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DragonBall V: A World both Familiar and Foreign

Author’s Note: I
like cheese.

Required Disclaimer:
I don’t own the DB franchise, I’ve never worked for them, I’m not making any
money off this, and I’m dead sexxy baby! Read and
enjoy.

Chapter 39: To Live
Is To Die

The gathered
mourners shared tears, condolences, and the occasional humorous story about one
of the departed as the day came to a close. They all took a final look at the
tombstones of Goku, Vegeta, and Trunks, and then walked away. As if the heavens
shared in their grief, a light rain began to fall so they hurried to the
Capsule Corporation house.

Chichi excused
herself barely after stepping into the house and headed to the infirmary to sit
with Gohan. Bulma watched her go and sighed then went
into the kitchen to get some refreshments for everyone. The blue-haired woman
paused as she saw a note on the refrigerator, a ‘Honey do’ list of chores for
Vegeta. Most had been left undone, of course. Before she knew it, the widow was
sitting on the floor and sobbing, alone in her grief.

Meanwhile, 18
shifted around nervously in the den. She hadn’t known any of the fallen
warriors very well, but she sympathized with the losses of those left behind.
Despite her brother’s sudden and tragic turn into sociopathic
behavior, Android 17 had still been her brother and he was now dead, along with
Cell.

“Hey… you ok?”
Krillin inquired nervously, resting his hand on the android’s tense shoulder.

“Of
course. I am simply…
lost in thought.” 18 replied, only half lying.

“Sorry about your
brother.” The monk stated honestly, sitting down across from her.

The blonde android
looked up at the short man, surprise evident on her face. <Someone…
cares.> “It… it’s probably better this way. He succumbed to Gero-dono’s control. Or perhaps he was always unbalanced. I
don’t know. Regardless, we probably would have had to kill him had he
survived.”

“You still lost your
brother. You’re allowed to grieve too.” Krillin stated wisely.

18 shrugged then
reluctantly nodded. Noticing the sheer amount of furniture in the room compared
to the number of people, she swung her legs around on the couch and relaxed.
She frowned and looked up, noticing Peasa giving her a dark look. After she was
spotted, however, the Saiyan princess turned and walked out of the room. The
android sighed and closed her eyes, wondering if she would ever fit into this
world.

Yamcha approached
the two of them and gave them a goofy smile. “Heya,
Krillin. Have you seen Peasa?”

Krillin stared at
the former desert bandit, baffled as to why he would want to know the Saiyan
princess’s location. “Um… she went that way. But bro… you realize she’s way out
of your league, right?”

Yamcha started
laughing nervously. “It’s not like that! I just want to make sure she’s all
right…”

“I hear crying in
that direction. The… kitchen. Perhaps you should check
on Bulma instead, Yamcha.” 18 stated emotionlessly.

Concern crossed his
face and the human warrior nodded and walked into the kitchen to comfort his
ex-girlfriend. The monk turned to look at the android in surprise. “You can
hear her from in here? With all this noise in here?”

“Yes.” The blonde
android replied, matter-of-factly.

“Oh…” Krillin
coughed nervously and wondered if he should talk to someone else or stick by
her. He glanced up as he saw movement and saw that Piccolo was finally able to
extract himself from the others and make his way to the infirmary.

“Is… she staying here?” Tien
inquired, approaching 18 and Krillin and giving the former a critical look.

“What’s wrong with
her?” Lunch demanded, following her lover closely, glaring at the android. “Is she
trying to flirt with you?! I bet her blonde hair is a dye-job! Unlike mine!”

Krillin sneezed.
<Yeah, do that and you won’t be blonde anymore… please… please sneeze…>

18 fixed her cold
blue eyes on the aggressive blonde persona of Lunch. “Flirt with Tien? He’s not my type. You’re welcome to him.” <Hmm…
strange no information on her in my memory bank.>

“Hmph! We’re done here, Tien. Come on, let’s
go.” Lunch turned and yanked the man’s arm. “And grab your little friend, while
you’re at it.”

“But I’m not done
offering my condol-“ The
three-eyed man began.

“Chaotzu, get your little pasty pale butt over here! We’re
leaving!” Lunch shouted at the white-skinned short man.

