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Dragon Ball: Perfection

Read the tags. The story will not focus only on Cell. ----- In a lab hidden from the world, the Red Ribbon Army creates Cell Max, a monstrous weapon of untapped potential, left incomplete and dormant. But a wandering soul drifts into this vessel, bringing with it forbidden knowledge, memories of battles, power, and what it means to be truly perfect. As Cell Max awakens, he absorbs this fragmented past, merging with the essence of a once-ordinary life obsessed with strength. With newfound intelligence, cunning, and a burning desire for perfection, Cell Max bides his time, waiting for his release. For him, this is no ordinary life but an evolution, a journey to becoming something unstoppable. And when he’s free, he’ll stop at nothing to fulfill his purpose. ---- This is an AU story, so i will change things and do however i like. But you can suggest things or propose your ideas, i will see if i will implement them or not. there will be multiple povs and i will make shine many characters, obviously cell will be the focus, but take this more like Dragon Ball Kakumei. Don't wine about wrong info or changed things, as this is AU. No smut, romance or other things like that. If you want to se what Cell Max could have become, this is the fic for you. I use ai to proof read and get info, as it makes my work easier. The more the fic gets popularity and Patreon subs, the more i update. The cover and franchise are obviously not mine. Patreon: SaintNull

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Chapter 4: Training and Interference

I really hate rewriting the canon plot so i changed some things.

The next 4 chapters are a like the canon so i added more words, but from the 8 chapter onwards, everything will change as Cell is free.

Thanks for the patience, but this is for those that don't know the plot, or need to remember.

And since these are canon chapters, i will post them in one day, since they are not original.

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Near the Mountains, Secluded Training Grounds

The sun hung high over the mountain clearing, casting sharp shadows on the rocky ground as Piccolo focused, his eyes locked on his young student, Pan.

Her face was determined, her fists clenched, a spark of her father's Saiyan spirit blazing in her eyes. Pan was still young and far from mastering the fighting spirit within her, but with every training session, she took steps toward her potential.

"Alright, Pan," Piccolo said, his tone both calm and challenging, "show me what you've got. Don't hesitate."

Pan nodded, taking a deep breath before lunging forward. Her speed had improved, though still nowhere near her father's or grandfather's level. She threw a punch aimed at Piccolo's chest, and he sidestepped, barely moving. Her follow-up kick was stronger, more focused, but Piccolo blocked it effortlessly.

"Good form," Piccolo said, nodding in approval. "But don't stop. Your energy's strong, but you're holding back. If you're going to defend yourself someday, you need to hit with intention."

Pan's eyes sharpened. She respected Piccolo's teaching, even admired his calm strength. "Right!" she shouted, throwing herself back into the fight with renewed focus. Piccolo met her attack head-on, guiding her strikes with gentle redirections, testing her resilience and control. After several intense minutes, Pan landed a clean kick against his side.

Piccolo smiled, feeling the spark of potential within her grow. "Much better," he said.

Pan grinned back, but before she could respond, Piccolo's expression changed. His antennae twitched, sensing a foreign energy nearby, a powerful one, unlike anything he'd felt before. The air grew tense, his senses sharpened.

"Pan," he said quickly, stepping in front of her protectively. "Stay close to me. We might have company."

....

Some time before.

Deep Within the Red Ribbon Base

Dr. Hedo stood in front of a massive monitor, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the keyboard as streams of data scrolled past. Gamma 1 and Gamma 2 were fully operational, their systems optimized and finely tuned for combat.

Magenta, however, paced behind Hedo, hands clasped behind his back, his impatience apparent in every stride.

"Dr. Hedo," Magenta's voice was sharp, laced with impatience, "it's been weeks, and we're still sitting in this base while the Saiyans roam freely. I didn't pour billions into this project to wait for them to make the first move. I want results."

