Yet another! Alright, so I have been on a writing spree this week. See what happens when you're at home with nothing to do? I should be packing for my upcoming move, but alas, this is far more entertaining.
Before I forget, I do thank those of you who sent well-wishes to me on my pathetic little injury. I can see this is where I am very unlike the character I write about—I cannot stand pain for a moment. I'm a wimp. Anyway, besides that…
This story is drawing closer to its end. As I told someone earlier, I will probably only be able to drag this out to 10 chapters at the most…I wouldn't even be surprised, though, if 9 was the magic number. However, last night while I was laying awake for a lousy two hours, I decided that I really want to write this story again and show everyone what Sasara was thinking…my main reasoning is because there are such large gaps between her and Cell's encounters that it's almost unfair for you not to know how she's feeling. As queenKathballZ pointed out, she is much more laid back in this story…well, to a point ;) Besides, you know me…I can't let go of the series ;D
As always, review…pwease? And above all, enjoy!
Chapter 7: Setup
Two Years Later…
The time seemed to move on slowly now that I was making it a point to stay away from a certain planet. I traveled approximately sixteen or so galaxies away from my home planet, entertaining myself by causing havoc in alien cities. A fact that surprises even me is that I never destroyed a single planet. I had no interest for whatever reason I kept from even myself. However, after two years of the same boring excursions I decided to make my way back to the Milky Way.
The only reason I returned to Earth was due to the fact that there was a large ship that entered its galaxy that was not human built. It wasn't large, but I happened to be nearby and felt the powers within. The ship itself was small enough to carry perhaps a few passengers and cargo, but no more than that. The energy I felt did not seem real…it seemed as if it was just being carried along. I could not determine how this seemed possible no less a reasonable explanation to why it was heading towards Earth, but I could not resist the interesting possibilities it offered.
However, once I reached Earth for myself I lost it. I went down to familiar territory and stood in the middle of the desert, tuning my senses for something that resembled the strange ship that I had just felt. There was nothing. Wherever it went I somehow seemed to lose it completely.
I looked around at my surroundings. I did not intend on returning to Earth…especially so soon. I believe it was nearly two years since I was last here. I even idly wondered if…
No, I shouldn't think about her. I was sure she was back with that man of hers, her son now older and probably just as much of a poor excuse for a human as any other. Yet I felt like now that I was here I should make use of my time.
Damn it to all hell, I thought as I engaged myself in flight.
I flew across the desert to Eastern City, knowing full well where I was and where I was heading, much to my self disgust. It took me no time to reach my destination. I landed on the side of the house waiting to see if I would hear her voice. I told myself it was only until I felt a surge of energy from that intriguing ship.
The voices from within were not what I expected. Two men sat inside playing cards, boasting to each other how good of a hand they had. I looked at them, not knowing either of their faces. Then a woman came in, a woman who was definitely not Sasara in any way.
She was gone. I had been gone too long to keep track of her.
Should I be disappointed I wondered?
As I thought about it I felt the strange power again coming from over the ridge. I ignored what was once the home of the woman I…never mind, the source of this power was far more important to me than the past. That human woman was a thing of the past that should not be revisited. I was far too good for the likes of her.
I followed it for several miles, further than I expected. I wondered what it was that was so strong at such a distance.
I came over the final hill and saw the ship sitting in the distance. It looked larger than I thought it was, but that was nothing to be worried about. What surprised me was that it seemed to be merely sitting there with absolutely no activity happening on the outside. This seemed peculiar to me, but the power felt even stronger…
Finally I decided that I would just go further. I flew easily over to what seemed to be the entrance of the ship, though it was camouflaged into the body fairly well. Strangely enough, however, it opened.
I prepared myself for whatever would come, but when nothing appeared and the ramp looked empty I stood straight again and waited. Then I heard something behind me and immediately twisted around to face a man that I had never met.
He resembled a human, oddly enough, but he was much taller and wearing thick armor. It was actually a rare occurrence to meet someone who was taller than I. He smirked at me under a brown mustache and beard. Dark eyes were set in a smooth face, though his hair was streaked with white that made him look older than he probably was. What caught my interest, though, was that I could feel no source of energy about him.
"Well, I didn't think it would be this easy," he said to me.
My hands balled into fists prepared to take him on the moment I felt it was necessary. For the time being, though, I decided to hear him out.
"You see, I knew you and a few others existed on this planet, but I wondered how I would gather each of you." My eyes narrowed into a confused expression, I'm sure, since he chuckled and continued. "Forgive me, where are my manners? I am Lord Nezule. You do not know me and technically I do not personally know you."
"Then you have falsified your expectance of my existence," I said dryly, un-amused thus far.
