((Author's notes: Greetings! Well here's chapter 19 obviously, this is the run up to the Cell games, and was pretty fun to write. 20 is in the bag, 21 is started, and all in all everything is progressing. Classes have started back up, but I'm hoping to start getting chapters out a little quicker.

Hope you enjoy this one, As always comments, reviews, critiques are always welcome. And make sure to check out my story, "A solitary Angel." Which is an origin story of sorts for Angel.

Thanks, Beepx22))

Chapter 19

Udon smiled deeply at the sight in front of him. "Bea, this is beautiful! This is the void made tangible."

Bea shook his head to try and clear the mental overload. "My senses are reeling. This isn't natural." Bea tested his footing, "Gravity reminds me of home though, Planet Vegeta that is."

"Gravity is higher than usual for my world, but not unreasonable. Bea would you mind standing perfectly still?"

Bea raised an eyebrow at the request but then nodded. "Of course, Master Udon."

Udon disappeared into nothing.

When he reappeared he was instantly toppled by driving wind and ice. He fought to his knees then looked around while taking his feet.

He saw nothing but jagged walls of ice.

He sensed for Bea and upon finding him he disappeared again.

This time he reappeared into a wave of blistering heat. The ice accumulated onto his uniform quickly turned to water and steam.

He repeated this process many times. Each trip into the void releasing him into a completely different environment. Higher gravity, no gravity, negative gravity, tropical heat and desert ice storms.

At last he returned to Bea.

"This is most satisfying. I thank you for inviting me." Udon said softly.

Bea bowed his head slightly, "No need to thank me."

Udon smiled at his student, "Very well then."

He then punched Bea in his chest, the saiyan popped from existence. "Lesson twenty-eight."

"Damnit!" Bea screamed in both shock and surprise. Involuntarily breaking through the barrier was surprisingly painful. Bea felt as if his stamina was instantly cut in half.

To make matters worse, with no ki reference, he had no idea where he was, or how fast he had been pushed.

He forced himself to be calm. He pulled himself up into a sitting lotus position, taught to him by the earthlings, and took deep breathes in through his mouth, releasing them through his nose after holding them for ten seconds.

Breathing in a world with no atmosphere. Mind over matter. 'Maybe this is lesson thirty', he thought to himself. 'How long can one remain in nothingness?'

He felt his heart rate slow as he relaxed.

Then Udon kicked him hard in the side of the neck. Bea turned to attack but Udon was gone again. Bea spun some more and fired a ki blast. Udon appeared and swatted it away. He was gone before the blast had finished turning. Then he was suddenly back in the time chamber, before this registered he was back in the void, face to face with his own ki blast.

The impact rocked him, but he quickly regained his senses. He clenched his fist and screamed. His aura erupted from him in a brilliant white flare.

White? This was a problem. He felt a ripple in existence, he turned and grabbed his master's collar. With nearly no conscious thought Bea propelled Udon back into normal space. He followed hot on his master's heels.

They entered into a dense atmosphere swirling with razor edged shards of ice. As soon as he was in normal space Bea's aura flared gold and he instantly and involuntarily transformed into a super saiyan.

Udon's eyes went wide as he noticed this and he held up a hand to curtail the current fight.

"Bea… did you try to transform in the void?"

Bea crossed his arms"Yeah. And it didn't work. I energized, went through the physical and mental steps, and all I got was a white aura and a small burst of energy." He stroked his beard thoughtfully, That is odd, isn't it?"

Udon nodded.

"I know I can transmit while transformed. I guess it's no big loss." He looked up. "Shall we continue?"

But his master was already gone.

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And so, it continued for nearly a year of their time. Training continued daily, Bea's technique improved greatly, as did his strength and stamina. Udon also became vastly more powerful.

On their second to last day they ate dinner, Bea noticed that Udon was strangely quiet.

"Everything okay, Master Udon?"

"No, Bea. Truthfully, I'm at a moment on indecision." He looked at his student mournfully.

Bea remained silent.

"You've reached the level of a Motonon master. The only thing keeping you from this title is the last lesson in Motonoka, what my people call the 'Roshati' the fatal superposition." Udon glanced down, then back up at Bea. "You've noticed my people are peaceful, we don't have many warriors."

"I have indeed." Bea said quietly.

