he hadn't rushed toward his unconscious father to check on him. Instead he was frozen, stock-still, watching Cell's waist pulsing rapidly, the center bubbling and making disgusting gushing sounds, signifying that he would soon be back in one piece.

Thinking back in the manner his father had gazed at him, he understood what had been his silent request.

Son, can you fight in place of me? He pictured his dad voicing.

Gohan let loose a terse laugh. I don't think I have much of a choice do I…

Sucking in a breath and exhaling it after a few seconds, the half Saiyan clutched both his fists and with a brief yell, his golden aura cloaked him, razor sharp bolts of lightning spreading around his form. I just hope that I could stay transformed more than 10 minutes…

Soon after those thoughts, Cell's upper body exploded from his waist, making him complete. Cracking his ivory neck and stretching his arms to test out his new limbs, the Android frowned and turned around. When he noticed that Goku was down and out he grinned.

"Oh was that Goku I hit? Heh he should have known better than to turn his back on me."

Feeling the rise in power that rivaled the unconscious Saiyan, he turned to the source and raised a brow upon seeing the determined facial expression on Gohan's face.

"Oh, so you're the one that will be fighting me next?"

"Y-yeah! I-I's be the one to take you down!" He cried out, pushed off the ground, heading straight toward the Bio-Android.

Cell laughed. "Maybe I'd believe you if you hadn't stuttered!"

His small fist connecting with much larger ones, Gohan pivoted to the side when Cell disengaged and threw a kick at his stomach. Dodging him by leaping into the air, the half Saiyan then dropping an elbow down, aiming at the back of the curled horned Android's skull, however Cell performed an afterimage, escaping his attack. Appearing from behind, Cell swatted Gohan on the back, causing him to curve unpleasantly, a pained cry slipping from his lips. His eyes became white when Cell darted to his front and delivered a cringeworthily fist against his belly, making him double over, spit sprinkling out of his mouth from the impact. Wrapping an ivory arm around his neck, putting him into a headlock, Gohan began to struggle as the Android squeezed his throat tightly.

"You're in way over your head boy! This is nothing like our first fight!" Cell said gleefully as he constricted his arm even more, Gohan's hands desperately scratching at the Android's arm for freedom.

"I'm perfect, the strongest being in the universe!" He spat, deciding to make things worse by using his free fist to repeatedly thrust it against the half Saiyan's already tender abdomen.

As soon as Gohan's hair regressed back to a mere Super Saiyan, Cell sighed in disappointment, knowing that it was over.

And when tears started to trail down his cheeks, blood exploding from his mouth, Piccolo, who had been watching could not take it any longer. No one had interfered because they thought that given how Gohan's insane powers tend to come to surface when he's cornered, he'd well, suddenly destroy the Android. But it was wishful think and now that they are witnessing Gohan getting beating to death, they felt awful about the choice they made.

With an angry roar, Piccolo ignited his white aura, shooting off toward his former student's aid. Arriving behind him, he gave Cell the strongest kick he could muster, the ground quaking from the sheer force of the attack. It wasn't surprising when the Android's single reaction was to flare his aura, easily hurling the Namek across the sky.

Krillin came in next followed by Trunks, Yamcha and even Eighteen, but they too were burned aside like measly flies.

Vegeta grit his teeth, still doing nothing.

When Gohan could no longer endure the lack of oxygen and the painful punches, his arms slackened, his will to fight gone.

Liberating his neck, Cell clutched the front of the half Saiyan's purple gi roughly, his icy orbs gazing at his unconscious form loathing.

"Such worthless trash shouldn't even be called a Saiyan!" He said, tossing Gohan's lifeless body across the air.

Struggling to stand, Piccolo groaned in pain as he followed Gohan's flying form with his eyes filled with dread; dust flew into the air when he landed.

Videl, who had been silently observing the events unfold with her terrified friends, gasped at the half Saiyan's unmoving body. Oh Kami this is insane!

"N-No! Gohan!" Piccolo shouted, hoping that the son of Goku was alive.

