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DragonBall V: A World both
Familiar and Foreign

Chapter 34: Nothing Else Matters

The door to the Room of Spirit and Time opened and out came
Trunks and Peasa, both looking around and momentarily letting relief brighten
their faces when they saw the rest of the Z warriors awaiting them, but the
grim expressions on the faces that greeted them made their smiles drop. “Cell?” Trunks asked apprehensively.

“Still alive. We failed at keeping
him from Android 18. He’s reached his final form.” Piccolo explained gruffly.

“But the good news is,” Goku added with a hopeful smile on
his face, “He’s given us two weeks to train so we can give him a challenge.”

Peasa scowled and glanced at Trunks. “I’ll go fight him now
then. If I die, then someone else can try.” She was about to take off when
Krillin stopped her.

“Hey! Now you have obviously spent way too much time with Vegeta! We have 13 more days to train. Don’t
let your father’s sacrifice be in vain.” He pleaded.

The Saiyan princess scowled. “It already is. You let him get
the girl.” Without waiting for a reply, she took off and away.

Goku blinked. “Well, she’s fast. I’ll give her that much. Reminds me of Vegeta. Someone should go after her, huh?”

Piccolo shook his head. “She’s not heading for Cell. Give
her some time alone. Trunks? How did the training go
in there?”

The lavender-haired boy coughed nervously. “Uh… I was
successful at reaching the next level. Peasa wasn’t though. I’m a lot more
powerful than she is now.” Pride fairly radiated out of his voice.

Goku’s eyes widened in interest. “Really?! Show me!”

“Hey Goku, maybe he’s even stronger than you now!” Yamcha
teased, nudging the eldest living Saiyan with the tip of his elbow.

Trunks smiled sheepishly and clenched his fists, taking a
deep breath as he stokes the fires of his power. With a cry of elation, his
aura burst around him in golden light. After several moments, his muscle mass
literally doubled in size, then tripled. He went from looking somewhat scrawny
to a build that body builders would find impressive in mere moments. “There.”
He cast a smile towards the others, most of whom
stared at him in wide-eyed awe.

“His power… it’s unbelievable!” Krillin commented.

“Amazing…” Yamcha added, feeling suddenly self-conscious of
his own power.

“Useless.” Piccolo scoffed.

“What!?” Nearly everyone else
demanded, looking at the Namek as if he were crazy. Everyone
except Goku.

“You sense it too? I could have reached this level as well,
but it’s worthless. Trunks, your power has increased, but you’re too massive
now. You couldn’t even hit Cell, you’d be too slow. I imagine Peasa came to the
same realization, which is why she didn’t surpass you.” Goku explained.

Embarrassment and disbelief darkened the demi-Saiyan’s
face. “No, you’re wrong! I can beat Cell! I could beat all of you!”

“Trunks, I think you should listen to my dad.” Gohan
offered.

“What do you know about it!? You don’t even train, you
little shit!” Trunks exploded, growling at the boy. He choked off his verbal
assault when he suddenly found a green hand closing off his windpipe. “Erk!”

“Leave the boy alone. Your own incompetence is what made you
think you had ascended. If you don’t believe us that you’re too slow, spar me
or Goku. We’ll show you just how wrong you are.” The Namek growled out. It was
always a mistake to pick on Gohan when Piccolo was around, and Trunks had
learned that very quickly. Trunks took a swing at Piccolo,
intending to prove him wrong by knocking him flat on his green ass, but was
surprised when the Namek simply vanished. “Believe me now?” Piccolo inquired
from behind him.

“I am not weak!” Trunks screamed, throwing punches and kicks
at the green man as fast as he could throw them. They floated up into the air and
the demi-Saiyan was getting frustrated as he found
Piccolo easily dodging his blows. “Damn it, how did you get so fast, you
freak!?”

Finally growing tired of dodging the pathetically slow
attacks, the Namek drove his knee deep into the boy’s gut, then slammed his
elbow down on the back of his neck, knocking him down into the Lookout. He
landed a few meters away and approached slowly, watching for signs that there
was still fight in the angry young man. “Cell is faster than me. And not as merciful.” He stated. Without waiting for a
reply, he straightened up and looked at the Room of Spirit and Time. “Ok, who’s
next to use the hyperbolic time chamber?”

