DragonBall Turbo: Cell Games Finale chapter 2
"Mr. Satan and the Case of the Traitorous King Piccolo!"

(((Author's Note: my iPhone is being a pain! Read to the bottom of the page than click on DBT: Cell Games Finale ch2 part 2 for the rest of the chapter! Sorry for the inconvieniance!)))
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About 100 miles north, on Turtle Island, Chi-Chi screamed at Master Roshi's TV set as it cut to static. Then it cut back to Papaya World News Studio, where a pudgy bald man commented about the unknown explosion that cut their camera feed.
"Gohan better be okay! Goku, you better be dead too if you hurt my son!"

Master Roshi's expression changed under his massive white goatee. The old coot adjusted his glasses and returned his hand to it's position clasped with the other behind his back. Twenty years ago, when Goku was only eleven years old, Master Roshi fought his young prodigy under the alter-ego "Jackie Chun" in the World Martial Arts Championship. During the battle, Goku morphed into an Oozaru monster, a giant demonic ape, and wrecked the whole stadium. After Roshi discovered the cause of young Goku's transformation was the full moon, he saw no choice but to destroy that cause. Twenty years ago now, Master Roshi destroyed the Earth's moon with his signature Kamehameha wave. How powerful and wise my student has become, he thought. That day, Master Roshi was more powerful than Goku. But now Goku was several thousand times more powerful than Roshi. Now Goku had developed the Kamehameha into a truly masterful technique! But was it good enough to defeat Cell?
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Mr. Satan adjusted his hair immediately after regaining his feet. His old back injury had definitely been reaggravated, but the pain did not register on his face. No, the hair was more important. He withdrew a small bottle of mouse from his gi top and smoothed his pompadour afro back to a clean sheen. Mr. Satan pulled a dazed and bruised TV guy back to his feet.
"Oh, damn! Here's your trademark shades, pip-squeek!" Hercule shoved the bent, half busted pair of green sunglasses into the scrawny blonde man's face hard enough to snap his head back. The champ, with learned effortlessness, used the hair mousse to whiplash TV guy's head back down and smoothed his hair. Then the champ stretched painfully and turned to the
cameraman, who was stunned on the ground, mumbling something about a "binkie-bear."