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 just fucking 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 have to 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 hand 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. That constant 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.