“Tien and I would like to take our
turn, if you all don’t mind? We figured since we have enough days before the
fight with Cell, we’d go ahead and just do both days at once. If that’s all right with the rest of you?” Yamcha asked,
looking around at the other Z warriors.

“Works for me.” Goku replied with a
smile. He looked in the direction that Peasa had flown off in. “I think when
you guys get out, I’ll see about going in there with Peasa. It’s always good to
fight against different opponents, and I’ve never sparred with her. I think we
could learn a lot from each other.”

Trunks straightened up and saw Krillin leaning over and
looking at him, or more specifically his neck. “What are you looking at,
shrimp?”

“Just checking to see if you were all
right.” The monk responded, half-lying. He turned to the others and
asked, “So, Goku and Peasa for their second days. Yamcha and Tien are taking both of theirs now. Who am I going in
with?”

“You could go in with Trunks if you want. I want to train by
myself for my second year.” Piccolo answered.

“Fine. I’m going to check on
Mother.” Trunks took off without waiting for a response.

Krillin chuckled. “Peasa isn’t the only one that took after
Vegeta.”

Yamcha and Tien shrugged and
walked into the hyperbolic time chamber, determined looks on their faces.

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

“And now the latest breaking news.
The reformed Red Ribbon Army took over the port city of Shell
City this morning, with a record number of both military and civilian casualties being reported. At this rate, we may all be
pledging our allegiance to the Red Ribbon flag. Witnesses on site said tha-“ The news reporter was cut as
the television was turned off.

“I’m trying to work here, Dad. I’d appreciate you not
putting the TV on!” Bulma complained, scowling at her
addle-brained father. “Can you check the measurements on that emitter, please?”

Dr. Briefs scratched his head and let out a silly sounding
laugh. “Yes yes… of course.”

After being reported the readings, the widow of Vegeta
scowled. “That’s still too low. Maybe if I reroute the energy through amplifier
crystals? That might work… I’ll have to make sure to get the size and shapes
exactly right…” She sighed and tapped at her computer, tuning out the rest of
the world until her son from an alternate future entered the lab.

“Heya mom, how’s your latest
invention working?” The lavender-haired youth inquired.

Bulma leaned back and turned to
face the boy and gave him an encouraging smile. “I think it’ll be ready within
a week. How’d your training go?”

Trunks scowled at the thought and leaned against the wall.
“It was basically worthless. All I ended up doing was making a fool of myself
and becoming a worse fighter than I was to begin with.” His head lowered and a
tear slid down his cheek, mostly obscured by the lavender locks that had fallen
over his eyes.

But it did not go unnoticed by his blue-haired mother. “Hey, Trunks. Don’t sweat it kiddo. The others can take care
of it. One thing I’ve learned is to never count Goku out.” She walked over to
him and put her arms around him, despite his attempt to wave her off. “It’ll be
ok.”

“I’ve been worried about my own mother. I mean… the Bulma from the future. You know what I mean.” He coughed
nervously and scuffed the tip of his shoe against the floor.

“You miss her. I understand. I know she misses you too. If
there were a way to send you back to her…” She started.

“But you can’t!” Trunks shouted suddenly, pushing her away.
Luckily for her, he did it gently or she would have been thrown through the
wall. “You’re not even my mother from the past. You’re not my mother. You’re no
better than a stranger when it all comes down to it. And
Vegeta… I never knew him. But that Vegeta… he wasn’t my father. And
Peasa damn sure isn’t my sister, no matter what she fucking says.” He took off,
anger and grief burning bright in his eyes.

Bulma sighed and shook her head,
watching him until he was too far away to be seen. “I know you’ve been handed a
tough break kiddo. We all have. I won’t hold it against you.” She glanced at
her father, who pretended to be too busy fiddling with one of the parts to the
weapon that Bulma was building. “Aren’t you glad I
never gave you that much trouble, Dad?”

“Erm… yes… of course sweetie.
Daddy loves you very very much.” He coughed and
continued working.

“WELL I DIDN’T!”
She screamed. She huffed and returned to her work, ignoring the sweat forming
on Dr. Briefs’ forehead.

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

Videl sat at the top of Korin’s
tower, meditating in the manner that Gohan had taught her during the last
Budoukai. Sweat still glistened on her skin from spending half the day trying
to grab Korin with her blindfold on. She had barely touched him several times
but he was still too fast for her and it had become obvious that he was going
easy on her when she was trying to get the sacred water. She had learned all
she could from it after all, and it was time to progress the training. “Can you
feel them?” Korin asked in a gentle voice, watching her meditate.

