The air shimmered. A temporal distortion split the sky above Conton City, violet lightning cracking across the rift like fractured glass. From within the distortion descended a figure, arms folded calmly across his chest. He landed without impact. Perfect Cell surveyed the altered landscape, magenta eyes narrowing slightly.

“Ah… another timeline.” His voice carried smooth and controlled, untouched by urgency. Fighters gathered below, energy signatures flaring in defensive response. Saiyans. Time Patrollers. Perhaps even gods. How delightful. A faint smile curved his lips.

“It seems perfection is required once again.” Perfect Cell lowered his arms slowly, aura igniting in a controlled emerald blaze that warped the ground beneath him. “Come.” The word was not shouted. It was invited. “Show me whether this era possesses anything… worthy.” The sky trembled in response. And at its center stood a being who believed evolution had already ended. With him.