I Can't Believe that Worked

POV - Jamall

I can't believe this is happening. I mean this was a desperate gamble—a last-ditch effort to buy myself some time, hell a shot at gaining back control. I'd just watch them take control, wielding my newfound power against Goku and Piccolo, shrouded in darkness that binded me. And now, after all that taunting and posturing, they had actually accepted my challenge. Part of me hadn't thought it would work. Hell I still can't believe it worked I mean they had full control I couldn't do anything plus they wanted to wipe me out of this body...out of my body

...their body....I don't know but they wanted me gone. Like I know I've gotten good at manipulation but I didn't think I was getting that good

But somehow, here we were.

I felt a surge of energy building between us as—the ones calling themselves "Ultimate Cell"—prepared to split away from my body and mind. My heart raced, the thought of freedom mixed with a nagging worry that this would somehow backfire. Yet I knew I had no choice but to follow through. I would use every day, every hour of this year to get stronger, to find a way to counter everything they had used to overpower me. I had a chance now to train, to learn and make new techniques and get used to my new power.

With a blinding flash, I felt the separation. My body shifted, twisted, and then, with a strange mix of pain and liberation, I stood free.

And as I stood free I noticed I had skin. Not an insectoid exoskeleton like before, but skin—smooth mixed skin. My hands looked like real hands though I had 6 fingers on each hand same for my toes. I even had a dark green hair and a lean athletic physique. I was more humanoid, but still had my wings and my tail but even they looked more human-like , then I noticed something else.

"Oh... oh, wow. I'm... I'm naked." I looked around, registering with increasing horror that Piccolo, Goku, and pretty much everyone here could see my... everything. My face went red as I tried to cover myself up with my hands, realizing way too late that it was entirely useless. "Great, I finally get a body worth showing off, and I'm standing here like a deer in the headlights!"

A beat up Goku blinked at me, tilting his head in that innocent way he does. "Hey, Jamall, you... look different. But, uh, you might wanna, y'know, cover up or something?"

I threw him a glare. "Easy for you to say, mister 'I wear orange jumpsuits everywhere.' At least you have clothes!" I glanced down again, still trying to process that I was human again and everything a human male had and I mean everything.

Piccolo raised an eyebrow, doing an impressive job of keeping his composure, though I could see the faintest flicker of amusement in his expression. "Not what we expected when all we heard was deal but… you certainly look more 'you' now, I'll give you that."

"Yeah, thanks, Piccolo. Super helpful." I muttered under my breath. The more I looked down at myself, the more surreal it felt. The raw, insectoid armor that once defined me now gone, replaced by muscle and skin. And don't get me wrong that was more comfortable with the human body but of course, the elephant in the room was that now i had all the… anatomical bits that came with a human body. I hadn't just split from my evil half; I'd somehow managed to evolve into a hybrid that was part bio-android, part… my original self from my old life.

And then there was the dark mass standing opposite me—Ultimate Cell. I couldn't help but shudder a bit, seeing the energy that had once been a part of me. He was me, and yet he wasn't. Ultimate Cell's exoskeleton was almost pitch-black with purple lines and veins of dark energy pulsing through his body. His eyes gleamed, cruel and cold, and he wore a grin that looked ready to tear the world apart. Them or him in my mind was way more different than seeing him in real life seeing him in person it's like wow this guy is scary dare I say an Avenger level threat.

But the irony wasn't lost on me. The part of me that had always felt wrong, alien, even frightening—there it was, staring back at me with a kind of evil satisfaction. And yet, I didn't feel regret. For the first time, I actually felt… lighter. Clearer. Like I could breathe again.

I laughed, shaking my head in disbelief. "I can't believe it actually worked. I mean, I really didn't think you'd agree to go along with this, but… wow. I've really got my own body now." I laughed again, a mix of nerves and excitement. Cuz Something I've been thinking about for the longest is how am I going to get my human body back like originally I was thinking I could use the dragon balls but then I was thinking how to use my energy but then I don't think I'm not really stupid but whatever

Goku snickered, and even Piccolo's lips twitched. Meanwhile, Ultimate Cell watched us, a look of disgust twisting his face.

" You're fucking hilarious Jamall" Ultimate Cell's voice was like gravel, dark and twisted and yet laughing. "You've given up everything for this pathetic form. A creature that's… that's soft and weak."

"Soft and weak?" I shrugged as he laughed in my face, still keeping one hand strategically placed. "Say what you want, but I've got a year to train, plan, and make my own choices. I'm free of you, and you're free of me. You can go off and be evil all you want. But I'll be ready next time we meet."

Cell stopped laughing and sneered"If you survive the year."

POV - Piccolo

It took everything I had not to burst out laughing. Here was Jamall—naked, somehow embarrassed, and yet brimming with a strange, renewed confidence. He looked so human now that it was hard to even picture him as the insectoid being we'd known. This new form… it was surreal, watching him fumble around, trying to keep himself covered in front of us.

But what really struck me was the shift in his energy.

Piccolo, do you feel it? That darkness, the evil Ki we sensed from Jamall before… it's not even in him anymore. It's coming entirely from that creature Ultimate Cell.

I nodded, glancing over at Ultimate Cell, whose energy swirled like a storm of pitch-black malevolence. This was no mere Kami transformation; it was like Jamall had truly exorcised the worst parts of himself. For the first time, the energy he gave off felt calm and kind.

He's changed

Nail murmured thoughtful and intrigued.

Whatever we were sensing before… it's gone from him. What's left is something we've never felt in him before."

Goku looked at me, his face bright with his usual curiosity. "Hey, Piccolo, you feel that? Jamall's, like… good now, right?"

I kept my arms crossed, studying Jamall as he tried to keep himself covered, still bristling at the laughter around him. "Yes. It's hard to explain, but he's… different. The darkness, the malice—it wasn't truly him. It was that creature."

I gestured to Ultimate Cell, whose malevolent aura pulsed with raw fury. Jamall's former self was now a separate, twisted entity of pure, unfiltered evil. It was horrifying to see, yet it brought a strange kind of relief. Jamall was free from it.

Jamall, finally seeming to come to terms with his predicament, managed a smirk. "Alright, alright, enough staring. I get it—I'm exposed, I'm newly human, it's funny. But does anyone have some clothes? Or am I supposed to stand here like some sort of alien supermodel?"

Goku chuckled, scratching his head. "I think you look cool. Though, yeah, maybe some pants would be a good idea."

Jamall's eyes flickered with relief, but then he glanced over at Ultimate Cell, his expression hardening. "Laugh all you want. I'm going to use this year to train. To get stronger. And when the time comes, I'll be ready to face you."

"Well, Jamall," I said, allowing a faint smile to break through, "if you're serious about training, you'll need all the help you can get. But for now… I suggest finding some clothes. Because this isn't exactly the image of heroism you're aiming for, is it?"

Jamall looked back at me, grinning despite himself being completely nude. "You're probably right. And hey, a pair of pants might be a good place to start."