"When my people reach this level, it is common for two of them to face off for the title of master. There's no other way to reach this level. The two combatants fight in mortal combat. But to gain the title the finishing move must be the Roshati." He took a deep breath. "During this move, one of the two will die."

"And now, you're not sure if we should attempt it?" Bea asked.

"There is an inherent danger." He sighed. "Bea, if we do this, when I tell you to not move, I need you to listen. You can't resist, no matter the pain, no matter what instinct tells you. If you do, then this will be the end of you." He looked at his student.

"Let's do it. I'm not sure I need the title, but I feel this technique will be invaluable eventually." He hopped to his feet.

Udon and he went away from the doorway, and both took up a fighting position.

"Go." Udon said.

There was a blur of motion, as both of them entered and exited the void and reality. A flurry of kicks and punches erupted, and if seen by any of Bea's team, it would have appeared as though dozens of attacks happened at once.

Each of them blocked attacks and countered, both scored solid hits. Then something happened that shocked Bea's entire being.

"Don't. Move." Udon said sternly.

Bea froze. A scream rose in his throat but he held it in, for now. His eyes involuntarily jerked down to see both of Master Udon's arms inside his body. His master looked like a specter, Bea could clearly see the doorway through his Master. His heart felt contracted, and his lower spine felt like there something blocking the feeling to his leg. He felt as if though he was and wasn't actually in existence.

Bea began to do something that he rarely did. He began to panic.

At the same time Udon began to proceed with the Roshati.

Bea's vision swam, he saw both the time chamber, and the void. Both scenes strobed back and forth, between his left and right eyes. Udon pulled his hands apart slightly.

Bea screamed. He was existing in two places at once. His hair flared gold in the time chamber, and remained it's reddish color in the void. Nothing that he had ever experienced could prepare him for this His knowledge of science told him this was impossible.

Udon looked at him carefully. "If I open my arms any further, the quantum waveform will collapse. Part of you will be left in reality, the rest will become one with the void." Udon released his grasp, and Bea collapsed in a heap. Udon bent to pick up his student.

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The door opened. Everyone felt one strong power level, and one that was nearly gone. Udon stepped out, his slight form cradled Bea effortlessly. He sat his student down.

"He has become a master. Now he needs medical attention."

Krillin rushed forward with a senzu bean, which he set between Bea's teeth. Then he forced the saiyan to chew. There was a surge of power and Bea's eyes opened wide, he was surprised to not be staring deep into the abyss that very few had ever seen. He leapt to his feet and screamed. His eyes blank, his power overflowing. He went super saiyan without any of his own accord, the power washing over him.

Then he blinked. His eyes and hair went back to normal, and he looked around. He saw his master, and then Bea stared at his own shaking hands.

"That kind of power is terrifying to have." He said to no one. Then he collapsed.

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The next day there was a group breakfast at the capsule corp building. Everyone was fed royally, and when finished, they were told about the SMG vessel and the plan to evacuate them.

Everything went rather smoothly until Chi-Chi was informed that Gohan wasn't on the passenger list.

"Absolutely not!" She cried into Goku's startled face. "It's one thing if he can't leave, but if he can be safe…". More tears erupted out.

"But, Chi-Chi…" Goku began, but was instantly cut off.

"Don't you 'but Chi-Chi' me, Goku. If you insist on going out and getting killed every time some bad guy shows up, that's, well that's just how it is. But Gohan is my baby! I don't want him to die!"

"I'm not going to die, mom. We trained hard, Dad can beat Cell, I just know it."

More crying. "You just want to leave me all alone!"

Angel walked up to her, and smacked Chi-Chi hard across the face. Once she faced forward again she poked a finger into Chi-Chi's sternum.

"There's an entire world at stake here! We need every fighter we have, and your son is one of the most powerful ones we have."

Chi-Chi's face turned beet red with rage.

Angel's head snapped hard to the left.

Chi-Chi recovered from the snap kick and settled into a low wide stance with her arms up and hands loose. A menacing aura exuded from her.

Angel turned back, touching her thumb to her lip. She pulled it away and looked at it, surprised to see a spot of blood. Angel glowered at the human female. She threw a haymaker.

Chi-Chi took a small step and twist, wrapping her fingers around Angel's gloved hand. She turned with the direction of the punch and deftly cocked her hips. Angel tumbled over Chi-Chi's back and landed with a thud. She rolled to her feet.

Everyone else stood with their jaws wide open, most of all Goku.

