"King Kai's Fist!" Yamcha exclaimed, flexing his whole body with a single twitch. By now, he had elevated King Kai's Fist to such grandiose heights that using it on its most basic level felt as light as waving his hand. Enveloped in a radiant scarlet aura, Yamcha dashed toward Cell for a head-on collision. Cell dashed to intercept Yamcha's attack. Both fighters collided in the center of the space separating them. While Yamcha gnashed his teeth in desperation, Cell looked more amused than anything.
"King Kai's Fist X3!" Yamcha called out, bursting with a more unstable and intense flame of blood-red that reflected in a darker pink hue of his skin. The scarlet blaze blew out in a dissolving halo as Yamcha was no longer where the aura was initially oozing out of him. Having blitzed above Cell's head, Yamcha swiped his hand downward, shaped like a lion's paw, and aimed at the backside of Cell's head.
With a more serious and engaged look, Cell turned around and put up his right arm to block Yamcha's swing by having the wrists of both combatants collide and struggle for a second. "King Kai's Fist X5!" Yamcha yelled out, crossing his arms up over his chest and beginning to whirl around his axis while the red King Kai's Fist aura around him formed a crimson hurricane, dragging Cell in. Before Cell could submerge in the centrifugal vortex, Yamcha's roundhouse split the crimson tornado in half, looking for its way into Cell's abdomen.
With a dire expression on his face, Cell caught Yamcha's boot. Just to keep himself from appearing like a pushover punching bag, Cell employed his tail to rapidly thrust it hundreds of times at Yamcha's location, but the martial artist vanished in a blur. All Cell's stinger rush managed to accomplish was to skewer the After-Image Yamcha left behind.
"King Kai's Fist X10!" Yamcha exclaimed from behind Cell, forcing Cell's eyes to shoot wide open and his mouth to gasp while the Bio-Android turned to intercept the inevitable counterattack. Yamcha's lion-paw-shaped hands hammered down from a raised position, slamming like makeshift mallets with a mashing motion, but Cell revealed to have already assimilated and mastered the After-Image technique that Yamcha had just shown him a microsecond earlier. The Bio-Android's illusory image stayed to be torn apart by Yamcha's wicked flurry while the creature itself vanished away without a trace.
With a vicious smile and sadistic eyes, Cell appeared behind Yamcha, thrusting his stinger into the exposed back of the martial artist, only for Yamcha to vanish again. The two repeated this demented dance of a violent chase almost a dozen times before they became twin comets, burning up in their radiant vitality and chasing one after another. Yamcha's energy gleamed blood-red while Cell's appeared light green. Like two pieces of a spiral coiling around one another, the two whirled around one another in a chase before both extended their arms and launched a shower of Ki blasts. Their aura comets dragged up with no ceiling to the paradoxical dimension they inhabited, extending like curling strands of DNA as their sparking energy blasts lit up, detonating each other midway to their destination to blow the enemy out of the air.
"King Kai's Fist X20!" Yamcha yelled out, drowning out the hyperspace dimension in a flash of white, red, and black and nearly blinding Cell. The resulting concussive blast from Yamcha's power-up sent Cell hurling away billions of miles, but it didn't matter, because measurements of space were irrelevant where their battle was taking place. Countless light-years felt the same to travel as the distance between one's pockets and their nose when it got itchy. Racing across like a speeding human torpedo, Yamcha slammed into Cell with a King Kai's Fist X20 explosive dropkick but only met Cell's cross-arm block that absorbed the hit. With an outraged grunt, Cell deflected Yamcha to roll back away from his opponent with a light pant.
"King Kai's Fist? What an interesting technique you've shown me…" Cell chuckled. "However, I'm afraid it's rather irrelevant. That's because Son Goku has shown me a far superior technique during his fight with my Cell Jrs."
"I'm in luck then," Yamcha smirked with a taste of ironic bitterness, using just a corner of his lip. "You're not going to use King Kai's Fist against me."
"I've been wondering if I can even do it. A logical analysis of all data inside my body suggests that there are no obstacles, however, I must admit, I'm a little hesitant to try it," Cell looked at his own clutched hand as if he feared its own power. "Maybe it's the Saiyan cells within me, damn them to hell, but I've been somewhat enjoying our little tangle here. It would break my heart to end it too soon. That being said, it doesn't feel right to curse the Saiyan cells when it's exactly because of them that I can perform this transcendental transformation."
