In the Jujutsu Kaisen universe, Gojo Satoru had been tracking an unusually powerful curse. What started as a routine mission quickly turned bizarre when he encountered a spatial anomaly—a rift swirling with energies he had never felt before. He studied the tear carefully, his Six Eyes deciphering its chaotic flow, but the instability overwhelmed even his analysis.
"This is no ordinary curse," Gojo muttered, his curiosity outweighing caution. As he approached the rift, it widened, pulling him in before he could react.
When Gojo opened his eyes, he found himself standing in a strange new world. The land around him was barren, with jagged cliffs and deep craters dotting the ground. The air crackled with a primal energy unlike cursed energy—it was raw, volatile, and overwhelming even for someone as powerful as him. He grinned, intrigued.
"This place is… different," Gojo said, scanning the horizon. He sensed power levels in the distance, each one as bright as a supernova to his Six Eyes. Intrigued, he decided to investigate. His feet never touched the ground as he floated forward, hands in his pockets, and a playful smirk on his face.
High above the Earth, on Kami's Lookout, the Z-Fighters were hard at work. Gohan and Piccolo were sparring intensely, with Piccolo pushing Gohan to surpass his limits. Krillin, Yamcha, and Tien practiced their techniques while Goku meditated nearby, preparing for the Cell Games.
Goku's eyes snapped open suddenly. He stood up, his expression serious but curious. "There's someone out there… someone strong," he said.
Piccolo paused his sparring with Gohan. "I sense it too. It's not Cell or any of the Androids, but it's powerful. And strange."
Krillin gulped. "You don't think it's another one of Dr. Gero's creations, do you?"
"No," Piccolo replied, his tone sharp. "This energy doesn't feel like ki. It's… something else."
Moments later, Gojo Satoru arrived, his figure appearing in the sky before descending onto the Lookout. His casual posture and blindfolded face immediately caught their attention. Goku stepped forward, his excitement building as he sensed the stranger's unique energy.
"Hi there," Goku greeted, his tone friendly. "You're not from around here, are you?"
"Good guess," Gojo replied with a grin. "Name's Gojo Satoru. I was in the middle of something back home, and next thing I know, I'm here. Wherever here is."
"This is Earth," Gohan said, stepping forward nervously. "Who are you, really? And how are you flying without using ki?"
"Flying? Oh, this?" Gojo waved a hand dismissively. "This is child's play where I'm from." He turned his head slightly, as though looking at each fighter despite the blindfold. "But you guys… your energy is something else. I just had to come check it out."
Goku couldn't hide his excitement. "You seem strong. Want to spar with me? Just a friendly match!"
Gojo tilted his head, amused. "You don't waste time, do you? Sure, I could use some fun."
The two squared off on the Lookout as the other Z-Fighters backed away. Goku powered up to Super Saiyan, his golden aura crackling around him. Gojo remained relaxed, hands in his pockets, his blindfold still in place.
Goku moved first, closing the distance in an instant and throwing a punch aimed at Gojo's midsection. But just as his fist neared Gojo, it froze in midair, unable to get any closer.
"Infinity," Gojo said casually. "You can't touch me unless I let you."
Goku pulled back, firing a quick volley of ki blasts. Each one dissolved before reaching Gojo, who yawned exaggeratedly. "This all you've got? I expected more from someone with energy like yours."
Goku grinned, undeterred. "Let's see how you handle this, then!" He teleported behind Gojo using Instant Transmission and threw a kick aimed at his back. But Gojo sidestepped effortlessly, as though he had seen it coming long before.
The sparring match escalated. Goku's raw strength and speed were immense, but Gojo's mastery of space manipulation and his Limitless technique made him untouchable. Every attack was deflected or evaded with ease. Yet Goku's adaptability and clever tactics began to push Gojo in ways he hadn't anticipated.
Inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, Vegeta and Future Trunks were in the middle of an intense training session. Vegeta had been pushing Trunks to his limits, forcing his son to power up beyond his perceived capabilities.
"You're holding back," Vegeta snarled, watching as Trunks collapsed to one knee. "If you can't push past your limits, you'll never stand a chance against Cell. And you'll disgrace the royal bloodline of the Saiyans!"
Before Trunks could respond, Vegeta paused, his senses picking up something unusual. "What is that energy?" he muttered.
"It's not Cell, is it?" Trunks asked, his voice tense.
"No," Vegeta replied. "But it's powerful. And it's coming from the Lookout." Without another word, Vegeta exited the chamber, leaving Trunks to follow.
When they arrived at the Lookout, Vegeta scowled as he saw Goku sparring with Gojo. "Kakarot, what is this nonsense? Wasting time with some blindfolded clown instead of preparing for Cell?"
Gojo turned toward Vegeta, his grin widening. "Ah, you must be Vegeta. I've heard about you—grumpy, prideful, chip on your shoulder about this guy." He pointed lazily at Goku.
Vegeta's aura flared instantly. "You dare mock the Prince of Saiyans?" He powered up, the tiles of the Lookout cracking beneath him. "I'll show you your place!"
Trunks stepped forward cautiously. "Father, wait! We don't know who or what he is—"
"Stay out of this, Trunks!" Vegeta roared, launching himself at Gojo.
As before, Vegeta's punches and kicks stopped short, repelled by Gojo's Infinity. Frustrated, Vegeta powered up further, transforming into Super Saiyan Grade 2. But even this increased strength proved useless against Gojo's technique.
"Nice try," Gojo said, smirking. "But you're not getting through my defenses."
Before the tension could escalate further, Piccolo suddenly tensed. "Cell's on the move," he said grimly. "He's heading for Android 17 and 18."
Goku immediately turned serious. "We can't let him reach them. If he absorbs them, it's all over."
Gojo raised an eyebrow. "This 'Cell' sounds like a real problem. Mind if I tag along? I'd love to see what this guy can do."
"Stay out of my way," Vegeta growled. "I don't care who you are—I'll deal with Cell myself."
With the stakes rising, the Z-Fighters took to the skies, heading toward Cell's location. Gojo followed, intrigued by the unfolding drama. This world was unlike anything he had ever encountered, and for the first time in a long while, he felt genuinely excited.
"Looks like I picked the perfect time to drop in," Gojo said to himself, his grin widening as he flew alongside the Saiyans. Whatever this Cell had in store, he was ready for it.
As the Z-Fighters prepared to confront Cell, Gojo couldn't help but marvel at the strength and determination of these warriors. They were unlike anyone he had ever met, and the battles ahead promised to be nothing short of exhilarating.