Cell scoffed with irritation. "I've had enough of this!"

With a wave of his hand, nine ivory creatures materialized from thin air, each of the beings giggling madly, catching everyone attention, especially Eighteen and Bra, who both were the first ones to suffer from the little creatures.

Kicking the distracted Bra against the stomach before delivering punch to her temple, sending her crashing down on the terrain, Junior cheered when he saw that his father had given him brothers yet again.

Cell's sights zeroed in on a lone awkwardly placed tree. "Hey camera man!"

The tree shook with seemingly fear.

Cell frowned. "I know you, the announcer and the bumbling idiot are there! So come out or I'll kill you all where you stand!"

At a snail's pace, the camera man walked from behind the tree, Trevor and Hercule not far behind, the three of them looking like they were ready to jump out of their skins.

The Android grinned." So camera man, what is your name?"

"M-my n-n-name?" the man echoed.

Cell's icy orbs narrowed, clearly not wanting to repeat himself.

"To-To-Tony!" If the man, now known as Tony, had not been scared shitless of the Android, he probably would have jumped with joy at being asked for his name, as no one ever cared to ask.

"Okay Tony, turn the camera on. I want the world to see! To see just how weak the Earth's defenders are!" Cell threw his head back and raised his arms up in the sky arrogantly.

"I want this-"He gestured at all the fallen Z-Fighters with a swing of his hand. "To be the very last thing they see before I annihilate this planet!"

Not wanting to die just yet Tony aimed the camera forward and switched on the power button, his, Hercule and Trevor teeth chattering as if they were suffering from a terrible cold.

Smiling at Tony's obedience, the ivory Android faced the giggling Jrs. "Okay kids, I'm feeling a little be sadistic. Go play with your new friends! Please don't kill then until I say so…well unless you get too bored, then knock yourselves out!"

Their father shooing at them like they were rambunctious children doing something they weren't suppose to, the Jrs cackled wildly as they immediately decided who was to be their playmates and flew toward them.

The first to get attacked of course had to be Yamcha, receiving a haymaker, followed by Trunks, the half Saiyan barely having time to transform into a Super Saiyan before getting struck down.

This time Vegeta had no choice but to fight back, the Prince releasing a roar as he burst into gold, actually being the one to deliver the first blow at the Jr who had targeted him.

As a small foot connected with Eighteen, her left arm blocking the blow, Krillin stood there paralyzed with fear, his beady eyes just waiting for the incoming Jr to crash right into him.

The former monk snapped back into focus when he heard Piccolo's voice.

"Krillin! Pass me a Senzu Bean! Gohan's alive!" The Namek hollered, his black eyes constantly watching the approaching Jr.

His hands shaking, Krillin untied the small pouch, fished out a bean and tossed it to Piccolo seconds before getting clobbered by a Cell Jr, the pouch which contained the last bean slipping from his fingers.

With a swipe of his hand, he caught the bean and right away pushed it through Gohan's lips.

"Come on kid, chew the bean-" Piccolo grunted when a Jr gored him, the little beast laughing as he took the struggling Namek into the air, proceeding to beat him senselessly.

It didn't look like Gohan had heard the Namek as he still remained motionless.

Goku awakened from his comatose state when he felt a Jr put all its weight onto his back, the full Saiyan giving out a gasp as his spine curve in in a bowl shape manner. Hitting it with his elbow to get it off his back, the Saiyan rolled over, pressed his knees to his chest and sprung skyward, successfully nailing the Jr on the stomach. With his remaining power, he burst into a Super Saiyan and roundhouse kicked the little Android, giving him breathing room and enough time to figure out what has happened during his 'nap'.

His eyes widen when he witnessed all his friends being attacked by Cell's spawns, the Bio-Android himself admiring the carnage gleefully.

Where is Gohan?

Hearing a feminine war cry, Goku spun around and caught sight of Bra, the Saiyan Princess hovering protectively over his unconscious son, her expert swings of her swords keeping two Jrs at bay. He broke into a sprint, wanting to go help them, however before he could reach them one of the Jrs head-butted into him, forcing him into battle.

