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DragonBall V: A World both
Familiar and Foreign

Chapter 32: Denial

Vegeta felt himself being pulled forward, though the
movement was not of his own doing. He felt confused and disoriented as the last
moments of his life replayed themselves in his mind’s eye over and over again.
He came to a stop suddenly before a very large creature sitting behind a desk
that made a house look like a pebble. “What… what is going on?” Vegeta asked,
still bewildered by the happenings.

The gargantuan red-skinned creature looked down at his desk
then at the Saiyan prince. “Vegeta, I am King Yemma.
It is I who shall pass judgment upon your life.”

The prince scowled and looked around. “Where is Cell? He
should be here as well!”

The judge of the fallen frowned and flipped through his
papers again. One of his aides spoke up a moment later. “King Yemma, Cell is the creature that has been sending so many
of Earth’s people here lately.”

“Oh, of course. Yes… he is not dead
yet, Vegeta.” Yemma informed him.

“What?!” The Saiyan shouted in
disbelief. “You’re telling me I gave my life for nothing!? That freak is still terrorizing
Earth!? My family is still in danger! Send me back to Earth this instant! I
demand it!”

“Your time on Earth has passed. It is time for you to be
judged.” The behemoth announced. He looked over the prince’s file and frowned.
“You have led a very interesting life, Vegeta. Complicated as
well. It presented quite a problem with judging you. For most of your
life you destroyed, killed, and gloried in it. But for the last few years, you
have led a peaceful life and sought to preserve rather than destroy. You even
sacrificed your own life to save an innocent’s life, even though your previous
meeting with her was… not to your liking.”

Vegeta scowled. ‘I should have just blasted that bucket of
bolts into pieces. Instead I give my life for nothing? I will never make that
sacrifice again if I have an alternative. This I swear.’

“However…” King Yemma continued in
a grave tone. “A few acts of goodness do not balance out a life spent in the
pursuit of power and death. I hereby sentence you to Hell. I am sorry.”

The prince’s eyes widened in outrage and
surprise. “What!? You dare presume to judge me,
you fat tub of brainless…” Before he could finish his insult, and despite the
powering up he was doing at that moment, the floor beneath him opened up and he
fell, unable to fly back up, into the depths of hell. A
whispered apology to Bulma were the last words spoken by the fallen
Saiyan warrior, and they floated up to the guilt ridden ears of the Judge of
the Dead.

************************

Bulma awoke to an empty cold bed. It was not the first time
she had woken up alone, in fact that was often the case as Vegeta had a
tendency to wake early and renew his training. The night when he crawled into
her bed, sore and tired from his efforts were often the only times she saw him
at all during a day. But those moments were precious, even if no words were
spoken and no actions were taken. The world always felt safer and full of hope
when her mate was next to her. But this time was different. Vegeta wasn’t
coming back, and the world no longer felt safe and very little hope remained.

She sat up and sighed. The blue haired woman noticed Chichi
asleep in a chair next to the bed with Okura’s crib beside it. The lavender
haired baby was asleep as well, much to her relief. She loved the baby boy, but
she was not in the mood to deal with him. The inventive genius crept out of the
bedchamber and out onto the main area of the Guardian’s Lookout. There she saw
Peasa leaning against a pillar and staring off into space, Trunks doing katas and looking quite perturbed, and Gohan sitting near
the Saiyan girl and watching the clock over the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. The demi-Saiyan boy glanced her way and gave her an encouraging
smile. “Bulma! I’m happy to see you up. Is there
anything I can get for you? Some water? Something to eat?”

The blue-haired woman shook her head. “I can’t eat right
now. I don’t think I could even keep it down if I tried. But thanks kiddo.” She
approached Peasa and knelt down to look her in the eye. “Any
news from Krillin? Is he still… you know.”

