East City — 3 Days Before the Cell Games
The atmosphere across Earth was tense. News broadcasts flooded the airwaves with one message:"The Cell Games begin in three days. A tournament of death. The fate of the planet hangs in the balance."
Across the globe, people watched the footage over and over — of Cell, perfect in form and terrifying in presence, standing in a colossal stone arena he created with a single blast. It was circular, floating just above the Earth like a demonic monument to his power.
The world trembled. But not everyone.
East City — 3 Days Before the Cell Games
The atmosphere across Earth was tense. News broadcasts flooded the airwaves with one message:"The Cell Games begin in three days. A tournament of death. The fate of the planet hangs in the balance."
Across the globe, people watched the footage over and over — of Cell, perfect in form and terrifying in presence, standing in a colossal stone arena he created with a single blast. It was circular, floating just above the Earth like a demonic monument to his power.
The world trembled. But not everyone.
Capsule Corporation — Training Courtyard
The Z Fighters stood assembled in silence.
Goku had just returned from another brief meditation at the edge of the universe — his expression unreadable, but his energy still faint, heavily suppressed, like a black hole masked as a lantern.
"This is it," Goku said calmly. "Cell's ready. So are we."
They all nodded. Piccolo, arms crossed, stood with his usual scowl, but even he had to admit — the warriors before him were unlike anything this world had ever produced.
Gohan, standing tall and quiet, breathed deeply. Sparks danced around him, golden and fierce. His transformation was not unstable. It was tempered. Controlled. Earned.
Nearby, Vegeta stood silent as well, cape fluttering, arms crossed. He wasn't wearing his usual scowl of ridicule. Not today. His power was immense.
Raditz rolled his neck. "Can't believe I'm saying this… but I'm nervous."
Nappa grunted. "Don't be. We've trained for this. He'll fall just like Frieza."
Krillin, Tien, Yamcha, and Piccolo stood together, each with a quiet calm. Their Kaioken mastery had granted them powers rivalling gods — but it wasn't just strength. It was discipline. Refinement. Unity.
Even Master Roshi, Chiaotzu, Chichi, and Bulma were present. Roshi in a martial gi. Chiaotzu floating in his meditation stance. Chichi holding Gohan's shoulder with quiet pride. Bulma, in a reinforced jumpsuit, was holding a small case of Senzu beans and tech capsules.
"You're all ready," Goku said, looking around. "Let's not fight for pride this time. Let's fight for peace."
Cell's Arena – Location: West Mountains
The arena stood like a divine relic. Made of polished white stone, floating in the air and surrounded by a gravity field, the platform was perfect. No signs of wear. No signs of life.
And then…
BOOM.
A ripple cracked the air. A massive burst of wind scattered the clouds.
Cell had arrived.
Tall. Immaculate. His green and black carapace glistened under the sun. His tail curled lazily, like a snake coiled before a strike.
He folded his arms and spoke aloud — no camera, no broadcast — just his voice vibrating across the sky.
"I hope they don't disappoint me."
He looked to the east.
"Come, Goku. Bring your army."
Global Broadcast – The Whole World Watching
Helicopters and satellites hovered miles above, broadcasting what they could. Reporters voiced over grainy, zoomed-in footage:
"This is not a hoax, people! A new being named Cell has declared a tournament—no, a test—for Earth's strongest warriors. If no one wins... he will destroy the planet."
Governments around the world mobilized defense systems. Jets scrambled. Missile silos locked on. But none dared act first.
Everyone waited.
The Day of the Cell Games — Early Morning
Military blockades had been set, news crews with long lenses and floating drones hovered in the sky, and people from around the world tuned in with bated breath.
And then…
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
A massive motorcycle soared through the air, landing on the nearest cliffside in an explosion of dust, smoke, and bravado. The crowd gasped in anticipation.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" the loudspeaker boomed. "THE CHAMPION OF THE WORLD! THE HERO OF THE EARTH! THE UNDEFEATED MARTIAL ARTS MASTER… MIIIIIIIISTERRRRRR SAAAAATAAAAAN!"
