Yo! Son Goku and friends! Cell Saga (Chapter 6)
Maloja
The prairie was bustling with activity as wildlife ran rampant trying to escape a large burst of flame. Deer, dinosaurs, lions, bears as well as small critters like rabbits looked on from a safe distance as a man with green robes and a purple rope tied around his head casted ancient and powerful spells from his staff. The black instrument had a glossy red orb at it's top and flame as well as frost and lightning shot all around as the man swung and chanted incantations in the fields.
Fwuofff~Gzzzzk! Zzzt! Fwooooooo~ Popp! Gzzzkt!
"Oop-Zaa-Laaaaa~" He recounted, a bursting mix of the elements rampaging in a bombastic explosion.
Zingg!
A potent bubble-like aura wrapped around his frame as he stomped the staff on the ground. The dirt and the grass were not so lucky, turning his surroundings into what looked like a battleground. The man smirked wide at his new devastation. He wiped at the sweat on his brow using his headband-rope accessory. The man was unshaven and messy, he looked like he hadn't showered in a long time.
After being humiliated by that girl in his own town of Natade Village, Maloja had taken to actually practicing his spells. The reason people relied on him in Natade was mostly because they had little alternatives and likewise didn't know any better. Maloja wasn't a threat back then but now, he was a force to be reckoned with. 5 years of practicing in the wilderness sharpened his capabilities for destruction immensely.
"Phew~" He whistled out, mopping up the last of his sweat and looking out into the dusty greens and browns of the wasteland.
He shook his right fist in victory and stomped his staff onto the ground in a flourish, hype of his own accomplishments.
"Time to give that old hag what-for!" Maloja yelled with a throaty might. "Hawh-HAH!"
He stomped his staff on the ground once more and this time a wispy aura enraptured his frame, levitating the man slightly before he was enveloped in full-on flight, blasting back light winds and exiting the premises as the creatures prowling the region looked on in complete disbelief.
Cell
The bug-man and two old scientists sat patiently under the sunlight as it beamed down on the draconian mansion. The partygoers had evacuated and left the three of them to marvel at the orb's majesty.
"Well. There are 7, Cell." Gero stated with a cold disposition.
"You have an entire 6 more to gather, you had better get to it."
"Yes, Doctor."
"Cell."
"Father?"
"Put the, Dragonball, in this."
"What is it?"
"It is a capsule made by, The Capsule Corporation. These small tubes can hold just about anything." The man stated as he handed off the little device.
Cell clicked the top node and sure enough, the capsule had swallowed up the Dragon Ball and sealed tight. Kochin snatched the capsule from Cell's hand quickly.
"You're burning daylight. It will be easier for an organic lifeform like yourself to find things during these hours."
"O-kay."
"We know the next, Dragonball, is south of, West City. We'll accompany you to that one as well to make sure you're functioning as intended but after that…"
The two doctors spared a look at each other before sharpening their gaze on the bug-man.
"You're on your own."
"Yes, Doctor."
"Good."
Cell left the two men in the dust, fluttering his wings and flying high into the air as he checked the Dragon Radar.
Chuick! Bee! Bee! Bee!
"I feel stronger, but I don't feel any better…" Cell said mostly to himself as he glided through the air and contemplated the happenings just moments earlier.
Krillin
"Krillin, come watch this." An officer said with a crooked smile, shaking his head and taking a long sip from a coffee mug. "Wild."
"Just over three hours ago apparently a bug-man terrorised and ransacked martial artist and Tenkaichi Budokai Tournament winner: Giran's, mansion. The now deceased-"
Krillin stood up tall at the statement.
"-tournament winner was killed in his own home as eyewitnesses report that the life was literally sucked out of him. This is what interviewee and personal maid, Sarah, had to say about the situation."
"It was Bleep-ed to all hell." The lavish and pampered-looking redhead with pink shades and a white fur coat spoke close to the microphone. "I thought everything was gonna be fine cause it was Giran who accepted the fight. He's a champion you know." She emphasised by pulling down her glasses and looking into the camera. "Even then, everyone thought Giran was winning until that guy landed a lucky kick."
Krillin got in close which ushered a bit more attention from the other officers in the room.
"ZTV has also been graced with footage from partygoers who were there earlier this evening. Viewer discretion, is advised."
The camera cut from a man and woman in front of a city background to a vertical phone camera display that shook violently as a green bug-man crashed into white tanning chairs on the estate. Girls and dragons alike got out of the way as the man looked around dazed.