The girl blinked and took a few moments to process what she
was being asked. “He’s alive. I can’t sense Cell anymore, but I know he’s still
around. I don’t think he’s absorbed that android girl yet either, so I guess
Krillin is keeping her safe. I can’t tell where he is, just that he’s alive.
I’m a bit worried about him.”

Bulma smiled softly and stroked the girl’s spiky hair for a
moment. “I know. He can take care of himself. He’s a lot stronger than he
looks. You know that. I’m more worried about Goku and Piccolo. Their training
may not be enough, but they likely won’t have time to train for a second day…
year… whatever.” She sighed and glanced at the Room of Spirit and Time. “I kind of wish that Piccolo and Kami hadn’t fused. The dragon
balls vanished when they did. I don’t know if they knew that was a consequence
or not. But, as it stands, we have no way to wish the fallen back since Namek
is gone.”

“Don’t remind me, Bulma… I mean mom.” Peasa grumbled. She
cast a sad look towards the chamber where Vegeta’s body was being held and
looked away again. “Frankly, if Kakkarot and the Namek can’t take out Cell, I
doubt that I and the half-breed over there will do much better.”

Trunks froze in mid-motion and glared at his adoptive
sister. “Quit calling me that! I’m just as much a Saiyan as you, you little…”

“Quiet you two! I can’t take your bickering today, all
right? Just spare me.” Bulma cried, clutching at her
temples as a headache started to form. She paused and looked at Peasa intensely
for a few moments then her expression brightened. “That’s it! I have an idea!
The genius that is yours truly has come up with another truly inspired idea!
Trunks! Get your lazy butt over here! Take me to my lab at Capsule Corp. right
now! There’s not a moment to waste! You can get back here and go into the time
chamber to train with your sister when you get back. Peasa, watch over Gohan if
you wouldn’t mind, and if Chichi wakes up ask her to
watch over your little brother for me for a while. Thanks!” She hurried over to
Trunks, who shrugged at the other two onlookers then flew away with his mother.

“I wonder what all that was about?” Gohan stated.

Peasa shrugged and looked up at the sky for a few moments.
“So, tell me about that girl that was kissing on you at that pervert’s island.
Are you two close?”

The boy fidgeted nervously. “Uh… I wouldn’t say close. We
competed against each other in the last Budoukai. Since then we’ve been writing
off and on. We’re just friends.”

The girl elbowed Gohan in the ribs and tickled his nose
teasingly with the tip of her tail. “It looked like you two were more than
friends when she kissed you.”

The demi-Saiyan boy blushed and
swatted at the tail tickling at his nose. “She only did it because dad yelled
it. She was just teasing me. You know, doing it to embarrass me. It’s nothing
like what you’re thinking!”

Peasa chuckled. “Sure, kid. Sure.” She decided then to
change the subject. “Did you know that Saiyans reach full maturity normally
between the ages of 14 and 15? In our culture, that is when you are considered
an adult. It’s also about that age that we have our growth spurt.”

Gohan blinked. “Really?”

“Yeah.” The Saiyan girl smiled at
him. “Basically 80% of our total growth takes place during that time. Before
that, there’s only a small amount of growth in Saiyan children. We resemble
humans of about your age up until we hit that growth spurt. Then in a short
period of time, we reach our full adult height and reach sexual maturity.
Essentially, we go from childhood to adulthood almost literally overnight.”

Gohan blinked a few times. “How old are you, Onee-san? [big sister]”

“15.” Peasa smiled at him. <Big sister,
huh? That’s so cute.> “You’re 8, ne?” After
the boy nodded she continued speaking. “Just wait a few years, Gohan. You’ll
reach adulthood and have all these thoughts and urges… it’s really quite
distracting.”

The demi-Saiyan boy blushed.
<Urges… I never thought about Peasa being old enough to want to be with
someone like that… that’s so weird.> “Oh… well… um…”

The girl chuckled, seeing a change of subject was in order
before the boy had a meltdown. “It’s going to be strange without Vegeta around.
I’ve never really connected with Bulma. To tell the truth, I’ve been around
males my whole life. It’s what I’m accustomed to. It’s what I’m comfortable
with. Relating to Bulma is just… hard. The only thing we really have in common
is our interest in science and Vegeta. And, I’m sure she suspects that I use to
have a crush on him.”