Out stepped the one and only: Mr. Satan, flamboyant as ever, with his magnificent afro glistening under the morning sun, cape fluttering behind him, and a gleaming white-toothed grin that could outshine the sun.
Trailing behind him were his loyal lackeys: Caroni, a tanned martial artist in a pink tracksuit, and Piroshki, a musclebound man with wild hair and a bushy mustache. Both carried boom mics, bottled water, and an exaggerated sense of self-worth.
Mr. Satan struck a pose and flexed. "Don't worry, citizens of Earth!" he bellowed. "This… thing calling itself 'Cell' is just a trickster using special effects! I'll show you all what a real martial artist can do!"
Mr. Satan's Grand Strategy
Caroni and Piroshki dramatically leapt into the ring first. "We'll soften him up for you, boss!" Piroshki roared, rolling his shoulders.
Cell didn't move. Not an inch. His tail lazily curled around the base of his throne, his arms still folded.
Caroni charged forward with an elegant twirl and launched a flurry of spinning kicks — none of which even touched Cell. The instant he got close, a gust of ki pressure blew him backward like a leaf in a hurricane. He tumbled out of the ring, screaming like a banshee, and landed headfirst into the grass with a loud thump.
Piroshki roared and leapt high into the air — only to miss the floating arena entirely, colliding face-first into the side of the platform and sliding down like a cartoon character, leaving a body-shaped dust trail as he fell.
Cell still didn't move.
The Main Event – Mr. Satan vs Cell
Mr. Satan adjusted his cape and slowly entered the arena. He cleared his throat, cracked his knuckles, and stared up at Cell with his most intimidating face. "Y-You may be big… you may be green… but you're no match for the champ!"
Cell blinked again.
Mr. Satan jumped into a wild spinning flurry of "Mega Satan Strikes!" His fists barely reached Cell's abdomen. It was like punching steel. His last blow connected with Cell's chest — and promptly broke two of his knuckles.
Mr. Satan staggered back, shaking his hand. "O-Okay, that was just my warm-up!"
Cell slowly raised his palm and flicked his index finger.
That was it.
BOOM.
The force of the flick sent Mr. Satan flying across the arena like a missile, tumbling end over end before smashing into a nearby hill. A plume of dust rose up from the crater he made upon impact.
The world went silent.
A full thirty seconds passed.
Then…
A shaky hand emerged from the crater, followed by a groan.
"Ha… ha! I'm okay!" Mr. Satan shouted, staggering back up. His afro was lopsided, his nose was bleeding, and his cape was in tatters. "Th-that was just a misstep! I slipped on the tile! The sun got in my eyes! Don't worry, folks — I'll be right back!"
He stumbled toward an ambulance gurney and passed out mid-step.
The Z Fighters arrive
A storm gathered on the horizon, but not of weather. Of fate.
The Z Fighters, Saiyans, and their allies arrived as a single unit. Each wore their chosen gi. Each stepped onto the arena with pride and power.
Cell smiled.
"I was starting to think you were afraid."
Goku stepped forward.
"Afraid?" he repeated with a smile. "No. Just making sure we were ready."
The Z Fighters' Reaction
They watched a replay of Mr Satan trying to Fight Cell on 4 Big screens hovering in the 4 corners of the arena
Goku, Piccolo, and the others were standing off to the side of the arena, watching from the shadows of the waiting area. Gohan squinted. "Was he… serious?"
Krillin scratched his head. "That's Mr. Satan… Earth's 'World Champion.' I've seen him on TV. He thinks pro wrestling moves count as martial arts."
Nappa groaned. "Is this what passes for strength on this planet?"
Raditz snorted. "It's like watching a squirrel challenge a dragon."
After Mr Satan was flicked away like a bug
Krillin couldn't stop laughing. "I forgot how ridiculous this guy is!"
Gohan frowned. "He's brave, at least…"
Vegeta scoffed. "He's a clown. A bold clown, but still a clown."
Even Cell, for the first time, let out a soft sigh. "What a waste of time."