“No… well… maybe. I can sense
energy but I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.” She complained.
<And this blindfold is getting itchy.>

“Focus on one energy source in particular. Expand your mind
to take in the scope of their power and reach out to sample that power and see
if it is familiar to you.” The cat instructed, pacing slowly.

The daughter of Hercule Satan
gasped suddenly and grabbed the ground to steady herself,
overwhelmed by the power she was sensing. “Who… who is that?! It’s the
strongest I feel.”

Korin approached and put his hand on her shoulder, tapping
into her awareness. “Can you sense the direction?” He felt her mind’s awareness
shift slightly in one direction than the other as if triangulating the power
source.

“That way. Somewhat
close but not very. Kami… it’s just… enormous!
But… I get a sense of peace from it. Is it… Goku? No… it can’t be. It doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t
feel like Gohan either, but it’s similar.” The blue-eyed girl frowned in
concentration. “I don’t recognize… wait! That girl! The one that came to Roshi’s island with Goku and Gohan! What was her name… Peasa! Wow… she’s the strongest fighter out there.”

“Second strongest.” Korin corrected her.

Videl frowned and reached out with her senses again but
couldn’t feel anyone with a more intense aura than the Saiyan girl. “Are you
sure? I don’t sense anyone stronger… maybe I’m doing it wrong.” Frustration
thickening her voice, she shook her head.

Korin glanced around then gently turned her head in a
certain direction. “That way. And it won’t be pleasant
so brace yourself.”

Videl’s searching mind finally
latched onto the power that Korin was speaking of. It was hard to pinpoint, but
once done… “Oh Kami…oh shit!” She cried, not caring
how rude it was to curse given the circumstances. It was so much more intense
than she thought possible and worse, it seemed to scream of thousands of deaths
and promised certain misery and destruction. She tore the blindfold off her
head and cried out, clutching her head. “It’s horrible! Make it stop!” She
pleaded, tears streaming out of her sparkling blue eyes.

“Focus. Shift your awareness away
from Cell, don’t get swallowed up in the emptiness of
his soul.” Korin instructed, a touch of urgency in his
voice.

She opened her eyes again and Korin had to stifle a gasp,
seeing that the blue of her eyes was slowly being replaced by red. She was
shaking and breathing hard and the tears had dried up and she seemed angry for
a few moments. “That bastard… killing so many…” In her mind she was seeing many
things. All the deaths that Cell had caused as those trapped in the depths of
Cell’s soul cried out in their suffering, but also she saw her mother’s death
and her defeat at the hands of Gohan at the last Budoukai. She saw her father
refusing to train her, calling her his sweet little girl and saying she had no
reason to fight with him around to protect her. She saw Gohan and Peasa
scowling down at her with their superior powers seeming to laugh at her. Rage
boiled in her heart as her aura burst into the visible light range, tinged a
bloody red in color. She screamed in defiance at the creature that caused so
much suffering in the world, but it was short-lived as she over-extended her
power and fell to the ground unconscious.

Korin wiped sweat off his brow and glanced up at Kami’s Lookout, floating above his tower. He knew the
warriors up there had sensed the girl’s violent and sudden increase in power
and realized they would probably be as worried over it as he was.

A while later, Videl awoke to the tickling
sensation of a water droplet sliding down her cheek. It took her a
moment to realize that Korin had just applied a cool wet cloth to her forehead
and she seemed to be in a rather small but comfortable bed. “What… what
happened?” She croaked out, realizing suddenly that her throat was dry and
scratchy like she hadn’t had any water in over a day.

“You passed out yesterday after sensing Cell’s power. You’ve
been running a fever since then.” Korin explained.

“We were worried about you.” Gohan added, stepping into her
view and smiling down at her.

“Go… Gohan?” She gasped out.
<What is he doing here? Oh yeah… he was up on that structure that is
floating above the tower.> “Who else is here?” She sat up and winced,
feeling as if she had been electrocuted. She was surprised to see Goku, Peasa,
and even Piccolo standing around the room with concerned looks on their faces. “Um… hello.”

