SSJBulma Part 2: Cell games
After (literally) beating my head repeatedly against a wall trying to figure out how to incorporate the Android Saga into the story, I realized I couldn't without having to re-write most of the actual Cell Saga…or what I planned to do with it anyway. So unfortunately, B-chan WILL have to blow off the Android saga. But you will be happy to know there I an explanation for this, as will be told momentarily. And since Sailor Star has quite forgotten the events that took place during the imperfect cell/perfect cell saga, It's not going to be a thing like the original…except for the battle of course. It would be bad if I forgot that. ;) Also, forget what I said in the beginning of the story about Sare being 300 years old…that was way back when I had no clue what I was talking about and had no intention of finishing the story ever. Sare is 30 years old instead. :) Enjoy the story everyone, and the conclusion to SSJBulma! (P.S Now that I reread the chapters, I agree about Vegeta being a bit OOC when he said he loved her…but the damage has been done, I'll have to make him a little nastier to make up for it ^_~)
"No? What do you mean no? You can't tell me what to do, especially not from in the middle of no where!"
"Woman, you will not go to fight the androids. I forbid it."
"Well screw you Vegeta! You can't tell me what to do, Mr. 'I'll leave my wife and newborn son alone for three freaking months so I can blast off to god-knows-where.'"
"Silence woman! I'll have you know that my training is proving to be quite beneficial. I have a feeling you'll be in for quite surprise when I return to earth."
"Whatever Vegeta! I don't care if you're the new Legendary Super Saiyan, I'm going to fight with Goku and the others whether you like it or not!"
"No you won't."
"Oh really? And why not Mr. Smart guy?"
"Because of the brat woman. If I die, which I won't, you can't very leave him lying in a ditch somewhere while the androids kick your ass around."
"Oh. Well I suppose that's true…but I'm going to beat the androids! I know it! And I-"
That was the last time Bulma had talked to Vegeta. He'd simply shut off the ship's comm link and disappeared into the inky black that was space.
"I can't believe him. I NEED to be there. It's my duty to my friends and family."
Angrily, she twirled a lock of her blue hair around her finger and tugged it.
"And besides, what else CAN I do? Just watch? He can't expect me to just sit here for kami knows how long!"
Shaking her head in disgust she began to fiddle with her latest invention, a computer that let her track the movements of the androids. So far two of them were still alive, on an island about a two hundred and fifty miles away from Master Roshi's. But that wasn't right…she'd given Kuririn the box that let him shut down the little bastards almost half an hour ago. He'd flown all the way to her house to get it, after all.
"Why hasn't Kuririn used it yet?" She wondered out loud. It wasn't complicated or anything. Or maybe she was just overestimating her midget friend's intelligence.
The birth of Trunks and her husband's (or 'mate' as he preferred to be called) disappearing act a few months ago had caused a steady rise in some of her more malicious thoughts. She had a sneaky suspicion that whatever entity was in control of her was beginning to show its true colors, not just in her dreams but in real life as well.
With an exaggerated sigh he tossed down her screwdriver and reaching into her desk pulled out a rather tattered looking book…her diary.
"This…girl that's controlling me…I'm pretty sure it's the girl anyway. I know so little about her."
She riffled through her last few pages and quickly skimmed the notes.
"From what I can tell so far she's a girl that's been experimented on for some reason…but why? And why is that guy I always see in my dreams chasing her? I mean, what's really the story with this girl?"
"You shouldn't ask questions you don't really want the answers to, dearie." A voice purred from the back of her mind.
"Oh shutup you." Bulma snapped angrily at the voice. "Don't you have better things to do then annoy me all day?"
"Not really…you ARE my host after all. How could you fall for that arrogant prince? You're weak, girl. A TRUE warrior would see him for what he really is."
"Oh yeah? And what would that be?"
"A parasite. He's just using you know. He needed an heir, and you happen to be a saiyan, by no fault of your own of course. It was a perfect setup. But now you've fallen for it, and this silly fancy of yours I going to put a hitch in my plans."
"Well forgive me if I'm completely screwing with YOUR day, whoever you are. In case you haven't noticed, mine isn't going very well either, and the last things I need is reprimanding from an invisible spirit.