Gohan’s eyes widened in shock.
<Peasa and Vegeta?! That’s just… weird!> “When did it change?” <Please
say it changed… ew!>

The Saiyan girl frowned in thought, her tail swishing around
unconsciously. “I don’t know. I guess not that long after he adopted me. I
think it was partly a matter of pheromones.”

“What do you mean?” The young Son asked, perplexed. He knew
what pheromones were, but why would they be involved with Peasa and Vegeta
forming a parent-child bond?

Peasa chewed her lip thoughtfully and considered how to explain
it. “Well, when we were captured by King Cold and I was being tortured, Vegeta
proclaimed me as his daughter. This isn’t unheard of in Saiyan society. In
fact, it’s rather common for older Saiyans to recognize in a child all the
qualities they would be proud of were they a child of their own. If the child
has no parents, it’s likely the older Saiyan would adopt them. In the royal
family this happens even more often. The children sired by the king aren’t
always the best choice for a successor. In fact, often the throne went to an
adopted child, one who shares a bond with the sovereign. This child usually had
all the best qualities to be the next ruler. Intelligence,
strength, and a willingness to sacrifice oneself for the protection of one’s
people. Vegeta, despite being the old king’s birth child and being
raised in large part by the tyrant Frieza, was the
epitome of Saiyan royalty. Perhaps he saw something similar in me. I don’t
know. No matter the case, he sensed in me the daughter he never had. Blood
relations matter little in this case.”

Gohan nodded, beginning to understand. “You miss him, don’t
you? I can tell you loved him a great deal.”

The Saiyan girl sighed, sadness radiating off of her as her
thoughts shifted to the fallen prince. “He was the only parent I ever knew.
Bulma is nice, but… like I said, we just never connected. My uncle use to tell
my brother and me that your childhood is over the moment you realize that
someday you are going to die. Seeing Vegeta broken and lifeless… I came to that
realization.” She looked at the boy and managed a sad smile. “I hope you never
reach that point, kiddo.”

The child frowned in sympathy then leaned forward to wrap
his arms around the teen’s shoulders. She was still for a few moments then
allowed herself to sob on his shoulder. <I came to that realization when my
father died when I was a child. Even if I didn’t understand it then, I
certainly did when I lost control and nearly killed myself when I killed Frieza’s goons. I understand completely…>

Chichi came out of the bedchamber holding the infant Okura
in her arms. “Gohan! Where’s Bulma?”

Gohan fought the urge to yank himself out of Peasa’s
embrace, though he wasn’t sure why the gesture embarrassed him. “She went to
work on something at her lab. She asked if you would take care of the baby
while she was gone. She didn’t say anything more. She just took off with
Trunks.” <Bulma can fly on her own… I guess she
asked Trunks to fly her because he’s faster. She’s working on something where
time is of the essence… I wonder what it is?>

Chichi sighed and poked her head around the corner. “Mr. Popo, sir? Would you happen to have any milk around?”

The genie hurried off to the kitchen and returned with a
bottle. “Oh yes! Ms. Bulma left her extra bottles here.”

Goku’s mate smiled and fed the hungry Saiyan baby, glad that
Bulma had the forethought to bring some bottles of breast milk to the lookout.
She glanced in the direction of the Capsule Corporation (or rather the
direction she assumed it to be in) and pondered on the same thing that occupied
her son’s mind.

***************************

Videl took one last look at her neck, hidden under a
turtleneck sweater, and saw the bruises were beginning to fade. Luckily for
her, she always healed quickly. Also, it was unseasonably cool that day so no
one gave her a second glance for wearing the sweater, though they still did
since she was a new face at the school. But she was done with school for the
day and heading for Master Roshi’s island home now to continue her training.

