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Save The Day	By : jaygoose Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 1676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 3
- 4
- 5
Save the Day

I don�t own DBZ. Yeah, I�m sure.

Warning: Same as the last; blood,
character death.

Oh, and this one is for Mechanical
Butterfly�I hope its something.

Chapter Four

Neither of them moved.
For Piccolo it was out of fear. For Cell however it was out of rapt
fascination. Goku had finally showed up, just as they had sensed. He barely
spared them a glance as he walked past them, seemingly in some sort of trance.
Piccolo knew what had gotten the other male�s attention. Goku had made a
beeline for�what was left of the body of the Prince.

From his post
attached to the tree, the Namekian could not see far enough to know what was
happening though he had tried. His ears however picked up everything. There was
hardly audible sobbing. With every minute that passed it got louder and louder.
It was becoming unbearable. He couldn�t ignore the crushing feeling of dread. This was just the calm before the storm. It
would only get worse and he was afraid that not even he would survive impending
onslaught.

Cell hadn�t said
a word as of yet. He just floated there and watched. His arms crossed neatly over
his chest. The Namekian fighter was startled when Cell turned to him abruptly
with a large grin on his face.

�How much longer
do you think it will take, Namek?� He said.

Piccolo just
stared at the man. This creature�it was ten times worse than the Cell that he
had known. And that Cell had been responsible for the deaths of countless
people. There was just something even more sinister about this one. But he
seemed to take such immense pleasure in stalking his victims. He seemed to just
that more interested and creative in the ways that he murdered them. Piccolo
mentally shrank back at the thought, but maybe it was the Saiyan blood in him.
Or maybe it was the fact that this version actually seemed to have a soul, tainted
though it may be. In his android form, Cell had been a heartless killing
machine. But this one�there was something laying there behind those strange
pale eyes. Something that if Piccolo looked upon for a second to long, chilled
him to his very core.

�Hmm�I do think
that I will let you watch.� Cell said, a childishly
pleased gleam in his eyes. �You�re not going anywhere are you?�

�You�re sick!�
Piccolo spat.

This had finally
gotten that attention of Goku, who had been slumped over the body of his mate.
He was now walking towards them, a blank expression on his noticeably colorless
face. He approached the two of them. It was eerily silent. Piccolo was almost
afraid to breathe.

�How are you
doing, Piccolo?� Goku looked up at him and said. His eyebrows were knit
together in concern.

The Namekian was
unnerved at the calm that had laced the voice.

�I�ll live.� He
replied. It was true. Most of the pain was becoming just an annoying numbing
sensation. He figured it was the work of gravity. His lower half was dangling
unsupported by the tree, he couldn�t he feel is toes anymore.

Cell seemed even
more amused at the seemingly odd nature of the exchange. He lowered himself to
the ground and stood directly in front of the object of his attention.

�So, Goku,� Cell
said his grin only growing at the sound of his own voice. �I see that you�ve
found your boyfriend?�

The raven haired
man turned to the sound of the callous voice.

�I think you�ll
be pleased to know that I have even better plans for you.� The green haired man
continued.

In the blink of
an eye, not to mention a fantastic flash of light, Goku was flowing with the
power of Super Saiyan 3 and landing a ridiculously powerful punch to the abdomen
of Cell. The hybrid Saiyan crumbled to the ground on his hands and knees. His
blood and saliva speckling the ground in a fit of ragged coughs.

Goku ignored the
gasps and chocking sounds. He stood stock still next to the retching form of
the grounded man. Piccolo noted the far off stare of the ascended Saiyan.

�Well, that�s
just a taste of what I have planned for you.� Goku snarled.

The guttural
nature of the statement rattled even Piccolo. He had never heard Goku this way.
Not even when they had been enemies once upon a time. Well, to his own credit,
he had never been foolish enough to murder the man�s mate.

On his knees,
blood trickling down his face, Cell looked up through the thick green leaves of
his hair and cracked a grin.