"N-No way!" Yamcha exclaimed, realizing what Cell must have been talking about.
"Hmm… I see you too are curious. As much as my upbringing made me detest experiments, I shall go ahead and pull all the stops!" Cell clenched his fists and drew his arms down by his side. Wherever his white skin peeked through the layer of hardened armor, veins popped out across Cell's skin. "Haaaaaah!" Cell exclaimed a roar that was infectious with its enthusiasm.
A golden burst of energy erupted from every pore in Cell's body, the scale and ferocity of the nova of golden light made Yamcha cower and brace to withstand its pushback. The golden light coated Cell's entire body before slowly shattering away from him like the shell of an egg being pulled apart to reveal the sublime core inside. The black pieces of the outer shell covering Cell's upper arm section turned golden while Cell's slitted eyes became round and formed teal irises with darker blue pupils in the middle. All the while, a golden aura exactly matching the Super Saiyan splendor rustled around the curious Bio-Android.
"Tsk… Everyone needed to work hard and mature as people to advance to that stage. The fact that you can just copy it soullessly like that is a disgrace," Yamcha scoffed in disdain.
"Is it? Have I not matured enough? When I began my life, I was but a mere test subject. I lived and edged to the point of dying at the whim of that sadistic witch in a lab coat. It required so much courage to hope and dream for something more, and it's only at the end of my emotional journey that I've come to realize that only the apex predator can live a life free of fear of death or the extinction of their species! I'd say that level of maturity suffices this exuberant form!" Cell argued, at last pulling his eyes away from admiring himself and focusing back on Yamcha. "Now, it's time to kill my prey, obtain its power, and rise on the food chain."
With a spine-tingling snap, Cell appeared directly in front of Yamcha, slamming his elbow down into the back of Yamcha's head and forcing the martial artist to stiffen up and cock his head down with a forced bow. A lazy straight into Yamcha's gut nearly plunged through the fighter's stomach. Sparkling with a golden aura, putting his elbow out in the front, Cell charged diagonally upward and knocked Yamcha spinning vertically back while the Bio-Android elevated to a higher position.
"The world of power of a Super Saiyan is a place so far beyond where I can still make out your antics. It's like a dinosaur trying to feed on an ant! I can see why Son Goku, Chayote, and Vegeta sit at the top of the food chain, however, it will be so incredibly humbling for the power of a Super Saiyan to send them crashing down and devour them whole!" Cell taunted and flexed his newly awakened strength. However, when Cell next opened its eyes and glared to marvel at the pitiful writhing of his miserable opponent, Yamcha's grin that was all right up in his face met Cell's stare.
Enveloped in a gargantuan mass of scarlet aura that expanded beyond the reach of sight in all directions, Yamcha had dashed right up to Cell and delivered a charging kick that sent Cell flying off into the distance. With a strained grunt, Yamcha sustained his roaring King Kai's Fist X50 and hurled himself at Cell with a flying dash. Yamcha's surging aura formed a black and red tunnel surrounding both combatants, like the jowls of a proud wolf that snapped shut around them. In the complete darkness, Yamcha thrust his arms out, cupping them together in a Kamehameha-like stance while a scarlet gleam outline formed around them.
A clash of cyan and red lightning bolts flashed before Yamcha burst forth from the swollen mass of energy and halted in place, behind Cell with his body stretched and his heavy arms lowered to his sides. The bruised and exhausted martial artist panted with a heavy chest, snuffing out the flame of King Kai's Fist around him while Cell hovered in mid-air, gasping and seemingly frozen in place at a lone moment in time when he experienced excruciating pain.
"Wolf Fang Fist Flash!" Yamcha chanted out, like speaking a mantra. Whatever condition befell Cell caught up to the Bio-Android as a cascade of deafening pops made the overwhelmed nightmare experiment twist, jerk, and bend to the whims of resounding cascade bursts. After the illusory beatdown was over, Cell merely fell unconscious, beginning an infinite plummet. "That's the result of truly learning your techniques. Training them, mastering them, and advancing them further. Instead of merely copying what you see, instead of understanding the theory through dry scientific analysis of the movements, you understand those techniques through your own bodily experience. And in the process, you understand your own self. That is one thing that it means to be a martial artist."
