A/N: I don't own DB/Z/GT.
Female Goku = Goku; Male = Gokou.
Chapter 45: Extreme Fluffiness and DOOM!
Goku tossed and turned in her sleep. Her feet kicked at the bed-covers. Her arms flailed restlessly. If she was awake, she would have felt the back of her hand make contact with Vegeta's face. She would have heard him curse and push it off of his head. Her inability to sleep soundly was starting to get on his last nerve.
"No… no…" she mumbled, her head thrashing back and forth against her pillow.
Vegeta sat up erectly and stared down at her. Was she having a nightmare or something?
"No!" she said with a less garbled-sounding pronunciation.
His hand levitated over her forearm, wondering if he should give her a gentle shake to wake her up.
"No… I wa… wa – nt…" she murmured.
Vegeta's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. "What the hell?" he whispered.
"Gimme the last eggroll. It's mine… Vegeee – ta!" she muttered.
Vegeta laughed. This was kind of amusing. He smirked slyly and brought his mouth close to her ear. "I don't want the Kami-damn eggroll, Kakarrot. You can have it!" he whispered hoarsely.
Goku shifted in her sleep again. Her lips twitched upward a little. It almost looked as if she was smiling. "M'kay… mmm…"
'Maybe now she will shut up and lay still,' Vegeta thought, lying back down with a satisfied smirk.
Goku suddenly woke up with a gasp and her torso jumped up into a sitting position. "It was just a dream!" she announced to no-one in particular.
"Yes, now go back to sleep before I knock you out myself," Vegeta grumbled.
Goku turned toward Vegeta and crossed her arms. "That's not a very nice thing to say."
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Well I'm not nice. I'm especially not nice when I'm sleep deprived because you won't stop smacking and kicking me in my sleep!"
Goku pouted. "You're grumpy!"
Vegeta didn't reply, rolling over so that his back was facing her like a dividing wall.
Goku rolled her eyes at the arrogant Prince. It wasn't her fault she wasn't getting any peaceful sleep! It wasn't her fault Vegeta was invading her dreams and stealing her dream eggrolls! Speaking of eggrolls… *Growl*… Goku glanced down at her stomach and rubbed it with her hand. 'I'm soooo hungry!' she thought.
She checked the time on her alarm clock. It read 2:00 AM. It wasn't exactly the ideal time to be eating a meal. *Growl!* 'But I'm so hungry!'
Goku got out of bed and padded her way down the hall and into the kitchen. With ChiChi around, she'd finally been getting some good meals again. The only problem was that it was 2:00 in the morning and ChiChi would not be happy if her beauty sleep was interrupted because of Goku's stomach.
Goku sat down at the dining table and rested her chin in the palm of her hand. 'What should I eat? What sounds good?' she thought. 'Oh! I know!'
Goku got up and started rummaging through the storage cupboards. She smiled excitedly when she found one of the items she was looking for. She then went to the refrigerator and began to poke around in its freezer section.
"Oh no…" she mumbled somberly. "We don't have any… but I don't want to eat anything else… this sounds soooo good. I'm soooo hungry too."
Goku sat down for a moment and pondered her options. Option A: choose something else to eat. Option B: go back to bed. Option C: go to the store and get what she needs.
Goku tapped her chin in deep thought. 'I don't want to eat anything else… so A is a no-go. I'm too hungry to be able to fall back to sleep… so B won't work. I'm not allowed to leave the lookout so C is no good... wait a minute…'
Goku instant-transmitted herself back into her bedroom. She tiptoed quietly over to Vegeta's side of the bed. "Psssttt… Vegeta…" she whispered, "… are you awake?"
Vegeta's eye twitched in annoyance. "What the hell do you want?" he hissed.
"I know that you're grumpy and all because you're tired, but this is really important!" Goku explained. "I'm really hungry – "
" – you know where the kitchen is!" Vegeta interrupted.
Goku continued: "As I was saying, I'm really hungry, and I have a craving for something that sounds really good, but I don't have all of the ingredients."
"Then eat something else," Vegeta snapped irritatedly.
"But I don't want too!" Goku whined.
Vegeta pulled the covers over his head and grumbled, "Tough shit."
"Can I please just transport myself to a grocery store really quick, please!" she begged.
Vegeta yanked the covers back down and glared at her. "No!"
"Please!"
"No!"
"Please, I'll be really careful!"
"No damn you!"
Goku frowned and tried to ignore her growling stomach. She sauntered over to her side of the bed and laid back down. She pulled the covers up to her nose and sulked quietly. The room had suddenly become silent, too silent. Vegeta began to feel awkward.
"Kakarrot, are you awake?" he asked. It was a stupid question, but he didn't know what else to say.
"Yes," she replied, her voice muffled by the blanket.
"Are you really that hungry?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied meekly.
