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Save The Day	By : jaygoose Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 1676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
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- 3
- 4
Save the Day

I don�t own DBZ.

Warning: Fav Character abuse and death.
Oh, I have given up on the humor aspect of this story altogether if you hadn�t
noticed.

Chapter Three

He hesitated to
open his eyes. He refused to acknowledge the presence. Some where in his mind
it was screaming�scratching and clawing to be heard. He ignored it. He savored the
smell of the trees. The odor of the on coming rain. The sounds of the remaining
animals that had dared to witness the impending atrocity. He ignored the rustle
of fabric. The proof that his intended had come. The ones he wished could see
that this was futile.

Why would they do
this? Couldn�t they see? They were going to die and neither they nor their
�enemy� would be able to do anything to stop it.

His head hurt.
The voice was getting louder.

�Move!� It demanded. �Open your eyes!�

He heard a growl.
It was not his own. He opened his eyes reluctantly. The vision before him was
blurred by the water in his eyes. He grit his teeth in
frustration, razor sharp canines breaking the skin of his pale lips. He could
not will his mouth to move.

�You are so weak!� the voice boomed.

Then suddenly it
hit him like a freight train. His mind reeled with the imagined impact. And
suddenly he found him self mentally pushed aside. He wasn�t in control any
longer. He had come back, leaving
him trapped on the inside looking out. He felt his tongue licking at the blood
that stained his lips and cringed mentally at the metallic taste.

�Ahh, Prince
Vegeta.� He heard an unfamiliar voice croon. �And if it isn�t the Namek. It�s
been a long time.�

But�it was
familiar�then again�it was not. It was his voice�wasn�t it?

�Cell.� The green warrior, the one called Piccolo
spit back with undying vehemence.

Cell could feel
his face pull in to a dangerous smirk though he had no hand in it. The flame
haired man eyed him apprehensively. He seemed to be in a sort of silent
surprise. Cell felt the arms that were previously hanging down at his sides
raised and folded neatly across his chest.

�So�It really is
you?� The Saiyan Prince replied.

�How ever did you
guess?� He replied.

Vegeta growled
menacingly.

�How could I
forget such an ugly mug?� The prince said. �Though I must say your design has
improved greatly since the last time I saw you, Android. But who was the idiot
that recycled the parts?!�

�Don�t trouble
yourself with useless questions, little man.� Cell barked in that oh so
annoyingly superior tone of his. �Besides, you won�t live long enough to meet
her anyway.�

The brown haired
prince scoffed at the threat.

�Ha! That idiot
woman must have forgotten your brain or have you already forgotten.� Vegeta said
as he fell in to a battle stance. �We defeated you once, Android; we can
certainly do it again.�

Cell mentally
winced as his consciousness was flooded with the most bitter
hatred that he had ever experienced in his short life. The person controlling his body however
erupted in a hearty laugh causing the Namekian grimace slightly at the sound.

�It would seem
that you are the one who has forgotten, Vegeta.� He said finally. �You were not
the one to defeat me.�

�Well Kakarot�s
brat isn�t here right now!� The prince growled. �But I will be more than happy
to kill you again myself.�

�Vegeta!� Piccolo barked. �Don�t be stupid. He�s
much stronger than he was before.�

�Well so am I.�
Vegeta replied icily.

A laugh even more
chilling than the pervious one echoed throughout the clearing.

�You are quite
perceptive, Piccolo,� Cell�s mouth moved to form the words, his traitorous
tongue helping to create the syllables. �Just as I remember you. I might just
kill you after I finish with the
prince here.�

This of course
pried a primal scream from said Prince.

And before anyone
could say anything, the irate Prince was flying at the Cell in untamable
fury. Piccolo watched in a mix of horror
and fear. He knew. Cell could tell by the look on his face. Piccolo knew that
his new look was not just external. Their eyes locked briefly�Cell fought to
let himself be known. But just as quickly as he pushed
through he was shoved back down by the other presence.

�What are you going?!� He
snarled. �You�re going to get us��

Whatever his
former self had tried to say was interrupted, quite brutally I might add, by a vicious
left hook that sent him hurtling into a row of trees.

When his eyes
opened again, he saw nothing but an angry grey sky. There was a dull ache in
the right side of his face. Cell�s mouth opened in a silent gasp.