"Heyyy~"
"Watch it!"
"Sorry." The bug-man wrapped in what looked like gum replied as he turned his head away from the camera and towards the perturbed other members of the audience.
It stopped and then replayed one more time before the two casters were back on screen.
"Very strange, don't you think, Jane?"
"I'll say, Jimmy." The woman responded in kind. "What do you think that strange substance was?"
"If I recall correctly that is Giran's trademark move from his martial arts background the - Merry-Go-Round-Gum if I'm not mistaken."
"Ah-hem!" The woman cleared her throat authoritatively to get back on topic. "Apart from the brawl that tragically took the life of Giran, we also report that two strange men in lab coats entered the Ex-Tournament winner's mansion and fired off several rounds of ammunition before partnering up with the bug-man. These three are still at large."
"Unfortunately no pictures or video evidence was taken of the two men, but we have confirmation from several eyewitnesses that they were both elderly."
"Well." One of the cops smiled and placed his hand on The Not-So-New Detective's shoulder. "That's all you."
Krillin sat there and stared until the news went to commercial break, a long sigh escaped him before Lapis broke him out of the trance.
"What's good?"
"Hmm?"
"Man, you are out of it."
"Sorry."
"Is that us?" Lapis questioned as he pointed the back of his thumb at the TV screen.
Krillin answered with a determined nod of the head.
Brief
Dr. Brief walked along the hallways, toking on a cig and petting the sleek black fur of a getting-up-there Scratch.
"You know, Scratch. You're getting to be as old as me these days. Not as spry as you used to be."
"Rrrow~"
"Dea'!"
"What is it?"
"Come look!" Mrs. Brief beckoned as she watered the flowers and birds chirped in a cage nearby. She had her left index locked on to the TV set as her husband walked in.
"Heyyy~"
"Watch it!"
"Sorry."
It all cut across in an instant. Dr. Brief recalls the time he spent at West City College.
"What are you doing, bro?" Wheelo called out with a shit-eating grin. "She's right there~"
Brief sighed out loudly and fixed his glasses, pushing Wheelo out of the way as he laughed, taking firm hold of the library door and swinging it open. It was a bit louder than necessary seeing as everyone in the quiet facility turned to him as he entered. Brief coughed a single time and closed the door as he entered. Brief pumped his right fist and took a couple breaths to compose himself as he neared the gorgeous platinum blonde woman with poofy hair. She came straight out of a hairspray commercial with her wild look and Brief couldn't take his eyes off her.
"...This seat taken?"
"I don't see noone theya'."
Brief plopped down his bag on the seat across from her and walked away from the table.
"Hmm?" She hummed, looking over at the blue haired man that just strolled away.
The blue haired student scoured the library for appropriate reading material and came back soon enough with two books. The woman paid him no mind as he sat down, doing her own work on a white sheet. The two sat in silence for a while before:
"Ah-hem~"
"..?"
"..."
She averted her eyes back down to the page and kept reading in silence for a while until:
"What are you working on, if you don't mind me-" Before Brief could even finish asking the girl went on a tirade.
"I'm working on anatomy and biomechanics. My motha' wanted me to be a housewife but my fatha' said 'Listen honey, women are entering the workforce now so I don't want to catch you relyin' on no man to do you' stuff foa' ya'."
Brief blinked briefly.
"And then I said 'Dad but what if I want to just be me?' And then he said 'Why in the world would you ever want to deal with a man telling you what to do?' And then I said:"
Brief chuckled a bit, eyes locked onto her as she forwent her homework and started telling an elaborate story with her hands.
"Wouldn't it not matta' if I loved him?' And then he said 'Love's not real, I don't want no daughta' a mine to grow up living a fairy tail'"
"And then what did you say?"
"Oi'm glad you asked. Because then I said 'Do you not love momma'? And guess what he said?"
"What did he say?" Brief asked as he smiled, letting his chin rest on his knuckles as the pair leaned in close.
"'I like youa' motha' but we're only really stayin' togetha' cause we got you'."
"Get outta here, that's awful."
"I know, talk about a bombshell to drop outta nowhere. I didn't want to have to know that!"
Before they even knew it, the pair where halted by another:
"Ah-Hem!"
"Hmm?"
"Yes?" Brief inquired as he fixed his glasses.
"If you all want to gossip, take it outside where you're not bothering anyone."
So of course.
"And then I said 'I hate you! Why did you have to tell me all that'!?'"
"Wow."