"Why won't you eat something else then?" he asked, somewhat intrigued.
"Everything else sounds gross right now," she replied earnestly.
Vegeta suddenly sat up. "Fine, I'll get what you want."
Goku imitated his prior actions. "You will?" she asked excitedly.
Vegeta sneered. "Tell me what it is you want before I change my mind."
"Pistachio ice-cream!" Goku replied, hopping up and down eagerly on the bed.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. He got up and out of bed and began to leave the room. "Fine, I'll be back in a few."
While Vegeta was gone, Goku revisited the kitchen. She got out a bowl and some silverware. She removed a jar from the pantry and set it on the dining table. She then commenced in sitting down at the table and tapping her fingers on its wooden surface impatiently.
About fifteen minutes later, Vegeta walked into the kitchen with a tub of pistachio ice-cream and a somewhat annoyed look on his face. "I can't believe I just did that," he announced as he set the ice-cream on the table.
'Why did I just do that?' he thought in puzzlement.
"Yay! Thank you, Vegeta!" Goku chimed. She picked up a spoon and started scooping out a large portion of it into her bowl.
Vegeta interrupted her, "Leave some for me, I kind of like pistachio ice-cream."
Goku glanced back at him with a look of curiosity. "Really, you like it?"
"Yeah, Bulma had me try it once…" Vegeta muttered.
"Oh…" Goku murmured, "I hate pistachio ice-cream."
Vegeta's jaw dropped. "What? Then why the hell did you make me get it?" he shouted.
Goku smiled at him and batted her eyelashes innocently. "I don't know. It just sounded yummy for some weird reason. Maybe I like it now? Besides, I didn't make you get it, Vegeta."
Vegeta just stood still, staring at her with his mouth slightly agape. 'I can't believe that, I, the Prince of all of the Saiyans… just went out of my way at to 2:00 in the morning to get pistachio ice-cream for a third-class who doesn't even like the damn stuff! What has gotten into me? What the hell is wrong with me?'
Vegeta's train of thought was promptly derailed as he noticed Goku doing something slightly disturbing. She was putting pickled relish on top of her ice-cream. She stirred it all around with a spoon. 'No… she won't possibly… eat that poison!' he thought in utter shock.
He watched painfully as she leisurely scooped up a spoonful. As she was raising the toxic concoction up to her mouth, he had half a mind to smack it away, but he was too startled to even move. He watched her lips twitch up into a smile and then to his horror, her lips parted and the spoonful was deposited onto her little pink tongue. He couldn't watch her chew it. It was too disgusting.
"Oh my Kami! This is better than I thought it would be!" she exclaimed excitedly, promptly digging into her food 'Saiyan style'.
When she was finished – which didn't take all that long – she turned around to face Vegeta. She was about to thank him, but she took pause. She poked him on the shoulder. He didn't move. He didn't even blink. He looked almost as if he had been petrified by Medusa.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
She didn't receive an answer. "What's wrong?" She still received no answer. She shrugged her shoulders defeatedly. "Thanks a lot, Vegeta! That was delicious!" She rubbed her stomach. "I think that there's a little Goku in there that likes pickles, and that there's a little Vegeta in there that likes pistachio ice-cream. ChiChi told me when she was pregnant with Gohan that she had cravings for yogurt and olives, and Gohan loves yogurt and olives. Funny, huh?"
Vegeta was still unresponsive. Goku vaguely wondered whether or not he was even listening to her at this point. Goku smiled a little. 'Oh well…' she thought.
She moved closer to him. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered playfully, giving Vegeta a thank-you peck on the cheek.
She was about to leave for their bedroom, but she took pause when she felt Vegeta pull back on her arm. 'Of all the things to break him out of that weird trance…' she thought.
Vegeta pulled her close to him and kissed her firmly on the lips. When their mouths parted, she could hear him muttering. "You taste like… pickles." He had funny look on his face. It looked kind of cute to her.
"Sorry," she replied sheepishly scratching the back of her head. "I'll give you another one tomorrow when it doesn't taste like that."
She was about to pull away, but instead she had the air knocked out of her as he pushed her onto the kitchen table. She didn't have a moment to protest because his lips were suppressing her voice. Vegeta's hand trailed its way up her thigh, and he began to kiss her neck.
"Um… Vegeta… someone might walk in on us…" she whispered.
"Who cares?" he grumbled, unbuttoning her pajama shirt.
"Seriously, Vegeta… the kitchen table… everyone eats on this… if they knew…" she continued undaunted.
"Then they can burn it and get a new one," he replied casually.
Goku held his arms still and glared at him, although, her glare wasn't all that intimidating. Vegeta was finally forced to pause at his handiwork and he made eye contact with Goku. He had a somewhat perturbed look on his face, but a more-so determined one. "Alright, I'll make a deal with you. Next time you want to eat that revolting atrocity of barely-edible food, I promise I will get you whipped cream," he bribed.