Hedo adjusted his glasses, keeping his calm demeanor intact. "The Gammas are fully prepared, Magenta. But remember, our primary goal is to avoid attracting attention to the Red Ribbon Army. The last thing we want is to provoke Goku and Vegeta without a strategy in place."

"Enough excuses," Magenta barked. "Our scouts have identified Piccolo, one of Goku's allies, training alone in the mountains. He's isolated. This is the perfect opportunity to show the world what the Red Ribbon Army can do and to send a message to Goku and the rest of them."

Hedo hesitated, sensing Magenta's eagerness to provoke a confrontation. Still, he knew arguing was pointless. "Fine," Hedo said, his tone resigned but firm. "I'll deploy Gamma 1 and Gamma 2. But remember, Magenta, this is a test. We're not starting a war today."

"Understood," Magenta replied, though his eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Send them out."

Hedo turned to the Gammas, who had been listening in silence. "Your mission is simple," he instructed. "Engage Piccolo, gauge his abilities, and report back. Do not cause any unnecessary destruction. We're not here to expose ourselves yet."

Gamma 1 nodded, his expression serious. "Understood, Dr. Hedo. We'll handle it."

Gamma 2, on the other hand, couldn't hide his excitement. "Finally! Some action. Let's show them what we're made of, huh?" He grinned at his counterpart, an almost mischievous energy sparking in his eyes.

Hedo gave a final nod, and the Gammas set out, leaping through the Red Ribbon base's exit with a burst of speed, their sights set on Piccolo's location.

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Back in the Mountains

Piccolo's gaze turned skyward as he felt the two energy signatures approaching, drawing closer with surprising speed. He'd never encountered energy quite like this, refined, artificial, yet incredibly powerful. Whoever these attackers were, they weren't ordinary.

Within moments, Gamma 1 and Gamma 2 landed, their capes billowing as they faced Piccolo. Gamma 1's serious expression contrasted sharply with Gamma 2's eager grin, the two androids cutting an imposing figure against the rocky landscape.

"Piccolo," Gamma 1 said, his voice steady and commanding, "we've come to test your strength. Stand down, and we won't harm the child."

Piccolo's eyes narrowed, his body tensing as he stepped in front of Pan protectively. "I don't know who you two think you are, but if you lay a hand on her, you'll regret it."

Gamma 2 chuckled, rolling his shoulders as if warming up. "That's the spirit! Let's see what you've got, green guy!" And with a burst of speed, he launched himself at Piccolo, throwing a powerful punch.

Piccolo reacted instantly, catching Gamma 2's punch and countering with a swift knee to his midsection. But Gamma 2 merely grinned, twisting out of the hold and launching into a rapid series of strikes, each blow infused with a precision and power that caught Piccolo off guard.

Gamma 1 observed, his eyes focused, analyzing Piccolo's movements and defenses. After a few moments, he joined the fray, his strikes more calculated and measured, forcing Piccolo to split his attention between the two of them. Their synergy was impressive, with Gamma 1's strategic precision complementing Gamma 2's unpredictable energy.

Piccolo found himself struggling. He had sparred against powerful opponents before, but the Gammas were different, precise, relentless, and seemingly aware of his every move. They fought with the calculated efficiency of machines but with the creativity and drive of seasoned warriors.

Pan watched from a safe distance, her fists clenched in frustration as she saw Piccolo being pushed back. She wanted to help, but she knew she'd only be a liability against opponents of this level.

"Don't give up, Mr. Piccolo!" she shouted, her voice carrying across the rocky terrain. "You can beat them!"

Her words sparked something in Piccolo. With a roar, he unleashed a surge of energy, breaking free of the Gammas' combined assault and creating enough space to gather himself. His aura flared around him as he powered up, tapping into the depths of his strength.

Gamma 1 and Gamma 2 paused, momentarily taken aback by the sudden rise in Piccolo's power.

"He's stronger than we anticipated," Gamma 1 observed calmly, his eyes narrowing.

"Good!" Gamma 2 grinned, excitement flashing in his eyes. "Let's kick it up a notch, then!"

