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The History of Kalika
Author’s Note:
I don’t own Dragonball Z,
and I still don’t own the Namek Saga. *pouts* The Cell Saga
either, Perfect, Imperfect…not a one. But I do own some nifty DBZ
T-shirts.
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A Loud Ass Calm
The growling had stopped.
That was a good thing.
Because
she was a doctor, a scientist, and a fucking genius. She did not go around bioengineering super warriors
just so she would have to baby-sit them and kiss their
booboos when they had wittle
accidents. And especially not to make
them feel better when someone said something to them that hurt their precious
feelings.
It would seem that the big
pasty skinned one was sensing the good doctor’s irritation, because he was now
looking at her through his thick green bangs.
A tried
sigh.
“Cell.”
Dr. Tyler’s thick English accent
rung softly in the former android’s sensitive ears. It reminded him slightly of
the faint inflection that adorned his own voice. He found himself wondering
again. Wondering why there was this weird stuffy feeling between his ears
whenever he tried to think about those things he knew he was missing. Like why
he had this strange nuance to his voice. If he had visited Britain in his past life, or who had been the one to name
him Cell in the first place.
Tyler noticed the far away look the young man’s eyes. She
recognized it and some where deep down she sympathized, but internal reflection
would only get in the way of her plans. Let him wonder about his past on his
own time.
“Cell?” She persisted.
“Yes…Mistress.” There was a
quite irritation in the reply.
Oh hell no! She didn’t like
the way he dragged out her name like that. And was he pouting? Oh she was so not
going to stand for a grown (well in appearance) man…pouting like
a child. He was still bitter about what had happened and he wanted her to know
it.
“Look, you can not go around
maiming anyone that says something to you that you don’t like.”
“And why is that?” He asked
amethyst colored eyes wide mocking innocence.
Sorah painted on her best
fake smile and lifted the ivy haired Saiyan’s head up to her eye level.
“Because.” She ground out from behind her pearly whites, her
patience was wearing thin.
“Because what?” He asked.
Oh this boy asked entirely
too many questions. She could tell that he was getting annoyed though. None of
them had gotten around to telling Cell exactly what his purpose was.
It would have been so much
easier for the doctor if Cell had been given his memories. But it was the price
she paid for having both Raditz and Cell revived so long after their deaths.
Though she knew that Shenlong would never admit to it, she was positive that it
had been some sort of glitch on his part. But she was lucky that the Dragon had
even agreed to it in the first place.
If the old Cell were here he
wouldn’t need to be prompted to kill the Saiyans. In fact she probably would
have had to kill him again to keep him from going after them as soon as he’d
gotten back. This being that he was programmed to do so, but unfortunately it
was not that easy now. Her Cell was 100% organic, but there was more than one
way to control a newly revived super villain.
“Because you and Raditz are
teammates and you need each other.” She answered.
“Why would I need someone to
make fun of me all the time?” Cell replied softly. “That woman isn’t much fun
either. All she does is yell. It’s quite rude.”
This was damned near
heartbreaking. Where the hell was the confidence that the old Cell oozed? Sorah
rolled her eyes in irritation and Cell slouched even lowering in his chair. His
ridiculously long legs stretched out underneath the table as best they could.
She could feel the fabric of his pants brushing up against her bear legs.
It was really quite strange
to see such a large man behaving in such a way. But the doctor had to remind
herself, he was not a man. As much as it irked her, he was truly a child…and
rather large one no doubt, but still a child.
It was so strange that this
creature before her had begun as only one tiny minuscule cell. Yes, after a
long tiresome search, she and Nomi finally found enough genetic material left
over from the first Cell’s battle with Son Gohan to make this new and improved
version.
There are some of you out there
that are wondering how the hell was that possible. Gohan disintegrated ever
cell of the android called conveniently…Cell so that he could not regenerate. Because
he of course contained cells of the Namek Piccolo (Nameks being capable of the
nifty trick of regeneration and all) and Cell would have been able to rebuild
his body completely with the help of the Namek’s cells.
Well where did this
information come from…Doctor Gero, right? And you believed him?! He was fucking
quack people! Meaning of course, as all quacks do, he was prone to
exaggeration.