Angel stepped into Chi-Chi and threw a short fast jab. Another twist, then a swift kick out and Angel hit the ground again.

Her eyes narrowed, Bea recognized that look. Angel had just become serious. She'd keep her cool enough to not kill the human, but this might become a serious fight. They both charged and drew back to throw punches.

Gohan appeared between them and caught both punches.

He looked at his mother. "Mom, I'm staying. I have to. I don't want to be a warrior. But to follow the path of a scholar, there has to be a world to learn from." He turned to Angel, "I appreciate what you're trying to do, but if you hit my mother again, you'll have to deal with me." He released both women then turned and walked away.

The stared at each other for a couple of moments, then both visibly relaxed. Chi-Chi started to cry, and Angel enveloped her into a hard hug. "He's right you know. He needs this, We need him, but we'll do everything in our power to keep your son safe." Angel said into her ear. Chi-Chi slumped in defeat.

The excitement over, everyone prepared to depart.

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They had all gathered to say their goodbyes, now together they stood and watched as the ship became lost amongst the stars. Tomorrow was the day of the Games. Everyone that had assembled seemed a bit more at ease knowing that at the least their families would survive.

Goku broke the silence, giving that goofy grin, and rubbing the back of his head as he was apt to do. "So, who else is actually kinda excited about tomorrow?"

In truth they all were.

In small groups they each went their separate ways, knowing that the last easy day was yesterday.

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A steady wind whipped through the grasslands, the blades of prairie grass bowing into rolling green waves. There was movement atop a nearby cliff. It seemed as though the Earth's media were insistent on covering this story.

A white tiled stage with spires raising from all four corners stood in the center of this. Cell stood, arms crossed, and awaited the beginning of His Games.

Three white lights appeared on the horizon and quickly grew into people. The news crews shouted at the sight of flying people.

They landed, one bald, noseless, and short, dressed in an orange gi. One with a scarred face and wild black hair, also in orange, and the third bald, with a third eye, dressed in green pants and a white shirt.

From another direction three more people flew in. The cameras swung towards them.

They landed together. Two men and a woman, all dressed in grey jumpsuits with gold and crimson armor. One of the males was tall and wide, with waist length reddish hair, and long beard that was a slightly different reddish orange. The other was shorter and thinner with shoulder length black hair, he had a sword slung in a scabbard across his back. The female's hair was also black, but wildly spiked. She was curvy, but clearly strong. As a unit they crossed their arms, and wrapped their tails around their waists.

Tails? This caused another flurry of excitement among the reporters.

It was soon forgotten though as another group landed. They appeared to be together, but not. One short, with jet black hair that spiked back towards his neck, and formed a vicious looking widow's peak. The other with shoulder length lavender color haired, he also carried a sword. Both were dress similarly to the three with tails, but colored in blue, amber, and white.

A single figure also landed nearby. Tall, Green, muscled, dressed in a purple outfit topped with a white cape and turban. One of the reporters recognized him as Piccolo. He ordered a close up. A moment later the offending camera exploded.

Through all of this Cell stood motionless, but now he moved his head a millimeter, a ghost of a grin appeared.

From above two figures dropped down in front of the assembled fighters.

Both had golden energy flowing from them, teal eyes and golden hair. The older of the pair was dressed in the same Orange gi as the first to arrive. The younger was dressed identically to the green man.

A red haired giant in green armor approached the assembled group and a short conversation occurred between him and the older golden hair man.

Then all the cameras swung towards a black limousine. An entourage emerged, at the center of which stood a heavily muscled man, with an Afro, and a sweeping fu Manchu mustache. He wore a crimson gi, with a white cape, and large faced belt.

He stepped forward, flexed his arms, and the people with the reporters went crazy.

"Heeeeeeeey!" The man yelled.

"Didcha y'all tune in to see Cell get walloped? Are you ready for The Champ to teach him a lesson about menacing the Earth." He slapped an open palm to his ear, forming a cup around it. "I can't hear you!" He turned slightly to play at the cameras. "You ready to see The Champ crush Cell?"

He pointed to Cell, "Hey, you, are you ready to die?"

Cell's lip smirked a fraction of a millimeter.

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Bea and Vegeta both looked disgusted. "I should kill that pompous ass right now." They said in unison.

Goku on the other other hand was excited. "Who's that?" He asked.

Krillin looked over at him. "That's Mr. Satan. He's the World Tournament Champion."

