AN: I know, another story. What are you going to do about it? It's my take on how the Cell games should have ended. First of all, as stated in the summary, Goku didn't die. And, until I get inspiration for my other fanfics, here you are. I tend to jump around a lot.
Note: I have made some changes to this chapter. Nothing but grammatical errors. Nothing else, so don't worry.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Trunks lifeless body clattered to the ground, leaving all people shocked. Smoke billowed around the long lavender-haired man. Maniacal laughter followed, heads swerving numbly to a figure thought gone.
Goku stood by his son; whose had just swallowed the senzu bean that he had given him, Goku's happy expression now a mask of shock. How did that happen? Goku thought he had finished Cell.
"Dad! But you killed him!" Gohan whispered, just as dumbfounded. Cell had managed to invade Gohan's defense in one split second.
"Well, if you hadn't have messed around with him, Trunks would still be alive!" Vegeta cut in. His tone was low and intense. His face was alit with anger. 'I should have paid closer attention.
Gohan turned his head to stare at Vegeta, not fully comprehending the words that the Sayian prince uttered. "Trunks... killed... Cell... still alive..."
When that fully sunk into the teens mind, he popped up, his super Sayian mode instantly awakening. "How?" He demanded, walking calmly up to the monster, each step taken made with deliberately threatening moves.
"Well, you see, once Goku had failed at obliterating me, and into space," Cell cackled, eyes piercing, "where I can live, I had thought I was done for." He grew serious, a straight look falling upon his face. "It seems as though Gero had thought of everything. He made it to where, if even only one of my cells survived, I would regenerate."
"Impossible!" Vegeta shouted, outraged. The anger burning inside of him bubbled slowly. His face showed a mixture of emotion. Anger, angst and a bit of sadness. 'He killed my son.'
Cell scoffed. "Better believe it. That's when I found out that I'm like a Sayian. Every time I come back to full health after not being killed, I grow tremendously stronger." Looking at Goku, he added, "and I found out that I had learned the move instant transmission."
"You killed my son, you prick!" Vegeta broke, rushing at the monstrosity that evoked him to no extent. He turned super Sayian in a split second, energy balls forming just as quickly. Swiftly, he chucked them at Cell, who made no move to evade.
With each blast, the dust kicked up a bit more, swirling around, obscuring everyone's view. Minutes into it, Vegeta was still going strong, a single tear sliding down his angered face. "YOU BASTARD!" The prince shouted, gathering one last, fully loaded beam at his target.
After, he floated there, breathing heavily. 'He'd done nothing but try to please me.'
The dust cleared eventually, all holding breaths, the suspense almost killing them. "You done throwing a hissy fit?" Green could be seen, everybody's hopes falling fast.
"Wha-" Vegeta was blasted out of the air, sailing towards the ground, falling out of the legendary state. With unseen movement, Goku shot over to the spiky haired man, catching him. The impact made a big sound, echoing through the clearing.
"Vegeta!" Goku yelled, lying him down, glaring up at Cell, who had a smirk on his face. "You monster!" Goku started shaking, hair glowing briefly to a golden color before turning back to black. The earth gave a shudder.
The next instant, Cell gave an earsplitting scream. A punch was aimed at his gut, hitting right there. The surprising part was that the monster didn't sail into the air. Gohan had hit him hard, rendering the green man useless in that moment.
Goku instantly calmed down, eyes wide. He hadn't even detected Gohan's move. It blended in with the shock of how hard the hit was.
Cell's face was contorted, mouth hanging open, blood pouring out. He seemed to cease breathing, only dry heaves coming out.
As if nothing happened, Gohan stepped back, watching Cell's face with an eagerness.
With another yell, Cell started to hack fiercely, his 'perfect' body becoming contorted. Green puke spurt out in chunks. After a minute, a body came flying out, earning gasps from the crowd.
A bright light flared out of Cell, expanding. When it died down, Cell stood in his imperfect form, still hurling.