"And then my motha' said: 'Honey, youa' goin' to school, I don't wanna hear no lip'. And I said 'Yes ma'."
"So how's your dad doing?"
"I don't know, prolly still in the dog house, I guess." She said as she crossed her hands over her bookbag and kicked a can.
Twingg!
The pair walked for a while around campus until they got to a courtyard, the woman looked over at Brief and finally gave him a once-over with her eyes.
"What's youa' name?"
"Brief. Well, last name, but I'm looking to become a doctor."
"Wowww~ Fancy."
"Heh~"
"Are you looking to make a lot of money?"
"Something like that." He responded, looking up at the somewhat grey clouds forming in the sky.
"..."
"Yours?"
"My name's Panchy."
"Nice to meet you." Brief presented a pretty manly handshake.
"Ha-Ha!" She giggled. "How forward." She taunted, grabbing hold daintily and barely shaking it.
"..."
"..."
"It's about to rain soon."
"Yeah. It is."
It started to lightly sprinkle and Brief looked over at Panchy as he took off his glasses, wiping them on his hoodie.
"Would you like to go out sometime?"
"Huh..? I guess I would. But you remember what my fatha' said, right?"
"Love's not real?"
"Yeah… I guess I just neva' wanted to try that hard after I heard that."
Kshhhhhhhhhhh~
"Scary, ya' know. Having someone know youa' darkest secrets."
"You don't think it's worth it then?"
"Well I've neva' tried is all."
Panchy stuck out her hand and Brief met it in the middle, cradling it like a precious artifact of storied and ancient mythos.
"Would you like to try with me?"
Brief recalls the next week later.
"Where am I gonna take her?" He asked aloud to the other three in the blown-up basement.
Gero and Wheelo jammed out assignments, working on papers and the like as Kochin stood up against one of the support beams under the staircase.
"You can always just take her to Candy Land."
"What's Candy Land?"
"A nice little theme park high in the sky above West City."
Brief raised a brow at the comment.
"I thought you said you didn't have time for women."
"Not anymore. I did at one time, got crossed, cheated, you name it. No point anymore, especially seeing as I'm going into this field for myself anyway. A partner would just get in the way."
Brief didn't prod any further, just sitting back down on the leather couch as the two others toiled away.
"Candy Land, huh?"
The next day.
Brief took steady breaths as he waited in his pretty okay baby blue roofless landcar.
They didn't exist yet, the skycar was actually the invention to skyrocket Capsule Corporation's roaring success and commercial dominance. Capsules only caught on because the public had an incentive to buy their other products. Brief was always more proud of the Dino Caps though.
The house was nicer than he thought, big lawn, nice statues, a big black gate barring the premises.
"Is she already rich?" Brief thought to himself as he twiddled his thumbs and waited all by his lonesome. "I guess she wants a rich guy to keep up the lifestyle."
Brief recalls what she said to him just over a week ago.
"Are you looking to make a lot of money?"
He is brought back to reality as the stunning girl was already leaning over the car door and staring at him, admittedly with eyes closed.
Brief blinked briefly.
"Hey."
"Hey."
They just stared at each other for a long time until Brief got out, rounded the whole way, and opened the car door for her to which Panchy filed into the passenger's side right away.
"What a gentleman."
Brief just laughed at the comment.
"A real gentleman wouldn't make a lady wait."
"I always thought a gentleman was worth waiting foa'."
There was a bit of tension as Brief sat down in the driver's seat, breathing out a bit and looking up at the sky.
"Oh, poo, it's about to rain again. Where are we gonna go if it's like this?" She commented as she shielded herself from the oncoming annoyance.
"I know a place."
"You betta get there fast cause my hair's gonna get wet."
Brief gunned it, zooming away from the lavish abode and racing down the street as his passenger giggled.
"Are we supposed to be goin' this fast!?" She could barely get out over the loud noise of the engine and the pelting winds. "My hai-aya-ha-ha-ha!" She screamed out in a laughing fit.
"If I have my way, I'm gonna be making cars that go a lot faster than this one."
Ca-Klmm~VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
"Just you wait."
In the coming weeks, a sickening revelation was coming for those at West City College. The type of thing that happens when egos go unchecked. They type of thing that happens when intelligent people let their poor judgement get the better of them. Rota, another student in Kochin's program had presented the same final that he had been working on for months, word for word. It is unknown to this day if Kochin was the sole proprietor of the work, or if he had been the one to steal the project and present it late. I know which one is true of course.
