temps de lecture : 30 minutes

I'm taking yet another break from working on my fan-art of Trunks versus Cell, and I'm using this free time to test out different AI technologies: Midjourney for image generation, and more recently, ChatGPT for text creation. I have to admit, I tried using Midjourney to generate images of Trunks in Super Saiyan Daï San Dankaï form or Dragon Ball Z-related artwork, but I wasn't impressed. Maybe I didn't have the right prompts, parameters, or styles, but I quickly lost interest. From an artistic perspective, I think I prefer the handmade approach – even with my admitted and accepted amateurism.

On the other hand, with ChatGPT and text creation, I found the results much better and far more engaging, especially for fan-fiction or fan-service involving Trunks in Super Saiyan Daï San Dankaï form, Dragon Ball Z, or anime/manga in general. I sharpened my skills with a small story in light novel style, revisiting a classic battle from Saint Seiya in the anime version – the confrontation between the Bronze Saint Dragon Shiryu and Black Saint Black Dragon. It was a fun, adult, alternative, and even somewhat subversive reread (having the villain win with flair/violence in a non-canon way).

I then followed up by reworking the fight between Trunks in Super Saiyan Daï San Dankaï form and Perfect Cell, right after Vegeta's defeat at the hands of the monster. It's still the defeat of poor Trunks – for now! – but I'll likely offer a radical twist in a future entry, keeping the same starting point but giving Trunks a victory before the tournament even begins! Like the material for my ongoing fan-manga, it's completely non-canon


Chapter 1: The Twilight of the Saiyan Prince

The wind howled across the desolate arena, an island ravaged by the previous battles between the two Saiyans and Dr. Gero's ultimate creation in its various forms. Vegeta, his features tense, wavered on his feet, breathing heavily, blood dripping from his nose after the brutal blow Perfect Cell had just dealt him. The Super Saiyan in his second grade form, despite his immense power(1), seemed no match for this terrifying foe. Cell, with a mocking grin, relished every second of this uneven fight. The once-unshakable arrogance of Vegeta was beginning to crack under the weight of reality.

« – Is this all the prince of Saiyans has to offer? » Cell sneered, a glint of malice in his eyes.

Before Vegeta had a chance to reply, a flash of lightning split the air. The monster had already pivoted to deliver a savage kick to the Saiyan's stomach. The impact echoed like a distant explosion. Vegeta was hurled through the sky like a cannonball, his speed beyond comprehension. His body, though strengthened by the transformation, was nothing more than a toy in Cell's hands.

Trunks(2), watching the scene from the sky alongside Krillin, clenched his fists. « Vegeta...! »

But the battle wasn't over. Capitalizing on Vegeta's momentum, Cell appeared suddenly behind him in a fraction of a second. His elbow came crashing down with chilling precision on Vegeta's back, using the Saiyan's own velocity to amplify the force of the strike. A terrifying crack reverberated through the air, leaving the spectators frozen in fear and helplessness. Was it Vegeta's armor shattering under the blow, or his bones? The doubt lingered, but one thing was clear: the Saiyan was defeated.

Vegeta's body slammed into the ground, creating a deep crater where he landed. His golden hair, the symbol of his Super Saiyan pride, slowly reverted to its natural black as his energy faded. Unconscious, the prince of Saiyans now lay at the mercy of his enemy.

Cell landed next to his beaten foe, gazing down with a strange sense of admiration. « Still alive, Vegeta? Incredible... I must congratulate you. »

He extended his right arm, a deadly energy sphere forming at his palm's edge, ready to finish off the prince once and for all. The glow of the kikoha gradually illuminated the crater, as Vegeta's fate seemed sealed.

But an inner scream rang out – not a sound, but a silent explosion of determination. Trunks, still in the air, stared wide-eyed at the scene, shocked by the brutal end to the battle. His father, his idol, had been reduced to a broken puppet. How could it have come to this? Krillin, beside him, felt the weight of the impending disaster.

« – Trunks! You have to do something, or Vegeta will...! » Krillin began, his voice filled with urgency.

But Krillin didn't have time to finish. He realized, stunned, that Trunks was already beginning his own transformation. His body trembled as he channeled an enormous amount of ki through every muscle, every fiber of his being. The golden aura surrounding him flared even brighter, almost becoming tangible–a living flame that rose into the sky.

« – Tr... Trunks??... » Krillin murmured, bewildered by the overwhelming power he suddenly sensed.

Trunks' hair, tied in a ponytail, was released as the energy tore through and burned the fabric that held it together. His hair grew in volume, the tips spiking upwards. His aura, a radiant gold, danced around him like an uncontrollable wildfire, scattering sparks of ki in all directions. Bolts of energy crackled around him, signs of the immense power coursing through his body. His eyes rolled back under the strain of the transformation, pain blending with rage. Every muscle in his body swelled, his stature changing before Krillin's eyes. Trunks was no longer the same. He now embodied the Super Saiyan in his third grade form, a raw power pushed to its absolute peak.

Cell, down below, felt this sudden surge of ki. His head turned toward Trunks, intrigued, then surprised. There, in the sky, stood a warrior with a towering physique, radiating a power that seemed to rival Cell's own.

The battle had taken an unexpected turn. The fallen prince lay on the ground, but his son, enraged and transformed, was preparing to face the creature that had defeated his father. The wind stilled, and silence fell. A new fight was about to begin, and this time, Trunks was ready to settle the score.


