Author's Note – Hey guys! Booyah! Here it is, the first Chap of my Cell fic! Hehehe! I hope you all like it! Cell's always been my fav character, and I've always wanted to do a cool fic like this about him. Oh, and just to warn you, my fic does not conform to the actual history of the Saiyans, I'll explain more later. So, here's the intro, see what you think! And if you like it, please review! Thanks a bunch, and enjoy!
Disclaimer – I do not own DBZ, I just think it totally kicks ass.
Dragon Ball Z – The Key To My Heart
Chapter 1 – Reunited
So this is Earth huh? A female figure stood, carefully examining the surroundings. It was late in the evening, and the moon was shining brightly amidst the cloud deficient sky. However, she took no heed to the beautiful starry view. She had work to do, was on a mission, and this would hopefully be the last stop she would have to make to find what she was looking for. She was clad in a tight black body suit that hugged at her curved body, and on top of that, protective white armor, famous of her race. On her hands she wore white gloves, and on her feet a pair of matching white boots. She frowned slightly, turning back and immersing herself into her small pod-like ship. She searched around for a short while, until she came back out with a small shoulder worn pack heavy with various devices and supplies. She carefully locked the door to her ship and looked at it pensively, as if not completely sure it would be there when she got back. But she put those thoughts out of her mind and turned back to the problem at hand.
I have to find him. I hate the fact, but I need his help. And he must be here. He HAS to be here. I refuse to believe I've spent all this time searching for nothing. She frowned, placing a small device over one ear which had a small lens of blue tinted glass jutting out of one side that rested just in front of her left eye. She gently pressed a small button on one side and furrowed her eyebrows as readouts began flashing across the light blue screen. She slowly rotated in a circle, stopping suddenly as she noticed something. That's it… She smiled slowly, the manner of smile someone would wear after they had finished a hard job, or had finally discovered the answer to that one question that had been driving them mad for weeks. It's him.
"Onna!!!!" Vegeta hollered angrily, shaking the walls as he threw open the large metal door to the gravity room, his loud voice rumbling down the hallway. In the other room, Bulma looked up in irritation from a new motorized hover bike she had been diligently working on for the last few weeks and rolled her eyes. She turned in the direction of the call, not completely certain if she should dignify it with an answer.
"What the hell do you want Vegeta?" She demanded, making sure to coat her voice with as much annoyance as was possible. She hated it when he called her 'Onna'; it always made her feel like some sort of female slave to him. Yet she somehow managed to live with it, even though she often wondered. How in the world do I put up with his bullshit all the time? Guess it's just because I love the stupid bastard, though Kami only knows why…
Vegeta suddenly appeared at the door, pointing back to the training room he had just come storming from. Bulma made note that the vein on his forehead was bulging out again, as it often did when he over reacted about things. She stood up from her work and put her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow at her seething husband.
"That damn BAKA machine isn't working again!!!!" He exclaimed, clenching and unclenching his fists as he tried to explain. Bulma frowned at his voice volume, looking down the hallway and guessing he had probably already woken up their eight-year-old son.
"Would you keep it down a bit? Trunks is trying to sleep!" She pointed up to the clock which read 10:30 P.M. Vegeta followed her gesture and tried to calm himself a bit before he started to speak again. "Alright, alright, just come fix it." He replied, dimming his voice to a reasonable level as Bulma threw off her gloves and walked towards him. She followed him back into the gravity room and hurried over to the main consol, looking it over with scrupulous thought and detail, until she finally found the problem, sighing heavily as she did so.
"It's unplugged you idiot." She pointed out, grabbing the cable and reconnecting it with the socket on the floor power bar. Vegeta stood, blinking as she did so, feeling more than just a little dense. She walked by and shrugged, patting him on the back as she left. "Be sure to check that next time."
"Well it's not like the stupid machine hasn't broken down before!" He called at her retreating back as she started to shut the door behind her. But before she did, she turned back and gave him a questioning look.
"Are you going to come to bed tonight, or stay up till 2 A.M. training again?" She asked curiously as she rested her hand on the heavy door. Vegeta had been doing that a lot lately, and with Trunks too whenever he could. He was bound and determined to train Trunks until he was stronger than Gohan, but Bulma didn't see how that was possible. Gohan WAS the strongest Z Fighter after all, and he had been the one who had defeated Cell. But of course, that was seven years ago, and Gohan hadn't been training much, if at all since then. What with Goku gone, about all that poor kid ever got to do was study. Chi Chi never had liked letting him fight, and had always insisted he stay home and do lessons instead. Bulma hoped for Goten's sake that Chi Chi wouldn't be as strict and over protective with him as she had been with his older brother…
"Maybe." Vegeta answered, setting the training level on the machine, "It all depends on if I want to or not. But don't wait up for me." Bulma chuckled softly as he said this. "I never said I would." She replied impertinently as she walked out and shut the door behind her. She shook her head and placed a hand to her mouth as she yawned loudly, proceeding back to work on her bike for a short while longer before turning in to sleep. However, something happened then that she was definitely not expecting; there was a knock at the door.