Goku withdrew a hand and tapped her index finger on her chin. "I'm listening," she replied with a smirk.
"Wha – what else could you possibly want?" he asked. 'She's totally manipulating me!' he thought in shock.
"I dunno… eggrolls perhaps?" she replied, her smile broadening.
Vegeta grimaced slightly. "Deal, so long as you don't mix it in your ice-cream."
Goku pouted. "Ew! That's gross Vegeta."
Vegeta resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Now, where were we?" he asked, tugging at her underwear playfully.
Goku giggled and slid her hands up his chest. "Too bad we don't have whipped cream right now."
The Following Day:
Goku began to pace around the lookout. She really wanted to train more than anything else, but she couldn't, and so she had absolutely nothing to do. It had been about a week and a half since Gokou left to train with King Kai. She hadn't heard from King Kai in almost a week, so she didn't know how Gokou was doing.
Since Gokou had left to train, Tien had decided to train in the Room of Spirit and Time. He emerged much stronger, but he was not even the slightest bit of a threat toward Cell. Trunks was waiting for Gokou to finish his training, so he hadn't yet used the Room of Spirit and Time. Instead, Krillin and Yamcha had decided to give it a go. They were still in the chamber at the moment. Without Krillin and Yamcha around, the lookout tower was eerily silent.
Bulma had spent a lot of time repairing android 16. She had also disabled his 'mission' to kill Goku, so now he was free to be his true self. Everyone was surprised that his true self happened to be kind and loving. He had a fascination with animals in particular. It was kind of ironic that he was made to kill and yet he was so full of love and respect for life. Goku wasn't surprised to see how well 16 got a long with Gohan. They had become good friends. Gohan always made friends with almost anyone he met. He was such a great kid.
Despite the fact that 16 had been keeping Gohan distracted for the time being. Goku couldn't help but notice something different in Gohan's overall demeanor. She could tell that something was different about him. She watched Gohan and 16 talking and laughing together. 'He's growing up so fast,' she thought.
"Dagnabbit!" Master Roshi exclaimed, breaking Goku's concentration.
Goku turned her attention toward him. He was messing with the antennas on a little television he had brought along with him from Kame House. The screen had turned to static. Apparently, he'd just lost his connection.
She could see Bulma off to the side laughing at Master Roshi's distress. "Serves the old coot right for watching the women's exercise channel all day," she said.
Trunks was near to her. He blushed in embarrassment for his gender. "Yeah," he replied.
Goku smiled. This was nice. Everyone was congregated together, and they were bonding and enjoying themselves. Cell hadn't been causing any trouble for the time being. It was odd. He seemed to have mysteriously disappeared off the face of the Earth. She'd been worrying about it constantly. She knew that this time of peace would be short lived. They weren't prepared for him yet. He could decide that today was the day that he wanted to kill off everyone, and they would surely lose at this point.
She glanced at ChiChi seated nice and comfortably. She was currently sewing a baby's booty. It was light blue. It was for ChiChi's baby no doubt. She'd found out that she was having a boy. She had told Goku that she knew his name already. She said she was going to name their son Goten. ChiChi caught Goku staring at her and she smiled at her and lifted her handiwork proudly. She was almost done.
Goku smiled back feebly. 'What if Goten never gets to wear that? What if Cell gets his way? What if ChiChi and everyone dies?'
Goku felt a hand rest on her shoulder. She turned around to seek out its owner. It was Vegeta. She smiled at him.
He nodded his head toward ChiChi. "Shouldn't you be doing that?" he asked.
Goku frowned and crossed her arms. "Are you crazy? I don't know how to sew!"
Vegeta laughed. "Then what are you good for?" he asked sarcastically.
Goku narrowed her eyes. "In like 5 and a half months you're going to wish you hadn't said that!"
Vegeta was about to make a snarky reply, but he was interrupted by Master Roshi's shout of triumphant joy.
"Ooooh yeah, baby doll! Work it for Roshi!" he shouted at the woman in tight spandex doing stretches on the television screen.
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Think you can get any closer to the screen ya' old perve?"
"Quiet Bulma!" Master Roshi snapped. "You're ruining my concentration!"
There was suddenly a girly shriek coming from the television speaker. Gohan gasped and rushed over to the TV. He pointed at the screen. "You guys… you might want to see this!" he shouted.
Everyone crowded around the TV. The woman on the screen was screaming. A hole was blasted in the floor of the recording room and from beneath the gaping hole, Cell emerged on the screen. He glanced around the set of the room.
"This can't be studio b," Cell muttered, raising his hand and blasting another hole through the ceiling.
In a flash, he was no longer on the screen. The room was thrashed and the terrified woman was still shrieking.