Covered in bruises and showcasing multiple squirts of blood squeezing through the gaps in the armor, spitting it up from its scrambled innards as well, Cell stiffened its body and ceased its fall. Slowly, the assaulted Bio-Android corrected its stance in the air and soared to level itself with Yamcha. Based on its shaking fists and stiffly pressed together mouth, the creature was seething.
"Damn it, DAMN IT!" Cell cursed, slipping its fingers across its right section where the forearm connected with the upper arm, close to the elbow. By dragging its fingers there, Cell wiped off a smear of cherry-colored bio-fluid and simmered in wrath while struggling to cope with the reality that Yamcha had just rocked him to such an extent. "The power of a Super Saiyan should be untouchable to the likes of you! Then how… HOW!? How could I have taken so much damage!?"
"It's because of how you've achieved this power," Yamcha replied with no need to think about it. "The transformation itself is merely a power boost. It multiplies the force of your Ki a great deal, but so do most of martial arts techniques. Merely multiplying your Ki is only a part of what makes the Super Saiyans so difficult to compete with. If that was all there was to it, us Earthlings would just stack up King Kai's Fist as tall as it goes and pummel 'em into the dirt. It's the maturity that comes along when a fighter manages to achieve this state that's truly frightening. They become more complete fighters, they learn to control their emotions or make them go wild. That's something a mere copycat can never emulate."
"Hmm…" Cell closed his eyes and regulated his breathing before opening them again and squeezing out a smirk. He swallowed down the absence of complete dominance he expected to witness upon powering up with the aid of the artificial S-Cells his body produced to replicate the Super Saiyan transformation. "You say that and yet your body is struggling to keep you at this stage of power. Before I drain you of your energy, let me know one thing. This technique you just used… My body doesn't seem to have any intelligence on it despite seeing it with my own eyes."
"Heh, so my guess was right," Yamcha dragged his thumb over the tip of his nose, looking satisfied with himself. "Wolf Fang Fist Flash is a technique I developed as an improved version of the original. Because you haven't copied Wolf Fang Fist yet, your Wolf Fang Fist Flash is incomplete."
"Yes, well done, you…" Cell rolled its eyes with a bitter remark, raising its arm, and leveling it at shoulder height with its fingers extended and the hand looking down. Yamcha gasped when Cell's left hand wrapped around the wrist of the right one. "Jelly-Beam!" Cell exclaimed, launching tiny fiery beams from the tips of its fingers that tagged Yamcha in the shoulders and the knees at once.
Yamcha's body felt like it had been petrified from the strain that the abuse of King Kai's Fist put him through. Not even if he knew the technique that Cell was using from the flawlessly imitated Chayote's pose, and even if he saw the beaming blazes incoming and sensed the heat emanating from them at the tips of his body hair, could he move an inch to try and dodge it. Each beam blasted with a detonating heatwave, burning off Yamcha's damaged space suit in those areas. The beams were so hot that Yamcha's body no longer even registered the burns, it simply tuned out and turned off.
The accumulated damage from this hopeless battle alongside with the damage Yamcha took from Cell's Jelly-Beams, as well as the horrific strain of King Kai's Fist, all added up to leaving Yamcha unable to move. With his mouth ajar and whited-out eyes, Yamcha slowly drifted through the infinite void of the paradoxical hyperdimension.
"The damned fool," Cell scoffed. "He wasted all of my precious energy. Oh well, at the very least, I can use Yamcha's cells to recoup the human cell sample I've spent on that Cell Jr."
Leaning forward and becoming encompassed with a shining golden energy bubble, Cell charged toward Yamcha and grabbed hold of him by the collar. Pulling him in closer, Cell thrust his stinger into Yamcha's back, then widened it in a conical shape to extract the cell sample. After being done, Cell flung Yamcha off to the side to rot away like all the other specimens he extracted complete cell samples from decayed. Still energized, Cell shot like a homing bullet toward the warp rift that would have released him back into the Instant Transmission state.
Before Cell passed through the rift, he glanced down at what he thought would be just a dried-out husk of Yamcha. However, the Bio-Android gasped in awe as Yamcha seemed to have completely eluded the ordinary state of decay that every other creature had undergone after Cell retrieved a cell sample from them. Before Cell could stop and wait to see if the decay was merely delayed or if Yamcha had used some sort of trick, the rift sucked him up and spat him out, resuming the rule of laws of physics as Cell's Instant Transmission chase spat him out at some random wasteland down on Planet Earth.
