Yes, I made you wait again: Forgive me for the time that's passed, but I have good reason! I wrote this chapter and honestly didn't know if I wanted what happens here to happen this soon—you'll see what I mean…I hope? However, after reading it now I think its ok. Anyway, I had that and I've been working a lot of hours, so time hasn't been on my side. But here it is, and I'm hoping to get the next one started soon. Feel free to ask any questions. And to one semi-question said by a reviewer…yes, I'm obsessed with Cell ;) Well, not in the fashion that some people go, but he's a fascinating character and real fun to write.

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Chapter 4: Responsibility

Cell resembled a statue as he stood still and stared at me. Eventually his eyes looked towards the ground and then away, but I had no clue as to what could have possibly been going through his head. I had started to take deep breaths, my adrenaline slowly but surely dwindling in my blood stream until eventually it'd be gone and I'd be weak.

He turned suddenly and started to take a few steps away. Would he just leave as if it was a shrug off? That stupid, cocky, good for nothing…. "Hey you!" I shouted. "Where are you going?" When there was no response my brow furrowed and I took two steps towards him. "So what's this—you realized you killed something you liked? Maybe loved? Huh? Hurts doesn't it? Feels like someone's twisting your heart up and biting into it, right?"

I didn't have a chance to react. I felt a hand wrap around my neck and my feet immediately left the ground. My sandals fell from my feet and I grasped his arm quickly. The hardness that was his arm was amazing and almost unrealistic as I clutched it. "You," he said, "are an annoyance. It's hard to believe you are your mother's daughter—she wasn't a little brat like you are."

I would've kicked him had I had the energy. I was more focused on trying to breath. "If you kill me like this," I said seriously, my eyes pained with the feeling of my throat being squeezed, "it'll be like looking into the eyes of the woman you thought you loved as you take her life."

He dropped me. I fell on one of the sandals and felt my tailbone crack—not a pleasant feeling, let me tell you. I started to move to sit on my knees since it felt like I just shattered the tip of my spine, but he started to flap his mouth again.

"Why do you keep claiming I loved her?" he asked. "She was just a human."

"Yeah, whatever you say," I said as I painstakingly shifted my weight, my skinned knees not enjoying the feeling of movement.

"Answer my question," he demanded through clenched teeth.

"Look," I said and finally allowed my head to lean back in order to see him easier. "She wrote three journals about you," I told him. "And from what I read, you were pretty much into her too. Besides—didn't you just feel the pain of realizing you killed her?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but said nothing at first. Finally, he asked, "What's your name, girl?"

"Sasara, if it's anything to you," I said as I got to my feet. I felt really short against him now. He was huge compared to my average height of five feet, five inches tall. He looked at me, though, as if he could shrink me to even a smaller stance.

He barely gave a half smile as he nodded to himself. "Yes, I recall asking your mother that question and that was her answer," he replied. "Well, Sasara, may I inquire as to how your father is then?"

"Hell if I know," I said bitterly.

"Ah, so I take it he's not longer around," he said with a larger grin. I knew he could have pegged my dad as competition, but what difference did it make, especially now.

"No, he divorced Mom," I said truthfully. "That's all you need to know."

"You're right," he said. "I no longer need to acquire any further information from you. Enjoy the rest of your life, which I'll assume will last another day or so, depending on how bored we get."

"What are you talking about?" I asked with a very annoyed expression twisting onto my face. I knew he liked to talk in riddles, but I wasn't the sort of person to stand there and try to figure them out. Tell me the truth, straight forward and simply and no one sees me get mad.

Cell went over to the end of the building and put his foot on the ledge as if to jump off. "My friends and I have escaped Hell and we will destroy this planet, as we were supposed to do during our separate life times," he explained, his attitude smug and sickening. "Now that I have no connections to make me consider otherwise, I'm happily free to continue my assault."

"You're just going to shrug off my mother just like that?" I asked totally appalled and unnerved. "I can't believe it! You really had no idea what its like to love someone like she thought you did! You're just a sick, twisted—"

"I suggest you bite your tongue while you're ahead, girl," he snapped. "I'm allowing you to live. Don't change my mind."

"Oh boohoo," I said sarcastically. "I'll get to sit around on the streets tonight while I wonder how painful my death will be in the next twenty-four hours."

