Super Dragon Ball: Paradise Hysteria

A Sad Graduation Day

Tenshinhan took off into the air. Despite being the one to introduce the flying technique to the Dragon Team, the master of the Crane Style martial arts didn't soar using Ki, he took a bountiful aerial dash with his arms sticking up by his sides and his feet curled by his chest, ready to strike in case his opponent tried pursuing him. Despite Tenshinhan's readiness, Cell stayed in his place with his arms crossed and his tail waggling as his right hand still clutched the Ultimate Dragon Ball.

After reaching the zenith of his ascent, Tenshinhan flipped backward before expelling a mighty Kiai burst from his feet and propelling himself forward in a hasty dash. Cell looked almost bored. He could see such an elementary attack coming from a mile away. A lashing tail protected Cell from a deceptive rush attack performed by one of Tenshinhan's students. Another one blitzed in from the side, employing the After-Image technique in a myriad formation that created a mirage covering up the student's approach.

Cell thrust its tail into the student's chest, knowing damn well where the student would have to be in order to strike him with his Crane Style jab. Instead, the martial artist's hand curved and his fingers pinched the stringer, keeping it in place. Another student washed in from the front with a backhand strike of pinched thumb, middle, and index fingers. Cell widened his eyes, expelling an invisible Kiai burst that absorbed the punch, sending the ambitious youth flying and crashing into the cave building.

A pair of Tenshinhan's students charged at Cell from the front, each striking with Crane-style jabs at different arteries in Cell's neck. The Bio-Android merely smirked in mockery, taking the hits in stride. The martial artists gasped and staggered back when the cruel realization that their opponent didn't feel a thing hit them. It wasn't just that Cell tensed its neck muscles to protect against the jab. The Crane-style jabs produced a sharp and piercing type of blow that would have penetrated through a mere stonewalling defensive approach or a wall of muscle. It was as if the vital points that the budding martial artists targeted didn't exist at all in Cell's anatomy.

Cell's tail forcefully slammed the student that was pinching it into the dirt before rolling them around and flinging the floored student away to crash into the nearby rock canyon. The Dorakiyan authorities opened fire with plasma bolts from the rocky cover of scattered boulders where the Choki rampaged and where Cell smashed the bothersome Ten-Shin-Ryu martial artists, crashing them into the Planet Dorakiya town scenery that flawlessly blended nature and futuristic urban developments.

Just as Cell was about to flick away the remaining students and then kill the weakling Dorakiyans, it turned with a bent forearm and absorbed Tenshinhan's soaring kick from above and behind the Bio-Android. By now, Cell was familiar with martial arts enough to know that Tenshinhan was looking for a quick knockout, as opposed to a decisive victory. He tried ringing Cell's belfry and shell-shocking the Bio-Android. Likely expecting to make a swift escape in that time while Cell was recovering and reeling back from the effective hit from behind.

"Hmm... Ganging up on me, attacking from behind... What does this say about your miserable pride of a martial artist, or is all that just a load of boloney?" Cell mocked Tenshinhan while the three-eyed mound of muscle sneered at it with disdain.

After Cell's blocking arm deflected Tenshinhan's flying kick, the three-eyed martial artist back-flipped into a proper stance and charged at Cell again, unleashing a machine-gun barrage of blows at the Bio-Android. With just one hand to compete with Tenshinhan's skill in martial arts, Cell vaulted over and put its hardened insectoid wings together into an improvised shield that absorbed the relentless flurry. While the avatar of biodiversity in a single creature felt confident about its advantage in raw power, speed, and toughness over Tenshinhan, technique was a different matter entirely. Cell could only lick its beak in excitement, imagining the delectable techniques it could force out of Tenshinhan by holding his precious students hostage.