Chapter 2: The Hour of Confrontation

Trunks breathed slowly, calmly. His body, still wrapped in that powerful golden aura, began to relax. His eyes, which had rolled back during the transformation, returned to a normal expression. He flexed his fingers, clenching and unclenching his fists to test the sensation of this new form. The Super Saiyan in its third grade wasn't just an increase in power – it was a total metamorphosis of his entire being.

Krillin, standing a few meters away, looked at Trunks with a mix of admiration and fear. This transformation radiated such an immense power(3) that it was almost terrifying. « Trunks... are you... are you sure you're okay? » he asked hesitantly, his voice betraying the concern he felt in the face of such raw strength. But how can Saiyans do this... he wondered, thinking back to their race's Ōzaru form, then to Goku's Super Saiyan transformation on Namek, and Vegeta's second grade Super Saiyan...

Each evolution was more impressive and terrifying than the last.

Trunks turned his head slightly toward Krillin, a confident smile forming on his lips. « Yes, Krillin, I'm perfectly fine. »

Without further hesitation, Trunks slipped his hand beneath his armor, searching for something. He pulled out a senzu bean and tossed it to Krillin with assurance. « Take this, » he said in a calm voice. « Get my father to Master Roshi's place and give him the senzu as soon as possible, please. »

Krillin nodded, staring at the bean in his hand, but couldn't help asking, still worried, « Of course. But... what about you, Trunks? Do you... do you have another one for yourself? »

A smile played on Trunks' lips, filled with unwavering confidence. « I'll be fine. I won't need it, » he replied with certainty. « I'm going to win. » His words rang with absolute conviction, as if failure wasn't even a possibility in his mind.

From the ground, Cell watched the scene, his eyes fixed on Trunks, assessing the young Saiyan. Is this really the same Trunks I encountered in my timeline? he wondered, perplexed by the stark difference. This Trunks seemed far more powerful, much more self-assured. Cell could already sense that Trunks' potential was not yet fully unleashed. What power! His potential is immense!

Trunks' overwhelming confidence wasn't an act – he truly believed his strength would be enough to crush Cell. He glanced at Krillin one last time, signaling him to leave, before gently lowering himself to the island below, where Cell stood waiting. Trunks knew that in this state, survival wasn't even a question. As he floated through the air, a torrent of thoughts raced through his mind, now fully focused on the imminent battle, unable to stop envisioning his victory. Cell doesn't stand a chance, he repeated to himself. Every cell in his body vibrated with that certainty.

When his feet touched the ground, his thick, stormy aura kicked up clouds of dust and gravel, slightly unsettling the already ravaged terrain of the island. He then retracted the ki aura around him, compressing it within his body, and a small shiver ran through him, giving him an almost euphoric sensation–something intimate, a pleasure he had never felt before from something as simple as suppressing his aura. This sense of absolute control, of mastery over his own body, was intoxicating. Trunks gave a slight smile. Everything within him radiated quiet confidence. With firm resolve, Trunks took a step toward his enemy.

Trunks' gaze locked onto Cell, who still stood beside Vegeta's unconscious body. Trunks inhaled deeply, his eyes glowing with determination, and spoke with a firm, unwavering voice, « Cell... I'm going to kill you. »

Cell smirked, amused by Trunks' sudden confidence. « Oh, really? » he sneered mockingly. « And where does this newfound confidence come from, dear Trunks? » The irony in his voice was evident, and he hadn't moved an inch, as if still dismissing Trunks' threat as insignificant.

Trunks moved forward slowly, each step grounding his confidence further. With every meter he covered, he took the time to feel his muscles tensing and relaxing. He shrugged his shoulders to adjust the straps of his armor, raised his arms, stretching his shoulders, and rotated them slightly to align his body with his new, bulkier musculature. His broad shoulders, massive chest, the thickness of his thighs and biceps were perfectly honed for battle. With each movement, he felt the contact of his armor around his torso and the friction of the tight fabric against his skin on his arms and legs, the air flowing through the rare gaps where the elasticity of his suit couldn't cling to his skin.

He felt every part of himself with newfound clarity: the width of his hips, the thickness of his massive thighs, the tension in his swollen muscles under his suit. His mind wandered briefly, almost amused by the fleeting satisfaction he felt, even in the most intimate corners of his being, as the powerful beat of his heart sent blood coursing through his body – a physical thrill that bordered on unsettling, as if amplified by this transformation. Trunks was already imagining the thrill of victory. After Cell, it'll be 17 and 18's turn as soon as I return to my timeline. The possibilities stretched out before him, fueling his Saiyan warrior spirit.

Cell, meanwhile, turned his body toward the Saiyan and finally began to move, still smiling, walking with a calm and assured stride. The fact that he had turned his back on Vegeta without finishing him off confirmed that he had left the prince to his fate. The two titans closed the distance between them, their gazes never wavering. Both were sizing the other up, without a word.

They met halfway. Now almost the same height thanks to his transformation, Trunks could meet Cell's gaze at eye level. Trunks no longer resembled the fragile young man he once was; he saw himself as the Nemesis of the androids. For several long seconds, they stood, wordlessly measuring each other's strength, locked in a silent duel of will.

The world around them seemed frozen, suspended in anticipation of the inevitable explosion of power that was about to erupt.


