The sky above Earth was clear again — calm, quiet, and deceptively peaceful. Yet beneath that blue expanse, the world was still trembling from the aftershocks of the battle that had nearly destroyed it.
Cell was gone. His existence erased by the combined might of Gohan and Goku. But victory felt hollow. Razor's escape had left behind a sense of unease — a wound no one could heal.
Goku survived as opposed to his death in Cell Games. His survival — a consequence of Razor's interference — changed everything. He trained harder than ever, alongside Vegeta, both warriors silently haunted but still excited by the thought of Razor's raw, monstrous power.
"He wasn't like any threat I've ever faced," Goku admitted one day as they sparred high above the Lookout, sweat dripping from his brow. "He fought like he only lived for it."
Vegeta smirked but didn't disagree. "Next time he returns, I'll be ready. I'll surpass him — and you."
A subtle change was occurring to Vegeta's personality with Goku being alive, they would spar occasionally in the hopes to surpass Razor.
Below them, the world slowly healed. With the Dragon Balls, every life taken by Cell was restored. Android 17 awoke in the tournament location, disoriented but alive. When he learned his sister had been taken by a Saiyan named Razor, his expression hardened — not with rage, but a quiet, simmering worry.
Bulma, ever the genius, managed to repair Android 16, whose body was destroyed but head remained intact. Once reactivated, 16's eyes flickered open, his tone calm as ever. "My new objective is… to protect life."
Together, 17 and 16 found a new purpose. They withdrew from the chaos of cities and battles, settling on a distant island to protect endangered wildlife — a peaceful contrast to the destruction they had once been part of. Yet, whenever the sky glowed faintly golden at sunset, 17's eyes would drift upward, wondering if his sister was still alive somewhere among the stars.
Krillin, though heartbroken, but with no other option eventually accepted what had happened. He trained under Master Roshi once more, harder than he had in years, his quiet determination surprising even his old teacher. "That Saiyan took something from me," Krillin once muttered, fists clenched beneath the rising sun. "But next time… I'll make sure no one takes anything again."
As for Trunks, his duty lay elsewhere. Returning to his future, now armed with newfound power and confidence, he stood against the Androids of his timeline — and this time, there was no struggle. The future of Earth was finally his to protect, and for the first time in his life, he fought not for revenge, but for hope.
Life moved forward. The Earth turned. But somewhere beyond the stars another story was unfolding.
A spaceship floated silently through the void, sleek and alien — unmistakably Razor's own. Two months had passed since the medicinal pod had cradled him in suspended healing, the liquid now completely absorbed.
Inside, Razor stirred. A finger twitched. Then another. His eyes snapped open, sharp and alert. Slowly, painfully, he pushed himself upright — naked, skin slick from the last traces of medicinal fluid. He staggered slightly, muscles screaming with every movement, vision adjusting to the dim light of the room.
From across the chamber, Android 18 stiffened. Her eyes widened, then she quickly looked away, her face flushing a deep crimson. "…Seriously?" she muttered, fumbling for a set of battle armor. "Here. Put this on before you do something stupid."
Razor didn't immediately cover himself. His black eyes scanned the room — the familiar panels, the glowing consoles, the endless expanse of stars outside the viewport. Finally, his gaze returned to her.
"You're awake," she said sharply, crossing her arms. Her tone trembled slightly with a mix of caution and disbelief. "And… why exactly am I here? In your ship?"
Razor's lips curved faintly into a smirk, his voice rough, hoarse, and deliberate. "Ah… you. You came… unintentionally. I didn't have the time to throw you away." He reached for the armor she offered, draping the metallic plates over his body with practiced ease. "I fought the Z-Fighters… Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, everyone present there. I toyed with them, toyed with Cell — played with their strength, pushed them to their limits. But together, Goku and Gohan finally managed to push me back. I paid the price for underestimating them."
He paused, golden eyes flickering with a distant light. "I was injured. Severely. Couldn't finish the fight. Needed to retreat… to survive. And as I left… you came with me. Accidentally, yes, but alive. That should be enough for you."
18's jaw tightened, blue eyes narrowing as disbelief mixed with anger. "You… what? You just… took me? You didn't care at all? You didn't even think about how I'd feel?"
Razor tilted his head, his gaze sharp, calculating, yet strangely calm. "Why should it matter to me whether you care or not? You are irrelevant. I didn't plan to take you — the circumstances simply required it. And now… here we are. Alive. That is all that matters."
She turned sharply, pacing a few steps, fists clenched so tightly her knuckles whitened. "Unbelievable! You drag me across the galaxy for… for what?! A fight? Some twisted game? You don't care about anyone else — your actions have consequences, you know!"
Razor's voice dropped, calm but edged with an almost cold contemplation. "Earth served its purpose. The fight pushed me beyond what I thought I was capable of. Returning now would be pointless. I will heal, train, and find a challenge worthy of my strength. And you… you should be grateful I am not killing you — for now, at least."
Her blush had faded, replaced by fury and incredulity. She spun around, eyes blazing. "So that's it? You're completely self-centered? You fight for your strength alone? You just risked everything — my life, the Earth — and you don't care?"
Razor's expression remained unreadable, his black eyes gleaming as he took a step closer, aura faintly flickering even in his weakened state. "I fight for strength. Everything else… is secondary. You were brought along unintentionally. You live. That is enough for now. The rest… you will survive, or you will not. That is not my concern."
18's arms folded across her chest, jaw tight, as she struggled to maintain her composure. "You're impossible… infuriating… and utterly reckless!" Her voice cracked slightly, a mix of anger, fear, and frustration. "Do you even understand what you've done? Do you understand me? Or am I just some pawn to you?"
Razor's expression remained unreadable, his black eyes sharp and indifferent. "I don't care about you. I don't care about your world. You're alive — that's all that should matter to you. The rest… is meaningless."
The hum of the ship filled the tense silence between them. Razor's body, though still weak, pulsed with latent energy — a dangerous, silent promise of the power lying just beneath the surface. 18's glare met his, a mixture of disbelief, anger.
Outside, the stars drifted silently past, indifferent witnesses to the uneasy alliance forming aboard a ship that carried a warrior of unimaginable strength — and the only being who could, for now, survive him… or contain him.