Chaotzu began to sweat and hurried after Lunch and Tien, leaving Puar behind with
barely a wave.

“Pleasant woman…”
Android 18 commented dryly.

“Eh… she’s not so
bad. She’s a bit more pleasant when she’s a brunette though.” Krillin replied.

18 let out a short,
sarcastic laugh. “And she accused me
of a dye-job.”

“Er… yes… well… um… it’s complicated… um… see…” The monk
tried to figure out how to explain the strange sneeze-personality change that
Lunch went through.

“WHOA! You’re hot!”
Oolong exclaimed, noticing 18 for the first time, as he had spent the majority
of the funeral trying to look up Bulma and Lunch’s
dresses.

18 fixed the pig
with a cold, impassive glare.

Oolong began to
sweat. Then he coughed and wandered away to torment Puar,
deftly avoiding any further eye contact with the artificial human.

“He’s strange.” 18
commented.

“Can’t
argue with that.”
Krillin added with a grin.

The android sighed
and looked around. “Looks like things have died down. Want to get going?”

The monk nodded.
“Yeah, I’ll say one last goodbye to Bulma then we can
get going.” He walked over to the kitchen and pushed the door in. He was about
to speak when he heard Bulma’s voice.

“Yamcha… where’s
your hand?” Bulma inquired after a sniffle or two.

Yamcha started to
sweat. “Uh… right here Bulma.” He held up a hand and
wiggled his fingers.

“…. Where’s your other hand, Yamcha?” The blue-haired
scientist growled.

“It was force of
habit, I swear!” The former desert bandit exclaimed, holding up the hand that
had been gripping the widow on her shapely posterior a moment before.

“YOU JERK!” Bulma yelled, whacking the man over the head with a mallet
that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

“Eeeeerg.” Yamcha fell over, stars floating over his
head.

Krillin couldn’t
help but chuckle. <Good thing Vegeta isn’t around or Yamcha would be a lot
worse off than having a bump on his head.> “Bulma…
18 and I are leaving. Do you need anything before I go?”

The blue-haired
woman nodded and opened her arms. “A non-perverted, friendly,
comforting hug.”

Krillin nodded
solemnly and walked over to hug his long-time friend close, hoping that he
would be successful in his search for the dragon balls, for all their sakes.

Bulma glanced up when she saw movement and saw 18
in the doorway with a slightly confused look on her face before she backed out
of the room. “Good luck, Krillin. Are you sure you don’t want Tien or Yamcha to go with you?”

The short man shook
his head. “It’s best if as few of us go as possible,
in case there’s an attack or something. You guys will need strong defenders
here, just in case.”

“Right. Hurry back.” Bulma
sighed as Krillin waved and left, wondering if she would be seeing Vegeta again
soon or not.

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

Videl was back up
on the top of Koren’s tower, training furiously with
the little cat, whom was sweating nervously. The young
girl was attacking furiously, all the while blindfolded, and Koren was barely able to dodge her attacks. Despite not
making a noise, the girl was following him unerringly.

When the feline
master found himself nearly losing his balance on the edge of the tower, he
decided it was time to stop. “Whoa, there! Time for a break. Calm down!”

Videl ripped the
blindfold from around her face and glared at Koren,
her eyes glowing with rage. “I’m not done yet.”

“Well I am.” The
cat replied, plopping down and wiping sweat off his furry brow. “Wanna talk about it?”

“No.” The young
girl growled out. She resumed her fighting stance, but her current sensei just
stared at her without speaking or moving. She got frustrated and kicked the
outer wall of the tower and nearly pitched forward in a fall when the stone
crumbled away and a hole was left behind in the wall. “Whoa!”

“Hey! Watch it! Do
you know how long it takes to fix these stones?!” Koren
started to sweat again, wondering if his young student was going to demolish
his home.

“… Sorry, I forgot
I could kick that hard now.” Satan’s daughter huffed and plopped down on the
cold stone and crossed her arms.

<Right…> “You
ready to talk about it, sweat pea?” The feline master made one last attempt at
compassion, which wasn’t normally his style.