"Say the word and I'll finish you now," he said. When I said nothing due to my complete stubbornness, he smirked and turned away. Before he could leave though I noticed his head snap up and he looked alarmed. His foot returned to the rooftop floor and I noticed his hands curling into balls once again.

I couldn't figure out what his problem was this time until I caught something out of the corner of my eye. Three figures were heading towards us and two I recognized as the lizard like creatures from before. The third was just as strange looking, but I gave him no further thought.

Correction, I gave her no further thought. I nearly puked when I allowed my eyes to remain focused on the teal-colored body that stepped down before me, blazing orange hair spiked on top and flowing like a river of tangles down her back. She was lean, but still built like a tank, her white, skin-tight bathing suit-like attire barely covering the right areas. Her sharp yellow eyes glared at me and her white teeth gleamed as she gave me a deadly smile.

The second figure was a few inches shorter than this feminine creature and he was just as weird looking. He wore no clothing, but held the body of a lizard, a long and thick white tail twitching behind him. His head was very round, the top looking like it was made of purple glass, and his face was almost delicate like a porcelain doll. Red lips accented the white skin and I thought this thing was the ugliest creature ever to live.

No, I was wrong. The third person was just as bad if not worse. He was much taller than Cell and definitely wider, if not double the size, but he was horrible. His face was very much etched like the little white thing's face, though his coloring was of soft pinks and purples. Two large black horns curved towards the sky from the sides of his head, which appeared to be encased in a type of helmet. He wore black armor and a blood red cape flowed freely from his shoulders. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought that Cell almost…looked like these two creatures.

"Cell, I don't remember saying we'd pick and choose playmates," the teal woman said. "We have more important things to do besides mingle with humans."

"Especially ones who hold no specifications," the tall one said. He sounded like one of those rich snobs you'd see in old plays, his voice thin and slow.

Cell turned to them and smiled. "My friends, I am not trying to mingle with this pathetic little creature," he said and I nearly snorted. "I had no use for her until I realized that perhaps complete destruction wasn't the right form of action."

"What are you saying?" the woman asked. She seemed like a real bitch.

"Think about it, Jardinai," he said. "If we keep her captive and threaten her life, don't you think that'll be a quicker incentive for Goku and his little friends to come for us?"

"If the Saiyan is still alive," the tall one said.

"Of course he his, father!" the white guy yelled out. "A Saiyan's life span is long and I'm sure we would've heard of his death."

"True," this woman, Jardinai, replied. "So you think we need to keep her alive?"

"Leave that to me," Cell replied. "As you know, I'm the only one who has ever had interaction with humans. I know how they tick."

"Oh you fu—" I started, but his immediate stare was enough to shut me up. If I hadn't known better…Cell was pulling this out of thin air to keep me alive.

"You want the responsibility?" Jardinai asked. "Fine—it's yours. She's yours until Goku shows up. You do what you need to. You'll know how to find us. Come along boys."

The three left, my eyes wide with amazement as they disappeared into the far distance. I couldn't believe what I had heard. I remembered this name, Goku, but I couldn't imagine the guy was still able to do anything about Cell or those other people. Cell was one thing, but could he defeat complete aliens?

"Why'd you do it?" I asked when they had gone completely.

Cell said nothing for a very long time. He didn't even look at me. In fact, he had turned away and crossed his arms, as if wondering that very question himself.

"Yo, did you hear me?"

"Yes, I heard you," he snapped. "Now shut your mouth."

"Look, buster, I'm not a little kid and I'm not about to take your crap like my mother did," I told him. "I want to know why you did that instead of feeding me to the dogs."

"Because the likes of Jardinai, King Cold and Frieza do not deserve to kill you for their own bloody amusement," he scolded. "Is that acceptable?"

"Maybe," I said. "But isn't that what you do with your time?" He turned away again and said nothing. I thought for a moment and looked around, wondering where this left me. Like my mother, I was stranded with this android, only this time he put himself in this situation. I hadn't walked into it—he just chose it. "Do you hate them or something?"

"They're very low beings," he said. "I have no respect for any of them, especially that Jardinai. It was her master who freed us and others, but I will not follow her orders forever. I merely used her to get out of that horrible pit of Hell I was trapped in."

"Oh," I said. I quickly detected the bitterness that was clinging to his tongue as he spoke. He couldn't stand her, as it were, and I could tell he wasn't happy for his decision of having me as a responsibility. Cell was stuck between a rock and a hard place.