"How do you like it? Being tortured?" Gohan asked, smirking. He landed a kick into Cell's stomach, earning another shout. Gohan laughed without humor. He was back to his unemotional super Sayian self, enjoying the moment.
People stood by, horrified at Gohan's indifference.
"How do you like it, having someone enjoy hurting you? Not like you don't deserve it." A punch to the face had the green monster recoiling, the whiplash earning a shriek. "HM?" A kick to the nuts. Cell doubled over, emitting a groan.
"Gohan!" Goku shouted, catching the attention of his son, who was toying with the green monster. He couldn't take his sons ruthlessness, so unlike the compassionate person he knew.
"What is it?" Gohan grunted, still watching Cell, who was still doubled over in pain. He felt great pleasure in the pained expression that his target sported.
"Finish him!" Goku shouted, watching Gohan land another kick. He heard a distinct pop. He flinched.
"What are you waiting for?" Krillin shouted, dashing for the body of android 18, who lie on the ground motionless.
"GOHAN, FINISH HIM!"
The last statement, shouted by Piccolo, caught his full attention. His mentors voice had cracked, and was filled with horror. It was rare for the Namekian to show that kind of raw emotion. The raven-haired teen whipped his head to Piccolo, whose eyes were wide with shock and outrage.
'What am I doing? I'm putting everybody in danger!" The realization hit him hard in his gut. A world that was empty flashed across his mind, making him rethink his intentions. 'What was I thinking?" Just as he had that thought, he heard a cackle coming from Cell in front of him. Gohan zeroed in on the green man warily. Cell was bloating a bit, causing the teen to gasp.
"NO!" Anger broiled within him. The thoughts of a desolate world, and a plagued universe caused him to growl, power flaring.
Cell's brief party stopped all to suddenly, bright pink eyes widening. "What? How are you getting all of this power?"
An energy ball formed in Gohan's palms, growing at a fast rate, getting bigger by the second. "Cell, your game is over. I will not stand for your murderous self any longer. You have killed enough people, and have caused a lot of pain." The demi-Sayian's voice was rising, the blue ball increasing in both size and power.
"Gohan!"
"Finish it!" All the shouts blended together, not able to be discerned.
"You have expended your time here. You have been beaten at your own games. How does that feel?" The ball was ready in power, flashing bright, making Cell flinch. "Your rain of terror is now over. GOODBYE CELL! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The Kamehameha wave blasted forward, towards the stunned green figure, enveloping him. Gohan pushed as hard as he could, until he felt like all of Cell was obliterated.
"You did it!" Yamcha shouted, smiling,
"Gohan!" Tien, who was searching for any signature of Cell, yelled this.
"Good job, son!" Goku exclaimed, walking forward to meet his son.
Gohan floated there, breathing hard. His arms and palms were still extended, as if the battle was still on. The teen whirled around, flying at the nearest figure.
With wide eyes, Goku dodged the attack that was aimed at him. "Gohan! What's wrong with you?" The next attack was anticipated, the move so fast that Goku had his son flying into the air.
"Kid!" Piccolo shouted, trying to jump in. That didn't happen. Before he could, Gohan landed a punch to his face, sending him flying.
It only took that moment for Goku to make his move. Swiftly, the Sayian landed a blow to the back of his son's head, knocking him out.
Hair turning black, Gohan fell forward, Goku catching him before he could hit the ground.
"What the hell just happened?" Piccolo said, shaking the blow off. Blood seeped down his nose in its purple color.
"Krillin, what are you doing!" All attention was temporarily brought to the bald human, who was sneaking away, 18 in his arms.
With a guilty expression, Krillin froze. "We can't let her go."
"Krillin-" Yamcha started to say. He was cut off.
"Nobody's got time for that, idiot!" Everybody looked at Vegeta, who had somehow gotten over to Trunks. "He's alive! Let's go get him to that Namekian!"
Goku decided to worry over the android later. "Let's go!" Goku used instant transmission to all of his friends, taking each one until he gathered all, finally landing by Trunks. "Ready?"