�You worthless idiot!� The disembodied voice howled in his mind.
�You could have gotten us killed!�

�I don�t wish to
fight them.� He said aloud weakly, silently praying that his past self would
listen. �I don�t understand why they have to die.�

He winced as he
tried to move his abused jaw. The little prince could pack quite a wallop.
Maybe he shouldn�t have forced his power level down that way. He had left his
body as well and the Android Cell�s open to attack.

�They are standing in our way.� The one also called Cell replied. �It is what you do with those that stand in
your way. It wasn�t as if they had any qualms about ever doing the same to us.
Do you truly not remember?�

Mirai Cell
refused to reply.

�Fine!� The android�s voice continued. �Then,
I will remind you.�

The grey clouds
faded away into and blinding white and then he was suddenly bombarded by
images, noises, voices�There was yelling and screaming. A fight. He was in a
fight�with the boy. The one who�d killed him�

Gohan, his eyes
burned in aqua flames. His face�that was not the face of a little boy. It was
twisted in rage. Rage directed solely at him. Cell had never felt so small. So
utterly terrified, but his outward appearance could have even fooled him. He
stood his ground. Undeterred. His arms reared to his side, behind himself and
he began to gather the needed energy. A Kamehameha Wave�that technique he knew
because of Son Goku. He would use on the man�s own son.

But it would seem
the boy had similar ideas�

The two massive
amounts of energy collided in the center of their self made battle field. A
foreign feeling began to creep through out Cell�s body. It ached with every
gush of energy he pushed out of his being into the very tips of his ebony
clawed fingers. Except it wasn�t enough�

And then there
was the coupe de grace, the moment in time that sealed his fate. A powerful
wave of Ki blasted him from behind. In all honesty, it hadn�t really hurt�that much. But it was enough to get his
attention. He turned his offended head and saw the prince; Vegeta was smirking
down at him�

Where the hell had he come
from?

Cell turned
around just in time to realize that he had lost�and the blinding light consumed
him.

A silent scream erupted
from his mental mouth. The imaginary fingers that he had held on so tightly
with were numbed now, he let go.

Lavender orbs
opened again. This time he was no longer hindered by the weak willed one. He would
finish what he had started all those years ago. He lifted his abused body out
of the rubble of the fallen trees. Sitting up he could see two figures off in
the distance. With is keen hearing he could make out that they were arguing;
the precise words to boot.

�There is
something not quite right about him.� Piccolo said. �We should be more
careful.�

�Stay out of my
way, Namek!� Vegeta snarled. �You�ve wasted enough time!�

By the time the
prince had turned around, Cell was already on his feet. A grim smile plastered across
his pastel features. It was almost enough to stop the rabid prince dead in his
tracks. Cell noticed the moment of hesitation and chuckled to himself.

�Come now,
Vegeta.� He said thoroughly amused. �Don�t tell me you�re having second
thoughts? Come on�make me suffer. That�s what you promised wasn�t it?�

Cell little taunt
was answered by an admirable amount of Ki being flung at him, which he narrowly
avoided by smacking it into the surrounding woods.

�Hmm�nice.� He remarked. �Unfortunately, you�re going
to have to do a lot better.�

The fire that had
begun in the surrounding brush had given the scene and eerie light. Cell smiled
at the picture�this would truly be perfect. Cell�s body fell into a fighting
stance and he locked eyes with a furious Vegeta. The Namek, Piccolo finally
gave in and prepared for combat as well.

�Good��The Android
thoughts projected throughout the shared mind. �Watch closely Mirai, I wouldn�t want you to miss a moment.�

�The both of you
may attack.� He said aloud. �Don�t be shy!�

The fight broke
out from there. The fiery willed Ouji began a melee of attacks, none of them
meeting their marks. He had already powered up to Super Saiyan 2, Cell however
had barely broken a sweat. Piccolo had yet to attack, trying as best he could
to the circle the fight in the closed in area. Cell knew that he was looking
for an opening, that or he was afraid that the enraged Saiyan Prince would
mistake him for the enemy.

�How
disappointing!� Cell goaded.
�I would have thought that after all these years you would have made some
improvement.�

�Geraahhh!� Vegeta howled in frustration. �Stop your incessant
chatter android and fight!�

Cell smacked away
another Ki blast. He noticed out of the corner of his eyes that it had nearly
taken off the head of the Namekian.

