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Save The Day	By : jaygoose Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 1675 -:- 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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Save the Day

I don�t own Dragonball Z or the characters
from that show. I do however own Kalika, Kilik, Kabu, and this version of
Cell�so there.

This fic is currently rated R and I think
that it is really strange, so be warned. Read at your own risk. ;)

Chapter One

The crisp fall
air nipped at her bare arms. She could have worn a jacket, but this was nothing
that a little more Ki couldn�t handle. He, of course seemed to be perfectly unaffected.
She could make out his form splayed out underneath one of the large trees near
the house. There were plenty of trees around here, but that one had proven to
be his favorite. She hadn�t planned on being a surprise. She was sure those
damned Namekian ears he�d been given would pick up the sound the dried brush
crackling beneath her feet. Combats boots, she took a mental note, were not
made for stealth mode. Nonetheless, the man didn�t even stir. He was probably
asleep or meditating. He did that�a lot.

The light of the
fading day peaking through the foliage over head created weird patterns on his
ghostly pale skin. Yep, he was definitely sleeping. He was cute when he was
sleeping. However, he could never know this. Otherwise she would be forced to end
him, or more realistically, he would be forced to end her.

She gave a warm
smile in the knowledge that he would never see it and almost regretted nudging
him in the side with her foot. His once peaceful expression contorted into a
more annoyed one. He didn�t open his eyes though, mind you. He just grunted in
distaste.

She heaved a
light sigh and nudged him again.

�Hey,� She
started. �Wake up, you ass!�

One lavender hued
eye slid open and a small smirk appeared out of nowhere.

�I am awake.� He
replied and closed his eye again.

�Oh,
alright. I was being
nice, you know. But I could just cut to the chase and blast the hell out of
you.�

She said that so
calmly. Almost too calmly.

�You wouldn�t do
that.� He said finally sitting up. �You like me too much.�

�Please.� She
said taking a seat next to him. �I just keep the peace. I�d hate to see you
snap and kill everyone. Or them try to kill you.� She added with a smile.

�Hmm.� He hummed as he stretched his long arms
over his head.

They both knew
that it was just for show. The man had probably never had a kink or cramp in
his life. He was justkingking perfect that way.

�You didn�t come
out here because of what Kabu said, did you?� She asked.

He chuckled
briefly at that. �Of course not. He�s said worse and so have I.�

�So it was Chichi
then?�

He turned those
eerie ass eyes of his on her abruptly and narrowed them.

�Oh. I see.� She
said quietly.

He leaned back
into the tree and crossed his arms across his massive chest.

�Cell�� the brown
eyed girl said turning to him. �You hao uno understand her position.�

An emerald brow
arched in question.

�You did kill her
son��

�Gruesomely��

�In
front of her.�

�Oh,
for Dende�s sake, Kilik.�
Cell groaned. �Do we really have to go through this again? I know very well what
I did. And down to the detail why that harpy beast of a woman hates my guts.�

She heaved an
exasperated sigh.

�Do you have to
be so fucking casual about this?!� She said irritably.

�What do you want
me to do?� He said just as annoyed. �This has been beaten into the ground. It
has been years, Kilik. It�s not like if I could have corrected the infraction
long ago, I wouldn�t have. There are no Dragonballs, remember. I can�t wish
them back.�

�I�m not
suggesting that.� The young woman said as she ran a hand through her thick
chestnut hair. �You know as well as I do what pissed her off in the first
place.�

�Hn.�

�That�s it right
there!� She said pointing at him accusingly. �That fucking mouth of yours. And
don�t give me one of those fucking apathetic responses. You know damned well
what you�re doing. If you truly don�t care about what you did, than fine. But
you could at least keep it to you damned self!�

He opened his
mouth to respond but Kilik cut him off before he had the chance.

�I worked hard to
get Bulma to let you stay here. But if you keep fucking up than there is shit
else I can do!�

She had gotten to
her feet during her rant and hadn�t even noticed. But she couldn�t just walk
off. She had to give him a chance to have his say. She knew this. She had tried
to leave once before and that had resulted in him I.T.ing into her room at 4 in
the morning insisting that she listen to him. He had a weird fucking delayed
action reflex problem or something. That something being waiting until the
perfect time to get the highest level of annoyance.

He in turn just
stared at her with a foul look on his face.

�I didn�t ask you
to do anything of the sort.� He replied, that damned
accent of his got even more pronounced. She hated that fucking accent
sometimes.

�I know you
didn�t.� She said exhaustedly. �But you
do value my friendship, right?�

He thought about
the question briefly. This had to be a trick question.

�Yes.� The green
haired Saiyan said hesitantly.

�So we�re
friends, right?� She began. �Even though you killed my
parents?�

�Kilik�� Cell
said unenthusiastically.

�I know. You
don�t have to say it.� She said. �We�ve been through this before. You didn�t
hate them, right. But you did hate Gohan. I understand. But Chichi doesn�t, she
didn�t hate Gohan. He was her son. She is not going to be as forgiving. You�re
going to have to put forth some effort.�

�I have explained
it to them numerous times and so have you.� He said,
his thick lime colored tail lashing quietly next to him. �There is nothing else
that I can do.�

�I know and you
know that you are not that person anymore.� Kilik said looked down at the
nearly pouting male. �But you�re going to have to prove it to them. You
convinced Kabu and the Demis. You can do the same with Chichi and Bulma.�

He sighed and
looked up at her. She rolled her eyes. She knew what was coming.