Rota stood high on the podium as the projector played out the first image on his presentation, an exact replica.
"Are you..!?" He quickly lit aflame with an outburst, drawing the attention of the class immediately.
Rota kept going but it wasn't enough as Kochin made sure that it was about him.
"That's my presentation! Down to the minor details! He stole it!"
"Hogwash!" Rota called down, his red snout bobbing up and down once. "I've had it up to here with the discrimination and racism I've endured in West City. I thought this program was going to be more tolerable than that…"
After he pulled out that card, there was no stopping him.
Gero looked on with a bit of skepticism and unease as Kochin refused to let it go. The others in the class gasped at the feuding students.
"I'm not taking anything from this bastard! The next slide should be Red: Industrial Biotechnology and how to increase workflow!"
Rota looked hesitant to move on to the next slide.
"See!? He's stalling! Click it, Rota! If you're not afraid!"
"Kochin!" One of the professors yelled from the sidelines. "I'm not hearing anymore of your outbursts, get the hell out of my classroom. You're a grown man, show some respect." He called out as he manhandled the 30-something, security guards surrounding him as the class looked on.
Later that evening.
"You want to do something for me, Wheelo?"
"What is it?"
"I've got a guy that needs to learn his lesson not to fuck with me. Are you interested?"
"Hell yeah! What are we doing?"
"We're gonna blow up his car."
Now under normal circumstances with reasonable human beings, this is a clear no-no. But these geniuses weren't normal human beings. The reason Kochin would even bring this up to Wheelo is because he knew who Wheelo really was: Not someone wholly disturbed, but someone who just couldn't say no to fireworks, a true Pyromaniac.
Wheelo couldn't even speak, but his eyes did all the talking for him as the words were choked halfway up his throat.
"Excellent."
Soon enough it was all over the news. Senior attendee at West City College, soon to be Doctor Rota was blown up due to a rigged car bombing just two days after a dramatic outburst from another soon to be doctor who claimed his final assignment to be copy and pasted wholesale. All fingers pointed to Kochin, and video evidence pointed to a young kid, not even 18, as cameras from the streetlights caught the adolescent fiddling with the engine the night before the murder. These two men were far too smart to do something so stupid, a bright future in tatters in pursuit of their free will.
BAH-BOOOHHMMM!
Gero and Brief watched on in horror, they were unlucky enough to see it happen in real time as they always arrived on campus early.
"Someone call an ambulance! Someone was in there!" A student cried as they ran far away from the wealth of fire and metal.
Gero and his friend could all but move a muscle, latched on to that sight for the rest of their lives as they saw a body burn to cinders inside the death trap.
Hours later.
Brief motioned Gero to the window of their classroom only to see Wheelo and Kochin put in handcuffs and dragged out to police cars.
"You think..?"
"I knew." Gero answered, shaking his head. "But I didn't want to believe it. This is all my fault."
"Don't say stuff like that, man." Brief comforted, putting his arm around Gero.
Years later, both of them having gotten their doctorates in their respective fields.
"I'm glad it's finally over." Gero stated as he yawned and stretched his limbs out high into the sky.
"What's your next move?"
"Get the hell outta here. I'm moving to North City, I don't really like where West City is going at the moment and it's gonna be cheaper to live there than it is here."
"But what about your androids? If you sell them in West City, the bang for your buck is gonna be way greater. The market's way larger than it's gonna be in North."
"Yeah… but there's just… I don't know… I just need to get away from it all, you feel me?"
Brief nodded his head.
"Good luck, man."
"Thanks."
And that was the last time Brief ever saw or heard from his three best friends at West City College. All bright men, the only one he knew to be alive or at least had hints of, that being the green bug that heavily resembled the sketches Gero had in his notebooks. Brief is brought back to reality.
"Dea'?"
"Hmm?"
"You spaced out on me again."
"I'm… sorry…"
"That's okay. You know I worry about you sometimes, I feel like you space out on me moa' and moa' every day."
Brief just looked to the floor as the program cut to commercial, Scratch scratching at his ear, beckoning for scratches of his own.
"There, there, Scratch."
Cell
"Hello?" Cell asked as he touched down in the middle of a humble homestead.
A woman with a dog raised a brow at the tall humanoid bug hybrid. Cell motioned over with a smile and an accepting body language. The woman maintained her skepticism as she walked over carefully.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Cell. I'm looking for a Dragon Ball." He got out the Dragon Radar and showed the screen to her. "It would appear that it is around here somewhere. Possibly even in one of your..?"