“Bye bye, Vadel!”
One of the students called.

The daughter of Mr. Satan grimaced, but didn’t bother
correcting the girl. She was already throwing the capsule that held her plane,
after all. “To Roshi’s island, please.” She told the mechanical pilot. After they
launched, the blue-eyed girl sighed and plopped down into one of the padded
chairs and worked on her homework on the flight. Occasionally she scratched at
her neck and wondered what fate had befallen her attacker. <I can’t really
think anything bad about the girl. She didn’t do anything to me. She even tried
to keep the guy from attacking me. I hope she’s ok. But I hope that boy had his
head ripped off and fed to a dinosaur!>

Just as Videl was putting the finishing touches on her
homework, the plane landed. She frowned and took a few moments to look it over
then packed it away. She glanced out of one of the windows and saw the
silhouette of the turtle hermit sitting in front of his television, so she went
ahead and changed into her training gi and stepped
off the plane. A moment later, it was re-capsulized
and tucked away and she was entering the hermit’s house. “I’m here, Master
Roshi. Are you ready to… what are you watching?”

Roshi was staring at the women on the screen exercising and
swaying from side to side and flexing his arms in excitement. “Eh heh heh heh! That’s right girls! Work those legs!” He
glanced to the side and saw his newest pupil doing her best to keep from
laughing at him. “Oh… uh… hello there young Videl.
Eh……. How long have you been standing there?”

“About a minute or two. Do you
always get that interested in aerobics? I would think you would exercise as
well. What’s the point of watching it if you’re not going to exercise?” The
girl frowned at the old pervert in confusion.

The turtle elder felt sweat beading on his forehead and
decided a change of subject was in order. “So, ready to get to the training for
today?”

The girl nodded and followed the old man out to the beach.
They stopped just before reaching the waves. “Are we going to spar? Or maybe
you’re going to show me how to do the kamehameha
wave?” Videl inquired eagerly.

“No, no. Not today. You have much to learn before you could
wield such a technique. I want you to concentrate on meditation for now. Focus
your senses, reach out with them and try to feel out the strongest kis on the planet. Try to get a sense for who they are, and
where they are. You must be able to sense the energy in those around you if you
are ever to hope to sense your own potential.” Roshi commanded.

“That’s it? You just want me to meditate?” The girl asked in
a disappointed tone.

“Meditation is very important, you impatient little…” The
hermit coughed and lowered his voice. “Yes, just meditate for now. You’ll thank
me later for helping you develop these skills. They took the rest of us a very
long time to learn, so you’ll be happy to acquire these skills so early on.”
Seeing that the girl was still upset about not going anything more physical, he
decided on a matter he had been pondering since the day before. “I was thinking
of taking you to see Korin later. But I have to warn you, it might take you
quite a while to reach him, and possibly a very long time to complete his
training. Why, it took me three years to complete his training. But, your
skills are far more advanced then mine were at that time, so it shouldn’t take
you more than a few days.”

“I have school.” Videl reminded him, frowning at the thought
of missing such desirable training. <I know I’ve heard that name before. Something about a tower, and magic water. Could that be the
person he is referring to?>

Roshi paced around a bit then turned to look at the girl.
“I’ll write you a note excusing you. Like I said, it shouldn’t take you more
than a few days. Surely you can catch up on your studies. I’ll even give you a
few days off of training afterwards so you can catch up on schoolwork. Agreed?”
<Korin could certainly teach her how to harness her ki
sensing the quickest and he should help improve her endurance and speed as
well.>

The blue-eyed girl looked down at the ground for a long
moment then shrugged and nodded. “Sounds good.”

The hermit cackled. “It’s agreed then. Now, meditate for a
while. I’ll leave you alone. When I come back out, I’ll put the heaviest shell
I have on you and start training you.” Without awaiting a response, the turtle
elder rushed back inside and flipped the television back on.