“Gohan, get her some water.” Piccolo ordered gruffly. He
knelt down and looked the girl in the eyes. He glanced around and nodded at the
others, who immediately looked relieved. “Whatever it was, it’s gone. I think
the evil in Cell just overwhelmed her.”

Videl blinked. “What? I don’t understand what happened.” She
smiled in thanks at Gohan as he sheepishly handed her a cool glass of water and
immediately drained it and sighed as her throat was soothed by the cool liquid.

“I know I got a little sick but why is everyone acting so
weird?” She inquired.

“Well… two reasons actually.” Peasa started. She glanced
around and scowled when she saw the others weren’t jumping to continue. “First
is that your power jumped to amazing levels after you sensed Cell. And I mean…
amazing. For a human anyway.”

“Hey!” Krillin scowled at his one-time lover who grinned
teasingly at him.

“How amazing?” Videl inquired,
growing more interested.

“Enough to make you the second most
powerful human on the planet.” Goku replied, tapping a finger against
his cheek thoughtfully.

“Not stronger than Yamcha.” Peasa corrected him.

“Maybe not now, but certainly before he
went into the hyperbolic time chamber.” The elder Saiyan argued, to
which Peasa only shrugged.

“But… why?” Videl asked, scratching her head.

“Unknown, but what is more interesting is the second reason
why we are concerned. Your aura… turned red.” Saiyan girl
pointed out, sitting on the edge of the bed and regarding the girl with obvious
curiosity.

“So?” The human girl shrugged, not understanding the
significance of that statement.

“Human auras are white. Saiyans’ auras normally have a bit
of a blue tint and then are bright gold when they go Super Saiyan. Yours was
red.” Krillin explained, scratching at his hair, a nervous habit he had
developed since growing it.

The blue-eyed girl blinked for a few moments then frowned in
thought. “Are you insinuating that I’m not human?”

“Not at all. I thoroughly examined
you. You’re 100% human. I even examined your DNA.” Peasa informed her.

Videl tried to not make it apparent that her hand was
checking her body under the covers and it confirmed her suspicions. All she was
wearing was the oversized shirt she was practicing in earlier. With a blush of
embarrassment she laid her arms down at her sides over the covers as if to
guard them from blowing off and leaving her bare butt in view. “So… what does
it mean then?”

“I asked King Kai about it.” Goku responded with a goofy
grin on his face. “He said it was because you took your power to a dark place.
The evil in Cell overwhelmed you and you reacted to it. He’s under the
impression you’re manifesting psychic powers.”

“Psychic… powers?” Videl whispered, overwhelmed.

“You’re going to need training. When you feel you’ve learned
everything you can from Roshi, seek me out. Assuming I survive the battle
against Cell. I can help train you.” The Namek looked over at the young
demi-Saiyan and smirked. “And Gohan can be your training partner.”

Gohan blinked and looked at his sensei and opened his mouth
to protest then thought better of it. <It would be rude to refuse. Maybe it
would be a good idea… Mom will just have to understand. I’ll just have to be
careful not to lose control again.> “Sure, sounds good.” <Oh man… did I
just say that?>

“YES! Piccolo, you are the man!” Goku exclaimed, slapping the Namek on the back so hard the green man lost
his balance for a moment. “Way to go, Piccolo!”

The Namek coughed and scowled at the Saiyan, trying not to
let it show how much his back hurt. “Sure…”

“You all aren’t saying I turned evil, are you?” Videl asked,
changing the subject. She became worried when they didn’t answer right away.

“No, just that you reacted to the evil you sensed.” Gohan
explained lamely. He smiled and that seemed to reassure her.

“Strange. Hey… I can sense all your powers, but I can’t
sense my father’s!” Satan’s daughter was reaching out with her senses again,
but purposely avoided Cell. “He’s not… dead… is he?”

Gohan frowned and reached out with his own senses, closing
his eyes to concentrate. “No… there he is. Here, take my hand. Focus on me and
my awareness.”

Videl shifted her awareness then seemed to ride the flow of
Gohan’s mind, finally locating the familiar feel of her father’s power. “Kami… he’s like a dim bulb next to a sea of bright stars!
He’s… so pathetically weak! I can’t believe it…”

Everyone coughed nervously and shrugged. “He doesn’t know
how to manipulate ki. If it’s any consolation, he’s
about as strong as you can get without ki
manipulation.” Goku supplied.