�It�s been
fifteen years, Kilik!�

�I know how many
fucking years it�s been, Cell.� The
teenager said flopping back to the ground.

He didn�t say
anything else. He just stared at his bear feet. What was with him and shoes
anyway. She swore he only had one pair and it was only on special occasions
that he wore them. Boots of course. You can wear them
anytime he says.

�We�ve only been
here six months you know.� She finally said.

�Right.� He sneered.

�And that�s not a
long time when you�re trying to get along with the guy that slaughtered damned
near your entire family.�

Nothing.

�Fine, be an
ass.� Kilik said as she got up and left. �Don�t say I didn�t warn you.�

A
snort. Well at least
it was something.

He watched her
leave.

�Warn me?!� He
called after her. �Warn me about what exactly?!�

��

�What? Is big bad
Chichi gonna hit me up side the head with a frying pan?!�

She turned around
at that.

�You�re not an
android anymore, y�know.� She said.

This puzzled
him�greatly. He hated that.

�Your
point?�

�You�re Saiyan.
And contrary to popular belief, Saiyans tend to stick together.�

He groaned loudly
at this. And Kilik just turned and headed back to the house.

�Chichi�s
not Saiyan.� He
muttered.

�Well she was
married to one, birthed and raised two Demis and has feed plenty of us
bastards. That makes her Saiyan enough for me!� She called back over her
shoulder.

Damned Saiyans
had good ears too.

�Whatever.�

And he proceeded
to watch her disappear into the trees. He hated her sometimes. She thought she
knew every thing.

He briefly
smirked when he figured out where she might have gotten this trait from. He
father most likely. Cell remembered him. But not from this life, it was the
other one. The one when he had been an android. He hadn�t ever gotten to have a
conversation with the Saiyan Prince in this life. He hadn�t had the time.

But those other
memories were strange though. He�d never felt like they were truly his. Well,
in reality most of them weren�t anyway. They were a bunch of other people�s.
People that was just ghosts that popped up from time to time to make him feel
bad. Hell, even his former self would come by time to time to make this life
miserable. He ignored him mostly. It was the only real way to keep sane.

But he could not
deny it. The two of them were entirely too similar not to take notice. Their
personalities were almost identical. But there was something that he lacked
that his former self had loads off. The impulse to kill�any and every one.

Yes, he was
mostly Saiyan now. Approximately 92.87% Saiyan to be exact and he clearly had
all the characteristics of one. He loved to fight and eat�and all the other fun
stuff. However, killing and universal domination weren�t necessarily the
everyday musts that they had once been for him.

He groaned. Thaonstonstant knot in his stomach was growing again. He and this annoyance had grown
accustomed to one another. It was one of the many things that the young man
kept to himself. He felt it when ever he thought about that day.

He remembered the
smells the most. A Saiyan�s nose. The musk and sweat. The blood. Their screams.
A Namekian�s ears.

He remembered
that his body had moved bit sluggishly when he�d attacked the Prince. His heart
hadn�t been in it. It was even harder facing the girl. And he didn�t even want
to think about Goku. How could Kabu even look at him, let alone be his friend.

But
the Demi. That was
something completely different all together. There had been absolutely no
hesitation there. In fact he had thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it.

He had ripped him
apart with barely contained glee. And bathed in the blood of the wicked one.

That had been the
first time that he and his former android self had ever reached an accord.
There had been something that just clicked inside of him at the first glance at
Son Gohan. He had never absolutely hated anything or anyone like that before in
his entire existence. Both of them. And that, he was sure, was saying something.

Son Gohan was a
bastard and had very much deserved to die. The basis for this reasoning had
been lost to him at the time. However even to this day, this was absolute truth
of Cell�s. And he had yet to feel the least bit guiltily about killing the man.

Strangely enough,
that is were most of the emotions that feed that accursed knot of his came
from. Ha, well would you look at that. It would seem that he really didn�t have
to pretend to be sorry for what he�d done after all. Because maybe if he hadn�t
killed Gohan, his life wouldn�t be as complicated as it was now.

He let loose a
frustrated growl. He didn�t want to think about these things right now.
Besides, his feet were way more interesting.

Author�s Note:

*gasps* Was that
angst?

What the hell is going on?! I tried so
hard not to write this. Truly I did. The little scenes I had written just
weren�t enough.

Yes this is a full fledged fic. It is a
side fic actually. This will start to make sense soon�I hope. This one won�t be
updated as quickly as The History of Kalika. I don�t want to give away too much
just yet. If anyone thinks they know what the hell is going on, I�d love to
hear it.

I say again� it won�t be updated as often,
that is unless I am harassed into submission. :)

Oh, look nameless chapters�I wonder how
long that will last.

Dammit, it�s like 92 words under my count.
I had to limit myself on this one, 2000 words per chapter. I�m gonna get it
next time.
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