And as much as the late Dr.
Gero would have liked to believe otherwise, his precious creation Cell was
flawed…seriously flawed.
Though in all honesty, as
powerful as the hanyou Gohan was at the time, there was no possible way that he
could have destroyed every single shred of Cell and known it.
That field was huge.
And yes, it was true that if
the original Cell’s nucleus remained in tact the android could regenerate his
body fully. But after Gohan’s final Kamehameha Wave that was no longer a
variable. So there was no way that the small amount of Piccolo’s cells that his
‘perfect’ creation contained would have been strong enough to regenerate a body
containing mostly individuals that were not capable of rebuilding themselves.
An
arm…easy. An entire body, minus
his precious nucleus…not gonna happen.
But the late Dr. Gero was
obvious not a genius…like Miss Sorah Tyler.
Dr. Tyler was well aware of
these design flaws when she began engineering her creation. Her Cell was build
from the left over cells of Dr. Gero’s previous failure, but he was now so much
more. It did not take her long to realize that the original Cell’s greatest
attribute was his Saiyan genes. Saiyans powers grew after every battle. They
had heightened senses and resilience unmatched by any creature that she had
encountered in her studies. Hell, the strongest beings in the galaxy were
Saiyan.
What other evidence did she
need? So she set her minions out to collect more Saiyan genetic material and
what a success that was. Before her now was the culmination of her efforts. The epitome of perfection. Her Cell
version 2.0, fuzzy green monkey tail and all.
He was young, but he learned
quickly. He had intelligence far above average (thanks to some genes of her
own), but none of the life experience to back it up. He was adorable when he
wanted to be. Large soft purple eyes to match the markings
underneath them, pale blue skin and mass of emerald spikes atop his head.
Odd coloring aside, he had the strong features of one of Saiyan descent. A strong chin, sharp aristocratic nose. Being honest with
herself she had to admit the barbarians were quite attractive.
And
fearsome when provoked. Raditz
had been the first to see that side of her bioengineered child. And she thought
of him as such. Be was her creation and all the knowledge of the world and its
customs was hers to give him.
But this pouting shit was
grating on her last nerve. He had to know better than this.
Dr. Tyler checked around her
lab, all the while knowing full well that no one but her and Cell were present. She gave an audible sigh. Cell’s jade hued
tail lashed softly behind him. It was obvious that he was still upset from the
events of earlier in the day. She placed and comforting hand on the former
android’s larger.
“Cell,” she said softly.
“You are not a freak. Raditz is an arse and Nomi
is…well she’s just Nomi. She didn’t mean any harm. It’s just that you are her
responsibility and she wants you to be the best that you can be.
She paused to gage his
reaction.
“You do want to be you’re
best, don’t you?”
He wasn’t sure why he cared,
but there was something deep inside of him that clicked in response to that.
The fog that had constantly plagued his brain had lifted ever so slightly and
something, though he wasn’t sure what, emerged.
He did want to be good. He
did want to be his best. And he did so want to please this woman before him. He
wasn’t sure why, but there was just something that called to him and made him
want this.
A pair of lime colored brows
knitted together in thought.
“Y...Yes.” He said quietly.
“I do.”
“Good.” His mistress
replied. “Then you’re going to need Nomi and Raditz’s help.”
The blue skinned boy sighed
and stood up to his full six feet ten inches. “Fine.”
“Now, go on.” She motioned
toward the lab door. “And don’t blow up anymore of my things.”
******
She had been staring at her
belly for the past five minutes. She hadn’t uttered another syllable since the
prince had blurted out the joyous
news. The big goofy one had even scooted over to her and had begun staring
right along with her.
“Oh,
there.” Goku said touching the
girl’s flat stomach. “I feel it now.” He said beaming proudly.
He looked up at Vegeta and
smiled. Kalika on the other hand was not all that pleased by the news. She had
intended on confronting the Prince and rubbing the fact that she had actually
been able to understand her father’s journal. She wasn’t sure why all of a
sudden she could read Saiyan, but oddly enough the longer she stared it just
started to make sense. Something up there just clicked.
