I stopped writing fan fics a few months back and never finished this one. Tell me if you like it and want more. I'll be happy to start writing again.

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Goten writhed in pain as his newly pronounced master boomed his monstrous voice forward. "Please stop; I can't take this anymore," Goten said; his voice a quaking mess.

Now, the voice was distinct; it was a familiar one that had been seared into his mind after watching the videos. "You really are a pathetic excuse for a Saiyan. You should be ashamed of yourself," The being from which the words came… was none other than Cell.

Goten watched as the monstrous android parted ways with the shadows and made his presence known. "You… but… how?" Goten asked; his body still engulfed in pain.

"You learn many things when you're trapped in Other World. I, my friend, learned how to penetrate your subconscious. I learned how to manipulate your mind in ways that even I never thought possible," Cell explained; his metaphysical body taking slow steps towards Goten in his mind.

"You can't control me," Goten seethed as he pushed the pain ever so slowly out of his body.

Cell laughed at Goten's response and sent a new wave of pain over the boy. "Please, enlighten. How are you going to stop me?" Cell asked, truly intrigued.

Goten, thinking it over a hundred times, finally decided it was time. He hated to leave behind his family and his friends, but he was dead to them anyway. There was no way that Cell was going to let him go. "Just watch me," Goten said and, with every bit of power in him, struck off towards the pit of fire adorning the center of the room.

Cell went wide eyed at Goten's rebellion and used every ounce of his power to flood the boy with pain. Cell knew it had to have been agonizing, but Goten… wasn't stopping.

Goten finally reached the edge and leapt out into the air. He knew it was over… as it had been for a long time. He was going to miss his mom and his brother, but he had already been missing them for a while now. Finally, Goten shut his eyes and let the memories fade away as the fire engulfed his being.

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Chichi sighed as she stared at the shell of her son; he was just rotting away. She wondered if he would ever come back; if he would ever open his eyes. It seemed hope-

Chichi saw it and at first didn't know what to make of it. Then, as it became more of a reality… she didn't want to believe it. The liquid that surrounded her son was becoming thick with crimson; Goten's blood. Chichi could see it; his eyes were bleeding… his nose… his entire face was red.

Chichi, in fit of horror and rage, collapsed against the glass… pounding on it with all her might. Her mind was spinning in circles; she didn't know why, but her son was dying… right there in front of her. She slammed her fist against the glass over and over, tears streaming from her eyes, but nothing was working. He was dying. Why was he dying? What was going on? Nothing was making any sense!

Then, a solemn held note filled the air. The dull whim of death; the signification that the life her son once had was gone. She couldn't stop it and she would have never had the presence of mind to seek help. She wouldn't have made it in time anyway; for whatever reason, Kami had chosen to take Goten.

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Vegeta finally found the energy to open his eyes and immediately searched his surroundings. It looked like he was in a warehouse, but it was artificial. The air, the gravity, the feel… it was suspicious. Vegeta stood and felt lighter than before; the gravity was different in here.

"I see you've decided to join me, Vegeta," Kardall said from the other side of the room; boasting a smile. He had waited so long to finally meet the fabled Saiyan warrior. The Prince of his race was a legend.

Vegeta squinted his eyes skeptically at the man across the room; he was suspicious too. Vegeta knew it at first glance, but it had to be impossible; Saiyan armor, black spiky hair, a tail. This man was a Saiyan. "How is it possible?" Vegeta asked; it was the only thing he wanted to know.

"That I'm a Saiyan?" Kardall finished the question. He knew the story was way too complicated to tell and he didn't have the time; he just wanted to get down to business. "Does it really matter?" Kardall asked.

Vegeta smirked and crossed his arms in the process; he was definitely one of his kind. "Not much for formalities, I see. That's how I like it; straight to the killing," Vegeta said, falling back into a fighting stance.

Kardall rose an eyebrow at the Saiyan and did the same. "You're definitely the Vegeta I've heard stories about. I'll enjoy making you literal history," Kardall said, getting ready to release his full power.

Vegeta ignited his Super Saiyan energy and let the room glow gold. "I'd pay to see that happen," Vegeta said and prepared to rush the Saiyan. Vegeta then, in a flash of golden light, closed the gap between him and Kardall. Kardall's head snapped back as Vegeta's punch connected beautifully.

Kardall staggered back and watched as Vegeta fell into his fighting stance; a smirk twisting his lips. Kardall spat out the copper taste in his mouth and wiped his chin of the crimson dribble. It had hurt, but it was weak… and Kardall hadn't even transformed yet. "If that's the best you can do… then watch as your reaper unleashes his true form," Kardall said, a smile warping his lips.

Vegeta's mouth fell agape as he felt the power emanating from Kardall. The Saiyan was building towards something, but whatever it was… it defied all imagination. Energy lightning crackled around Kardall's intense aura and suddenly he made the leap to Super Saiyan, but it didn't stop there; Vegeta felt overwhelmed… just sensing the power was going to overload his senses.

Kardall laughed uncontrollably as he felt the brink of his power drawing near. "Vegeta, bear witness to a power you could never attain. Feast your eyes upon the fourth level of the Super Saiyan!" Kardall boasted and laughed with it; a victorious laugh that visibly sent chills down Vegeta's spine.

Finally, the energy around Kardall erupted and a seemingly new being now stood in his place. Kardall was now a beast, the fabled Super Saiyan four; he was covered in silver fur, his eyes were rimmed with red, and his hair was now draping down to his shoulders. Vegeta stammered back; he truly didn't know what to do. Kardall had to be the most powerful being in the universe.

Energy whipped around Kardall with intensity; this form was his favorite… it contained so much power. Kardall then fell back into a fighting stance, readying his ultimatum for Vegeta. "You have one last chance; rule the universe with me… or die with the rest of them," Kardall said, his suggestions up in the air for his opponent.