"You know, I do believe that the others might need some help now that Cell has announced his little tournament. I'm sure they'd appreciate some help from a certain Super Saiyan girl…"
"Hm. I doubt they need help. Not with Goku out there anyway. Mr. Bigshot, the 'legendary' Super Saiyan. Ha! For someone so great he should be able to beat his enemies with ease. I bet if I were out there we'd be done with the battle and back home right now."
"Ooooh…do I detect some jealousy from you girl?"
"Yes! No…wait. What was I just saying?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all. I'll let you get back to fiddling with your little toys now. Enjoy, dearie…but if I were you I'd be pretty sad that I'm missing out on that great battle going on right now…"
The voice faded out into silence.
"I hate that girl." Bulma muttered and picking up her screwdriver began to put the finishing touches on her machine.
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"Father, No! Don't let it absorb 18!"
"Silence boy! You don't govern my actions! I'll do as I please!"
He turned to face Cell and smirked.
"Besides…I want a REAL challenge."
Cell chuckled. "As I assure you will get when I find the other android."
"Father, NO!"
Vegeta glared at his son over his shoulder. "Can't you think of something more original to say than father no? Insult me so I at least have an excuse to hit you." (LOL, the way Gohan called his dad Father through the whole third season was my Pet peeve…can't he say dad like normal children?)
Trunks looked slightly taken aback, but quickly recovered.
"DAD, if you let Cell go he'll be too powerful! We'll all be destroyed?"
"I doubt it boy. I AM after all a Super Saiyan. Something as pathetic as Cell won't hurt me."
"You said the same thing about the androids and look what happened then! Dad, being a Super Saiyan means nothing compared to the creatures we're dealing with!"
"How dare you imply that I was wrong about the androids! I could easily have beaten those tin cans, I just wasn't at my best! I could have crushed them under my-"
"FOOL!" Trunks shouted. Abruptly he clapped a hand to his mouth. Oh CRAP. Did I just say that out loud? I hope I didn't. Uh Oh. I think I did. Otherwise why would Tousan be flying at me like that-?
Trunks flew back a few hundred feet as a gloved fist slammed into his face. Why, why did he have to say that out loud?
"Children, such a bother." Cell said as Vegeta flew back from pummeling his son. "I can't stand the little runts myself."
"Whatever. I don't care about your opinion cell. Jut hurry and find the android so I can get back to kicking your ass."
"Oh is that what you think? Well give me a minute to find her and we'll see who beats who-"
Cell stopped and stared, and then began to grin.
"What? What are you looking at?"
Vegeta followed his gaze and realizing what he was looking at, smirked. "So that's where she's been hiding…"
There sat 18 and 16, conversing about something or the other. Off to their left was Kuririn, also talking to them.
Trunks in the meantime had recovered from his father's recent attack and powering up a little flew over his father and cell.
"YOU GUYS LOOK OUT! CELL'S SPOTTED YOU!"
Cell snarled ferociously and flew down toward the helpless androids.
"No! Stop it!" Trunks shouted and went after cell; stopping him halfway and preparing to push him back farther into the sky.
He didn't get to attack however, as Vegeta came up above him and kicked him hard on the top of the head. Trunks shot downward, coming to a screeching halt a few feet from the ground.
"Damn him!" Trunks cursed and flew back up again, ignoring Vegeta and once again going after cell. The same thing happened, over and over again. His dad kept pushing him back, and cell was almost to the androids. He'd had enough.
"I'm stopping that monster father, and I don't care what you say about it!" Trunks snapped and cocking back a fist hit Vegeta squarely in the chest. As the air was knocked out of him, Trunks took the opportunity to kick him in the same spot, sending him over the mountain and into the water below.
18 backed up as Cell approached her, every pre-programmed instinct in her telling her to run. But she wasn't a coward. She'd fight to the death.
"Stop right there! One step closer and I'll self destruct!" She raised a hand to her heart and began to charge a ki blast to end her life.
Cell blinked and looked a little wary. The he started to laugh, continuing his menacing walk.
"Please. By the time you've gathered a blast large enough to kill yourself, I'll have absorbed you. Don't you see 18? This is what you were made for! The last piece in the ultimate jigsaw puzzle! With you my being will be complete, and I shall rule the entire universe!"