Videl frowned and grew silent, ashamed at her own father’s
weakness. Her eyes widened when she unintentionally sensed Cell. But that was
impossible unless… “Oh no! Cell is near my father!”
Sweat beaded her brow as the others cast worried glanced that way. Even at top
speed, they wouldn’t be able to reach Cell in enough time to prevent orphaning
the girl. They shook their heads sadly and left quietly as the girl stared down
at her hands, focused on Cell and her father and tuning everything else out.

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

“Glory to the Red Ribbon Army! All
hail General Murosake!” A RR Army grunt exclaimed,
saluting his commander-in-chief.

“Another great victory, men.” The
young general congratulated them. He cast a look at Hercule
Satan and smiled. The man had become his personal bodyguard, despite the
nervousness he seemed to be expressing half the time. But, despite hearing of
the mayhem caused by his soldiers, he made no moves or words against the Army
and had gained the general’s trust. He didn’t realize that the only reason the
man was still around was because he was too afraid to make a move against the
general, but was too paranoid to try to run.

“Yes… uh… good going guys.” Mr. Satan added. <Videl, I
hope you’re ok out there. Daddy’s trying hard not to leave ya
an orphan. Oh, what a nightmare this has become!>

“All units report.” Murosake
commanded, looking them over critically.

“Green unit reporting minimal casualties, sir. All missions successful. We even recruited some volunteers!”
The captain of the Green unit replied, saluting crisply. “We also… AAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He screamed suddenly but it only
lasted a moment as his body was incinerated.

“Holy shit!” Murosake cried out, running for his
tent and forgetting all about his bodyguard. A green insectoid creature
appeared in front of him and with a casual flick the man’s neck was snapped.

“Well, well… my visit seems to have been unexpected.” Cell
grinned and stalked forward. Soldiers cried out in fear and whipped out their
weapons and started hitting the creature with a hail of machine gun bullets,
which just bounced off him harmlessly. “Oh, surely you can do better than that?
You all have 1 minute. At the end of which, every last one of you will die.
Your minute starts now.” He smiled and stood still with his arms folded across
his chest, watching in amusement as the soldiers shot him, threw grenades, and
shook their fists in defiance.

Hercule just stared in wonder. “Gotta be a trick…” He muttered.

“DIE!!!” The soldiers shouted. One even launched a rocket at
the creature but after the smoke cleared he was still standing there, looking
bored.

“4, 3, 2, 1. Time’s up.” Cell
announced. He lifted his hands and purple energy lashed out and licked across
the soldiers. Explosions rocked the camp and the bodies of soldiers turned to
dust and crumpled in the wind and were blown away. He looked around then came
to stand before Mr. Satan. “What, no offensive from you? Perhaps you’re smarter
than the others.”

“Y-y-y-y-y-you… you’re… just a trick… can’t be real… those
men… oh Kami…” The martial arts master quaked and
cringed away from the creature before him.

“You look like you’re a fighter. Am I right?” Cell inquired.
He already knew, having gained extensive knowledge of the martial arts
tournaments in the past 20 years, but he wanted confirmation.

“Uh… yeah! I’m the current reigning
martial arts master of the world!” Hercule announced
proudly, letting out a boisterous laugh as he indicated himself with his meaty
thumb.

“Good. Tell all the martial artists in the world that if
they’re brave and strong enough to take me on. I’m holding a tournament in
eleven days, just south of Ryoko [AN: teehee!] Mountain. Make sure they know that the fight is to the
death, and if I am still undefeated at the end of it, I’ll kill everyone on Earth
just like I did those soldiers. Got all that?” Cell leaned forward and fixed
his pink eyes on Mr. Satan’s.

“Uh… yeah. Got it…” He replied.
<Please don’t wet myself… please don’t wet myself…>

Cell grunted and flew off, taking a moment to incinerate the
tents and all their contents. All he left was one jeep, so that the man could
drive into town. He laughed and wondered how much of a challenge he’d receive
from the warriors of Earth. He was eager to test his skills in battle.

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And thus another chapter comes to a close. Yay! Hope it was enjoyable. Let me know whatcha
think of it. Next chapter: The Cell Games begin! And Mr. Satan takes credit for
the defeat of the Red Ribbon Army (of course!)
Hope you’re all looking forward to it. Till next time, do svidanya!
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