“It isn’t right. We
won. We killed Cell, but Gohan is just lying there, a
shell. He might not ever wake up. The little idiot got himself broken
inside...” Videl sighed and lowered her head, feeling tears well up in her
eyes.

Koren looked at her for several moments before
responding. “Is that the real reason you’re so upset?”

The blue-eyed girl
looked up at the cat sharply, confusion written on her features. “Huh? Of
course it is. Why else would I be upset?”

The old master
sighed and shook his head. “You have blood on your hands, even if it was in
defense of Earth. Doesn’t that upset you?”

The girl pondered
on that for a few moments then shook her head. “No.”

Koren started to sweat again. He was really going
to need some water soon if this kept up. “Eh… ok. But you’re upset because
Gohan is hurt…”

“Yeah, the little
goof went and got himself hurt! That really pisses me off. He’d better wake up
soon so I can kick his butt!” Videl stared off in the general direction of
Capsule Corporation and shook a fist with an evil grin on her lips.

Koren coughed and decided some water would be a
good idea. “You’ve learned everything I can teach you. I suggest you train with
either Roshi more or with Mr. Popo.”

The dark-haired
girl looked up in interest. “Mr. Popo? You said he
was up on Kami’s Lookout above us, right? I can go
there?”

Koren nodded. “Here, take this bell. I warn you though, it’ll likely take you quite some time to finish
training with Mr. Popo. You won’t be finished in a
matter of days like you were with me.”

Videl grinned.
“Perfect.” She stood up and waved to the old cat and launched into the air,
happy that flight came without conscious awareness now. She landed up on the
tower and smiled at the genie that looked at her. “Hi, Mr. Popo,
right? I’m here for training.”

“Oh my…” Mr. Popo looked back at the girl nervously. “I see you have the
bell. We can start then.”

“Get ready!” The
young Satan laughed as she attacked, happier then she had been in quite some
time.

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

On televisions across
the world, a universally recognized news reporter came on the screen. “Greetings, everyone. This is a special report on the man
known only as Cell. Before we begin, we will show all the footage we’ve
collected upon this Cell and his cohorts. Roll the footage.”

Said footage was of
the attacks by Androids 19 and 20 to begin with, then
what footage they had of the insectoid first form of Cell attacking various
towns around the world and leaving them decimated and lifeless. Finally, they
showed Hercule recounting Cell’s message about the
Cell Games. “As you can see, Cell was as bad, if not worse, than the Demon King
Piccolo from a generation ago.” The reported said as the shot was once again of
him. “Now, you will meet the brave man that defeated Cell. You all know him,
the man who just defeated the entire Red Ribbon Army two weeks ago, your hero
Mr. Satan!”

Hercule came strolling from backstage and waved
with a big cocky grin on his face. He plopped down in a comfortable seat next
to the news-reporters desk and readjusted his massive bulk until he was settled
in. “Hiya… Rog was it?”

“Rod. Now, Mr. Satan, tell us how you defeated
the man called Cell and saved the world, once again!” The reporter requested,
salivating at the thought of the massive ratings that were being generated by
this news report.

<Well, uh, I
went to the battlefield just in time to see a bunch of guys shooting Cell with
some energy weapons… then they all died or somethin’…
oh yeah and some cute chick carted them all off to the morgue. I coulda sworn one of em looked
like my baby girl, but no way. Uh… oh yeah, I need to tell my story.> “Well,
I went to where Cell was having his games. A few other people were there but
they were quickly defeated by the powerful Cell… and they ran off with their
tails tucked between their legs. Then I stepped into the ring with him. We
fought for hours, Rog…” Hercule
began his intricate lie.

“Rod.” The reported corrected him once again.

“Then I realized
this Cell was no ordinary man, Rog. So I concentrated
and delivered to him my ultimate move, the Super Megaton Flash Attack Punch!”
Mr. Satan began a boisterous laugh. <Uh… Super Megaflash…
damn what was the rest? I really need to remember
these move names I come up with…>

“And then what
happened, Mr. Satan?” Rod inquired, sweating nervously.