Mr. Satan’s daughter tuned the perverted laughter she was
hearing out and concentrated on her meditation. Unfortunately, she wasn’t able
to sense much more than the backs of her eyelids and the sunlight on her skin.
Needless to say, she was getting frustrated.

**************************

Android 18 was getting frustrated as well. Ever since they
had come out of the lake, she had been coyly flirting with the short man,
‘accidentally’ dropping things and bending over to pick them up, making vague
comments about how she wondered what men were like, everything short of just
blurting out that she wanted the monk to kiss her and maybe even some other
‘stuff’. But so far, he seemed oblivious. “Do you want me to cook that fish you
caught? I think I could figure out how.” She inquired.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I’ll just build a small fire and
set it up for roasting. You just relax.” Krillin replied, moving away to gather
up some firewood.

The blonde sighed and sat back against a tree. <No man
could be this polite and courteous. The information that Gero,
or at least I’m fairly sure it was Gero, placed in my
head seems to suggest nothing to the contrary.>

The monk returned and set up a fire and a spit to roast the
fish on, then he sat back against a tree somewhat near
the cyborg. “Goku and Piccolo should be finishing up their training in about an
hour. Piccolo was able to sense Cell once before, so perhaps he’ll be able to
again and we won’t even have to see his ugly face again?”

“I don’t want to talk about that freak that ate my brother.”
18 stated coldly. She noticed the man flinch and move slightly away from her
and she mentally chastised herself. <That’s definitely the way to bring him
closer to you. Snap at him. Way to go, 18. Next perhaps you’d like to jump on
him and start pummeling him?> “So, are you married?” <Damn, that was a
little too direct. He’s definitely going to know I’m up to something. Maybe if
I…>

“Nope.” Krillin responded,
interrupting the blonde android’s train of thought. “I’d ask you the same, but
I guess there’s no way you could be, huh?”

“……. Right.” 18 replied. <Thank you for reminding me. Jerk.>
“So no wife. Do you have a social life, or do you just train all the
time?” <In other words, are you a freak?>

Somewhere in the afterlife, Vegeta sneezed. “I do train a
lot, but I have a social life. Well… kind of. I’m not going out and meeting a
bunch of friends and partying all the time, but I have close friends. I even
had a girlfriend up until a short while ago.”

<Girlfriend… that explains it.
He’s still hung up on her. She probably dumped him and he’s trying to win her
back.> “I see. She didn’t like the hair?” <How could she not? He looks so
cute…>

The monk rubbed his wild black hair self-consciously. He was
still trying to feel comfortable with it, as the old beliefs from his childhood
spent in the Orin monk-hood held that all great martial artists shaved their
heads were still ingrained in him. “Does it look that bad?” He looked like he
was about to run off and shave his head.

“I think it suits you better than the bald head. So I was
right? She broke up with you because you re-grew your head while you were in
that weird training room you mentioned earlier?” Android #18 asked, leaning
forward and rubbing the man’s head much to his embarrassment.

“No, no. We were basically together because we weren’t with
anyone else. Basically, the relationship wouldn’t and couldn’t go anywhere. I
felt I was holding her back from finding her life mate, so I ended it. It was
hard…” Krillin sighed and used a stick to prod at the fire. The sun was setting
and the overall effect was very cozy.

“I see.” 18 replied. <Yep, he still has it bad for
her.> “You sound like you wish you hadn’t done that. What makes you so sure
you two aren’t meant to be together?”

The monk fidgeted nervously and stirred the embers again.
“Let’s just say that her instincts were pretty clear on that point. And
besides, I’ve had someone else on my mind for a long time now.”

The lovely blonde regarded the short man’s profile and
frowned. <So another woman. I see.> “Who is
she?” <So I can rip her head off. No… where did that thought come from? I
hope Gero’s programming isn’t affecting my judgment
like it did 17’s.>

Krillin glanced over at her, the look a little more
meaningful that he had planned. “Hey, I think the fish is done cooking. You
want some?”

