I finished powering up to the full power of my Super Saiyan transformation, which surprised everybody, even Cell. "Fascinating," he remarked. "Even without requiring what Gohan and Vegeta used, you have accumulated such large amounts of energy. You might even be strong enough to defeat me in my Perfect form. I must congratulate you on such a simple feat." He began to clap sarcastically. Each time his hands met, a small shockwave moved through the surrounding area, destroying more rocks and causing minor earthquakes. "It's too bad that my power has grown so much recently."

"There's more to me than meets the eye," I responded arrogantly, a sly smile forming on my face. "Such as this! HAAAAAAA!" Immediately, I focused on gathering as much anger as possible, hoping that it would be enough to ascend. Thoughts of my parents' death passed through my head, my hatred toward Raditz becoming a tool for power.

"Foolish idiot." Cell suddenly was on the move, preparing a punch at half power so he could knock me out. "I won't just let this happen!" His powerful blow passed through nothing but empty air and a holograph-like image of me; I had moved out of the way.

"What?" Cell gasped, surprised. "Where did he-"

"HAAA!" I released a Kamehameha Wave at point-blank range directly behind Cell, catching him completely off-guard. "I'm right here," I remarked rudely as the smoke died down.

Once all of the smoke was clear, I could see what damage my attack had caused. The left side of Cell's head had been completely obliterated, but it had already begun to regenerate. The same goes for his left shoulder; without the shoulder, his arm had fallen off of his body, and he was busy regenerating that entire limb as well.

Cell turned to face me. "Yuh peh fuh dat," his half-of-a-mouth said, clearly speaking fluent Engrish.

From the sidelines, I heard what sounded like a whimper. Looking back, I saw that Krillin and Yamcha were trying to hide behind Piccolo and Tien, but the more powerful fighters weren't letting it happen. They knew that my fight with Cell would be brutal. Turning my head was a mistake, though.

Cell's intact arm came around and jabbed me in the diaphragm quickly, immediately knocking the wind out of me. I don't even know if anyone could see Cell's punch, it was so quick. Seeing me doubled over, Cell took advantage of the moment to use his legs. Doing a sort of a flip, he caught me by the neck with his right heel, pulling me to the ground in the process. He maneuvered his left foot around in the opposite direction and locked them together. He had effectively created a lethal headlock with only his lower body, slowly applying pressure to my throat as well.

I felt angry, angry that I had left my guard down like that. 'Use it,' I told myself. 'Come on, you're a Hiroshi. You've got this. Use this anger!' Immediately, I activated my aura and began chopping at Cell's midsection to get him to loosen up.

"Hahahaha!" laughed the monster, now with a full head and a nearly-regenerated left hand. "You think you can get out of this?! I'll hold you until you die!" Then, he looked over at the other Z Fighters. "They need to take part in this show as well."

"Wh...what's he doin'?" I heard Hercule mutter from surprisingly close. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he was no further than 50 feet (15.25 meters) away. Apparently, he's loud even under those circumstances.

Suddenly, I sensed new Power Levels emerging right next to me. 'What?! Where are these people coming from? Who are they?' Then came the laughter of half a dozen shrill voices.

"Go, my children! Have fun playing with those weaklings over there!" Cell pointed with his finger at the others, immediately followed by 6 quick blurs moving in that exact same direction.

"What are those things?!" Krillin shouted fearfully.

"No! Please!" Yamcha exclaimed. "I'm here for moral support, not to fight!"

Cell's children had arrived.

"Folks, I cannot believe what I am seeing!" Jimmy Firecracker yelled into his microphone from the sidelines. "Though our visuals are down, I can only hope that my voice is reaching you so that I may describe what is in front of me!"

"Um, sir?" The cameraman looked a bit astonished.

"What?" Jimmy responded, moving the microphone away from his mouth.

"That's a squirrel." The cameraman pointed at what the world-renowned reporter was holding.

Jimmy looked down to see a furry little face seemingly smiling up at him instead of the head of his device. "Where's my microphone?!"

The Cell Juniors, all identical with blue skin and small head crests (but otherwise just like smaller versions of their father), each picked a Z Fighter. Gohan powered up immediately to fight his opponent, bothered that he needed to return to the fray. Krillin and Yamcha got pinned against a large rock by two more demonic creatures. Tien was already busy trading blows with a fourth. Vegeta, now conscious again, was powering up to Super Saiyan 2 in order to defend himself and his son's dead body. The sixth Cell Junior had claimed Piccolo as his target, and it was dodging punches effortlessly.

"Cell, you monster!" I shouted. "Call them off right this instant!"

"Now, now," Cell said commandingly. "There's no need for that lip." He began to tighten his grip on me.

'No…it can't end like this...' I thought. 'I'm Earth's last chance! Without me, there's nobody left to stop him from destroying the planet! And to make matters worse, he's killing my friends right in front of me!'

"Is something the matter?" my captor mocked. He must have felt my heart rate increase. "Are you sick of seeing your friends getting hurt? Well, you don't have to anymore. My children!" All of the small versions of Cell turned their heads toward their creator. "I give you permission to destroy your playthings!"

"DON'T YOU DARE!" I shouted, immediately feeling a rush of power.

My aura exploded, forcing Cell off of me. A dust cloud was kicked up around us, pure golden light emanating from its epicenter. The Earth itself trembled in fear, reminding its inhabitants of a similar earthquake from earlier that day. Of course, nobody except those present at the battlefield and a select few individuals knew what it was.

Thousands of miles away, in the middle of the ocean, a wise hermit looked out into the distance. "I wonder what's – GAH!" Suddenly, the ground began shaking under Roshi's feet for the second time that day, causing him to stumble around. "I hate it when those guys power up so much! It shakes my island to its core!"

Oolong was clinging to the palm tree near the old man. "This is shakier than that time you were in the-"

"Don't mention that here!" shouted Roshi. "We have to keep the rating of this fan fiction at the same place, not make it worse!"

"You really think I care?! I'd rather release my angry spirit to the Afterlife than just sit here and wait!"

"Release your angry spirit...heheheHEHEHEHEHEH!"

"I hope Yamcha's okay," Puar said. The cat was floating above the sand, not even noticing the earthquake.

The ground stopped shaking. "We can only pray that everything turns out to be all right." The Turtle Hermit looked serious again.

Suddenly, there was a small sound of air being forced away from one location quickly. The two perverts and the floating mammal looked over to see what had just happened. "Goku?!"

Hey, guys! I really hope you enjoyed this chapter.

This is undoubtedly the only chapter so far where I literally fanboyed over my own work while writing, probably because I was simultaneously listening to the Gohan Angers Theme. I suggest that you do the same when you read it, since it really increases the value of the moment. Also, it fits with a canon version of this scene...sort of canon version of this...not really a version of this...yeah. Oh, and Goku's not dead.

Remember to stay tuned, because there's definitely more awesomeness on its way.

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