Chapter 3: The Trial of Strength

The heavy silence between the two opponents lasted only for a moment. Cell, a predatory grin on his face, took the initiative. Without a word, he lunged forward with blinding speed, launching his right foot towards Trunks – exactly as he had done to send Vegeta flying minutes earlier. But Trunks, with his warrior instincts honed, dodged with agility. In a perfectly executed backflip, he evaded Cell's strike, landing smoothly on his feet.

Wasting no time, Trunks launched himself forward, his fist drawn back, ready to strike. The air around him vibrated as he charged toward the monster with all his might. But Cell, with an almost inhuman precision, dodged by ducking slightly, letting Trunks' fist sail just centimeters past his face and shoulder.

The two combatants were now fully engaged, their movements a blur of power and speed, testing the limits of their strength and skill.

Taking advantage of the opening, Cell positioned himself beneath the Saiyan, his feet firmly planted on the ground, and clenched his fist. The punch shot out like a bullet, sinking deep into Trunks' stomach. The force of the blow deformed the Saiyan's armor, allowing Cell's fist to burrow up to his wrist into the warrior's tensed muscles. Trunks' eyes widened in shock and pain as the impact lifted him off the ground. A spray of saliva escaped his gaping mouth, a testament to the violence of the strike.

Without giving him a moment to recover, Cell pivoted skillfully on one foot, executing a fluid rotation before landing a powerful kick squarely into Trunks' massive pectorals. The force of the blow sent Trunks hurtling through the air, flying dozens of meters before crashing hard into the rocky ground, skidding several more meters under the weight of his own body.

For a few seconds, silence followed. Trunks, breathing heavily, felt his body stabilize after the rough slide on his back and elbows. Despite the devastating appearance of the attack, he was surprised to realize he had hardly felt anything. His battle armor had absorbed part of the shock, but what surprised him the most was the resilience of his own body. His hypertrophied muscles had dissipated much of the impact, rendering him nearly immune to the pain. A smile crept onto his lips. This is convenient, he thought.

Lying on his back, Trunks wasted no time. He rolled with agility and sprang to his feet with a powerful leap just as Cell was already descending upon him from the sky. The monster had no intention of giving him a breather. Another blow came crashing down on him, and once again, Trunks absorbed the hit while retreating a few meters, barely feeling the impact but feigning a grimace of pain.

Thus began a rapid exchange, a flurry of attacks and defenses where neither opponent could gain the upper hand. Their fists collided, and their strikes sliced through the air with staggering precision and force. Every impact sounded like a clap of thunder, shaking the ground beneath them. Trunks and Cell seemed locked in a brutal dance, neither one yielding an inch of ground.

Minutes passed, the pace of the fight intensifying, but neither fighter found a decisive opening. Finally, with a movement faster than lightning, Cell drove a vicious elbow into Trunks' right pectoral. The impact sent the Saiyan flying backward, skidding several meters away.

Meanwhile, at a safe distance from the battlefield, Krillin – watching from his hiding spot–decided it was time to act. He discreetly circled the island, his small figure slipping between rocks and debris, until he reached the crater where Vegeta lay unconscious. Krillin glanced toward Trunks, worried. But when their eyes met, the young Saiyan gave him a quick wink, a subtle signal that he was holding his own – and that Krillin could safely tend to Vegeta.

Wasting no time, Krillin nodded and approached the prince of the Saiyans. Carefully, he slung Vegeta's arms over his shoulders and lifted him, the prince's heavy body sagging against him. The task was difficult, but Krillin understood the importance of this moment. He couldn't leave Vegeta behind. Hoisting the unconscious Saiyan onto his back, Krillin quickly flew off, heading toward Master Roshi's island, where he knew Vegeta could recover safely.

Even in the heat of battle, Trunks noticed his friend taking off with his father draped over his shoulder. A wave of relief washed over his mind. He had successfully distracted Cell long enough for Krillin to secure Vegeta's safety.

But now, it was his turn. Facing him, Cell was still smiling wickedly. The Saiyan, now catching his breath, felt his heart pounding with renewed intensity. He clenched his fists, his gaze alight with unshakable determination.

It was time to show Cell what he was truly capable of. In a calculated move, Trunks allowed himself to be struck, intentionally breaking the rhythm of the fight. He was once again sent crashing to the ground, sliding until he collided with and shattered a rocky outcrop, bringing his momentum to a halt.

But instead of lying still, Trunks rose slowly, the dust settling around him. His muscles tensed, and a powerful aura flared up, brighter and more intense than before. He had taken the hit on purpose to prepare for what was coming next. This time, the tables would turn.


Chapter 4: The Pride of the Saiyans

Trunks stood up slowly, his movements filled with a newfound serenity. He even took the time to carefully dust off his backside, his thighs, and the front of his armor. Each gesture, calculated, was a demonstration of calm and control. Deep inside, he knew he was nowhere near tapping into his full potential. At that moment, he might have been using only a third(4.1), or even a quarter, of the power granted to him by his transformation into Super Saiyan Daï San Dankaï.

He smiled inwardly as he reignited his aura. It intensified around his body like an uncontrollable flame, pushing away the dust and gravel in a whirlwind of force. The air around him thickened under the pressure of his ki.

A heavy silence settled in, broken only by the crackling of Trunks' energy. But Cell, still smiling, shattered the calm with his mocking tone.

« – So, it's just us now. Vegeta's safe, and you can drop the act, » he said, a sneer spreading across his lips.