�Vegeta!� The green one yelled. �We must move the
fight. There is not enough room here!�

�Oh
no!� Cell smiled. �This
is perfect!�

And a speed that neither
Piccolo nor Vegeta could sense, Cell had wrapped a clawed hand around the
prince�s throat and flung him into his green companion. Both of their flailing
bodies sending burning trees in every which direction. The green haired hybrid knew that by now the easily
maddened prince was livid at this point. The weakness that he had counted on,
Vegeta�s temper, he would use it to defeat the shortsighted Saiyan.

He was barely
able to suppress the smile that threatened to bloom when he made out the
blurred blue and black form that quickly descended upon him. There was a loud
sound of electricity popping and that blur was sent back as quickly as it came.

The
energy field. Though
his favorite technique was now powered by massive amounts of Ki with his new,
organic body it was still quite affective (also making it ridiculously easy to
hide). The hotheaded prince hadn�t even known what hit him. He was in a heap of
tangled and blooded limbs not far from him.

�You disappoint
me Saiyan.� Cell said as he stood over the barely conscious Prince. �I do hope
the others put up a better fight!�

Before Vegeta
could get a word in edgewise, Cell�s hand was covering his mouth.

�Hush now, sweet
Prince.� He said with a sinister grin. �Say no more. I will end this torment
for you.�

�You see Mirai�Weaklings like these are
far better off dead.�

The hand covering
the defeated man�s mouth began to glow with powerful blue energy. Cell stared
into the wide brown eyes one last time, ignoring the muffled yells he discerned
were vicious obscenities.

�Farewell��

******

Hard ebony eyes
opened wearily. He quickly realized that he was hovering above the ground. The
hand he had instantly felt around his neck tightened slightly.

�Ah,
Piccolo, so good that you are finally awake.� Cell voice said softly.

He felt so weak!
What had happened?

He looked at the
face of his attacker, noting the dark crimson that stained his pale blue face.
He immediately search for the Ki signature of the prince and found none. His
heart sank. Cell just stared at him as if studying him. His dark purple tongue
crept outward and lapped at the blood at had run down his face and accumulated
on his upper lip.

�It would seem
that Saiyans enjoy the taste of the blood of their own.� Cell said quietly never
breaking eye contact with him. �I wonder though, what does Namekian blood taste
like?�

�Get your hands
off of me!� Piccolo screamed defiantly. His voice cracked. His oxygen starved
throat ached from the immense pressure being put on it. He pulled up and heavy
hand and dug sharp claws of his own into the soft flesh of the green haired man
before him.

Those pale purple
hues never changed, but the mouth did. The slight smile there disappeared
completely.

�I said that I�d
wait to kill you after the prince.� Cell finally said. �I believe that time is
upon us.�

A knee collided
with his stomach, though Cell barely flinched.

�Nice try.� He
said angrily. �Now it is time for the taste, eh?�

He raised the
Namek higher and then plunged him back viciously. Piccolo erupted in a loud
scream. He felt himself impaled on the branch of tree; a rather large branch at
that. His eyes watered, his mouth twisting in a grimace of pain.

�Through these
new eyes I can truly appreciate the pleasure of the kill.� Cell said softly.

The bastard
Saiyan brought a blood soaked hand to his mouth and tasted.

�Hmm�� He pondered
briefly. �Not as good as the Prince�s. But interesting in your own way.�

Suddenly, just as
Piccolo had truly given up and resigned to his fate, he was surprised by how
quickly the expression the other man�s face changed. He wondered briefly what
was about to happen. That was when he felt it.

�It would seem
that a certain someone has decided to join us.� Cell said with a huge grin. �Finally!�

�No�Son.� Piccolo
said, though it was slightly garbled.

Cell frowned.

�His power level
is a bit weaker than I expected.� He said completely turning his back to
Piccolo. �A guess birthing a whelp has taken its toll. Though the fight might
be worth something when he realizes his mate is gone.�

�Won�t this be
fun, Mirai?� He said aloud.

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A/N: This whole chapter was a flashback to
like fifteen years ago if you hadn�t guessed�Dammit I wish that I had actually
seen the Cell Games. *growls* I�m going off of the cuts scenes from DBZ: Budokai.
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