And wouldn’t you know it. The
very entry that she decided to read would be the one when her father first
found out that he was going to be a father. And even stranger, that her mother
was Dr. Kazi Ezco…a guy. That just brought up an ass load of even more
questions.
“Wow, Geta.” Goku chirped.
“You’re gonna be a dad…again! You must be so excited! I am…wow a full blooded
Saiyan baby. I have never seen one of those before! This is going to be so much
fun!”
“Hn.” Was the Prince’s reply. “I
figured the brat will be a change of pace compared to the half breeds. It
should prove interesting.”
Kalika’s head snapped up at
the comments, her eyes narrowing noticeably.
“You’re talking about this
kid like you planned it or something!” She said.
“I did.”
“What?!” She screamed.
Goku just discreetly scooted
away from the irate pregnant Saiyan
female. Pregnant human females were nothing to play with; he could only imagine
the carnage a Saiyan woman could cause.
“Well woman you were the one
walking around smelling up the place.” Vegeta said nonchalantly. “You were
practically begging for it. I just offered my services.“
“Besides,” The Prince
continued. “If I hadn’t stepped in, my brat would have been more than happy to
do it as well, whether you were willing or not.”
Kalika just stared at the
prince with her mouth slightly gapping.
“B-But,” Goku began timidly
raising a hand as if to ask permission. “I thought that Trunks and Goten were
together.”
“Apparently,” The brown
haired Saiyan said with a grin. “But it would not have made much difference.
The girl was in season, Trunks has no experience with Saiyan females so he was
not in his right mind, Kakarot.”
“It would have been the same
even if your brat was there. They might have even fought over her.” He added
with a pleased grin.
“What the
hell do you take me for?!” Kalika
shrieked. “This isn’t wild kingdom. You actually believe that I would have just
let them take me?!”
“Well,” Vegeta began. “You
let me. Who is to know for sure?”
The Hawaiian girl gritted
her teeth almost painfully and erupted in an enraged scream. Goku looked on in horror.
“Calm down Kalika! That
can’t be good for the baby.” The spiky haired one reasoned.
“I am calm!” Kalika said
through her teeth. Her reddened face was saying otherwise.
“Well, that’s a loud ass
calm!” Vegeta bellowed.
“Fuck you, Vegeta!” She said
charging toward the Ouji.
Vegeta merely chuckled at
the threat. “Sure, but you do remember what happened last time.”
At that the girl’s eyes got
big and she growled loudly before flashing her Ki and taking off in a fury.
“Is it a good idea for her
to fly angry, Geta?” Goku asked looking off it the distance.
“Yeah,
sure. She’ll be fine.” The prince
replied. “Now…”
He said approaching the
taller Saiyan. “Where were we Kakarot?”
Prince lecherous leer was
enough to cause the younger man to blush and scratch the back on his head
absently.
“Well…um…I was hoping that
we could just talk.” He said with a nervous chuckling.
The Prince was not pleased.
Not in the least.
******
A pair of surprised brown
eyes locked with a pair of narrowed sky blue. He sputtered for a plausible
excuse, but oddly enough he had not been prepared for this.
“What are you doing in my
mom’s bed?” The small blue haired girl said, a stern
looked plastered on her young face.
She looked disturbingly like
her sire and that did not sit well with the former desert bandit.
“I…well…uh…” Yamcha
stuttered.
“I…uh…What!” She barked her little hands resting on her narrow
hips.
“Well, your mother invited
me.” He said, searching underneath the covers for his long forgotten boxers.
“To do
what?!” Bra asked her blueberry
colored tail snapping behind her.
Yamcha paled in response.
“Well…when a guy and a girl really like each other…”
“Oh please!” The little girl
groaned.
The seven year old was not
pleased. She had ventured into her mother’s bedroom in hopes on ratting on her
brother and his ‘boyfriend’ for all the loud music and the annoying bumping of
his head board against their shared wall only to find that bandit guy Yamcha obviously
nude in her mother’s bed. What was with these people! Didn’t they have any
morals…Eww!
She growled and stomped out
of the room.
“I hope you guys use some
sort of contraceptive because I don’t want any weak ningen brothers or
sisters!” She hollered before leaving, making sure to slam the door.