Trunks, trying to maintain his composure, couldn't help but show a brief expression of surprise. But that reaction lasted only a second. His face quickly regained its cold focus. He scrutinized Cell cautiously before asking, « You knew? But... I didn't think you'd let him go. Why did you allow it? »

Cell shrugged slightly. « That wreck? What difference does it make? Trash has no interest for me, » he replied calmly. « What amuses me now is what's standing in front of me–a new source of entertainment. »

The silence returned. Though Trunks remained still, he could feel the tension rising between them. His muscles tensed, and the veins in his temples became more prominent under the pressure of the energy boiling within him. His gaze bore into Cell's, filled with determination. « I'm here to end all of Dr. Gero's creations, and you will be no exception. »

Cell, not losing his smug smile, responded nonchalantly, « I'm here to prove the superiority of my perfect body. I'm finally going to understand the full extent of its power. »

These words made Trunks grit his teeth. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked. Then, with a guttural roar, he unleashed all of his ki, an explosion of energy that made the air around them tremble. His already impressive body began to grow even larger. His muscles swelled to titanic proportions. He now towered over Cell by a full head, almost two(4.2). The aura surrounding him crackled violently, shooting bursts of ki in all directions like a volcano ready to erupt.

Trunks, towering in his colossal form, stood triumphant. His heavy breathing marked the end of this ultimate transformation. He raised his left fist – thumb pointing upward – highlighting his newfound massive stature, without caring that he was unintentionally imitating his father. « Look, Cell... Here it is... This is the true power of the Saiyans, my true power. »

Far off in the distance, Krillin, who was quickly making his way toward Master Roshi's house, felt a shiver run down his spine. Even from that far away, he could sense the immense ki radiating from Trunks. He decided to stop on a small deserted island nearby, laying Vegeta down on the ground. Trunks' ki was too overwhelming to ignore. Krillin wanted to follow the fight, feeling as though he could imagine every move just by sensing the shifts in energy.

Meanwhile, Cell remained unfazed. He observed this transformation with an amused expression. After a long silence, he let out a small laugh, which echoed through the air. « Impressive, truly... indeed, you are far stronger than me..., »(5) he finally said, his smile widening. « But despite all that strength, all that power... you will never defeat me. Never. In any way. »

Trunks, still reveling in this new form, was initially surprised. Cell's words left him speechless. How could this creature still be so confident in the face of such an overwhelming display of power? But that moment of doubt lasted only an instant. Trunks shook his head, quickly regaining his composure.

He chuckled, unable to hold it back, trying to restrain himself. « You must be delusional, Cell, that doesn't even make sense. Is this your way of trying to throw me off? » he asked, raising an eyebrow, as if annoyed. « Ridiculous! You know just as well as I do that I'm way beyond anything you can handle. » His voice was filled with immense pride.

« – This time, Cell, you're not getting away, » he declared, locking eyes with the perfect being, brimming with certainty.

« – You've got some nerve... » Cell muttered, wearing an enigmatic smile. There was a cold certainty in his gaze, as if he held a crucial piece of knowledge that Trunks was unaware of.


Chapter 5: The Clash of Titans

The heavy silence exploded suddenly, shattered by Trunks' roar as he charged at full speed toward Cell. This time, his fist connected with devastating force, striking the monster square in the jaw. Cell was sent flying, spinning uncontrollably through the air, his body seemingly losing all stability. However, with the help of his wings, he managed to right himself, escaping into the sky, slicing through the air with disconcerting speed.

But Trunks wasn't finished. Determined to give his opponent no chance to recover, he shot after him. When he caught up, he thrust his left hand forward, launching a kikoha directly at Cell, immediately following it with another blast from his right hand. A relentless barrage of energy spheres rained down upon the creature. In a split second, Trunks unleashed thirty – if not more – kikohas, each explosion engulfing the sky in a storm of flames and thick clouds of black smoke.

The sky itself seemed to tremble under the intensity of the attack.

The successive impacts created a storm of fire. The atmosphere seemed to vibrate under the power of the explosions, and the sky around them was shrouded in a burning cloud of ash. Trunks paused for a moment, suspended in the air, staring at the cloud in front of him. His breathing, still calm despite the intensity of the battle, reflected his certainty that he had delivered a decisive blow.

But as the smoke began to clear, a shiver of uncertainty ran through the Saiyan. The sky, now clear again, showed no trace of Cell. Trunks frowned, slightly surprised. What does this mean!? Where is he? Could I really have disintegrated him with such a simple technique? It seemed improbable.

Before he could react, a sudden and brutal strike propelled him forward. A kick, from behind, literally booted his firm rear with stunning force. The monster had taken advantage of the smoke screen to silently maneuver around him, his wings acting as a stealthy veil.

But Trunks was not the type to stay vulnerable for long. Without wasting time, he regained his composure mid-air, turning smoothly. He mirrored Cell's move, quickly flanking the monster and returning the favor: a sharp kick to the back that sent Cell flying forward. Trunks, his face showing growing excitement, had no intention of stopping there.

As Cell shot forward in a straight line, Trunks outpaced him, intercepting him with a powerful punch to the cheek, stopping his momentum cold. The exchanges grew fierce. Trunks, chaining blow after blow, felt a surge of unprecedented excitement. Each strike of his fists on Cell's body echoed through the air like thunder. The sound of his chitinous exoskeleton being struck amplified this exhilarating sensation. A mixture of adrenaline and pleasure began to overtake him. He unleashed his full strength, without holding back.