"Homes?"
"Yes!"
"What does a Dragon Ball look like?" She questioned with a bit of sass, putting her hands on her hips as her dog sniffed at Cell's yellow feet.
"Roof!"
"Settle down." She called out.
"Well, uhh… a Dragon Ball is an orange orb with stars on it. The stars are red."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Why I think Jed found one of those Dragon Balls a while back now. It's in his house."
"Ahh, excellent. Thank you very much uhh..?"
"Judith."
"Thank you, Judith." Cell said cheerily as he stepped around the woman and bowed his head respectfully.
The home was picketed with a white fence and rural dirt. Cell walked up the two steps and knocked patiently at the door. Soon enough, a man with a scraggly mullet-afro and beard answered the continuous knocks.
"What do you want?" He questioned gruffly.
"I'm looking for a Dragon Ball. It's an orange ball with stars on it. I've been told by that nice lady over there that you have it."
"She did..?"
"Yes. She said you had it."
"Hold on."
Cell waited with the door closed on his face for a while, whistling a tune as he stood on the porch.
Whum!
"Yeah, I do have something like that. Is this your dragon?"
"Yes it is!" He called out spiritedly, trying to grab the ball.
"Well I ain't givin' it away for free or nothing."
Cell nodded his head towards the ground in acceptance.
"What do you want for it then, sir?"
"We got a couple of varmits out the fields out back. We used to run extra crops over there and now it's all overrun with dinosaurs."
"..?"
"So I need you to get rid of them so we can grow our crops again. Any way you do it is just fine, kill em', whatever, long as they don't come back that's good enough for me."
"Okay sir, I'll do my best."
The man didn't respond, only closing the door in the bug-man's face one last time.
"Aright, that second Dragon Ball is right in my grasp! This shouldn't be hard at all considering the last one." Cell's chipper thoughts were quickly dashed as he flew high above the village and was reminded of the cold killing of a man in his own home that he committed.
Cell tried his best to shake the thoughts as he soared above the many dinosaurs.
"Is that what a dinosaur is? I guess I should have asked what they looked like."
Cell dipped down with his flight path until he grinded along the dirt and landed next to the herd.
Skfffff~
"Excuse me! I'm- Where are you going?"
The Triceratops didn't run away per se but they definitely didn't want to associate with the tall green bug-man.
"Sirs? Huh."
Cell was left to contemplate and walk the fields on his lonesome before he finally came across a humanoid-looking one.
"Pardon me, but-"
"Hello."
"Uhh, hello." Cell greeted, all smiles with a wave of his left hand. "Are you a dinosaur?"
"Hah! What a foolish notion!"
"Sorry..?"
"Dinosaurs are what the humans call us, disgraceful really. Categorisation is what humans strive for in almost all things. We're Triceratops."
"Did you stamp out the extra crops that village in the back had?"
"Yes, that would be us."
"I've been sent by them to get you out of their hair."
"A man like you bends at the knee for humans?"
"Excuse me?"
The Triceratops King gave him a once over, examining the very tall, regal-looking bug-man.
"You seem capable enough to me, I was just wondering why the approval of man matters so much to you."
"It is not approval I seek."
"Hah! Rich! What else would you be seeking then? Was it a trade deal?"
"Yes. I am looking for something called the Dragon Balls. There are 7 in total. I need to gather all 7 to fulfill my life's ambition."
"Ahh, respectable. Purpose. A valuable goal sir."
"Thank you."
"So you aim to rid me and my people of this land?"
"Well not necessarily rid you. I just need to appease the farmer and his rules were just to have you off the land."
"That sounds like you're trying to perform pest control to me." The Triceratops King taunted as he checked his heavy hands.
"I don't want to have to fight if I don't need to sir, but I won't shy away from one either!"
"Look, if you want to scrap I'm all ready for any challenger. I'll honour your request to remove me from these lands if you win against me in a duel!"
"Deal!" Cell agreed loudly as he stuck out his right hand.
"Right on!" The King agreed, meeting Cell in the middle and shaking hands in a flourish.
The two pseudo-humanoids met hands and then backdashed abruptly, a small breeze of wind kicking off the both of them.
Fwuuuuu~
Cell VS King Triceratops
Objective: Win the duel to obtain the Dragon Ball!
"I'm just dying to see what you got!"