�Now, now Goku��

�KAKAROT!� The seething warrior nearly screamed.
�Goku is dead! You�ve killed him. Or haven�t you noticed. Isn�t that what you
were sent here for, Android?�

�Tsk, tsk, tsk�Kakarot,�
That roll of the �r� Cell had taken great care in producing, it made the other man�s
heart thump sharply. Vegeta had said his name that same way. �You and your friends aren�t very perceptive
are you? I�m no longer some weak android.�

�Really?� Kakarot growled softly.

Suddenly he grabbed
a handful of Cell�s thick hair and yanked it back hard enough to make even
Piccolo wince. The force caused the
former bio-android�s body the arch backward, he winced slightly in protest. He
was forced to look directly into the angry Saiyan�s eyes. He was reminded momentarily
of his nemesis, Gohan. But the boy had nothing on his father in this instant
however. Kakarot�s eyes held more hate and just damned feral ferocity than the
boy could have ever hoped to muster. The long flowing, golden hair and brutish
brow only added to the picture of full on Saiyan fury.

Cell refused to
flinch at the sight however, his mouth stretching into a blood stained grin.
Cell closed his eyes and chuckled, angering the fully charged Saiyan to no end.

�Are you going to
make me suffer, Kakarot?� Cell said, peppering his own blood on his attacker�s
face. �Your prince promised the same thing.�

Piccolo watched
on the scene in a fogged daze caused most likely by the rapid lose of vital
body fluids no doubt. Yet he was still conscious enough to be highly confused.
Cell had said that he was disappointed in Goku�s power level. So why was it that Cell was currently being ripped limb from limb.
Adding to the fact that Goku was now insisting that his name was Kakarot, the
Namekian was growing even more concerned about the out come of this fight.

Meanwhile,
somewhere buried under the rumble of his subconscious, the personality dubbed
Mirai Cell was experiencing the most intense pain that he had ever known. This
was the key as to why his counter part had yet to submit. He had channeled his
physical pain onto his weaker
self. This had become his version of punishment
for what he thought was Mirai�s pathetic behavior.

Kakarot�s ears
perked up at the sound of a gurgled chuckle emanating from the direction of
Cell.

The hybrid
Saiyan�s amused expression faded almost instantaneously once he felt strong
fingers running through the soft fur of his tail. He fought to suppress the
purr that had tried to emerge. But that was totally forgotten once those same
fingers clapped down and crushed said tail. He did not scream to his credit.
Not even when Kakarot proceeded to rip the mangled appendage off, though his
throat did erupt in a strangled gasp.

�You make a poor
Saiyan, Cell.� The one called Kakarot said as he flung the piece of flesh away.

�Very
nice.� The former
android replied between heavy pants. �You�re well on your way.�

And that had been
the point when Android Seventeen showed up. Piccolo hadn�t even notice the
approaching Ki signature. It was a strange one, the
artificial nature of it should have set off alarms instantly. The former Demon
King wondered if Goku or Cell had sensed Seventeen and had just ignored it.

The blue eyed
android looked on at the scene in a mix of shock and disgust. He opened his
mouth to say something but after looking into the face of the Saiyan formerly
known as Goku he quickly snapped it shut. He made his way over to Piccolo,
never taking his eyes off of Goku and Cell.

�You�ve come for
the Namek, brother?� Cell said with a slight smile.

Seventeen grimaced
at the statement. He was not that bastard�s brother.

�Good, take him from here.� The blue skinned
Saiyan said as he struggled to get to his feet. �I�ll come for you both when I
am finished here.�

This of course
led the android to wonder if the other man was actually serious. From where he
was standing, it looked as if Goku had this whole thing just about wrapped up.
Cell was barely standing on his own. He sighed, turned
to Piccolo and took in the sight before him. He gave the green skinned male an apologetic
look before reaching for him.

There was a
painful grunt and then Piccolo felt his feet once again on solid ground. He
leaned heavily on the dark haired cyborg�s shoulder, the tree branch still
protruding form his middle.

�Oh you won�t be leaving
this place, Cell.� Kakarot said, confidence and barely
contained fury oozing from every word.

�On
the contrary�Kakarot.�
The �r� was rolled again and once again the desired effect was gained. �I�ve
got my mind set. I plan to make that brat of yours�what�s his name�Kabu?�

Kakarot growled.