A smirk of satisfaction crossed his face as he began charging ki into his right fist. He knew this blow would be decisive. « Super God Hammer Fist! » he roared as his ki-charged fist slammed into the center of Cell's chest, aiming directly at what had seemed like his weak point in his second form–a near-triangular piece in the middle of his torso. Cell doesn't stand a chance, he thought, as the impact made the air around them tremble. But Trunks wasn't done yet.

The monster seemed indeed dazed. Without retreating, Trunks immediately unleashed a powerful kikoha that struck Cell head-on, sending him hurtling toward the ground. The creature's body slammed into the earth with immense force, creating a crater at the point of impact. The explosion of the kikoha echoed across the island, shaking it violently and hurling debris in every direction.

Trunks, hovering in the sky, his back straight and arms crossed, observed the scene in silence. His face radiated unshakable confidence. This time, he felt certain that Cell would not rise again.

But against all expectations, a silhouette slowly emerged from the dust and rubble. Cell, barely scratched, stood up with unnerving nonchalance. He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, spitting out a mixture of saliva and blood. His gaze remained as cold as ever, but his smile hadn't disappeared.

« – I warned you, dear Trunks. No matter how much power you unleash, you will never defeat me, » he reiterated, a hint of mockery in his voice.

Frustration surged through Trunks. His teeth clenched, his face tightening in anger. How could this be possible? He had just unleashed an attack of phenomenal strength, yet Cell still stood there, almost unscathed, and had the audacity to taunt him!

The tension escalated visibly. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked once more. The golden aura surrounding his body flickered more wildly, pulsing with energy, reflecting his inner fury. Bolts of ki sporadically crackled around him, mirroring the storm of emotions brewing in his mind.

Trunks' anger was no longer directed solely at Cell. It was also turned inward, against himself, against this power that, despite its magnitude, still seemed insufficient to bring down this foe. Meanwhile, the monster's smug smile never wavered, as though he relished every moment of his opponent's frustration.

Trunks, his eyes glowing with a mix of determination and rage, knew he had to give it his all to finally break this enemy.


Chapter 6: The Trial of Body and Mind

Trunks didn't realize it, but his entire body was already overheating, every fiber of his being trembling under the strain. His combat suit, once a bright royal blue at the start of the battle, had now darkened in many areas due to sweat, clinging to his skin instead of brushing against it. But it wasn't just his body that was subtly weakening – it was his mind. His ego and pride had, for some time now, overtaken his ability to think and analyze.

Ignoring the warning signs, Trunks launched himself at Cell once again, determined to finish the fight. His initial punches hit their mark, each impact resonating powerfully through the air. But soon, Cell adapted. His movements became more fluid, more precise. He began to block Trunks' punches, then dodge them with ease. Trunks paused briefly, somewhat bewildered by what was unfolding before his eyes...

The exchange of blows resumed, but something had changed. Trunks, though still powerful, was beginning to lose precision. His strikes, once sharp, were now missing their target by mere millimeters. Then by a few centimeters. Gradually, Cell gained the upper hand. His speed and agility surpassed Trunks' – forcing him to fall back, increasingly on the defensive. Cell's punches, ever faster and more precise, hammered into Trunks' bulky forearms, leaving him with no choice but to block and protect himself with his body.

The pace of the fight quickened, and Trunks began to realize there was a serious problem. His movements felt slower, more laborious. He was already spending more time defending than attacking. Despite his efforts to regain the upper hand, nothing was working. Fatigue was setting in, his forearms growing numb from taking so many blows, but his pride pushed him to keep going, to fight on at any cost.

Cell, with his ruthless precision, immediately spotted this weakness. As Trunks shielded himself behind his arms – nearly pinned to his chest and face – Cell, quick as lightning, delivered a brutal kick to his side. The searing pain in his thigh forced Trunks to instinctively lower his arms, giving Cell an opening. Seizing the opportunity, the monster immediately unleashed a flurry of strikes to Trunks' deltoids and biceps, completely dismantling his defense.

Trunks tried to back away to create some distance and regain control of his arms – still numb from the well-placed blows – but Cell was relentless, following closely and targeting his armor while continuing to strike the insides of his arms. Each hit reverberated through the Saiyan's body, and this time, it wasn't just Cell's strength that worried Trunks. He now fully felt the pain of every impact. Punches hammered into his abdomen, knocking the wind out of him, and a growing sense of panic began to creep in.

The pain was real – intense, even – and it spread through his entire body. His thoughts grew muddled, searching desperately for a way out, a way to regain control. But with every passing second, Cell tightened his grip on the fight. A deep punch to his stomach left him gasping for air, followed by a left hook to the cheek, then a straight right to his nose. Trunks tried to steady himself, but his movements were becoming increasingly clumsy – he was dazed and disoriented.

Trunks' face contorted with panic. Damn! How… how is this possible? His thoughts raced as Cell continued to pummel him relentlessly. Two hooks slammed into his cheeks, one after the other, with terrifying force. Hit by a wave of nausea, Trunks felt the saliva, regurgitated from the blows, pooling behind his clenched teeth. Despite the pain, he refused to open his mouth. The saliva filled it completely, even reaching the back of his throat. Unable to hold it any longer, he spat it out in one motion, ruining the brief pause Cell had allowed for such a trivial act. Before Trunks could gather himself, the monster struck again, this time with the palm of his hand under Trunks' chin, violently snapping the Saiyan's head back and exposing his chest.