"I've never lost a fight I'll have you know!" Cell proclaimed as they skittered around the outside of each other's range, both gauging the distance. "How did that other guy punch..?" Cell thought to himself as he ran through the motions.
Wsht-Fwof-Woosh!
Cell tried his best to think on the fly as the dino-man ran rampant towards his location. He stuck to his guns, evading until he had a solid idea. Other Triceratops filed in from the back and blocked off the only ground exit of the corn-stalk arena.
"Of course."
Overhand punches.
The King came in close, stopped on a dime, and stuck his arms out wide, wrestling style. Cell took the bait clean, lining up a committal overhand left. It missed like clockwork as The King sidled just out of range and tossed him over the top with an arm drag. Cell landed a bit dazed and pursued with another overhand but was cut off at the pass with a belly to belly suplex. He held on tight and slammed Cell into the earth, cracking the patchy dirt and dust.
"Uofff~" Cell groaned out. "That hurt…"
Interestingly, The Triceratops King backed up and allowed Cell to get up on his own, not pursuing any kind of advantage while his foe was down.
Turururu~
Cell fluttered his black bug wings a few times as he stood up and cracked his back.
"Ouch." He got out through grit teeth as The King took on his low footballer stance once again.
"That all you got?" He taunted, pointing his three horns at Cell.
"I was just getting started." Cell taunted back with a grin.
Fwsh!
The King dashed in deep, dipping low to the ground with his stance as Cell held the line, bouncing on the balls of his feet. The Triceratops caught the midsection under Cell's black pectorals with his shoulders and hands, heaving and throwing the bug-man on his back.
WHOMPP!
Cell was dumbfounded at what to do as The King locked his ankles tight between his armpits. The Triceratops surrounding the venue started stomping their feet with fervor as Cell went for a ride, spinning round and round until The King let go and tossed Cell skyward. The King launched from the ground, kicking up dirt and dust and meeting Cell in the middle, dropping an elbow from above.
WHAMM! Krunkle!
Cell bounced off the ground and rolled with starry eyes as The King crash-landed and stampeded at him once more.
"Okay… think…" Cell thought to himself as the dinosaur cracked the earth with his charge.
The elbow drop, the spin, the arm drag, and the belly to belly. Cell didn't know the nomenclature but it didn't matter, with the perfect cells from Saiyans, Namekians, and Earthlings., Cell could instantaneously memorise any attack that made contact with his being.
The King whiffed big time with a right hand only to be arm-dragged himself, dumbfounded as he rolled off the earth and kicked up dust as he stood.
"He knows?" The King asked mostly to himself with a goofy smile before charging right back in again.
Cell charged forward this time to change it up but The King had something waiting for him, sticking out his right arm to clothesline and stepping out to the left at the very last moment. The bug-man came into contact with the armoured arm of the dino-man and went for a ride as he tailspun and hit the ground hard. Cell kipped up quick and turned around. The King went for another lariat on the turnaround but no dice, Cell dipped under, kicked off the dirt harshly and attempted a heavy haymaker at the back of the head.
DONKK!
"Oww!" Cell yelped as he grasped onto his hand, veiny and purple from blood and pressure.
The King just turned around and laughed.
"You're serious? Hah! Hah! Hah!"
The Triceratops lining the entrance and exit laughed and stomped their heavy feet on the ground in a cacophony.
"You really just tried to punch a Triceratops in the head? You're either way too wild or way too stupid."
"I see." Cell said to himself as he examined the dinosaur-man. "Most of his body is like armour. That's why he uses attacks like that, if he were to practice with his kin, he probably couldn't strike head on, he has to slam them or use their momentum against them in some way..."
The King came in close but backed off again. Cell mimicked the man's form, stepping forward and keeping his arms flared out in a wide formation.
"Are you trying to copy me?"
"Uhh~"
Cell blinked a few times in thought before The King just went for it, charging with the force of god behind him, shoulder checking Cell hard.
WHOKK!
"Uff~"
Cell hit the dirt but his wings flapped wildly like an insect's, bringing him off the ground in no time at all. The King came back around with a chopping right hand but it only amounted to another arm drag from his opponent, this time from the air. The King tumbled wildly before crashing into the ground and cracking up the earth. Cell shot out of the air like a bullet to pressure but his foe stopped him dead in his tracks by pushing right at the armpits with a forceful two hands. Cell stalled before turning over from the push, as his legs winded into the air, The King caught them, wrapping them over his head, jumping way into the sky and then plummeting down with the force of a thousand suns into a debilitating power bomb.