“Huh? Oh, right.
Sorry Rog.” Hercule ignored
the reporter when he was corrected on his name for the third time. “So he
crashed into a mountain and died. So, Hercule saved
the day once more!” <I hope that chick won’t come out and say anything
different. Well, if she does I’ll just call her a liar. Who are these people gunna believe, their hero Hercule
Satan, or some obviously crazy woman?> He began to laugh once more as he
thought of all the money and adoring fans he’d have from now on.

The reporter
sweated for a few moments longer than turned to the camera. “Well, you heard it
here first, folks! Your hero and mine, Hercule
Satan!”

And thus, a hero
was born. Kami-sama help us
all.

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

Krillin and Android
18 looked out the observation window, watching as the Earth shrank as they
moved away from it at a high speed. “Well, we’re on our way.” The monk remarked
and glanced at the beautiful android. “Nervous?” He inquired, noticing the
strained look on her face.

18 blinked and
looked at the short man. “Well… yes. A little. I’ve
never been in space before. You’re not nervous?”

Krillin shrugged.
“I’ve been in space before. But yeah, I guess I am a little nervous still.”

The blonde android
nodded and looked at a particularly strange looking mechanical device. “What’s
that thing?”

“Gravity
controller. It’s
currently set to 1G… 1 times earth’s gravity. I think the current max setting
is 800G’s.” The dark-haired man responded, scratching his head.

“Increase the
gravity? For what purpose?” 18 inquired, walking up to
inspect the machine closer.

“For
martial arts training.
See, increasing the gravity makes you work harder. Every movement is a strain…
it increases your strength and speed. Before we had these gravity machines,
we’d train with weighted shells on our backs, carrying rocks, underwater, and
later with weighted clothes that we’d wear at all times.” Krillin explained.

The android nodded
and looked the man over, a critical look in her eye. “So how many G’s do you
train under?”

The monk scratched
his head and pondered that. “Well, when we were training to prepare for… eh… your appearance, I was training under
400 G’s. But then I did two years of training in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber
after that, which was under pretty intense conditions, so I don’t know. I could
possibly handle 500 G’s now. Why do you ask? Did you want to train?”

18 shrugged. “Is
there anything else to do en route?”

Krillin shrugged
and gestured towards one of the doorways. “There’s food of course. A media room
with plenty of tapes and a large video screen. Um… there’s
some books too, I think. And of course some bedrooms…” He started to sweat when
18 cocked an eyebrow up. “You know… to uh… sleep.” He added lamely.

“To
sleep, huh? I see.” The
lovely android sauntered closer and started reaching out, inwardly chuckling
when she saw that the man was about to freak out. Instead of touching him, she
put her hand on the gravity controller and hit the Increase Gravity button and
set it to 500 Gs. “Let’s spar for a bit, then. I’d like to work up a sweat.”

Krillin sighed in
relief and backed away and into a fighting stance and glanced at the gravity
controller, watching as the gravity was increased. “It’ll take a few minutes to
top out. We should wait until it hits max before we start,
to adjust to the higher gravity.”

18 nodded and
pulled off her jacket and shirt, leaving herself in a t-shirt. “Next time I’ll
remember to dress in a gi. This will do for now,
don’t you agree?”

The monk nodded, his eyes as wide as saucers. <Oh Kami-sama… she looks good!>
He heard a beep and glanced over to confirm the gravity was maxed out. “Ok,
it’s at 500 Gs now. Oh… I can feel it. 500 is definitely the right number for
now. Are you ok?”

18 nodded, feeling the
strain already. “It’s… intense. But I can get accustomed to it.” She stretched
a bit, feeling her artificially enhanced muscles shifting around and warming
up.

Krillin stretched
as well, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off his new sparring partner. <Oh man,
I feel like Roshi staring and drooling over those women in the exercise shows…
I shouldn’t be staring. It’s not polite… oh Kami-sama…
she’s doing waist-bends!>

“Is your nose
bleeding? Perhaps the gravity is set too high…” 18 remarked in a concerned tone.

“Oops!” The monk
laughed and wiped his nose with a handkerchief that was conveniently placed in
his pant’s pocket. “Nope, I was just bending over a little too fast… give me a
moment to fully adjust.” He turned around and stared off into space, telling himself
to calm down before he made a fool of himself. <Ok… I’m good.> He turned
around and nearly had another nosebleed when he saw the blonde android was
arching her back to stretch out her spine. <Master Roshi naked on a cold
day! Master Roshi naked on a cold day! Ew…
ok, much better. My little turtle is back in his shell.> “Eh… ready when you
are.”