"He must be really strong then!" Goku said.

"He must be really annoying." Replied Pikada.

"He wants to go first? I was hoping to go first." Goku frowned.

"I think you should let him go first, Goku." Answered Krillin.

Bea, Vegeta, Angel, Trunks, and Pikada all nodded sharply. "So do I."

Gohan chuckled at the chorus.

Goku just shrugged.

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"You know what, on second thought…"Mr. Satan gestured at Cell again, "I'll let my students go first. Just to the show the world what kind of blowhard phony you are!"

Around the world people watching in the television cheered at his machismo and unrelenting bravery

The Z fighters stood looking somewhere between bewildered and bemused.

Mr. Satan stood aside with his agent as one of his students strode through the crowd, muscled, with flowing blonde hair, dressed head to toe in white spandex.

"First up is my student Caroni." Announced Mr. Satan. His scantly dressed agent began giving a description to the reporter. Caroni walked with confidence. He held a bouquet of roses, as bright a red as any seen before. He stepped onto the stage, held the roses to his nose, then threw them into the air. With a leap he through a series of kicks, chops, and punches. He landed gently and moments later was engulfed by a shower of rose petals.

He said a few things to Cell, who seemed to ignore him completely, the man then launched himself into the air.

Cell's eyes tracked him, while the Z fighters generally agreed it was a good vertical leap for a non ki using human.

Then Cell's Power level increased slightly. A wave of energy rushed from him and collided with Caroni at the the apex of his jump. He was launched further skyward. He flailed his arms and screamed, soon fading from sight. A minute later he slammed into the ring, broken and bloody.

Mr. Satan's entourage looked stunned, along with the reporter. A couple of lackeys rushed to clear Caroni from the stage as the next student walked forward.

Satan took ahold of his emotions. "P-parlor tricks, Jimmy." He said to the reporter there. "Now Piroshki here, he's my star heavy weight. He'll really pummel Cell into dust."

He was a giant of a man, easily close to eight feet tall. He wore a black wrestling leotard, and a heavy mask and helmet. He got to the stage and removed his headgear. He began to talk to Cell. Once finished he crushed his helmet, and swallowed it. He then rushed Cell.

Cell didn't even blink.

Piroshki flattened against what appeared to be thin air, still two yards from Cell. He continued pushing.

Cell expanded his energy a bit, and the large man flew away, crashing into the side of the cliff. Everyone with Mr. Satan stared after him.

The reporter turned back to the cameraman. "Jimmy Firecracker here folks, and as you see Mr. Satan's star pupils have both been disqualified, but not to fear, The Champ is about to go on. Isn't that right, Mr. Satan?"

"Uhhh." Mr. Satan slowly turned back to look at the camera. "Ohh. Ohhh! Haha! That's right Jimmy. These guys are good but they're just my students. I'm the champ for a reason and Cell gets to learn that reason right now!" He shrugged off his cape, swallowed to try and get rid of his suddenly dry mouth, then hopped onto the stage.

Back by the assembled fighters the Saiyans all looked on eagerly.

"This is going to be fun." Quipped Pikada.

"I sure hope so." Replied Bea.

In the meanwhile, Mr. Satan had had his lackeys set up a stack of tiles on the stage. With a chop he split the stack down the middle, only the bottom tile remaining.

"Is that supposed to be impressive?" Asked Krillin.

Gohan stifled a laugh.

Back on the stage Satan was talking to Cell again. He then approached the monster. "Howdcha like that Cell. You see those tiles? Well that's what I'm going to do to you! Smash you all over this stage!"

He went into a stance, then struck out with a kick.

Cell seemed to not notice.

Then The Champ hit with another series of punches and kicks.

Cell still stood resolute.

"Alright. Now it's time for my signature move!" Said Mr. Satan. He rushed Cell, throwing his right arm back for a punch.

Cell's arm chopped out, and Mr. Satan went airborne. He slammed into a mountainside and then fell to the ground.

Bea and Pikada burst out in laughter, Vegeta and Krillin grinned. Goku looked confused. And Angel shook her head, and the rest just stared.

Goku shrugged and then rolled his shoulders and walked towards the stage. "Guess I'm next."

Cell turned towards him, "Starting off with your strongest. Bold move, Stupid, but bold. Well then Goku, let's get started." He smiled. "You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this."

Dust exploded from the stage as the two enemies collided.