And in that exact moment, in chilling synchronization, Cell drove his elbow mercilessly into Trunks' chest. The blow sank deep into the gap between his pectorals(6), driving downward into his flesh with brutal force. The pain was blinding, radiating through his entire body. Under the impact, Trunks' eyes crossed, his lips curled, and his mouth twisted into a grotesque grimace, opening wider and wider. His breath was cut off, and a silent scream escaped him, followed by a thick stream of blood that gushed from his mouth for the first time.

The shock coursed through his entire being, not just physically, but mentally as well. The harsh reality of his situation hit him with full force. He wasn't invincible. Despite all his power, all his arrogance, he was beginning to understand that Cell wasn't just an opponent he could defeat with sheer brute force. He had underestimated the monster's technique, mastery, and cunning.

Trunks staggered, his breath shallow, his body battered. He looked at Cell, his face twisted in frustration and pain. The golden aura that had once danced around him so brightly was now dimming, and every movement he made to try and escape Cell–even for just a few seconds–became heavier, more difficult. Cell, on the other hand, continued to watch him with that smug smile, like a predator toying with its prey.

The real battle for Trunks had just begun.


Chapter 7: The Approach of Defeat

With terrifying precision, Cell's fist swept in a wide arc from the ground upwards, violently striking the Saiyan warrior under the jaw. Blood-tinged saliva sprayed from between Trunks' clenched teeth, ejected as if under pressure. In the same millisecond as the impact, his aura dissipated with a sharp crack that blended with the sinister sound of his lower jawbone snapping. The strike was brutal, launching Trunks into the air in a curved trajectory. His body flew a hundred meters above the island before crashing down with a deafening impact, bouncing and tumbling across the ground. Each collision with the rocky terrain shattered stones and gouged deep furrows in the earth. Finally, Trunks' chaotic descent ended in the crater where – an hour earlier – his father, Vegeta, had met the end of his own battle.

Trunks, dazed and in pain, tried to stand but had to rest his trembling hands on his knees halfway up. His short, ragged breathing betrayed the state of his body, exhausted by Cell's relentless attacks. He took a few seconds to assess the damage. Every inch of his once-impressive, powerful body in this Super Saiyan Daï San Dankaï form was marked by Cell's strikes. Deep imprints of fists and feet marred his hypertrophied muscles, like hollow scars from a battle he was slowly losing.

His armor, once a symbol of pride, now looked like a misshapen wreck. The horizontal ridges of the chest plate had been twisted and warped under Cell's merciless blows. Each hit from the monster had bent the material, delivering its force directly into Trunks' muscle tissue.

As Trunks lifted his head to peer over the edge of the crater, he saw Cell walking toward him with calm, unwavering steps. The creature moved with terrifying confidence, as if he knew the battle was already won. Trunks tried to keep his composure, but frustration swelled inside him like an unquenchable fire.

I can't lose, not like this... he thought desperately.

With a final burst of pride, he reactivated his aura, a golden flame reigniting around him. He drew from his last reserves of ki, convinced that more power was the key to victory. The dents in his muscles seemed to disappear as his body expanded once more, and his armor regained its original shape, like a fabric being smoothed out. His ki erupted with such intensity that the crater around him vanished, sending a shockwave through the ground in every direction. The already devastated island crumbled further under the force of his power surge.

But in his blind rage, Trunks failed to realize a crucial fact: this new surge of power made him even slower and less precise. His muscles swelled so much that they began to hinder his movements. The sheer weight of his body was becoming a burden.

Without further thought, Trunks charged at Cell, determined to strike with all his might. But he hit nothing but the ground, his punch obliterating a rock where Cell had stood just moments earlier. Trunks stood back up, panting heavily, sweat pouring from his face. He spun frantically, searching for his opponent–behind him, to the left, to the right, and behind him again.

Cell, with terrifying ease, reappeared behind him. With a swift and precise strike, he hit Trunks on the temple with the outer edge of his hand – a clean blow that left Trunks paralyzed by the shock. His body froze, his mind reeling, vision blurred. Had his brain really just bounced around inside his skull? The pain overwhelmed him, but it was nothing compared to what came next.

In an instant, Cell locked him in a perfectly executed armbar. Trunks' hypertrophied muscles, so impressive in appearance, became a liability. Their exaggerated size restricted movements that would otherwise be natural for an ordinary person, amplifying the pain of the hold. Trapped, his own body had become a torture chamber. The pressure on his arm was unbearable, and panic surged within him like never before.

His eyes, usually filled with determination, began to brim with tears. The pain, frustration, and – most of all – the helplessness in the face of such a simple yet effective technique overwhelmed him. He tried to resist, but every movement only intensified the agony. Once again, the aura around his body dissipated, but this time it faded slowly, as if the Saiyan was running out of ki entirely.

Cell, without a shred of mercy, tightened his grip even further, a mocking smile on his lips. Trunks panted, desperate, his groans growing quieter with each passing moment. He had never imagined the fight would turn out this way – that the very body he had so proudly flaunted would become the instrument of his own downfall.

Tears welled up more and more, burning his eyes as his mind began to falter. He was on the verge of breaking.

« – So, my dear Trunks, is this all you've got? » Cell whispered, his cold breath echoing in Trunks' ears. « All that power… just to end like this? »

Those words echoed in Trunks' mind, slowly breaking his spirit. He realized he had made a fatal mistake: believing that brute strength alone would be enough to defeat Cell. His ego had led him to this moment, to this state of absolute vulnerability.