Vegeta's anger boiled within him; no being had ever posed this big of a threat before… no being had ever been this powerful. The golden energy wrapped around Vegeta intensified ten fold as he thought about his family. He could fantasize about the ruthless killer he once was or the cold-blooded prince he used to be, but that wasn't the case anymore. He still had his pride… and he was extremely proud of his family. They would be killed if he failed here today. "Is that a threat towards my family, you pathetic worm?" Vegeta asked, his words seething with unbridled anger.

Kardall pulled his hands to his side and powered up an energy ball. "It's no threat, Vegeta… it's a Saiyan's promise!" Kardall yelled out and launched the green orb in Vegeta's direction. The orb of energy connected with Vegeta and erupted; the explosion mushroomed out… destroying half of the warehouse. Kardall immediately felt pressure as the planet's gravity kicked in, but no matter… his slowed movements couldn't be overpowered by a dead man. Finally, the smoke began to clear and what Kardall saw, and felt, was beyond belief. Vegeta was completely unharmed… and he was now a Super Saiyan three.

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Laurel smiled in delight as Trunks' tongue traced her neck. The wet, soft sensation against her skin was tantalization; it made her body ache for more. Trunks then pulled away, much to Laurel's chagrin, but then began pulling her shirt up over her head.

Trunks threw the shirt away and took in Laurel's body. He had seen it many times, but it always took his breathe away. "I love you," Trunks breathed; his words full of his yearning for her.

Laurel smiled and began to return the sentiment, but something caught her eye. She quickly searched the trees above Trunks, but found nothing; she couldn't sense anything either.

Trunks looked confused at the face Laurel was making; she looked tense. "What's wrong, baby?" Trunks asked; he truly hoped she wasn't getting tired of him. That would hurt.

"Someone is here," Laurel whispered and immediately Trunks was off of her surveying the surroundings. Then, out of nowhere, Trunks was launched off into the forest. "Trunks!" Laurel yelled and jumped to her feet, but seconds later she was in trouble as well. She couldn't see, but she could feel a grip around her throat. She couldn't breathe; her life was quickly fading away. Suddenly, explosions erupted in the distance, Trunks was fighting back and damn it, she had to also.

Laurel used everything inside her and erupted into her new stage of Super Human; the second stage. The grip around her throat suddenly released and then the trees in front of her split at the middle.

La'varnix stood and hissed as his cloak shorted out. The Ooman new the ways of ki, but that wouldn't stop him. La'varnix zoomed in on the raging Ooman and clicked in delight. He just loved the body of the female Ooman and this one was showing it off. His libido was now on fire; he'd sure have to indulge before destroying her.

Laurel grimaced and launched herself towards the beast she now saw. In an instant, she was there, but paralyzed with fear. The power radiating from the beast almost doubled hers; this battle was already over.

La'varnix wrapped his hand around her throat once again, but this time planted his fist in her stomach. The strike did obvious damage as the Ooman's energy fire dissipated into the air. La'varnix now moved his hand to the garment covering the female's milk glands. He ripped it free from her body and stared in delight. The Yaujta females were large, ugly; for some reason, he liked the petite smoothness of the Soft Meat.

Laurel, unable to move, felt the breeze brush against her now bare breasts. This monster was sick and there was nothing she could do; he was going to ravage her. Laurel closed her eyes and winced as a hand groped her body. Then, suddenly, she was falling back… the grip was gone.

Trunks slammed his elbow into the creature and sent it flying into the distance. He then knelt down next to Laurel; she looked terrible. "What happened?" Trunks asked as he stripped his shirt off and stretched it over her upper body.

Laurel groaned as she tried to speak. "It only took… one punch," Laurel mumbled and coughed up a blood. Pain shot through her stomach as her ruptured organs continued to bleed.

Trunks seethed in anger and glanced back for any sign of the creatures. "Why are they doing this?" Trunks asked no one in particular. What he really wanted to know was how they were able to control their ki. They didn't seem particularly smart and yet… they were powerful; skillfully wielding ki.

La'varnix, unseen by his prey, erupted from the treetops and gracefully landed next to the Oomans. They were surprised and off their guard. La'varnix charged up a ball of energy as he launched an elbow into the boy's face. His purple haired head whipped back and gave La'varnix the opportunity to use his energy ball.

Trunks grimaced as energy erupted against him and sent him tumbling yards away from Laurel. Trunks hit the ground hard, but pushed the pain away as he quickly got to his feet. It was too late, though; the creature didn't care about him. "Laurel!" Trunks yelled as the beast darted off into the brush with Laurel over his shoulder.

Laurel glanced up and saw Trunks speeding towards her. She opened her mouth to scream, but, in an instant, she was on the ground. Pain engulfed her body, soul, and sight. She searched for Trunks and found him, miles away with split trees in between them. The beast had thrown her that far and it only took him a millisecond. Laurel tried to move, but couldn't as she failed to feel her legs. Laurel, too exhausted to cry, gave up as her head crashed against the moist ground. It was soft, inviting, and it smelled of copper. It was a funny red color, too.

Trunks, golden light erupting from his being, found the creature and gave it everything he had. Determination fueled his strikes, but anger warped his technique. No matter how bad Trunk's wanted it; he couldn't land a single punch. Finally, the creature struck back; the blow hard, and skillfully connecting with his collar bone. Trunks cried out as the bone snapped under the impact and sent him crashing to the forest floor. Trunks seethed and held his limp arm. He was going to die; it was too damn soon for this. "I won't let you kill me," Trunks said, blood dribbling from his lip. It was the truth; he'd always found a way out of these situations.

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I hope it was good. Remember to tell me if you like it or not. Tell me which characters you like, too. I can always change things.