Damn it!

Cursing like a mad woman, Bra continued to try juggling two Jrs at once. However, when the one on her left finally broke through her defenses, landing a hard hook against her cheek, she had no choice but to move away from Gohan, leaving him out in the open.

Watching one of the Jrs lunge toward the half Saiyan, Bra threw her sword akin to a boomerang. She pumped her fist up in the air when the blade, spinning as fast as a ceiling fan, sliced right through the mid-section of one of the Jrs, the momentum carrying the sword until it cut through the second one before returning back to her awaiting hand. The two Jrs exchanged looks, shock written on their faces as they plummeted downwards, exploding upon crashing onto the ground.

Gohan crunched the bean between his teeth.

The Saiyan Prince drove his boots into a Jrs' chest, making it rocket straight down, causing the ground to split when it smacked right into it. Shaking its head in order to remove its dizziness, the Jr gasped when Vegeta stomped onto its small stomach, causing it to yelp in pain much to the Saiyan's enjoyment.

"Hnnnn, so they can experience pain."

Giving a nasty smirk, the Jr gulping audibly as Vegeta grasp it by its throat and crushed it like can of soda. Its body going limp, he tore its head off and chucked it aside, the Android's body bursting into dust shortly after.

When a light saber-like noise suddenly rung in his ears, he spun around just in time to see his son cut straight down the center of a Jr with his energy sword, the Android probably wanting to take out the Prince with a sneak attack; steam puffed out of its metallic insides, the two halves blowing up as Trunks' energy sword faded from his hands.

The half Saiyan gave a lopsided grin. "I've got your back father."

Trunks was taken aback when he saw his father's lips twitch just a tad bit.

While father and son had a moment, Krillin and Yamcha were screaming with their hands flailing into the sky amusingly, both the former bandit and monk running for their lives as two Jrs trailed behind them, giggling with delight as they relished chasing their game.

"Krillin! Maybe if we team up we can take them out!" Yamcha breathed, feeling like his lungs were going to collapse.

"Yeah right! Face it man, if you aren't as strong as a Super Saiyan, you are pretty much useless." Krillin yelled, continuing to run.

A curse left their lips as they stubbed their feet against a crack on the ground, falling face first onto the dirt. Hearing devious laughter, they flipped onto their back and closed their eyes tightly, already believe that the next time they open them they'd probably be standing before King Yemma.

"Android Barrier!"

Having heard a sizzling sound followed by two high pitched cries, Krillin and Yamcha slowly opened their eyes to bear witness to a slender brunette beauty who shone as bright as star, a purple energy shield encasing her form. Throwing herself up into the sky, her shoulder length hair fluttered as she performed a roundhouse at the Jr on her right before pivoting and landing a hard fist on the one to her left, knocking the little creatures into the earth soil.

Aiming a hand at each of the Jrs, purple orbs sprouted from within her palms as she shouted-

"Power Blitz! Full power!"

Racing towards the helpless Jrs, the energy balls slammed onto them, vaporizing Cell's spawns instantly.

Krillin and Yamcha's jaw dropped.

"Eeeeh thanks Eighteen…." The midget said meekly, rubbing the back of his bald head.

Her jaded eyes lighting up, she blew a kiss at him, causing him to blush. She didn't even bother to turn and face the Jr that was making a path towards her from behind. Instead she chose to lift two fingers up, develop a yellow energy disc and flick it over her shoulder at the Jr with a snap of her wrist.

The Destructo Disc having rip and shredded the little Android, Yamcha said-

"No fair, how come Krillin gets all the hot babes! First Maron and now a hot ass-kicking… Android…wait…I just thought of something. How would you two even work? Like how can you have se-"

"I'm also human asshole!" Eighteen hissed out. "In fact, I don't even know why I'm called an Android when I'm really a Cyborg!"

But Yamcha didn't stop there. "So you still have a real-"

He yapped when a small beam sizzled just below his crotch.