"No! Leave me alone you bastard!"
Cell stopped in front of her and chuckled. "Now now, little one. Just stand still. It'll all be over in a moment…"
The tip of his tail converted to a suction cup and he lowered it toward her head.
Trunks shot toward the two determined to stop Cell before it was too late. Unfortunately, he didn't get very far. Vegeta tackled him midair and pinned him against the wall of the mountain.
"Go on cell! Absorb the damn thing and get it over with!"
Cell didn't need any further invitation. While Kuririn and the others watched in horror, Cell lowered the cup over 18's head and absorbed her.
Seconds later, there was a crackle of energy from Cell. Then another. And another. And then the sky exploded into a dark unholy light as the creature known as cell began to transform.
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"Oh sweet Kami…" Bulma said putting a hand to her mouth.
"What…the hell…is THAT?"
The power levels she was picking up were insane. Was that one of the androids? No, it couldn't be. That's why she'd needed the radar, they didn't give off a ki.
"Oh my god…is that the creature? The one that's been absorbing people on T.V? I hope not. There's no way the guys could beat something with a level like that…Vegeta, Trunks, I hope you know what you're doing."
Chibi Trunks, sensing his mother's distress began to fuss and reach out for her. Sighing, she picked up the chubby little baby and rocked him to and fro in her arms.
"Sh, Sh…it's okay Trunks…just relax…mommy's not really upset. She's just a little worried, that's all."
Who was he trying to kid? Now she wanted more then EVER to be out there fighting with the others. But she knew that that could never happen. She had a child to take care of, and she wasn't going to risk leaving him an orphan in this world. But still…what was she supposed to do?
"Hey I know…why don't we go downstairs and see grammy and pappy huh? Yeah, that's a good idea…"
She carried her year old son to the kitchen where her parents were watching the T.V on the fridge. The moment they saw their daughter they could tell she was feeling distressed.
"You poor dear." Her mother sighed, taking Trunks from her arms and walking to get a bottle for him. "The boys went and left you all alone to go fight! I wish we could help, but you do have Trunks here…"
"I know mom, that's EXACTLY the problem. What will he do if I die? I don't want to think that one day years and years from now he'll be dead and when he arrives in heaven he won't know me!"
"Have you talked to Vegeta since he came back from space?"
"No, and I don't want to. He's just going to complicate things…damn him! Damn this baby! Damn my life!"
"Bulma dear, calm down!" Her father said jumping into the conversation. "You know you don't really mean that. Now just get a hold of yourself and think this thing over…it'll all turn out right in the end."
"And how do you know dad? You can't feel what I'm feeling right now! This thing's power...it's insane! They're going to be KILLED dad, if I don't do something!"
"But if this thing is as strong as you say, it sounds like you won't make much of a difference anyway!"
"I know I won't, but it's worth a shot!"
"So you're going to risk your life on a whim, Bulma? Risk leaving you son all alone because you have this crazy need to fight?"
"You just don't get it dad! It's not a whim! I've been getting these cravings…I NEED to fight, not for pleasure but to survive. I need to feel something die in my arms, I have to KILL someone. I need this dad, like I need air!"
"Bulma, have you gone mad? How could you say something like that, it's not like you at all!"
"I know…I…I'm so sorry dad, I don't know what's wrong with me. Please watch Trunks for a while, I really need to think about some things."
"Honey, are you sure you don't want me to help you or something?"
"No dad, I'll be all right, just trust me."
******
"Hn. That whole thing with the kid was a major setback…but I think things might turn out alright after all."
Chuckling, Sare reached into her pocket and pulled out a small slip of paper. Embossed on the top in blood red was the royal family's symbol, and below that was an invitation to a party being held for the strongest female warriors at the Science hall.
"Feh…I should have known back then…what a fool I was."
She traced a finger over a signature at the bottom of the paper.
"King Vegeta…you may be dead, but I have yet to get my revenge for what you've done to me…you owe me a debt, sire, which shall soon be paid by your son. You too Bardock…bastards, both of you…"
Smirking, she returned the paper to her pocket and receded back into the darkness that was beginning to take over Bulma's mind.
"Relax little one. You're just a pawn in this game…let Sare take care of everything."
Sighing contentedly she closed her eyes and rested.