Fsst! WHOOFF~ Fyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~ Buh-BOKKKK! Crackkkkle~
Cell's eyes widened at the maneuver and his back spasmed unhealthily as The Triceratops King backed away, arm high in the sky as his minions stomped their feet in glory. The ground was shaking in intense fervor and celebration as Cell couldn't do anything but crawl around.
"What the..?" He groaned as purple blood trickled out of his nose.
The Triceratops King is unconcerned with earthly things, he could have easily dethroned Demon King Piccolo or won the World Martial Arts Tournament if he chose to but it never came to him nor challenged his lifestyle.
"Had enough?"
DOMTOMTOMMDOMTOMTOMTOMDOMMTOMMTOMTOM~
Cell could barely hear his foe over the racket and his own pain, struggling to both stand and comprehend.
"What..?"
"Will you continue?"
Cell brought up his hands and wiped at his nose.
"~Yhess."
"Alright then, your loss."
WHAPP!
"OOOOOOO~" The dinos winced as their King landed a brutal knife edge chop of the chest of Cell.
SMACKK! WHAPP! SLAPP!
Before he could come through with the 5th Cell came in close, slamming The King into the earth with his own belly to belly suplex.
WHOKK!
"Not bad." The King smiled before jamming a sharp angled elbow to the face of his enemy.
WHAMM!
"How am I gonna beat this guy?" Cell thought to himself as he fell onto the ground and bled purple ooze into the cracks of the earth.
The King cracked his thick neck on both sides and looked down with an intimidating glare, his piercing yellow eyes shining even as he eclipsed the sun standing over his target. Cell scrambled to his feet, wings fluttering like mad.
Flutututututu~ Wsh!
Cell dodged a wicked shoulder barge to the outside and above, hovering over his adversary.
Zzz~Zzz~Flutt~Zzt!
His wings went ballistic, buzzing hard like a bee as he thought.
"Get down here!" The King screamed as he leaped like a hero, trying to lock Cell down with a chokeslam.
Woosh!
A swing and a miss as Cell weaved it just barely with his aerial advantage.
"Ahh~ I'm thinking too linearly." Cell thought out loud. "I'm thinking about trying to take away his advantages instead of playing into mine!"
Unlike The Z Fighters, or well anyone without wings for that matter; Flying takes Ki to use. Cell is one of the lucky ones in that he doesn't need to waste any energy trying to move himself along in the air, freeing up space for beams, Ki Blasts, or Ki Sourcing.
"Yes. You heard me correctly. Ki Sourcing. Unlike most creatures on this planet, Cell was cultivated with a perfect genetic lineup of genes that had already been exposed to ki usage."
Like I said before, someone cannot use Ki Sensing to detect life forms that do not possess ki, those are separate skills. Likewise, the first time someone uses ki, their body changes permanently. Cell was conceived using the best Cells from already active ki users. This kind of happenstance only occurs in God of Destruction or Right of The Strong level beings. The Cold Throne is so strong because those whose seeds are sown are strong, passing on the most potent ki possible. Strong breeds strong.
WHOMPPLE~
The King returned to the earth with a thud and stood there for a moment until his bleeding foe came crashing through, barely missing him by a hair as he ducked down. Cell made contact with the dirt and darted off as fast as could be with another haymaker. Cell did hit him hard but The King didn't really go anywhere, mostly accomplishing hurting himself in the process.
"That's right." He lamented out loud. "I can't hit him hard enough through the shell."
WHOKK!
The King didn't let up, smacking him one square in the jaw as he talked to himself in range 0.
"But what am I gonna do?" Cell mused as The King wailed on him, blood and bruises starting to pile up as he was flung to the exit.
"Get back in there!" The crowd roared as they got on two legs and forced their heavy hooves on Cell's wings.
The bug-man stumbled forward forcefully, right into The King's arms as he grappled Cell's head and slammed him into the dirt with a headlock takedown. Cell didn't gasp or squirm too much, just kind of putting pressure on the hold while deep in thought.
"This guy is too tough. I don't have a way to break through… Unless I can produce enough power to break through his armour I have no idea what I'm~" His thoughts were broken up as The King tightened the hold and cut off his extra breathing room. "Kuu~" He gasped just before The King elbowed his black solar plexus, forcing a huge cough and convulsion from Cell.
The King let the hold go as Cell laid limp on the ground, spitting out saliva and blood all the same. The ruler of the Triceratops motioned to the crowd, much to their dinosauric applause.