For the first time since his battle against Androids 17 and 18 in his timeline when he was just a teenager, Trunks truly felt weak.


Chapter 8: The Descent into Hell

Cell suddenly released his hold on Trunks, but this liberation didn't offer the young Saiyan any respite. Almost immediately, a powerful punch struck his cheek. Time seemed to slow down. Trunks saw saliva mixed with blood burst from the corners of his lips, scattering in the air like a slow, red mist. His body, heavier than ever in this overgrown form, still resisted the blow; he did not fall. But his feet slid across the rock, carving two deep trenches over several meters. Despite it all, he remained standing.

Cell, relentless, resumed his barrage of attacks without mercy. A blow to the left cheek, then another to the stomach. Then again to the right cheek, the stomach, and finally, the nose. Each strike echoed in the air like a muffled explosion. Though seemingly unshaken, Trunks was being dragged several meters with each new hit. His boots dug into the ground like a desperate anchor, his back straight, refusing to fall. Yet his body screamed in pain with every impact, but his spirit still refused to surrender.

The final punch to his abdomen was the one that shattered Trunks' stoic resilience. He doubled over, a silent scream stifled by the overwhelming pain coursing through his body. Instinctively, he clutched his stomach, feeling a wave of agony rippling through his insides. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, his mouth hanging open as though he might vomit his guts at any moment. He nearly collapsed to his knees under the sheer weight of the pain.

But Cell, like a war machine, did not relent. Before Trunks could fully buckle and hit the ground, the monster crouched in front of him, bracing on his arms, and in one swift, precise motion, delivered a double kick to his chest. The Saiyan was sent flying into the air, his body soaring through the sky in a posture and trajectory eerily similar to the one Vegeta had taken before him.

In that brief moment when Trunks was suspended mid-air, a thought struck him like a hammer: Am I… am I going to end up like my father?

But despite the panic overtaking him, his body refused to respond. He felt powerless, unable to defend himself, to fight back, or even to try to reposition. He finally understood why his father had made no attempt. The void pulled at him, but that void was quickly filled by Cell's looming shadow, who caught him mid-flight.

Without a moment's hesitation, Cell grabbed Trunks by the neck with his left hand and seized the belt of his armor with his right. He held the Saiyan warrior like a sack of potatoes... Then came the first knee strike, brutally sinking into Trunks' stomach, cutting off his already labored breath. Then another, and another. Each impact was more violent than the last, each blow carrying a force greater than the one before.

The final knee strike was so powerful that a bulge formed in Trunks' back from the shockwave rippling through his body. Trunks let out a scream, an inhuman howl that echoed through the air. It was a cry of agony, the sound of a warrior being slowly reduced to helplessness. Cell no longer held him, and though Trunks wasn't using his ability to fly, he didn't fall. Gravity seemed powerless against the shockwave that continued to pull him upward...

Cell, his gaze cold and calculating, raised both fists above his head, joining them in a hammer-like position. With relentless force, he brought them crashing down on Trunks' back, sending the young warrior hurtling violently toward the ground. Trunks' body plummeted at an incredible speed, and the resulting impact shook the entire island.

The earth rose beneath the force of the collision, another explosion echoing as what remained of the mountains trembled. The ground cracked open around the point of impact, sending shards of rock flying in all directions. A massive cloud of dust billowed into the sky, obscuring the scene for several long seconds.

The silence that followed was deafening. Nothing moved. Even the wind, which had been blowing just moments before, had stilled, as if frozen by the horror of what had just occurred. Trunks lay somewhere beneath the pile of shattered rock, lost in the overwhelming destruction.

The once-proud and powerful young Saiyan was now crushed beneath the weight of reality. He had believed that sheer brute strength would be the key to his victory, but against Cell, that strength had proven to be nothing but an illusion. The fight was no longer about raw power; it had become a painful lesson on the true nature of battle, endurance, and spirit.

And in that moment of silence, as the dust began to settle, only the pain remained–along with the frustration, and the echo of a cry of despair that still hung in the air.


Chapter 9: The Admission of Defeat

After a long moment of silence, broken only by the sound of the last rocks tumbling down from the sky where they had been thrown, Trunks miraculously managed to rise from beneath the layer of rubble that had fallen on him. Every movement cost him an enormous effort–the kind of effort only a Saiyan could muster in such a pitiful state. His body, though still in its hypertrophied Super Saiyan Daï San Dankaï form, was now but a shadow of its former self. Blood trickled from his nose and seeped from his split lips. His eyes, deeply sunken, betrayed the exhaustion and pain that consumed him. The aura around his body had faded completely. And yet, he remained standing, even though his arms hung limply by his sides, as if they were no longer capable of responding to the slightest command.

His gaze, drained of all pride, turned toward the sky. High above, Cell still floated, motionless, watching his opponent with icy condescension. The monster, physically dominant, looked down on him–both literally and figuratively. Finally, Cell decided to descend, landing about fifty meters from Trunks, a sneer on his lips. Trunks, torn between the relief of seeing the barrage of blows stop and the fear of Cell's next unpredictable move, remained motionless. His thoughts were muddled, but he knew the next strike could very well be the last.

