Search and Rescue

A/N: this fic is dedicated to empress-seru with much love from SR333 and Myself.

Rating : M(like duh…)

Summary: A young saiyan girl is sent to seek out the lost Prince… but no amount of training can prepare her for what she finds on Earth.

Disclaimer: unfortunately I own none of the character's in this fic… and dudes, if I owned DBZ…. Eish… it'd have to bear a mental health warning…XD

Chapter one: On a Misssion…

Meegan jumped away from the pod as it made a whooshing sound and went up in flames.

Kamidammit, I am never doing that again…" she muttered darkly, her usually blue eyes taking on the green tint they usually got when she was mad. Her black tail flicked agitatedly behind her as she ran a hand through her sun-streaked blonde hair. She asked herself once again why she had left her home to come to this backwater planet and sighed.

She had come here because her people had heard rumours that the prince Vegeta was here, living among the humans on this planet. She had been sent to see if they were true. She frowned, hearing her mother's warning for the hundredth time.

Be aware of the prince Meegan. They say that he has changed from the person he was while working for Frieza, but I still do not trust him. Stay on your guard, and do not reveal yourself unless it is necessary.

Yeah right. It just may be necessary now. She'd run into some especially touchy traders, on the way. Well how was she supposed to know they'd try and blow her up for calling their leader an obnoxious slug?

Meegan quirked a smile as she thought of the look on the leader's face when what she'd said had sunk in, but it vanished in the face the memories of the danger that had followed. Her ship had been hit badly and she'd had to ditch it and continue in one of the cramped pods until she'd landed here, okay, so landed was a nice way to put it, crashed was more to the point…

As the wreckage continued to burn Meegan walked over to the pile of stuff she'd managed to throw out before jumping out herself. There were a few nutrient packs, her hunting weapons, she looked at the knives with dismay… the larger blade was the length of her forearm and the smaller was a little longer than her palm, good for easy concealment, but not much use if she got into serious trouble, and she was only going to use Ki attacks as a last resort.

Though affective and precise, a Ki attack would be sensed by anyone that happened to be looking, and if she used it she may as well put out a banner announcing her arrival. Meegan fastened the larger knife to her belt and tucked the smaller into one of her knee-high white boots. The next was her armour… as she fastened it on over her simple spandex shorts and tank top she wondered about what the Prince would say.

When Freiza had destroyed their home planet, the few saiyans that had survived had decided to regroup and remain inconspicuous to ensure the survival of their race, and had ended up changing a great deal of their old customs… they had become a calmer race and had adapted to living among other races.

Among the changes that had been made over the years, one of them was the armour. Whereas in the past saiyans had worn armour most of the time, they now only wore it when they were out on missions that had the potential to be dangerous. Hence their armour had changed too… it was a main breastplate that clipped together in the front and the bottom section over the stomach and heart was made of flexible plating which gave freedom of movement. This armour was mainly designed to protect the heart and lungs from being pierced.

There was lower armour as well, but Meegan didn't bother with it as it was highly uncomfortable and incredibly hard to manoeuvre in. not to mention of little use to females. Meegan clipped her cloak onto her shoulder armour and left the hood back like a cape. Bending down she picked up the last items from the pack, her Arm protestors, and an eye-piece.

Meegan attached the eye-piece to her head and it came to life instantly, scanning the terrain and showing the information. Meegan sighed as she scanned the data. Why did she have to choose to land in a desert? There was almost no life at all for as far as she could see. She turned in a slow circle, scanning for any signs of life.

Suddenly something popped up on her scanner. There, to the southeast was something. Meegan sent her senses out and sure enough she felt something. Probably a City, she thought with a smile. It was definitely a start, she thought as she moved to the source of the Ki signature she felt.

Meegan was still a few miles from the city when she saw the thick curl of smoke rising steadily into the air. Sensing a sudden Ki spike in the area, Meegan picked up speed and within a few minutes she was at the edge of the city, she stopped dead at the carnage that assaulted her senses. The town was destroyed… clothes and debris lay scattered everywhere, occasionally lighter objects shifted in some ghostly breeze and a flame licked through an open window, but other than that all was still. There were no sounds other than the crackling of flames and the shifting of rubble. Meegan blinked, her mouth hanging slightly open as she looked around.

Suddenly Meegan's mind registered that the powerful Ki signature from before was now standing behind her and she swung around, her eyes wide as they took in the form standing less than ten feet away.

He was tall, tall enough that she had to look up at him. He wore some strange green, speckled armour, her eyes travelled upward to the broad shoulders and helmeted head, the pale face with sharp features and violet stripes running up the sides of his face, and finally to the magenta eyes that seemed to freeze her in place.

Meegan stood, unable to move or breathe as those eyes moved down her frame, taking in her features for what seemed like an eternity before moving back to her face. Some small part of Meegan's brain that was still functional thanked the Kais that her tail was hidden behind her cloak.

"well now, what do we have here?" the smooth, cultured voice broke the spell and Meegan drew a sharp breath, and stepped back unconsciously, mentally shaking herself. What the hell was wrong with her? she studied the man's features again and felt her stomach turn. Kami, she was acting like some daft little girl. Mentally berating herself, Meegan forgot that she hadn't responded to his question until he cleared his throat impatiently.

Meegan's head snapped up immediately and gave him a blank look.

"What?" she asked, slightly cross that he'd interrupted her thought process.

Cell looked at the female with barely contained shock. Didn't the woman care for her life? Why didn't she run in fear like everyone else? The answer came to him quickly. Was it possible that she had never heard of him? He glanced at her clothing, keeping his face neutral. She did not dress like the other humans on this planet, so perhaps it was possible.