"Wha – what do we do now?" Gohan asked.
Bulma tapped her chin in deep thought. "Try flipping the channels, Gohan. Maybe he's on a different set in the same broadcast building."
"Right!" Gohan replied, flipping through the channels.
He paused on a cooking show. Cell was again on the screen. Like before, there was a terrified woman on the set. She had a knife in her hand; she had been cutting up cucumber. She held it in front of her chest for protection. "Wh – what are you?" she demanded.
Cell casually glanced back at the terrified woman. "Excuse me, could you tell me where studio b is?" he asked with a polite tone of voice.
The woman's eyes widened in shock. She pointed to the ceiling. "The next floor," she said.
"Thank you," he replied.
Bulma grabbed the remote from Gohan. "I think he's trying to get to the global broadcasting studio. He's probably going to end up on Z-TV," she explained hurriedly.
She flipped the channel to Z-TV. There was an anchorman sitting being a desk with a fake smile on his face. For a split second, there was nothing out of the ordinary, but of course, a moment later Cell burst through the floor of the set and he was soon levitating on-screen. He turned to the anchorman and his hand darted out and wrapped itself around the man's neck. The man desperately gasped for breath. His face turned blue out of asphyxiation. His legs kicked back and forth frantically.
"Tell me," began Cell, "is this studio b?"
He loosened his hold on the man and he went crashing to the floor. "You crazy bastard!" he spat.
Cell scowled angrily at the man. He produced a ki blast on his fingertip. "I'm only going to ask this one more time. Is this or is this not studio b?"
"Y – yes, it is!" the anchorman sputtered.
Cell smiled. "Thank you," he said, shooting the ki blast straight through the man's head.
There was a collected sound of shrieking and gasps in the room as the man's dead body made a sickening thump against the floor.
Cell smiled at the camera. "Hello humans. My name is Cell. You may remember me as the monster who was terrorizing Ginger Town, Nicky town… etcetera, etcetera. I have evolved a great deal since then. Before, I was an imperfect creature such as you, but now, I have reached ultimate perfection. I've been thinking, and I've come up with a splendid idea. Listen carefully Earthlings, your lives are about to become much less boring thanks to me."
"You see, when I was imperfect, I was having a lot of fun terrorizing the Earth, but now that I am infinitely stronger, I've come up with a much more entertaining plan for this pathetic planet. The reason I am standing here before you is because I have come to announce that I am going to be holding a special martial arts tournament. It will be called the Cell games, catchy little title, isn't it?" Cell chuckled to himself for a moment.
"Now, the Cell games will be held exactly nine days from today at area S.5, 28 miles northeast from Eastern City. Don't worry; it will be extremely difficult to miss. By then, I will have created an arena on the spot that is an exact replica of the original used in the World's Martial Arts Tournament. People of Earth, bring me your finest fighters and I will beat them all in a contest of strength and agility. I will fight any competitor that shows up. You Earthlings will have the upper hand. I will not rest in-between any of the battles. The rules of the tournament will be the same as that which you're used to in the World's Martial Arts Tournament. If you are knocked out of the ring, you will be disqualified. If you become unconscious, you will be disqualified. If you die… well, that's self explanatory, isn't it?" Cell cackled again.
"I urge you all to take this challenge seriously. This is your last chance, people of Earth. If you are defeated at the tournament, the Earth will belong to me! I hope I haven't frightened any of you. Now that I've given you the approximate location and date of the tournament, you shall only need the courage to show up and play." Cell smirked. "Oh, and I have one last thing to say," he said, holding up his index finger. "I'm sure that this is unnecessary, but to make myself absolutely clear… Son Goku, you are the only person who is obligated to show up to the Cell Games. I do believe that you and I have some unfinished business that must be resolved. If you are not present, there will be consequences."
With that said, Cell lifted up his arm, created a purple ki blast in his palm, and launched it through the wall behind him. It blew a hole in the wall before it even touched it, and every skyscraper in its path was instantly incinerated. Cell waved his hand upon his departure. "I hope you are as excited about this as I am," he called out as he flew out of the building.
It became very apparent now that the brief time of peace was now over…
A/N: This seems like a good spot to end the chapter. I'm very proud of my update timing too :) Now if only I can keep that up somehow… You would not believe how long it took me to find out the coordinates of the Cell games. To Dutch Stories: I've been considering the names for Goku's babies, and I do have two in mind, but I'm not positive I'm going to use them. Also, if any of you can think of some good Saiyan or DBZ-like baby names that would be really helpful :). Thank you all for the reviews for the previous chapter. They were awesome! Hopefully all of you ended up getting the joke… haha. The next chapter will be dealing with Cell game preparation… I was thinking of maybe putting in some Goku/Vegeta time too just because… any takers?