Bulma turned, a suspicious note to her gaze as she did so. Who in the world could be calling at this hour? She wondered as she walked towards the door in the front entranceway. She turned the knob and opened it to reveal a young woman, Bulma guessed early twenties, with long bright blue hair that fell loosely around her shoulders. She had deep, dark blue eyes, and was wearing something in front of one of them that Bulma found all too familiar; a scouter. That's when Bulma also noticed the tail around her waist, much in the same fashion as Vegeta had done when he had first arrived on the planet. No way! Bulma thought in disbelief, She's a Saiyan!
"Alright, where is he?" The woman asked in a soft yet forceful voice, looking around suspiciously into the house. Bulma frowned, raising an eyebrow at the question, almost willing to bet money that Vegeta was the one she was looking for…
"Where's who?" She asked innocently, not quite wanting to give anything away yet. In almost all cases, Saiyans meant trouble, and Bulma was pretty sure that this Saiyan woman who had so suddenly shown up would be bringing some sort of problems with her. The woman let out a small breath and put her hands on her hips, glancing at Bulma with a tired look. "I know he's here." She replied calmly, seemingly knowing that Bulma knew exactly who she was talking about. She took a step inside and shut the door, looking around the vast room, which was full of different mechanical gadgets and projects. "Please, I have to see the prince."
Bulma let out a small sigh, gesturing for the woman to follow her. "I knew you were looking for Vegeta. But hey, you seem nice. Please tell me you're not like most Saiyans…"
The woman stopped as she said this, a little surprised at her knowledge. Vegeta must have told her about it… After all, it seems like he lives here, so perhaps this human is his friend. "What do you mean?" She replied as they walked across the room and turned down a hall.
"Oh, you know, arrogant, violent, a smart ass…" She explained, much to the amusement of the female Saiyan. "Well, it depends on what kind of mood I'm in I guess…" She replied with a small smile, "But I must say, those words you used definitely describe Vegeta." Bulma chuckled, nodding slightly, then turning back to the woman.
"I'm Bulma, by the way." She greeted, reaching out and shaking her hand. "Oh, how rude of me!" The woman exclaimed as she shook back, "And my name is Zett." Bulma nodded thoughtfully, reaching back in front of her and grasping the handle to the gravity room with a hand. "Pleased to meet you. Vegeta's not going to believe this you know, he'll be really shocked to see another Saiyan. Not many Saiyans are still alive right? Well, just say you're not here to talk about the possible destruction of the world or anything…"
Zett frowned sadly, both at the mention of the state of her dwindling race, and at the mention of destruction. "Well, not exactly, but I'm afraid I do have some rather dire news." She replied solemnly as they headed into the room. However, her mood changed instantly as she noticed Vegeta on the floor of the gravity room doing push-ups. She headed over to him, much to Bulma's bewilderment, not even seeming to notice the dramatic increase in gravity, which was so great that Bulma couldn't even follow her. Zett stopped a few feet in front of the Saiyan prince and shook her head smirking.
"My goodness Vegeta. You haven't changed at all since the last time I saw you. You're even pretty much the same height…" She mused as she looked down at him. At the sound of her voice, Vegeta froze, slowly moving his head to gaze at her. For a few moments he simply laid there perfectly still, his jaw dropping slightly in his disbelief.
"It's, it's you!!" He gasped shakily, jumping up from the floor and starting to circle her as if he believed his eyes were playing tricks on him. Zett nodded, raising an eyebrow audaciously, characteristic of Saiyans, as she watched him. "Of course it's me. You know, it took me quite some time to track you down. But I finally managed. We need to talk." Vegeta stopped his inspection and leaned against the wall, holding his head with a hand. "But, but how? You're alive! How did you survive?" He questioned, still overcome with astonishment that she was really there.
"Come on, you know me better than that 'Veg'… And besides, I could ask you the same thing. We wondered about you, when you never came back. Thought you might have gone and gotten yourself killed. But then rumor had it you were alive, and well, here you are." She explained somewhat, making a lot more sense of course to Vegeta than to Bulma, who stood rather perplexed and confused, still in the doorway of the room.
"Hey, I hate to interrupt, but I'm a little lost. Would someone please care to explain to me what this is all about?" Bulma pleaded, never liking to be left out of a conversation and in the dark as far as topic went. Vegeta shook his head, snapping out of his partially bewildered state and turning to her. "I'll explain later Bulma, would you excuse us for a moment?"
Bulma furrowed her eyebrows, not liking the matter, but deciding it best to do as Vegeta asked. She nodded, closing the door with a small thud as she exited. Zett listened as her footsteps receded down the hallway and turned back to Vegeta. "A friend?"
Vegeta laughed, one corner of his mouth pulling up slightly as he replied. "My wife." Zett nodded thoughtfully, sitting down on the edge of the machine and tossing her hair behind her with a hand. "So, you got too impatient for me huh?" She asked with a mock upset tone to her voice, quickly adding, "Well don't worry about it. I think I almost broke down into tears the day your father announced our arranged marriage. That or I wanted to blow something up." Vegeta bent down, grabbing a towel off the floor and dabbing his face with it.
"Yes…" He began slowly, his voice holding a lot of suspicion, "But let's get right down to things. You didn't just come here to see me again, so I want to know; Why are you here?"