"Just fucking go, Kakarot!" Vegeta yelled. He just wanted to get his son healed. When he had crawled over to his son, he found a pulse. It was a faint one, but one altogether.
For once, Vegeta had a feeling that was alien to him. And it unnerved him.
AT THE LOOK OUT
"It's over, Mr. Popo." Dende said in a calm tone. It was contrary to what was going on in his mind. In his mind, he was thanking Guru that the Cell games were over. With his keen sense, Dende had witnessed all without even being there in person. Gohan had given him a scare. The person that his friend had become for those two instances had Dende cowering. He didn't like that Gohan. And then the Gohan that had popped out after the games had ended.
Dende had tried to get a good feel as to why that animal instinct would pop out. Why go nuts when you have just beaten a threat when you could bask in the afterglow? It was something that he couldn't wrap his mind around. What he felt made him shudder. It wasn't the Gohan that he had become friends with. It was a completely different one that only came out when the Sayian got really angry. Though that point was void when his mind was brought to the fact that Gohan had just mastered that part of him.
"I know, Dende. What do you think will happen to Gohan?" Mr. Popo looked at Dende, observing the little green guy. Though he didn't know it, all that time Dende had been concentrating on the Cell games, he had also been relaying the information to Mr. Popo. It reminded him of Kami. At times, when Kami was still his own being, when he was that deep in his thoughts, had done the same thing. And he took comfort in that. He hoped that this one would last. His world was lonely without his friend. While Piccolo was fused with Kami, and had decided to spend all of his free time on the lookout, he was never the same.
"I-I don't know, to be honest." Dende's voice caught, a tear rolling down his face. He was scared at the thought of his friend never being the same. Who would come and play with him when he needed the company? Krillin was just too old to get Dende. He looked down, trying to hide the others that followed suite.
Mr. Popo rubbed his back gently, frowning. "Don't worry about it, okay? He'll be just fine." He even heard the uncertainty in his voice. It was palpable. He, himself, was frightened at the thought of loosing Gohan. He was the one who kept Dende happy most of the time. That, in turn, kept Mr. Popo happy.
"They're heading this way. Be ready, Mr. Popo." True to his words, the gang manifested out of thin air. Future Trunks lie in the arms of Vegeta, who broke free of Goku, rushing up to Dende. "Put him down right here." Dende crouched down, setting his hands right above the lavender-haired boy, breathing in. In a few seconds, the air around Vegeta's son turned a light shade of green. Soon after, all of the cuts and bruises disappeared, leaving a passed out man in its place.
"When will he wake?" Vegeta asked, not bothering to look at the person who had healed his son.
"Whenever he has the energy to. Right now, he just needs to rest." Turning to his partner, he said, "Mr. Popo, take him to my room."
"Uh, yes, Dende." He bent to pick up the peaceful form of Trunks.
"Don't you dare touch him." Vegeta slapped Mr. Popo's hands away, glaring daggers at him. Mr. Popo straightened, stumbling backwards. Vegeta picked up his son, and then nodded. "Show me to the room."
"Right this way, Vegeta." They walked away, and into the lookouts palace.
Dende refocused his attention to his friend, who looked beat up and battered in the arms of Piccolo. Not looking at Dende, Piccolo put Gohan down in front of the healer, then taking step back.
Dende instantly went to work, soon healing Gohan the way he did Trunks. He nodded to his fellow Namekian, giving him the okay. Scooping the Sayian up, Piccolo followed the path that the other two had not that long before.
He waited until they were out of earshot. "What do you think will happen when he wakes up?" Dende asked Goku.
Goku rubbed the back of his head. "I don't know, actually." He looked slightly embarrassed. He also looked worried.
"Well, that's what I keep thinking to myself." Dende said, blushing.
"What do you propose that we do now?" Vegeta cut in, paying no heed to the conversation that had been going on.
"I propose that we eat!" Goku exclaimed, his stomach emitting a growl. The lookout shook.