DOMDOMDOMDOMMM~
The ground bumped and jumped, amping up The King as he shot into the air like a rocket. The King stayed airborne for a long time, winding up a stalling delayed elbow drop from the aether. Cell turned over and looked skyward, reaching for anything left he had in his consciousness.
FOOSHHH!
The wind clapped and bellowed outwards as he jumped off it and soared towards the Earth with a deafening finishing maneuver.
"There's only one option I have left if I want to win." Cell thought to himself. "I just have to give it everything I've got..!"
Cell set the trap by laying motionless on the ground.
Cell is not a normal mortal, he doesn't need to have practiced ki techniques beforehand to conjure them. Already, Cell could almost perfectly Ki Source, something that none of The Z Fighters could do at this point. Perfect Ki Sourcing is a god-level feat, Cell is something else.
At the very last moment, the point of no return, Cell kipped up with his wings, charging an ethereal purple glow as he shot up and sent his left leg high into the sky, smashing it right against The King's forehead. The King stalled out for a long time, the shock reverberating and jiving the dino-man out like a puppet whose strings had been shook before he fell to the ground with a thud.
"HUUU~" The crowd gasped with great disbelief.
Cell fell to one knee from the maneuver, blood oozing out from several places as his bug-like armour had been cracked all around. The King coughed up a lung as he turned over and squirmed on the ground.
"Damn~ Nice hit. Eh~Heghh!" He groaned and moaned with more mucusy rattles. "You win, damn."
Cell stood up tall, cracking his neck and wiping at the blood all around his frame.
"You really roughed me up there." Cell said as he fell onto his ass and breathed out a heavy sigh. "Whew~"
"LIkewise." The King answered as he sat up himself, opposite Cell in his posture.
"So..?"
"Yeah~ I'll leave this place. Maybe I'm a little rough-and-tumble but we Triceratops are beings of honour. If we say we'll do something, you can bet your money we'll follow through."
Cell smiled wide at the prospect as his ex-combatant looked high into the clouds.
"Don't know where I'm gonna go next though."
"There are some nice mountain ranges all the way over in North City. That's where I was born."
"Really?"
"Yeah, lot of open space in the top of the terrain if you'd want to try and make it there."
"Maybe we will." The King said as he looked high into the sky.
Soon enough a sharp rattling noise broke the silence and the Triceratops broke formation as two men in lab coats walked into the flattened-crop clearing.
"Cell."
"Yes, Father?"
"Father..?" The King made sure to keep to himself as he eyed the old humans.
"Did you get the, Dragonball?"
"No, not yet, but I will soon. I agreed to-"
"So you don't have it."
"No, but it's-"
"Where is it?"
"Doctor, let me explain-"
"We didn't make you so that you could relay your plans to us."
"Of course, my apologies."
"Cell!"
"Yes, Father?" Cell got up and took a submissive kneel at the beltline of the man in the black hat.
"He's this strong and he's just a slave to these guys?" The King thought out loud. "Are these guys more powerful than they look or what..?"
"Why have you not absorbed this creature?"
"Well he's an honourable duelist. I finished my fight with him and so there's no-"
"What did I just say, Cell?"
There was a long pause as The King stood up and let out a heavy breath. Cell turned around slowly and met The King's eye line with a lacklustre intent about him. The King nodded his head.
"I see. It's not Your life's ambition then."
"..."
"I would say that I'm disgusted by people like you, but that's not true. I respect those who wish to follow a leader. What I am disgusted by is people who follow prophets they don't even seem to respect themselves."
"That's not true. I respect Father and Doctor Kochin greatly."
"Doesn't seem that way to me."
"Sorry."
"And absorb? What the hell does that mean? Are you gonna kill me?"
"..."
The King put up his dukes but it was to no avail.
Cell can passively regenerate, during both fights, he took the majority of blows but was still able to keep standing due to this fact. That little rest period they had beforehand made the difference much more stark in the damage they had both taken.
It was all over in one fell swoop, The King was on the ground in a broken heap, looking up at his foe-turned-friend-turned-foe.
"If you're not the strongest there is, what's the point?" The King asked as Cell stuck him with his long stinger appendage, draining the life out of the previously clay coloured dino-man until he was just a pile of dust and three gold bangles, nothing more.
"Good. Remember Cell, it is Survival of the Fittest."
Cell looked down at the three bangles in mourning, picking up the items with a great care and deliberation.
"Right, Survival of the Fittest."