#18 blinked. <He can’t mean me… can he? No, impossible. I
can’t get my thoughts in order. Part of me wants to just fly away and forget I
ever met him, but another part wants to stay near him, no matter what. I can’t
stand this! I have to say something. Tell him how attracted you are to him.
Tell him that you want to cuddle up with him and hope to stay hidden away with
him forever. What the hell am I thinking? I barely know this guy. Is this Gero’s programming or my human side that is causing all
this confusion? Or perhaps both. Damn, I hate this.
Maybe I should just fly far away and forget I ever met this guy? Just say
something. Tell him what is on your mind!> “Sure.” <Wow… I’m so proud of
myself. Sigh.>

They ate in silence, neither daring to speak. They were both
too distracted by their conflicting thoughts. Just as Krillin put out the fire
and they were getting up to head back into the house, a twig snapped nearby.
The monk dropped into a defensive crouch and put himself between the android
and the sound. “Damn… do you think he found us? 18, stay behind me.”

“No, come over to me, my lovely little morsel. You belong in
my body!” Cell’s voice announced a moment before he stepped into view.

“Ew. That
sounds like something I would say to…” She trailed off and blushed and glanced
at Krillin, who was too distracted to realize what she nearly said or what it
meant. “Leave me the hell alone you freak! You already ate my brother. Be happy
with that!”

“18, run. I’ll hold him off.” The
short man stated grimly.

“It doesn’t matter if she does run. I can sense her now,
thanks to her darling brother. So run if you like. I’ll find you as soon as I
deal with your little boyfriend.” Cell chuckled and took a few menacing steps
forward.

Krillin began to sweat. The monk flew forward and was
swatted to the side like a bothersome gnat. After crashing through a dozen
trees he finally came to stop. He got up and flew forward again, heedless of
the danger to himself. He knew that Goku and Piccolo would be coming out of the
hyperbolic time chamber any minute and would sense his power increase and know what it meant. He just had to hold Cell off long enough
for reinforcements to arrive. He cried out in pain when the monstrosity drove
its elbow into his back and knocked him half a meter into the ground. “Ow…” Was all he managed to say.

Android #18 didn’t know whether to help the man, and likely
end up getting devoured that much quicker, or to run as the monk had asked and
stretch out her life for a few minutes more. She was already jumping forward
and raining a flurry of blows upon the bio-engineered freak before she realized
she had decided. The deciding factor was the man dangling from the creatures reptilian hand, which was clutching the monk
around his formerly bald head.

“Oh, she’s feisty. She’s going to make such a delicious
meal, don’t you agree little Krillin?” Cell inquired, squeezing down on the
monk’s head.

“18… please… run…” The dark-haired man gasped out. He
brought his hand back and an energy disk formed there. “Destructo disk!” He cried, throwing the attack
desperately. At the pointblank range, the monster had little chance to dodge.
All he got for his effort was a severed arm. “GO!” Krillin shouted, using the
opening to move back and pour as much energy into an energy wave as he could.
The android took off at top speed after hesitating only a moment, tears
spilling from her eyes. “Kamehame…. AH!” The attack
was cut off when Cell launched forward and used his remaining arm to smack the
short man in the gut.

Without bothering to finish him off, Cell blasted forward
and made it in from of the fleeing cyborg before she had even gotten very far.
“No, you’re not leaving my dear. You belong with me!” His tail shot out,
opening up into a funnel and started sucking her in despite her best efforts to
get away. “Oh, what a glorious day this is! The day I become perfect!”

“NO!” Krillin shouted, flying forward at top speed and
raining blows upon the beast. He raised his hand and was about to blast the
creature’s tail off, but his attack was cut short as the newly regenerated arm
grabbed his throat.

“Now now… none
of that. Not when I’m so close! You won’t live to see my completion. You
annoyed me too much.” With that, he reached around to grab the back of Krillin’s head and with a savage twist, the monk plummeted
to the ground, staring up, paralyzed and dying, as Cell began to glow with new
energy. “Yes! Yes! I can feel it! This is glorious!” The creature shouted in
pure joy.

