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Gohan's white hair surged skyward like a silver waterfall, wildly fluttering in the air, with a single loose bang lazily drooping over his forehead.
His once-clear red pupils were now a shade of blood-crimson, like blazing flames radiating endless battle intent and madness.
"Swoosh...!"
With a sharp, ear-splitting sound, Gohan appeared in front of Piccolo and Super Mini-Cell before anyone could react.
In a flash, he swept them both tightly into his arms.
The severely injured Super Mini-Cell, missing both hands and feet, hadn't even figured out what was happening. And in the very next moment, within the blink of an eye, he and Piccolo suddenly appeared in a safe location.
It was where Pan was.
Gohan gently set Piccolo and Super Mini-Cell down with the utmost care. Super Mini-Cell took a good look at Gohan's beast-like form and sighed inwardly.
"So cool. Looks like acting wasn't for nothing after all." As he thought about it, the corners of his mouth gradually lifted.
"Cough! Cough!" Piccolo suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and glared at Super Mini-Cell.
It was a warning to finish the act properly. Super Mini-Cell immediately resumed his dramatic, yet painless, groaning.
"Are you all right?!" Mini-Cell, Piccolo Oji San?!" Gohan asked anxiously.
Piccolo quickly answered, "We're fine, but if you had been just a little later, we might have... Don't worry about us. Look at how your father and the others are doing first!"
Gohan nodded sharply. His icy, merciless eyes then glanced toward Pan unintentionally.
In that instant, father and daughter locked eyes.
Pan stared blankly at her familiar yet unfamiliar father, her emotions churning inside.
She had never seen Gohan like this before. The gentle, kind father she had always known seemed to have vanished, replaced by someone cold, ruthless, and overflowing with killing intent.
Despite her confusion and fear, Pan finally whispered softly after a fierce struggle in her heart:
"...Daddy..."
Gohan's frozen, and his merciless gaze softened when he met Pan's shining, star-like eyes. Even though rage still consumed his heart, his mind remained clear as a mirror.
He knew exactly whom he should unleash his fury upon...
and toward whom he should show gentleness and care.
Thus, Gohan revealed a gentle smile, nodded lightly, and softly said, "Pan, take care of Piccolo Oji San and Mini-Cell."
Hearing her father's kind words, Pan knew he was still her daddy. Filled with joy, she nodded rapidly.
"Mm-hm! Pan will definitely do it!"
Just then...
"Swoosh!"
A crisp sound cut through the air, and Gohan's figure vanished again in an instant.
"Piccolo Oji San! Big Brother Mini-Cell, are you okay?!' Pan asked worriedly, preparing to tear her clothes to wrap their wounds.
The next second, however, the sound of cells regenerating echoed from Piccolo's severed shoulders, and two new arms quickly grew out.
Super Mini-Cell experienced the same regeneration.
Pan stared in shock. She had never seen anything like this before, witnessing the strange Namekian technique of regenerating limbs for the first time.
Super Mini-Cell laughed dryly before speaking. "No worries, no worries. What could possibly happen to me?"
"Piccolo Oji San, how was my acting?" Super Mini-Cell asked proudly.
Piccolo was speechless. Super Mini-Cell's acting was far too exaggerated. Thankfully, Gohan had been angry at the time, so he hadn't seen through the act.
If he had been his usual calm self, he would have seen through the act instantly.
Piccolo muttered, "Still needs practice..."
…
Like a sudden storm, Gohan appeared beside the unconscious Son Goku and Vegeta in the blink of an eye.
He stretched out his hands and snatched them up with lightning speed. Then, he steadily placed them before Bulla and Son Goten.
Gohan stood firm and looked seriously at Goten, saying in a low, steady voice: "Goten, take care of Dad."
After saying this, a powerful, intimidating, and immense aura radiated from Gohan.
Goten's eyes widened as he stared at his older brother, who now seemed like a war god descending to the battlefield. Goten nodded firmly, understanding completely, and moved to carry out Gohan's orders.
"Bulla, take Vegeta Ojisan safely to Pan."
Gohan continued issuing commands with a serious expression.
"Got it, Gohan Nii San! But Dad and Uncle Goku are still alive! I'm going to search for Buu immediately."
The moment she touched Goku and Vegeta, she sensed their weak but lingering ki. Gohan nodded slightly and replied,
"Mm. Understood. Go and come back quickly, Bulla. Maybe Piccolo Oji San was just too angry and made a misjudgment."
Gohan would rather believe that Piccolo misread the situation than consider that he was acting.
Afterward, Gohan slowly turned his determined gaze toward Beerus in the distance.
In that instant, their eyes clashed like lightning, igniting an invisible flame of battle between them.
The air turned thick with tension. Everything around them seemed to freeze.
A great battle was about to erupt.
Beerus could tell that the current Gohan was nothing like he had been just a minute earlier.
Below, Whis, who had almost dozed off, suddenly opened his eyes.
He saw Beast Gohan standing there, confronting Beerus.
"Hm?" Not done yet? Looks like Lord Beerus is in a good mood today."
With that, he looked up at the sky leisurely and with interest.
…
Beerus stared at Beast Gohan and remarked, "Hmm, not bad. You're stronger than those other two Saiyans. But why is your transformation different from theirs?"
Gohan had no intention of entertaining Beerus with useless chatter.
The next second, he vanished. He had already appeared silently behind Beerus.
Beast Gohan's fighting style was different from before.
He placed both hands at his forehead, gathering power as he silently chanted in his heart:
"Masenko!"
A massive beam of light burst forth from between his palms.
In that moment, Beerus felt a sudden chill at the back of his neck and quickly turned around—
But the Masenko had already exploded across his back.
Beerus's body was blasted away by the impact of the attack.
(End Of This Chapter)