Yamcha just stared at the
closed door in disbelief. That little girl was scary.
******
Bulma Briefs entered her
kitchen to find Son ChiChi cooking up a storm. She was humming and busily
chopping onions and bell peppers totally oblivious to the CEO’s presence.
“Chi.” The blue haired
genius sighed causing the younger woman to look and a give a small smile. Bulma
was not fooled of course; the slight smile had failed to reach the raven haired
woman’s tired brown eyes. “I told you that you don’t have to do this. We have
bots that do this sort of thing.”
“I know…I know.” ChiChi
said. “But it tasted better my way. Besides, I have to find some sort of way of
paying you back for letting me and Goten stay here.”
“You know that you don’t
have to pay me back anything.” Bulma said fixing a cup of coffee.
“I know that it must be
strange for you, me putting you in this awkward position and all.” ChiChi said
quietly. “Knowing how close you and Goku are.”
The scientist was taken
aback. It was odd seeing ChiChi so calm…and…nice. In all the time she’d known
the woman, most of the time she was screeching and yelling about something. But
since she’d been there the harping had been at a minimum and she had been doing
all of the cooking. The cleaning for the most part had been the job of the
robomaids. Capsule Corp was still too large for even the mighty ChiChi to keep
up.
“Come on, Chi have a seat.”
She offered. “Everything smells so good.”
“Oh, it’s just a new stew
I’m trying.” The dark haired woman said.
The two women had never had
much in common except for the fact that they both had ties to Goku. They
occasionally crossed paths because of their sons. Goten and Trunks had been
inseparable from the moment they set eyes on each other.
The blue eyed woman briefly
wondered if ChiChi knew about their boys’ new relationship. But she stilled her
tongue. If she didn’t she definitely didn’t want to be the one to mention it.
So she tired something else.
“So…how is Gohan fairing?”
“Oh…” ChiChi muttered
twirling a strand of hair around one of her fingers. “I talked to him earlier.
I think he’s doing a lot better. Pan seems to be taking things well. He filed
for a divorce a week or so ago. I had hoped that maybe they could work things
out for Pan’s sake, but no one has even heard from Videl.”
“Oh.” Bulma said sipping her
coffee. “Well Pan’s a resilient little girl. I think that she will be fine.
When me and Vegeta broke up it was like nothing ever happened if you’d asked
Bra.”
“Gohan’ll
be alright too I suppose.” She chuckled lamely. “He’s got a strong spirit. But
you would know better than me though I guess.”
“Yes…I suppose.”
The silence was quite
uncomfortable. Bulma berated herself for not having any better conversation to
offer her friend. She had always thought of the other woman as such. Even if they did not speak often. She could empathize with
her. They both had been the mates of very eccentric Saiyan men. That alone
should have been enough to make them the best of friends. They had been through
so much together. Why weren’t they closer?
The older woman chalked it
up to the fact that ChiChi had always lived so far away. She never made much of
an effort to leave her mountain home. Come to think of it, she never really saw
much of Goku either. When he did come up, he always
immediately sot out Vegeta.
Bulma looked up from her
drink.
“So, I have been wondering…”
“Why it is I left Goku
exactly?”
“Well, yes.” Bulma said
quietly. “I had been wondering, but I didn’t want to pry.”
“Really, Bulma Briefs didn’t
want to pry?!’ ChiChi nearly yelled put countered with an odd smile that Bulma
had only seen on rare occasions. “It’s been almost two weeks and you haven’t
even asked?”
Bulma felt a little ashamed
at that. She had been very busy with work lately. When ChiChi and Goten first
moved in the most she got say to them was where they would be sleeping.
“Well...”
The former warrior princess
sighed wearily. “Do you mind if I ask you a question first?”
“Well of course.”
“Why did you and Vegeta
break up?”
The scientist gave a snort
at this.
“As if we
were even ever together in the first place.” She smiled ruefully. “The real question should have
been why the hell I thought the lug head was a great choice in the first place.
And that is a long and idiotic story.”
ChiChi could not resist. “Do
tell.” She said in interest.
“Well, I was young…” Bulma
said in defense.
Her companion snorted softly
at this.