Cell mocked him, his voice dripping with scorn, a condescending laugh echoing in the air. « You only relied on the new strength you gained from transforming! Such naivety. You're nothing but a clueless child, Trunks. »

Out of breath, Trunks gritted his teeth, but his arms remained limp, and he was in no position – nor had the strength – to offer any kind of reply. Another devastating shockwave radiated from Cell. The island, already ruined by their battle, trembled once more under the monster's rising power. Cell's body swelled under the pressure, his muscles grotesquely expanding. His thick chitinous skin seemed to crack under the strain of the enormous muscles beneath. His imposing form now eerily mirrored Trunks' Super Saiyan Daï San Dankaï. After all, Cell possessed the DNA of the greatest Saiyan warriors – Vegeta and Son Goku – and it seemed he was able to replicate their transformations.

« – You see, Trunks, » Cell began, casting a disdainful glance at his own body, « this form… any fool can achieve it. It's nothing special. Just brute strength, without any finesse. »

In a cloud of dust and rubble, Cell rushed at Trunks with surprising speed for his massive build. In an instant, he wrapped his powerful arms around Trunks, locking him in a brutal bear hug. Trunks felt his armor crack under the pressure, twisted by Cell's crushing strength. But worse, he felt his muscles being compressed, every fiber of his body screaming in agony under the relentless hold.

Strangely, this situation triggered an unexpected reaction in the young Saiyan. As his body was compressed under the immense pressure, a grotesque sensation of pleasure coursed through him. It was a purely physical reaction, linked to the sudden and massive displacement of blood in his body – reaching even into his groin. It wasn't a voluntary pleasure, but a final sensory ecstasy – an intimate and shameful stain, marking the culmination of his hubris – adding to the string of humiliations he had just endured.

Cell, his face only inches from Trunks', whispered with contempt, « You're a fool. Brute strength is useless without speed, without agility. That's why you lost. »

With one final squeeze, Cell released his grip and reverted from his transformation. His body returned to its original size, but the smug smile remained on his face. The defeated Saiyan let his own transformation fade, his ki slowly dissipating, as he finally abandoned the form that had cost him so much. His trembling lips uttered the words he had never imagined saying, barely audible, laced with shame and exhaustion.

« – I... I su... I surrender... » he murmured, defeated. This is why my father didn't resort to this transformation. He must have anticipated the problem, he thought. « I have no chance of winning... Kill me! »

Cell, a triumphant smile on his lips, watched as Trunks broke down mentally. He reveled in the Saiyan's submission, savoring every second. Yet, despite his victory, Cell knew this battle – humiliating as it was for Trunks – was not the ultimate proof he sought. Trunks had never been a true rival. He was merely a plaything, a tool to test Cell's own abilities. This fight had not been the ultimate demonstration of his superiority.

« – Amusing? Certainly not. Disappointing? Absolutely, » Cell declared, stepping back slowly. « It's not with opponents like you that I'll prove the absolute superiority of my perfect body. » He turned to leave, but not before casting one last glance at Trunks, relishing the warrior's shattered expression. « I thought fighting you both would be more fun! For now, I'll settle for the terror and frustration in your eyes... »

For Trunks, the defeat was absolute. In this moment of cruel clarity, as Cell walked away in search of a new opponent, Trunks realized that this fight had never been within his reach.

He hadn't become invincible from his training in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, and he had just experienced the most painful lesson of his life.


Notes :
  • (1) The power level of Vegeta's restrained Super Saiyan Daï Ni Dankaï is 600,000,000 (600 million) units. He dominates Cell's second form, which has 800,000,000 (800 million) units, due to his agility and remaining potential. However, when he reaches his full Super Saiyan Daï Ni Dankaï form at 1,200,000,000 (1.2 billion) units, he still stands no chance against Cell's restrained perfect form, which holds a solid 1,500,000,000 (1.5 billion) units,
  • (2) the power level of Trunks' restrained Super Saiyan Daï Ni Dankaï is 550,000,000 (550 million) units, but he controls it more than his father does. His full Super Saiyan Daï Ni Dankaï power reaches 1,300,000,000 (1.3 billion) units – he avoids upsetting his father by not flaunting his slightly superior strength... Though more muscular than the base Super Saiyan form, he still stands at 1.70 meters...
  • (3) the canon power level of this transformation is generally accepted to be around 1,000,000,000 (1 billion) units; in this fanfic, it starts at 2,500,000,000 (2.5 billion) units and continues to increase...
  • (4.1) this first stage sets a (non-canon) power level of 3,100,000,000 (3.1 billion) units, making Trunks' Super Saiyan Daï San Dankaï a stronger fighter than Cell! He stands at 2.10 meters, just barely taller than Cell's 1.95 meters – he also weighs 140 kg, which starts to hinder his movement,
  • (4.2) At full power, Trunks' (non-canon) Super Saiyan Daï San Dankaï power level approaches 8,500,000,000 (8.5 billion) units, his height reaching 2.75 meters and weighing 320 kg, making him a giant compared to Cell!
  • (5) the power level of Cell's perfect form is about 1,500,000,000 (1.5 billion) units in restrained mode and rises to 2,000,000,000 (2 billion) units, or even 3,000,000,000 (3 billion) units when he becomes serious... these values are more or less canon-compliant,
  • (6) in the Namek saga of the anime, when Vegeta fights Final Form Frieza, the tyrant elbows him several times in the chest, right above the joint between the abdominal and pectoral plates of his armor; similarly, in the anime, Cell does the same, driving his elbow into Trunks' chest roughly in the same spot. It's probably just a coincidence in the choreography of these two fights, but knowing that Cell has a portion of Frieza's DNA, I can't help but wonder if it’s a nod from the animators… In any case, it’s an element I wanted to highlight and emphasize a bit more.

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