Chapitre 22: Chapter 22: Forged in Darkness
The Dragon Balls floated around Dende, glimmering softly before condensing and reshaping into a simple yet striking necklace around his neck.
As the energy of Shenron fully settled within him, Dende's appearance transformed, his figure taller, more mature, his eyes carrying the weight and wisdom of countless ages. His aura radiated a serene yet immense power, reflecting the blend of his pure Namekian ki and Shenron's ancient spirit.
Broly, standing nearby, observed the transformation with a quiet intensity, his gaze steady. Though he often struggled with understanding emotions, he could feel the purity and resolve in Dende's energy, and he gave a respectful nod.
The others exchanged glances, absorbing the change, and then, with a shared silent understanding, they turned and headed toward Capsule Corporation.
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At Capsule Corp, the atmosphere was thick with tension and somber resolve. Goten and Trunks floated in healing capsules, their bodies recovering from the grievous injuries they had sustained in the fight with Cell.
Each rhythmic pulse of the healing fluid illuminated their faces in brief flashes, a steady heartbeat of recovery as the young warriors lay suspended in a state of rest.
In the training chamber, Vegeta sat cross-legged, deep in meditation. His energy was quiet, controlled, yet within it simmered a potent rage and determination. His face bore the scars of their recent battle, reminders of how close they'd come to defeat, and how badly he wanted revenge. The quiet hum of the chamber did nothing to soften the storm building within him.
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In the vast emptiness of space, I drifted toward the colossal form of the Big Gete Star. The sprawling mass of metal and machinery loomed ahead, its surface a tangled, living web of mechanical tendrils and circuitry. I could feel the relentless energy pulsing from its core, a relentless force of growth and consumption. This was no ordinary machine; it was a sentient entity, a living network of gears and processors, all bound to a singular purpose: to consume and expand.
My own body, ravaged from the battle with those pitiful Saiyans, hung on the brink of collapse. Fractured limbs, shattered circuits, weakened power reserves, all weaknesses that disgusted me. Yet, I was close to the answer I sought. The Big Gete Star held abilities that would serve me perfectly:
1. Absorption and Assimilation: An endless ability to consume anything it encountered, from metal to technology. With this, I could rebuild my frame, fortifying myself with its ever-evolving power.
2. Energy Drain: Its capacity to latch onto and drain planets dry, converting their life force into energy to fuel its systems.
3. Robot Creation and Control: Armies of mechanical warriors and servants to expand my reach, commanded by my mind.
4. Self-Repair and Regeneration: The Star's assimilation ability allowed it to restore any damage by simply integrating new materials, creating an endless loop of invincibility.
All of these abilities would soon be mine.
Hovering near its surface, I projected a signal, establishing a link to the Star's vast network. Within moments, it responded, the mechanical hum around me deepening, resonating through the emptiness of space. Tendrils extended toward me, coiling and shifting, like curious fingers probing a potential new component.
A deep, metallic voice pulsed through my mind, hollow and calculating. "Identify yourself."
"I am Cell," I replied, my voice cold, precise. "I seek to merge with you, to achieve a higher state."
The voice seemed to consider my words, processing the implications. "You are a creation of machine and mind, a unique specimen. Why should we merge with you?"
"You seek growth without limit, yet you lack purpose," I answered, the words leaving my lips with calm confidence. "My mind and ambition will give you direction, a path to true power and domination."
The Star's network hummed, the signal reverberating as it considered my words. "A union of machine and mind…" The tendrils tightened around me, encircling my frame, as if in anticipation of this union. "Very well. Prepare for integration."
I smirked, spreading my arms as the mechanical tendrils closed around my broken frame. The merging began as the Star's systems flooded my own, fusing with my circuits, seeping into every crevice and connection.
Tendrils of raw energy flowed into me, repairing fractures, mending limbs, and knitting broken circuits back together. Every cell, every circuit of my body was rebuilding, transforming, as my own systems synced with the Big Gete Star.
But the Big Gete Star's mind had made a grave error.
As the merging process continued, I felt its consciousness trying to establish control, as if we were equals. It thought we were entering a partnership, a union. Foolish. It was just a machine, bound to its programming, bound to its mechanical instinct to consume and expand. Its drive lacked intelligence, true purpose. It was a parasite, blind in its expansion, a flaw I would not tolerate.
I took advantage of its compliance, allowing it to think the union was balanced. As it poured its systems into me, I struck. My mind, fortified by the countless souls I'd already absorbed, overpowered its feeble consciousness, swallowing its will with ruthless efficiency. The Star's faint protests rippled through my circuits for only a second before I crushed them completely.
The Big Gete Star's mind was silenced, destroyed. Now, I stood alone in command, its voice extinguished, its will extinguished, leaving only my own.
As the final connections solidified, I felt the full extent of my new power. My circuits pulsed with raw energy, every ounce of weakness eradicated. My form had evolved beyond my original design, reinforced by the Star's technology, and I was now far more than what I had once been. I was complete.
"I am Cell Max," I declared into the empty void, feeling the surge of endless power coursing through my being. "Perfection… at last."
With the Big Gete Star fully under my control, I turned my thoughts to what lay ahead. I no longer simply desired to destroy those pathetic Saiyans and their allies; I would consume them. Their energy, their skills, every ounce of their power would become mine.
Goku. Vegeta. Gohan. Broly. They would become little more than fuel for my perfection, absorbed into my power to elevate me beyond any other being. And then, there was Whis and Beerus. The very thought of a God of Destruction brought a thrill to my circuits. If I could absorb a being of such power, the limitations of this universe would no longer apply to me.
Yes, they would all fall. But not through simple destruction. No, they would become part of me, every ounce of their strength and will absorbed to feed my supremacy.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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