While Yamcha was checking to see if his private was intact, Eighteen mouthed something to Krillin that nearly made him faint.

Going back to Goku, the Saiyan was struggling to keep up with the rapid movements of his opponent. Unable to stand any longer, Goku's legs gave out and he crumpled to the ground.

The Jr had been only moments from digging his clawed hand through the Saiyan's chest as a powerful wave of energy flew into it, making it explode into nothing but a shower of scrap metal.

"Goku, are you alright?" Piccolo asked, his feet touching the terrain.

"Thanks Piccolo." He replied, one of his eyes half-lidded. "I think so…"

"You're lucky I had just finished off the one attacking me."

The sound of clapping brought the Z-Fighters' focus on Cell, his son Junior standing beside him.

"Nicely done!" Cell praised. "Tony…"

Tony maneuvered his camera to him.

"We should get out of here…" Hercule whispered, curled up in a fetal position.

"I don't think he'll let us." Trevor whispered back.

"What if we ask him nicely?"

"Okay…go ask him."

"No you ask him."

"You suggested it, so you do it! You're the champion right?"

In response to that, he began holding his stomach, rolling about. "Ohhh the pain!"

Trevor sighed, stroking his forehead.

The camera lens zooming in on the ivory Android, Cell spoke.

"You all at home might be thinking, 'Hurray! The Jrs were all destroyed! Cell is now left defenseless! The champ can defeat him and save the world now!'" he demanding Tony to point the camera at Mr. Satan.

Tony mumbled an apology to the champ, silently hoping that if they lived, he'd still have a job; he then did what he was told. The citizens that were watching worldwide gasped in shock when they witnessed their champion rocking to and fro on the ground, obviously quivering with fear.

"See humans? The man you've crowned your champion is nothing more than a pathetic helpless coward! I mean look at him! Curled on the ground like an infant!" Cell laughed. "That display of fear should prove to you all that this is no trickery! Despite me calling this the 'Cell Games', this isn't really a game! This is real life! And it's happening right here, right now!"

Videl covered her face in shame while her two friends gave her a sympathetic look, both of them not wanting to accept the fact that their world champ was a fraud. Oh Kami…now no one will take daddy seriously…if we somehow make it out of this alive, he's always be known as a laughing-stock… an-and so will I…

Cell nodded toward the Z-Fighters. "These are your true 'heroes'! These are the ones that you should have been rooting for! Sure, by common human standards this pathetic man is strong, but this-this is in another level! You humans cannot even begin to comprehend just how ignorant you all are! Living such mediocre boring lives, living on fantasies you yourself built! You are all trash! And what do you do with trash?"

Cell grinned devilishly, a sinister grin that caused everyone in the world to shiver.

"You dispose of it."

No one saw it coming. With a flick of his finger, a tiny purple speck of light flew at Mr. Satan, sinking into his chest upon contact. Staring at the ivory Android in astonishment, his insides felt like they were being torn apart when Cell raised his hand skyward, his body following the motion.

Krillin froze, memories of an identical experience racing through his mind.

Piccolo tightened his fists when the vision of Frieza flashed before his eyes.

Videl's hands flew to her mouth, tears beginning to stream down her face as she screamed for her father.

Goku extended his hand, akin to how he did to Krillin a few years ago, however it wasn't him that voiced his pled; it was Gohan.

"No Cell! Don't!"

The ivory Android clutched his fist together and just like that, Mr. Satan expanded like a balloon filled with helium and burst into a bloody shower of meat and bones.

A/N: Mr. Satan's death was inspired by a comic I once saw online, I think on deviantart. I didn't read it all, but there was a part that a Cell Jr killed Mr. Satan with an energy blast, which was the catalyst for Gohan's SSJ2 transformation. HOWEVER, this chapter's ending will be as far as it goes for similarly to the comic. So will Gohan lose his shit? Wait and see ;)

Whether you have been with me since the beginning or have started following me recently, thanks a bunch guys for reading! Seriously!

Until next time, have a nice day/night/morning!

Later!

(Posted: 6/8/17)

~Gater~