<18… I’m so sorry. I failed you.> Krillin thought. He
felt a sense of peace with an overtone of regret washing over him as his heart
began to slow. Tears fell from his eyes as Goku and Piccolo suddenly appeared.

“Aw shit, we’re too late!” Goku cried, watching Cell make
his final changes into his perfect form. He swore loudly and flew down to the
fallen monk. “I’ll be right back! See if you can beat him, I’ll join you in a
minute!” He vanished, teleporting the dying monk directly to Korin to get a
senzu bean.

Piccolo powered up to his maximum power and flew forward.
Just as he threw a punch, Cell dodged to the side effortlessly as if he were dodging
a snail. His fist short forward and burst straight through the Namek’s stomach and out the other side. “Pity,
little green man. I had hoped you’d be at least a moderate challenge. Shame on you.”

Piccolo gasped in pain and horror. <His new power is beyond
comprehension! Not even Goku can beat him… we’re doomed.>

Cell frowned and studied the green man impaled on his arm.
“Strange, you seem to have become much more powerful in the last day.”

“I was… in… training, you monster! Damn… if only we had more
time…” Piccolo slid off the monster’s arm and clutched at his wounded stomach,
concentrating on regenerating the wound. <Why did he let go of me?>

“Interesting. Could you become even
stronger if you had a few more days to train?” Cell inquired.

Piccolo stared at the bio-monster in disbelief. “Why would
you let us train longer?” <It has to be a trick.>

Cell smiled, regarding the Namek with his purple eyes. “For a challenge, of course. I want to test my new
abilities. What better way than to fight the best warriors on Earth at their
best? I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you two weeks to train. That should be more
than enough time.”

The Namek gasped in surprise as the last of his wound
regenerated. It was then that Goku reappeared, powered up to the maximum of his
Super Saiyan abilities. Unfortunately, he was about as strong as Vegeta had
been, and he knew it. “Let’s get him, Piccolo!” Goku cried, assuming a fighting
stance in midair.

“By all means. Try your best.” Cell
agreed with a smile.

Piccolo shared a look with the Saiyan and then they both
flew at the creature and exchanged a fury of blows. The bio-monster easily
dodged and blocked the blows from both warriors, then suddenly grabbed Goku and
threw him into the green-skinned warrior at full force. They both plummeted to
the ground. Before they could get back to their feet, Cell crashed down into
them with both feet, then leaned down to look at their
pain-filled faces. “So, do you give up?”

“Goku, he offered to let us train for two more weeks. He
wants a challenge. Obviously we can’t give it to him right now.” Piccolo gasped
out.

“It is my driving goal to destroy you though, Goku. Perhaps
I should do that and just let the green bean here train.” Cell smiled and
raised his foot, ready to crush the Saiyan’s skull.

“Gotta go!”
Goku shouted, raising his fingers to his head and
teleporting himself and Piccolo away before the attack came down.

The engineered freak of nature smiled as he flew away,
wondering how much of a challenge the Earthlings would be after two weeks. He
decided to spend a little time enjoying himself before
he set up an area to fight any and all challengers. “A setup like that Tenkaichi Budoukai that they are so fond of should be
perfect. And I would know perfection.” Cell laughed and flew towards the sun as
it began to dip under the horizon, the future beginning to look as dark as the
surrounding area.

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And thus another chapter comes to a close. I had originally
intended Krillin to fight Cell a bit longer, but as I wrote the scene it just
played out how it wanted to. And, I have to admit, it’s better the way it is
now. Next chapter: More training as the Z warriors ready themselves for the
Cell games. Meanwhile, Mr. Satan vs. the Red Ribbon Army, round 2! Expect to
see Peasa and Trunks in the RoS&T, but whether
they get freaky and have wild Saiyan sex or not remains
to be seen. ;-)
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