Gasping, Gohan quickly and painfully whipped his head around as he remembered where he was. The smell of food hit his nose and he turned to it. He didn't see Cell anywhere, and the food made his stomach rumble… Maybe he poisoned it. No, why would he? It would solve nothing, he wouldn't have his revenge. Gohan knew he wanted it. He couldn't risk being weak when that happened and I think Cell had the same thought. Reluctantly Gohan walked over to the bag near the entrance and saw loads of food, at least enough for one meal. Without hesitating he ate the gross sandwiches and fruits provided. Vegetables came last and he avoided the junk food, that was not the nutrition he needed, as if the rest tasted like they had any to begin with. He felt full the moment he finished the vegetables and realized all the food he had eaten was almost fresh, so Cell must've gotten it recently… Meaning he was around. He stood as he felt an all-too-familiar presence, turning to become face to face with an unexpressive Cell right up close to him. "Cell!" He was shocked back onto his ass, the ground greeting him uncomfortably. "Good, you're awake, brat. I was wondering if you died." The child glared up at him, and the bug scoffed. "Please, don't give me that, at this point I'm your only hope to survive."

"Whatever." Gohan stated as he stood and dusted himself off. The android rolled his eyes furiously, he wanted to just off the brat now. But no, he had waited this long for revenge, it can wait a little longer. The boy whipped himself away from the bug, and walked over to the bed and sat on it, looking at Cell with a blanking gaze. "So, anything on the agenda today? Killing innocents? Absorbing women and children?" He spoke with venom. Seemed like he hadn't really calmed down since yesterday's events, it was understandable given the undetermined circumstances. "Jesus who put a stick up your ass while you slept."

"I don't know, let's ask." Gohan spat pat. Cell was almost impressed, but soon the boy would be eating his attitude. "Tonight when most of hell falls asleep, we spar. I want to see if you are still in tip-top rival shape than when I fought you last." Cell stated before walking out of the cave and flying away, leaving Gohan to sit there and think about all that was happening. He only hoped his family was searching for him. Although, the thought hit him last second, no matter how long he was here, it was only going to be measly hours, days, or weeks, while he was here- for possibly years. The thought sent a chill up his spine. If little over half a year there was three years in hell-

Suddenly Gohan felt his 'breakfast' rise to his throat and he ran to a secluded part of the cave to release the contents.

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It had been hours, and Cell was ready to beat some well deserved revenge into the boy, but as he arrived back to the cave, Gohan was nowhere to be found. "Brat?" He called out. No response, all of a sudden a bad feeling rose to him. He wasn't worried about the boy, he was worried about being punished for harbouring a LIVING BOY. "Brat?!" His cave was huge so he thought; 'maybe he was exploring more into the caverns of his home,' but after a few minutes of trying to search for the energy of his rival and finding nothing he hauled himself through the systems of his home. "GOHAN!" He finally screamed out, knowing the boy would have to respond to his name. "WHAT!" Cell heard the response echo from deeper into the cave, a small light emitting behind multiple twists. They were too small for him and the bug didn't feel like destroying his home for a single child. "The hell are you doing back there?!" He shouted into the small tunnels. "Nunyah!" Cell's face dropped, unamused. "Har har brat! Seriously, what ARE you doing back there?!" Silence rang but it was only minorly overlapped by the hum of an energy orb. "Simply just keeping a pet orb around does nothing." He stated loudly, and after another moment of no responses he was ready to leave and come back another time, probably when the boy became hungry, but a sniffle caught his ears. "Seriously? You're crying? You are going to be here for a while, brat." Cell heard a scoff. "That's not what it's about!" Gohan yelled out. The android rolled his eyes, he was really about to do this… "Then what, pray tell, brat?"

"You said it has been three years… Right?" It sounded like he was holding back a scream. The android inhaled deeply, rubbing his face tiredly. "Yes, it has been. Why exactly is this just coming up now?"

"It's only been eight months there." Cell didn't know where he was going with this. However it only took a moment of processing for him to realise. "You're worried about being here for so long and they won't notice?" Silence broke through everything, even the orb fizzling out, causing darkness to reign fully into the caverns. That was it. "Brat, you are screwed no matter what. You are here because someone most likely wished you here." There was no other way to explain it. "By that term, think about what a full year is-"

"I HAVE AND THAT'S THE PROBLEM!" A bright flash of yellow temporarily blinded Cell, and the power increase was familiar to the living world when he last faced the child. "I calculated everything! Every three months there is a year here! We were just bordering on the ninth month! So not completely accurate but close enough with what I can get!" That meant he was stuck with this brat for four years. Cell slumped against the wall, he truly didn't understand the gravity of time they were dealing with. The brat was unstable still from the fight with him, while he had been seething in rage for three, whole, god damn years. Now both living and dead felt the weight. Four years. That was what he had to enact proper revenge. Unless they find the Namekian Dragon Balls, which could leave him with only one to two years, three if one were to stretch it. "Well then, brat. Might as well get comfortable." He lifted himself up and led himself out of the winding rock system, back into the main lounge. The child would follow closely behind, or maybe not. Hopefully the brat didn't take his only home, and his only shawl, away because of a temper tantrum.

Better to let Gohan cool off before he would go further with his plan.

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Gohan held his knees shakily, sobbing freely once he felt Cell's energy leave, the cave shaking frequently around him. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to spend close to all of his teen life here, not with Cell. Not with any dead bastard who landed in hell. He prayed, prayed hard that someone would hear him and wish him back alive before it was too late.

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Author Log

I had said this was going to be for only the worst of times. In real life I went to hell and back, I lost everything, gained it, and lost it again. I have been spending over half a year fighting every bad thought I had to get better for myself and others but now here I am, back again because this will be the only thing I can properly fuel my anger into.

I went to hell.

I got help.

Still receiving it.

But anger fuels me more through the actions of myself and others.

Understand this is no dedicated project.

My emotions are what fuels this and will forever hold a bane in my heart.

I update when I update.

Do not expect much from me.

Thank you for reading what I have so far.

There could be more, or not.

~ Ship Author