Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1723 Fusion?

"This can't go on! Mr. Wukong won't be able to hold on!"

Future Trunks was extremely anxious, his mind racing.

His gaze suddenly fell upon the green figure not far away, entangled in a flesh-colored pillar and also on the verge of death—Cell!
A bold, even crazy, idea instantly took shape in his mind.

"Mr. Wukong! Please hang in there a little longer!"

Future Trunks shouted at Goku, then helped up the almost immobile Gohan and rushed towards Cell's location at top speed.

"Hey! Trunks, what are you doing?"

Son Gohan asked weakly, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

"There's no other way, Gohan! We need every resource at our disposal!"

Future Trunks's eyes were resolute.

Even the forces of evil!

He rushed in front of Cell and swung his sword without hesitation. With a flash of light and a few crisp sounds, the flesh-colored pillars that were binding Cell and constantly draining his energy snapped in two!

"Uh... what's going on?"

Cell's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, but freed from the constraints of energy extraction, the faint aura within him, belonging to a perfect life form, began to slowly revive.

He looked up, staring at Future Trunks and Gohan with a mixture of confusion and wariness.

"There's no time for a detailed explanation, Cell!"

Future Trunks pointed the tip of his sword directly at him, his tone urgent and stern.

"Listen! If you want to live, if you don't want to be absorbed by that pink monster outside and become part of him, go help Mr. Goku fight Majin Buu now! This is our only way to survive, and your chance for revenge!"

Upon hearing this, Sharu frowned deeply.

He sensed the little power left in his body, then turned to look at Goku, who was being unilaterally beaten by Cell Buu, and Majin Buu, who had devoured him and subjected him to unprecedented humiliation.

Extreme resentment and the desire to survive intertwined in his heart.

When has Shalu ever suffered such humiliation?

He's the one absorbing others; when will it be his turn to absorb others?

"...Hmph, interesting."

Cell slowly stood up. Although his breathing was unsteady, the arrogance and ruthlessness that belonged to a perfect being returned.

"I have very little strength left. But... it doesn't matter. I must avenge this with my own hands!"

He stretched his stiff limbs, his wings trembled slightly, and then he transformed into a green afterimage, charging towards the battlefield between Goku and Cell Buu with a resolute killing intent!
Seeing Cell join the battle, temporarily relieving some of the pressure on Goku, Future Trunks finally breathed a sigh of relief, though his heart was still pounding.

Releasing Cell would be like drinking poison to quench thirst; this guy is an utterly evil being and the culprit who almost destroyed the world.

But right now, faced with the more terrifying and direct threat of world destruction posed by Majin Buu, they have no choice but to temporarily join forces with the devil.

This is a desperate choice made in a hopeless situation, the only visible, yet highly toxic, breakthrough in a dead end.

Cell's arrival greatly relieved the pressure on Goku, because Majin Buu had weakened once again, returning to the original strength of Mega Buu. Although still strong, he no longer possessed the overwhelming power he had before.

However, Cell didn't have much energy left, and Super Buu wasn't afraid of him.

"Looks like that's not enough. Should we release this one too?"

Gohan and Future Trunks stared at the fat Buu in front of them.

The two exchanged a glance and finally decided to release it. Cell was already at his limit; his energy had been completely depleted during the previous extractions and battles, and he was now fighting only with a sliver of resentment and remaining instincts.

Although Buu's power has declined, he still holds a clear advantage against a depleted Cell and a exhausted Goku.

His rubbery body twisted and deformed, easily deflecting the two men's fierce attacks, and a mocking, cruel smile, like a cat playing with a mouse, even reappeared on his face.

"asshole!"

Cell's attacks failed to break through, and he was repeatedly grazed by Mega Buu's energy blasts, leaving his body charred black. Frustration and anger almost set him ablaze.

He is a perfect life form!

When have I ever suffered such humiliation!
Goku keenly sensed the stalemate and potential danger in the battle. He dodged Buu's crushing punch in a flash, approached Cell, and said in a very fast voice:

"Cell! This can't go on! Let's find a chance to fuse!"

"what?!"

Cell was stunned, almost thinking he'd misheard. Fusion? With this Saiyan monkey? What kind of cosmic joke is this!
"It's a special dance move called fusion!"

Sun Wukong explained eagerly, gesturing clumsily with his hands.

"As long as our movements are perfectly synchronized, we can merge into one person after completing this dance routine! Our strength will increase many times over! The effect can last for thirty minutes!"

Cell: "..."

He stared intently at Sun Wukong, trying to find a trace of a joke on the other's face.

Fusion? Dancing?
Is this guy serious?

The pride cells within him belonging to Vegeta immediately voiced their strongest protest and disdain!

This is simply worse than killing him!
Even Luther, who was observing all of this with great interest, was "amazed" by Sun Wukong's imaginative and unconventional suggestion.

A playful smile curved his lips as he muttered to himself, "Good, very good! This is the kind of fun I want to see! Cell and Goku fused? What kind of monster will be born? Called Cell Goku? Or the awful-sounding Cell Goku? It can't be... Son-Lu, or Cell-Rot, can it? Hahahaha!"

He became increasingly excited.

"impossible!"

Cell practically roared it out, his face filled with resistance and disgust.

Making him do those ridiculous and laughable things is worse than letting him be absorbed again!
"But if we don't do this, he will defeat us again sooner or later and absorb us!"

Sun Wukong pointed at Dai Buu, who was glaring at him and seemed to have sensed something, and began to intensify his attack, his tone serious.

"Do you want to experience that feeling again? Your consciousness trapped in darkness, being gradually digested and replaced?"

Cell fell silent.

Sun Wukong's words were like a cold needle, piercing his deepest fears and humiliations.

He never wanted to experience that feeling again—being absorbed, losing himself, becoming part of someone else's power!

Compared to eternal silence and complete disappearance, temporary and limited humiliation... does not seem entirely unacceptable.

"...Are you sure it's only thirty minutes?"

Cell's voice was low and hoarse, carrying the last vestige of struggle.

"Of course! I don't want to be fused with you forever!"

Sun Wukong answered matter-of-factly, his tone even a little disdainful.

(End of this chapter)