“Okay, so not so young, but naive
and I thought that I could change him. You know, I had the bad boy complex
pretty bad then.”
“Not to mention the fact
that he was a prince.” The blue haired woman continued. “The
prince of a totally extinct race and obliterated planet but still a prince.
And for some unfathomable reason I thought that was cool.”
“I should have known better
than to think that I could tame a Saiyan…an arrogant Saiyan bastard prince at
that. Ha!”
A chuckle. A snort. A
chortle. And finally all out laughter.
“You know ChiChi” Bulma said
exhaustedly. “I was really trying to bond just then.”
“I know *giggle* I’m sorry.
*grin* It’s just that…” She finally composed her self. “That’s a really stupid
reason to shack up with someone. And you had kids with him too.”
A lopsided
grin. “Shut up Chi. As if you’re
tricking Goku into marring you was such a bright idea.”
“Oh…but I have a defense.”
The Amazonian said as she checked on her food. “I had no idea what a Saiyan was
or the depth of my Goku’s naivety when we got together. You on the other hand
have no excuse…and don’t give me that ‘I was young nonsense’.”
Bulma mumbled something rude
sounding under her breath.
“I suppose.” Bulma said
smiling. “I can look back on it and laugh now at least.”
“I guess I can now too.” Chi
said from her post at the stove. “Goku and I haven’t
been a married couple for a long time now. I don’t know if we ever have been.”
“But I swear, there were times when I could have sworn we were happy.”
The dark haired woman said with a sigh. “It just took one thing for me to
realize that that it was over.”
“And what was that?” The
blunette asked. “You still haven’t told me what happened, y’know.”
The shorter woman returned
to her seat with a cup of her own.
“He’s finally found someone else.”
She said. “I wouldn’t have ever left him otherwise.”
“What!” Bulma crowed. “Goku?!”
“Yes, he’s finally realized
it I suppose.” The homemaker continued. “I’ve known it for a while now. I’m
surprised that it escaped you Bulma.”
The other woman’s brows
scrunched in confusion. Then suddenly a light bulb went off in her head making
those cerulean orbs flicker with mischief. This look was known to anyone who
had spent any time around Bulma Briefs. A small smile broke out across the
woman’s face.
“Really?” She gasped.
“Yep.” Chi said as she stirred her tea. “I thought that
he’d never get a clue.”
“And you’re okay with it?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” She
asked. “You can’t fight nature you know. And who am I to question Saiyan
instincts. Hell, when I caught Goten and Trunks together I knew Goku and Vegeta
wouldn’t be far behind.”
“Whoa
Chi!” The genius said in shock.
“You’ve really mellowed in your old age.”
The other woman gave false
smile.
“And you’ve really settled
in yours.” Chi said. “So how long were you planning on keeping Yamcha a
secret?”
“I hope not for long,” A
familiar voice said. “Because Bra nearly bit my head off just
a minute ago.”
The two mothers turned to
see their two teenaged Demis standing in the door way.
“Yeah,” Goten added. “She
was screaming something about inconsiderate family members that insisted on
throwing their overactive sex lives in her face.”
“Hey,” Trunks said throwing
his hands up in a placating manner. “I told her to start knocking before she
barged into people’s rooms.”
“Oh good Kami, did she go
into my room?” Bulma asked.
“Yep.” The blacked haired teen answered. “Yelled
at Yamcha too. Bulma you dog you!” He added with a lecherous grin.
“Cut it out, Goten.” The
lavender haired prince said nudging his friend.
ChiChi just smiled.
“Boys, why
don’t you do me a favor and go and check on Gohan and Panny.” The charcoal haired woman said with a smile. “Invite
them over for dinner. I’m sure they’d like a home cooked meal.”
“I’m sure they would too.”
The young Son said heading for the door. “It wasn’t like there was much home
cooking going on when Videl was
there.”
“Shut up Goten!” His boyfriend
said pushing him out the door.
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Author’s Note:
Good grief it’s over. Thank
Dende! Anywho, don’t know what is going to happen in the next one but there
will be some Goku and Vegeta, Gohan and the boys, and maybe so more stuff at
the Lab…who knows….*Sigh*
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