The two androids launched forward with renewed intensity, their movements now even faster and more coordinated. Piccolo blocked and countered as best he could, but he was being pushed to his limits. Every time he managed to land a hit, they absorbed it and adapted, their bodies taking the impact without faltering.

As the battle raged on, Piccolo realized he couldn't keep this up much longer. The Gammas' relentless attacks were wearing him down, their combined strategy overwhelming even his best defenses. But he knew he couldn't give up, not with Pan watching, depending on him.

With a final surge of energy, Piccolo pushed back, creating enough distance to execute a rapid escape. He scooped up Pan, who had been watching anxiously, and took to the air, retreating into the dense forest below. The Gammas hesitated, momentarily thrown off by his sudden exit.

Gamma 1 looked at his companion, considering their options. "We'll let him go for now," he said. "Our mission was to test him, and we've seen enough. Let's report back."

Gamma 2 groaned, clearly disappointed. "Fine, but next time, I want a real fight."

As they turned to leave, both androids felt a faint shift in their programming, an echo of doubt. The mission had been straightforward, but something about this encounter had left them unsettled. They couldn't quite place it yet, but in the depths of their systems, a sense of conflict was brewing.

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Back at the Red Ribbon base, Magenta listened as the Gammas reported on Piccolo's strength. Though disappointed they hadn't defeated him, Magenta felt a thrill at the thought of a full confrontation. If Piccolo was this powerful, he wondered how Gohan, Goku, and the others would fare.

Dr. Hedo, however, grew increasingly uneasy as he listened to Magenta's response. The battle with Piccolo had already risked drawing attention to the Red Ribbon Army's revival, something he had been determined to avoid. His Gammas were powerful, certainly, but they weren't intended to pick fights with warriors of Piccolo's caliber without a solid plan.

"Magenta," Hedo said cautiously, adjusting his glasses as he stood beside the control panel, "if we escalate this too quickly, we're going to attract exactly the kind of attention we don't want. Piccolo isn't the strongest fighter associated with Goku, and if he reports back to Gohan, or worse, Vegeta and Goku, we could be facing forces that not even the Gammas are prepared to handle."

Magenta's eyes narrowed, irritation flaring in his gaze. "That's exactly why we need to push now, before they can get the upper hand. The Red Ribbon Army isn't here to play defense, Doctor. It's time we moved forward. Besides," he added, a dangerous edge to his tone, "if things get out of control, we have other options."

Hedo tensed, sensing Magenta's fixation on the project he'd been avoiding, Cell Max. Hedo's reluctance to activate the creature was rooted not only in the incomplete state of the project but also in the unpredictable nature of Cell Max's consciousness and his unparalleled absorption potential. Even with the precautions in place, Hedo feared that releasing Cell Max would be more a gamble than a solution.

"Activating Cell Max now would be unwise," Hedo said firmly. "He's not stable, and we don't have full control over his systems. If he were to awaken in his current state, we'd be facing a threat potentially greater than the Saiyans themselves."

Magenta laughed, dismissing Hedo's concerns with a wave. "The Saiyans are already a risk. With Cell Max, we'd at least have the power to match them. And besides," he added with a smirk, "I have faith in your abilities, Doctor. You can keep him in check, can't you?"

Hedo's frown deepened, his gaze shifting to the massive containment pod where Cell Max rested in a dormant state. He could still feel the pulsing energy of the creature's consciousness, raw and primal, waiting for a chance to break free. The failsafes he had implemented seemed feeble compared to the sheer destructive potential he sensed within Cell Max.

The doctor exhaled, nodding reluctantly. "I'll continue the monitoring and adjustments. But I can't guarantee anything. Cell Max was never meant to be activated prematurely."

Magenta's expression hardened. "Then you'd better make sure he's ready when we need him, Doctor. Because the time will come."

As Hedo left the control room, his mind was racing with possibilities and dangers. He knew he had to prepare for the worst.

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