"Do you not know to whom you speak ningen? Or do you simply have so little value for your life?" he asked mockingly.

Meegan bristled instantly at the condescending tone in the man's voice. "Hang on a sec while I step back to make room for your ego." She snapped, and as an afterthought added, "and what the hell is a ningen, anyway?"

Cell fought for control as his eye twitched at the blatant insult. That settled his musings. The girl wouldn't have dared to be so belligerent if she'd had any idea of what he was capable of. But this realisation brought to light another question. If the girl had never heard of him then where on earth was she from?

Something rose to him from the depth of his memories and he took a closer look at her armour. It looked familiar… almost… then it hit him as a memory of Frieza's surfaced. The saiyan race are most easily recognized by their armour, their tails and their flash-tempers. Cell called up an image of a saiyan in full armour and compared it to the young woman standing in front of him. Although the armour was noticeably different the design was definitely saiyan.

So she wore Saiyan armour, but that didn't prove that she was saiyan. She definitely didn't look like either Kakarrott or the Prince. Cell sought her Ki and found it to be no higher than the average ningen. Frowning, Cell thought of how to find out for sure. Ah, her tail.

Meegan stood, her arms folded, and glowered at him. What was he thinking she wondered. She shifted unconsciously as he smirked at her, and then he just…disappeared?

"What the!?" Meegan suddenly felt him behind her and whipped around, but not before he'd managed to grab a hold of her tail. Meegan yowled, whipping around, her blade instantly in hand as she brought it up to his neck, but to her shock, he simply grabbed her arm and held it down. Meegan gulped, for the first time realising just how dangerous this man was.

"So, little saiyan, what to do with you now…" It was at that point that Cell noticed the Ki signatures heading towards them and growled. "So, earth's heroes come to defend their pitiful city. Or is it you, little saiyan, that they are after, hm?"

Meegan blinked and immediately checked her Ki. Curses, she'd allowed it to rise in her agitation. She quickly lowered it to the average level of a human and then began focussing on the approaching signatures.

Cell looked again at the girl in his grasp as he masked his Ki just as Piccolo and Gohan landed near the middle of the city.

"Who the hell are those idiots?" Meegan growled, her scouter picking them up even at a distance. Their Ki signatures were strong, very strong actually, but neither would pose much of a threat to the man that was currently pulling her against him and into the shadows. Wait… into the… "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TRYING TO DO?" Meegan demanded, her voice rising dangerously.

Cell merely raised a brow at her reaction and stopped, having reached the shelter of a building. When he didn't let her go, Meegan felt heat rise into her cheeks, obviously from anger, and struggled against his hold, damn he was strong.

"Let me go!" Meegan demanded, her voice raised angrily.

"Keep your voice down" Cell commanded, ignoring her order.

"I said Let Me Go!"

"So you want them to find you?" he asked matter-of-factly. Meegan stopped her struggling and stood calmly, a barely audible growl rising in her throat. "I thought not." Cell murmured smugly against her ear.

"Get.Your.Hands.Off.Me." she muttered dangerously. Cell smirked and merely tightened his grip, causing Meegan to tense up and growl even louder.

"Or you'll do what?" He taunted, his magenta eyes dancing with amusement as Meegan resumed her struggling. "tsk, come now… what undignified behaviour."

Meegan stopped her struggling instantly as she saw red. That was it… this jerk was going down. Meegan snarled and bounced upward, her head connecting soundly with Cell's jaw. Cell cursed in surprise and his grip loosened just enough for Meegan to duck out of his arms and hook a leg behind his knees, pulling him off balance as she darted away.

Cell was back on his feet instantly, but she had already managed to dart out of arms reach. He felt a warm sense of admiration wash over him and allowed a ghost of a smile to cross his features. She'd managed to surprise him, not an easy feat.

Meegan's eyes narrowed as she fought to regain a measure of calm, her muscles tensed like a snake about to strike. "I don't know who the hell you think you are, nor do I care," Meegan chose to ignore the voice in the back of her mind that told her that she was lying and pointed out that the heat flushing her face wasn't just anger. "But, if-"

"Ah, forgive my manners, My name is Cell" Meegan blinked as he cut her off, giving a small bow.

"er…" Meegan mentally slapped herself. Great, she was acting like a little girl again. She gathered her thoughts and managed to compose herself. "Well, Cell," Meegan inwardly groaned at the rhyme, but scowled outwardly, "I am on a mission, and I'd appreciate it if you stay out of my way."

Cell smirked at the predictable line, then stepped towards her. "But you still haven't told me your name little saiyan…"

Meegan frowned. Why did he have to talk like that… all smooth and confident. It was making her stomach knot.

"My name is Meegan. Not that it's of any consequence to you, as you won't see me again after this." Cell smiled wickedly.

"But what if I want to see you again?" Cell's smile threatened to turn into a grin as Meegan blinked and stepped back.

Meegan almost panicked at the statement for some unknown reason, but just in time she caught the glint of amusement shining in Cell's magenta orbs. Okay. Two could play at this game. She folded her arms and rolled her eyes.

"As charming as you obviously are Cell, I will be keeping my mind on my mission, and not on your perfectly formed ass." Meegan quipped. Her voice cool and confident. Cell smirked and raised a brow.

"You noticed." Was his only comment. Meegan gaped in fury before turning on her heel and marching out of the shadows, her obsidian tail lashing agitatedly behind her. /Smug bastard./ she seethed.

Cell watched her go with an amused smirk. He had a feeling he was going to have a hard time keeping his mind on his own mission.

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MN: he he he… thankee to Storm for the help with Seru's character… and to Casino Royale for that hilarious line.

UNI: hey, what happened to Piccolo?

MN: -rolls eyes- You'll see.