"What was the meaning of this?" Cell demanded to know, almost as if some supernatural overseeing force were listening and could provide him with an answer. "I've retrieved the cell sample, Yamcha was knocked out! It couldn't have been that a pitiful dolt like Yamcha was too powerful, especially not in the state I left him in! In that case… What gives?"
With a jolted expression, Cell turned around and glared off into the sky. "Unless… Yes, of course, how could I have overlooked such a simple thing? The formula for exponential decay - f(x) = a (1 - r)x. If the x defines time, and, in that paradoxical hyperspace, the value of time is always 0, decay is mathematically impossible!"
Cell burst into a peal of laughter, escalating the guffawing in volume and decreasing the restraint, thoroughly entertained by the outcome. Cell pressed its middle and index finger to its horned forehead, skipping through space-time back to Planet Banna. After opening its eyes and realizing that it didn't return to the paradoxical realm opened during instantaneous travel, but instead back to Planet Banna, Cell lowered its arm with a disgruntled pout on its face.
"Laughable! The absolute luck of that moron!" Cell scoffed to himself. "Entering that paradox was only possible because both of us used Instant Transmission, chasing after each other at instantaneous teleportation speed! I bet that not even if I split into another Cell Jr. could I find Yamcha. We'd only end up creating a new paradox. Fortunate oaf!"
Cell's eyes noticed Bannans stepping out from their gingerbread and cake houses. Upon seeing Cell, they exclaimed or gasped in fear and either ran back into their homes or hid behind the nearest natural barrier, such as a cluster of chocolate cookie sticks fence or the house door. Swiping his hand, Cell caused a vicious rip across the Bannan town, obliterating it at once and creating a raging field of flames that melted whatever pitiful stack of desserts still survived the explosion.
When Cell approached a dying Bannan and thrust its stinger into its chest, acquiring a Bannan cell sample, the grisly fate of the tormented alien revealed that Yamcha's case was indeed what Cell counted it off as–pure luck. That was because the Bannan decayed into a mummified stack of bones wrapped in a dusty skinsuit. It wasn't that Cell needed the Bannan cells for his upcoming battles. He'd already skimmed off plenty of Ki from Yamcha as it was during the fight when Cell's stinger tagged him. Cell had an entirely different idea.
Cell flexed its body, exclaiming in the physical strain that he went through as his waggling tail widened the stinger at the end and pointed it downward. Suddenly, the spread stinger began spitting out creamy yellow buds like the bullets from a machine gun. A cackling array of creatures of half Cell's size rose off the soft ground that had the texture, appearance, and taste of a mint-glazed muffin. They resembled something in between a Bannan and Cell, having yellow skins and purple outer armor shells. Behind the horned head, a yellow growth similar to the stem of a cherry grew out, adopted from the Bannan cells.
"Go and prove to this bored planet and its spoiled species that Cell is the true apex predator in this universe!" Cell issued its order to the little army of Cell Jrs it just produced. Because of having to split them up into a bigger count, Cell had to reduce their size a bit, meaning they resembled unruly more children than being Cell's equals. Still, they'd prove to be the dominant species on this planet, with little to challenge them.
Cell took off into the sky alongside his children. With proud eyes, Cell surveyed how Cell Jrs began dictating their rule as the apex predator, instantly dominating every monster, animal, or local they encounter and slaying them at their discretion. Having completed almost everything of note on this soft planet, Cell scanned the place until it found the place where Yamcha's ship was. Just a brief search later, Cell found the Dragon Ball with six black stars on its face and swallowed it with its tail for storage inside of its body. Both Namekian and Frieza cells afforded Cell this luxury.
Now that Yamcha was forever trapped inside of a paradox with no possible path anywhere within the macro-verse, the Ultimate Dragon Ball in Cell's possession and Cell Jr. versions of Bannans proving their superiority as the apex predators on this planet, all things as they were meant to be on Planet Banna, meaning that Cell could seek its next target. If Cell had Dr. Puri's or Machine Mutant's ability to assimilate gadgets, it could assimilate the Ultimate Dragon Ball dragon radar. However, with the Dragon Team hard at work seeking the magical wishing orbs out, all Cell had to do was home in on their Ki signature and chase after it.
With a content smile on its face, Cell pressed its index and middle fingers to its forehead and swooshed away with Instant Transmission, homing in on the next Ki signature.