Krillin couldn't help but give out a laugh.
"Shut the hell up, baldy." The Sayian prince snapped, raising a hand. That shut him up real quick. "I propose that we collect the dragon balls, and wish back everybody that has died after the first time. That son of a bitch Cell had taken more lives."
Silence met the Sayian's ears. He met each and every gaze, each one with the same look as the one before. They all looked baffled, mouths agape.
Goku was the first to speak. "That has to be the best idea that you have ever come up with, Vegeta. I'm proud of you." When he caught only a glare, he added, "I second that motion." It was his turn to be looked at. "What?"
"You-"
"-Shut up, baldy." Vegeta stopped Krillin from talking.
"Just forget it, Goku." Piccolo said, walking up. His face was a mask of nothing, not emotion showing.
"Anyway, I think that we should be going to Bulma's to get the radar." Yamcha stated, starting to float.
"Stay right were you are, idiot." Vegeta growled, giving him a warning look. "Stay away from my woman, or you balls will be chopped off."
"He has a point though, Vegeta." Goku pointed out, making the others groan. "What?"
"You-"
"Shut the hell up baldy!" the hardheaded prince called out, sighing. "I'm beginning to feel like I'm repeating stuff."
"Lets just go, and stop all this nonsense." Piccolo called out, ascending into the air.
The other started to follow. "We'll be back, Dende." Everybody gathered around Goku, Goku putting two fingers to the temple of his skull.
"What about me?" Gohan called, stopping the raven-haired man.
"Gohan."
Gohan looked confused. "What?"
"Son."
"..." Gohan didn't know what to say. Why were all of them staring at him like he was a clown? Was something wrong with the way he looked?
"Are you okay?" Dende asked, walking slowly up to the teen, who stood there, eyes wide.
"Yes, I am." Was that weird dream really true? Did he really try to attack his father? Was that the reason why? "Did I..." He really didn't have o say the whole sentence.
"Yes." Piccolo replied, crashing back down to the floor. "You did."
Gohan staggered back as Piccolo walked over to him without faltering steps. "Oh my Kami..."
"Do you know why? What were you feeling?" Gohan's mentor crouched down to his level, staring deeply into his eyes.
"I-I don't remember all of it." He looked at the ground.
"Tell us what you do remember."
"All I remember is that I needed to do something. Something was making me do that stuff. I don't know who or what though."
"Do you know why?"
"I think it was because I felt this overwhelming urge to hurt all man kind. I felt the power coursing through my veins, and I felt high and mighty. Like nothing could tear me down."
"Do you know what you looked like?" Piccolo asked, as if he was trying to get Gohan to see where he was getting at.
"Mr. Piccolo, you already know, don't you?" Gohan spat with vehement. His eyes slitted, power flaring.
"Whoa, Gohan, calm. I do know. But what you and others don't know and don't see can and will hurt you. Do you know what you looked like?" This time, his voice was more firm, and directed towards everybody.
Gohan shook his head, clearing his mind of that haze. Where had that came from? The thought of not knowing both confused him and angered him at the same time. "No." He hissed through his teeth.
"You looked like you had the tint that Broly had."
When Gohan processed the words, his mind cleared, and he blacked out.
"Are you calling him a legendary super Sayian?" Vegeta hissed through clenched teeth.
"Maybe. Not sure yet."
"You're saying that he's basically unpredictable?" Goku answered with a question of his own.
With that came the reply. "Yes."
AN: That's the longest chapter that I have ever written. You better enjoy it. (Don't take that serious, guise) xD. Please feel free to review!
[10/14/14] Thanks guys for all the faves follows and reviews! I hope that you other people who are reading this will also contribute. I'm starting the second chapter, and am currently over 300 words on it. It is kind of difficult for me to write it, but it's coming through. I just have to find the flow. Just remember, the more reviews and stuff I get, the longer and better the chapter. Thanks! Talk to you again when the next chapter comes out! (Sometime around friday, sooner if it gets more love)