He chuckled again and looked at me with shockingly supernatural eyes. "No. You see, I have learned about you through others that have crossed your path while you were here on this…lively planet."
I couldn't help but smirk at his sarcastic nature.
"I have returned from the dead myself, you see," he continued. "You and I apparently had missed paths in the Other World. Where you were wished back by your planet's dragonballs I was reborn through a warlord's mystical powers. He and I had a truce, but once I was reborn I had little use for him again since I had the perfect plan."
I nearly rolled my eyes as he droned on. "An interesting story to be heard, I'm sure, but I have no intentions on listening to it. I believe I shall destroy you now and continue on with my own plans."
"I think not. You see, I am not done with you yet. I need your power and I intend on getting it."
"Oh, I think not," I replied and swiftly threw a swing with my left hand.
It went straight through him.
I looked in detest as the image shifted and resumed its stance. It was a bloody hologram. I stood up again and glanced up at the ship. The image was being displayed by a small beam not far from the entrance.
But before I knew it something came from the ramp and engulfed my face. I struggled against it as it was not only something I was not expecting, but had never experienced. I felt as if it was plugging itself against my temples and draining me of all thought.
I couldn't tell what this device was doing…but I was starting to see things…
Memories of my birth in Gero's lab…
Leaving the present for the past in the time machine…
Meeting Goku…
Layrial…
The Cell Games…
Sasara…
Her son…
xXx
I opened my eyes and regained my senses to find myself laying flat on my back, my vision first seeing the open blue sky above me. I had never been so humiliated as to be knocked out by an odd device. Clearly the entire encounter with the ship was a set up, part of a greater plan. And clearly that ship was now gone.
I got to my feet and looked around, dusting my arms off and cracking my neck. Whoever this Nezule was, I did not like him. No one makes a fool of me…
Obviously my next step would be to find him…but again, I felt no source of power from any direction. This was becoming extremely frustrating in a short amount of time. I had never heard of the man and yet here he knew something about me. Although, if he had met up with any of my fellow Hell victims who were aware of Earth's warriors that would explain everything.
So what would he want with me and them at the same time? The only thing in common was our strength…and I daresay he would never get me or the likes of Gohan or Vegeta to join forces. Goku, last I had heard, was long dead and had decided himself not to be wished back to life. Vegeta was much older now and I couldn't imagine him going head-to-head with a foe and coming out the victor.
As I turned on my heal to move along with my hunt for this Nezule, I kicked something that clanked against the rocks on the ground. I glanced down to see a small round object, a device that looked like a poor design for a hockey puck. Once I picked it up, however, the same hologram burst to life and flung itself from my hand. I stood as if it never happened and gazed at the same image of this Nezule character.
"This is only a message, Cell, so do not try to ask questions or talk back to me," he said with a highly annoying cocky attitude. "I would like to thank you, though, for making my first attempts at occupying such incredible power far easier than expected. See, you coming to me saved me quite a hassle since you were going to be my most difficult catch. I already learned enough to help me catch the others, thanks to my new friends in Hell. However, you were the one that was a complete mystery.
"And here I never thought luring you would be such an obvious thing! You are probably asking yourself what I am talking about, aren't you? Well, ask no more. The answer is only in your head, my dear friend. You gave my Memorizer Robot enough information about your life that I have now found something you will definitely want to be looking for. Navigate yourself towards the west. You will find us there. Oh and Cell? You might want to hurry if you want them to live to see tomorrow."
The image clicked out and smoke rose from the tiny object as if it malfunctioned. I stared at it for a moment and thought about each word he said. I was not fond of other people's games, and it was apparent to me that he was playing me for something I was still not aware of. This Memorizer Robot must have been the machine that lunged at my head earlier and knocked me out for that period of time—a deed that sealed the fate of this Nezule character.
As I stood there I started to recall the memories that were dug up by this machine. There was something in my head that caught his attention that would lure me to him? My friend, destroying you is enough of a reason to go after you following this encounter, I thought to myself.
Then it dawned on me. The only thing that someone from the outside would think was important enough to me to save would be Sasara. It was far too simple to figure out, now that I thought of it. I was going to be the hardest of the others because they were all obviously entwined with personal lives on the side. I, on the other hand, left no traces in my life that I was ever involved with anything besides my mission to destroy this miserable planet.
If all of this were true, that would mean Sasara was in danger. But at this point, was I concerned about her safety? She was no longer mine to protect—in fact, it was made apparent to me that she was never mine to worry about. The game she played with me was unforgivable, even if the secret was something that should not have been close to the truth. I was contemptuous of my so-called child.
In essence, I was still only out for myself in life.