�Ahh, yes�I plan
to make the little one an orphan.�

Just as the last
word left his mouth, the air round Cell began to shimmer. The nitrogen and
oxygen atoms excited until electricity began to pop and crackle. His ivy tinted
mane had begun to stand on end be never changed a shade. His lavender hued orbs
never left the stone cold sable ones of his prey. His smirk had even grown into
a manic grin.

�Sad
that the boy will never know his parents.� He said, low rumbling emerging from his throat.

And then a force
the likes of had never been seen was unleashed upon the Earth�

******

He was instantly
amazed that he was still breathing, fantastically surprised that he could still
open his eyes. Not the he could really make out what he was seeing, but still
it was a small victory. Piccolo�s body had been through a lot in the past half
an hour or so, including being run through with a tree branch, but amazingly he
was still vaguely aware of his surroundings.

He registered a
body draped over his own. He forced his eyes to look downward, towards his
chest. There he could make out a patch of black. He figured that it was the
android, Seventeen. Seventeen�s limp body weighed heavily on his chest, almost
restricting his labored breaths. He would have said something in protest but he
found that he did not have the strength.

Almost as soon as
he realized this, his nose was assaulted with a putrid smell. He knew it
immediately as the odor of burnt flesh. He was not sure but he guessed it to be
his own and maybe even Seventeen�s as well. The android was not moving. This
was a bad sign. Though as if by some miracle, Piccolo found himself lifting the
only part of his body he still could feel. His hand fell heavily onto the back
of his companion and he noticed the wood textured object protruding from it.

�Fuck!� He moaned
weakly. �Seven�Seventeen?�

He received no
answer from the male cyborg. The Namekian groaned in frustration.

He couldn�t see
much else with his blurred vision. But he could still feel Ki signatures.
Seventeen�s odd signature was very weak but still existent. He threaded his
fingers through the android�s silky black hair reassuringly.

In the distance
he sensed two massive power levels. One of them was much larger than the other.

�Son�� Piccolo
managed to whisper before he was claimed by dark oblivion.

******

The light had
faded. The wave of electrical currant had blunted into a dull pulse. Upon
unshielding his eyes, Kakarot continued to stand his ground. His orange and
blue Gi was tore asunder by the vicious energy but still he remained. He did
not falter in the face of Cell�s new power, though it was much larger than he
ever could have imagined. But he still believed�power wasn�t everything.

Cell�s eyes were
locked on him, a gruesome grin twisting his delicate features. Kakarot�s eyes
lowered instinctively as something flickering just below his line of sight. He
watched as a newly grown tail wrapped its self around the taller one�s waist.
The blonde shimmering warrior�s senses were on high alert, prompting his ears
to perk up at the sound of liquid pelting against the ground softly. His eyes
fell further; he became fascinated by the dark puddles of crimson that had
pooled underneath both of Cell�s tightly clenched fists. His sharp nails
digging holes in his hands obviously. He continued to watch as the fists
loosened until rivulets of blood steamed down spread fingers.

�That is only the beginning.� Kakarot thought.

�Oh, and by the
way, Kakarot.� Cell�s voice cut through the Saiyan�s dazed blood lust, drawing
his attention to his face once again. �I don�t agree. I believe I make a hell
of a Saiyan.�

�Well then��
Kakarot nearly roared. His monstrous brow lowered on his face which caused his
ominous blue eyes to narrow dangerously. �Show me!�

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A/N: Hmm�

MB: I hope that the bit of violence that
Goku did get to inflict on Cell was a little help you deal with the death of
the Prince.

Card: Well�about the power level remark.
It would seem that as of now the power level that Goku has achieved (Super
Saiyan 3, I am ignoring the existence of GT as well as SS4) is still low
compared to the power level of this
Cell. That�s why Cell said that it was low�meaning in comparison to his own.
And Gohan will get his as well, patience.

I didn�t really feel the need to go into
gruesome detail about the fight between Goku and Cell. Goku gets dieded�that all that really matters. Besides, the next
chapter will have enough blood and death�and destruction�and�
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