18 gave the short
man a lazy grin and assumed a fighting posture. “This should be interesting.”
She ran forward and started attacking, grimacing in concentration as she felt
the intense gravity slowing down her movements. She felt as if a mountain were pressing down on her, and the analogy wasn’t
that far off.

Krillin batted
aside the android’s attacks, seeming to anticipate her every move. In fact, his
eyes were moving to her next attack before she was even making it. The monk
knocked aside one of the girl’s punches and whacked her in the face, knocking
her backwards. “Oh crap, did I hurt you!?” He asked, moving forward to check on
the girl.

18 shook her head. “You’re
better than I realized. Ok, warm-up is over. I’m getting serious now!” With
that she launched into an offensive barrage that caught the monk by surprise as
he was no longer able to anticipate her every move. They quickly proved fairly
even, delivering and receiving about an equal number of attacks that went past
defenses. At one point, however, 18 got a little carried away and threw Krillin
directly into the bulkhead of the ship and he landed on the back of his neck
and shoulders, barely lifting his head up to avoid landing on his skull.

“Oh! Are you all
right, Krillin?!” She approached him warily, worried
when she saw his arms twitching but his legs seemed too still.

“Huh? Mama… is that
you?” The bottom half of Krillin’s body slumped down
to the cold floor and the android could almost see the stars floating around
his head.

18 slapped the man
gently and had to stifle a giggle when he blinked rapidly and shook his head. “Still with me, Krillin?”

“I ain’t quitting, Mickey. Cut the eye, cuz
I ain’t quittin’ no how no
way!” Krillin mumbled.

“What?” The android
asked, leaning closer.

The injured monk
blinked and shook his head again. “What?”

“Can you remember
your name?” 18 inquired in a cool tone.

<Oh man… I can
see right down her shirt…> “Kami-sama…” He murmured
aloud.

“You wish.” The
blonde replied in a sarcastic tone.

Krillin blinked
again. “Ow… you hit me pretty hard, I think.”

“Indeed. I forgot
how fragile humans can be.” She teased.

“Eh?” The monk
stood up slowly then grimaced, grabbing his shoulder. “Ow!
I pulled a muscle.”

18 frowned and
moved around behind him. “Stand still.” She reached out and tenderly squeezed
and massaged his shoulders, trying not to giggle when the man groaned in
pleasure. “There?”

“Little to the
left…. Ooooohhh yeah………….” Krillin’s
head drooped forward and he relaxed as the tension melted away from his body.
It came back in other places when the android pressed herself
against his back and squeezed the muscles harder to get a deep massage in.
<Oh man… so soft in all the right places…>

18’s caresses
became more tender, stroking instead of pressing and
she inhaled the scent of the monk’s fresh sweat. “Mmm…”

Krillin bit his lip as thoughts of turning around
and ravishing the beautiful android burned through his mind and he reluctantly
pulled away from her. He turned his head to look back at her and stared at her
luscious lips and saw a smoky look in the girl’s eyes that intrigued him. He
wanted nothing more than to lean back a bit and kiss her. Instead, he said, “I
think it’s a good idea if we get some rest now. I’ll be as good as new after
some sleep… thanks to your massage.” He smiled and started walking towards his
room, not turning around for fear of revealing a very embarrassing situation in
his pants. <Oh man… she would so hate me had I done what I wanted. I don’t
want to alienate her on the start of this long journey.>

18 stared after the
man, wondering what had just happened. “Was it something I said?” She asked the
empty room. She glanced at the gravity controller and figured Krillin meant to
leave it on so she decided she might as well go to bed as well after a bath. It
also seemed a good time to do a bit of… self-exploration.

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

That’s all for now,
folks. Next chapter: Adventures in space, more training with Videl and Mr. Popo, and Piccolo makes an attempt to help bring Gohan out
of his coma. Stay tuned! Same android time… same android channel… oh wait, no
it won’t be. Nevermind. Buhbye!
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