A sudden, mysterious voice echoed from every direction, catching Cooler off guard, even in his newly transformed Silver Form. He spun around instinctively, eyes scanning the area behind him, but there was no one there.
Whoosh---!
A chill swept across his head like a whisper of wind. Instantly on alert, Cooler snapped his gaze upward.
But the sky was empty and there was nothing there. His senses now razor-sharp, Cooler searched every corner of the battlefield, trying to find the source of the voice.
All he could see was Frieza locked in combat with Cell. A creeping unease took hold. That voice, it came out of nowhere. Who was it?
Cooler tensed, standing his ground, ready for anything.
"Who's there? Show yourself!"
Gone was the composed arrogance he'd worn after achieving his Silver Form. Someone had spoken; he knew he hadn't imagined it.
And then, without warning, a face appeared right in front of him. Cooler instinctively stumbled back, his eyes wide in shock.
"Who are you?!"
His guard shot up. Whoever this was had managed to get this close undetected, even with Cooler's heightened senses after transforming.
Finally, Cooler got a good look.
A man stood before him in a familiar orange martial arts gi, the character (Goku) boldly stamped on his chest.
Cooler's brow furrowed. Something about this man felt… familiar. And yet, he wore a pair of earrings. Potara earrings. The man said nothing. Instead, he casually rolled his shoulders, loosening his arms as if adjusting to a new body.
Cooler's patience snapped. He'd been mocked the moment this stranger showed up. Enough was enough.
Boom---!
Cooler's fingertips crackled with purple energy, and in a surge of fury, he unleashed a barrage of blasts straight at the figure before him.
But that was the moment the stranger got serious.
Swish, Swish, Swish----!
Golden flames erupted around him like the rising sun, blindingly radiant and brimming with divine power. Golden rings of light spiraled around him, spinning like a vortex, distorting space itself, as if they meant to consume everything in their path.
Across the battlefield, Frieza and Cell abruptly halted their fight.
The energy… it was overwhelming.
Frieza narrowed his eyes at the glowing figure, his heart pounding.
"Who the hell is this?!"
Even Cell looked grave, his body stiff as the entire battlefield trembled beneath the sudden pressure. The air itself thickened with raw power. All three, Cooler, Frieza, and Cell, were forced to raise their energy just to remain standing. And yet, the sheer force of this man's presence disintegrated Cooler's blasts before they even reached him.
He stood calmly amidst the swirling golden inferno, his sharp eyes focused inward, sensing the energy now coursing through his veins.
"Impressive… so this is the power of the Potara?" A confident smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Since this is the fusion of Goku and Gohan… I'll call myself Gokhan."
Cooler froze, stunned.
Of course! That familiar energy, It was Goku. And Gohan. Fused into one! Now glowing with the golden aura of a Super Saiyan, Gokhan turned his head, giving Cooler a cold glance.
"I don't care for your lack of respect toward your family… so I'm here to put an end to you."
Whoosh---!
In a flash of light, the golden figure vanished and reappeared instantly at Cooler's side.
Suddenly, a heavy fist burst through Cooler's chest, a punch packed with the power to shatter stars. It was so fast that Cooler didn't even see it coming.
Bang---!
His body shot through the air, flying over a thousand meters before crashing violently into the ground. The impact tore a massive trench through the earth as Cooler's body skidded across it, carving a deep scar in the terrain.
And he kept sliding, still not done.
Just as he started to regain awareness, he realized he was moments away from slamming into a towering mountain behind him.
"Damn you!!!"
"Ugh!! My body won't respond!!" Cooler shouted, eyes wide with rage and disbelief.
"AHHH!!!"
In an instant, silver light flared around him again as he fully unleashed the power of his Silver Form. Just one meter from impact, Cooler managed to halt his momentum, hovering shakily in midair.
But the nightmare wasn't over. Because right in front of him, already waiting, stood the figure who had landed that devastating blow.
Gokhan.
He casually rubbed his thumb under his nose and grinned.
"Heh. I don't know why, but even though King Cold was a villain… you somehow piss me off even more."
Cooler slowly stood upright, his fists clenched.
"This is a family matter! It has nothing to do with you, bastard!!" He roared.
Fury overtaking reason, Cooler launched himself at Gokhan like a wild beast, each step cracking the earth below as he charged with explosive force.
But Gokhan didn't move. He calmly shifted his weight and twisted his torso ever so slightly.
The attack missed.
"Too slow."
Cooler's rage boiled over. He started throwing punches and kicks in a wild flurry, trying everything he had. But Gokhan simply dodged them all, his face relaxed and unimpressed. Cooler was starting to panic, his frustration growing with every miss.
Meanwhile, up in the sky, Frieza and Cell had temporarily ceased their battle to observe the one below.
"Hey, Frieza," Cell said, nudging him with an elbow.
Frieza turned with a raised brow. "Hm?"
"Is this really the best your brother can do?"
Frieza gave a casual shrug. "Who knows? Maybe he's still adjusting to his form. Unlike him, I mastered mine long ago. I told you, I'm a prodigy."
He smirked smugly. "I never trained a day in my life. A bit of effort, and I reach heights others can only dream of."
Cell chuckled dryly. "Is that so? Don't forget, I've got your cells too."
He tilted his head. "I didn't train either. If you're a genius, then maybe… I am too."
Frieza raised an eyebrow, surprised. "You're nothing but a patchwork copy. A counterfeit trying to compare himself to the emperor of the universe?"
The two glared at each other, tension thick in the air.
Suddenly,
Boom!
A silver-white blur came crashing toward them at light speed.
Before either could react,
Crash!!
Cooler's body slammed into both of them, sending all three flying in a heap of limbs and curses.
Whoosh---!
And just like that, Gokhan appeared in front of them again, floating above with an indifferent look on his face. He stared down at them, voice dripping with disdain.
"What's the matter? If you've got something to argue about, go back to Hell and settle it there."
Meanwhile…
Elsewhere on the battlefield, at Majin Buu's location… A strange, monstrous figure had just appeared before him. The creature looked over Buu's round, pink form and muttered in a distorted tone:
"Janemba… Janemba…"
Buu, with his half-lidded crescent eyes, tilted his head. "Hey! Who are you?"
Janemba blinked slowly, repeating: "Janemba… Janemba."
A massive question mark popped over Buu's head. "I asked who you are!"
"Janemba. Janemba!"
As the mist around Janemba thickened, Buu's head started emitting steam of its own. With a frustrated growl, he launched himself straight at the strange new enemy.
(End of Chapter)
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