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am poor with nothing you would like.(did anyone just notice I misspelled
borrowing as boring? I didn't til now!!)
A/N: My apologies for this taking so long to write, I was super busy and on top of this had no idea what to write! I apologize to Saxplayr88 personaly because he wrote me twice asking for it to be updated. Sorry, but this is hard to write. Now on with the show!
Chapter 4- Molded Into Image
I flew towards Piccolo's ki in the distance. I flipped the present situation over in my head. And it kept falling back to that girl with jet black hair pulled back into pigtails...
I stopped overhead at the same city I just left. I could sense Piccolo down below, what is he doing in the city? Piccolo never visits the city. And his ki was different somehow... he seemed a bit agitated and darted his eyes about as if he was looking for something.
I saw a ki blast fly past him, he blocked it with ease. Cell! Yes, there he was, flying towards Piccolo from a pile of rubble. Cell attacked him with a flury of kicks and punches. Piccolo blocked everyone. Then Piccolo lept back and thrusted his arm at him. It lengthened and flew past Cell. Cell came at him, but Piccolo had grabbed a metal beam with his lengthened arm and used it to bash Cell against the head.
I blinked a bit surprised, my heart was racing. I suppose I remember how much more powerful Cell was than Piccolo, and now here was Piccolo, as strong as Cell, and winning! I suddenly felt a strong urge to help Piccolo but resisted. I knew how Piccolo felt about honor, and mostly about interfering with his training or fights.
I watched proudly as Piccolo continued to dominate with his supperb technique. He was so polished, must've been training religiously. I spotted Cell hiding a ka-me-ha-me-ha wave behind his back and firing it at him as Piccolo came in for a jab, I sucked in deep not sure if Piccolo saw this. Piccolo blocked it with his left hand and continued with the jab, which Cell blocked as well. I exhaled relieved... and held my breath once again when I realized where the fight had led- Capsule Corp.
I remembered how many homeless there had been. Would if a child or someone...? My mind began to race. Why wasn't Piccolo leading Cell away from the city? No. Gloria isn't right. She isn't right. She isn't right. No. I considered interrupting the fight then threw it out. Piccolo would be offended. And just look at him. He is in complete control. My first master, the first to train me. Yes, he knows what he is doing.
I watched as Piccolo round house kicked him in the head and countered with a left, a right, then another left. Cell grunted as he backed up covering his head with his arms. Piccolo eased up as he lept back and stood erect, staring Cell down with a smirk. In complete control, Piccolo is doing great. Just look at him. How could Gloria question his honor?
Cell lowered his arms and said something. I couldn't hear them so I dropped onto a nearby roof. I crawled forward and hid behind the ledge. I could hear them now, Cell was laughing!! I furrowed my brows in confusion, was he mad? Then I saw Cell look to his right. I followed his eyes... to see a small child crouched behind a rock. Cell held out his arm and threw a ki blast at her.
I tensed up about to leap out at it, when I saw a quick flicker of light. The blast hit the bolder smashing it into pieces. It echoed through the city like a firecracker. I blinked and heard a sob. I looked to see the child hanging in Piccolo's arms, and Piccolo in the same spot.
I heard Cell growl deeply as he began darting his eyes to his left.
"Hmph. Not having any fun Cell? This is my city, all of them are. My planet." Piccolo growled.
Cell just laughed. "Wrong namek. This WAS your city, all of them WAS."
Cell began laughing ,but stopped when Piccolo joined in. "Just like you're about to be WAS."
Cell frowned deeply, but smirked. Before I couldn't blink a bright light filled my eyes. I screamed as I shielded my eyes. Tien's Solar Flare. Damn it! Sometimes I wish he didn't invent that. My eyes burned deeply like fire, then slowly faded to a blur. I looked down to see Piccolo rubbing his eyes as well, and Cell gone...
But still, joy filled me to a breaking point. Piccolo is good! Gloria was wrong! I couldn't contain myself any longer. I couldn't wait to throw my arms around Piccolo no matter how much he hated it.
I lept down the building top laughing and ran up to Piccolo. He spun around surprised and went into a fighting stanze. I ignored him continueing to run towards him but stopped when he let out a threatening growl.
Then I remembered, he didn't know me. I wasn't born. A deep pain hit me, but then I remembered my father, and it left me.
I smiled. "Hi. My name's Gohan... I ummm, saw you fight. You were good, NO! You were great!"
Piccolo shifted from his stanze, stared at me and grunted. "You're in luck. I'm in a good mood. Beat it kid. Go home to your mother."
Another stabbing pain hit me. My mother... "I'd like to train with you if it's okay." I said still smiling. "I'm a really fast learner. I swear it!" Imagine, training with Piccolo again like the first time... a second chance.
Piccolo growled. "What do I look like kid? A babysitter? I said beat it!"
"But..." I muttered stunned. I heard a choked sob and darted my eyes to the child. Then I smiled knowing how to soften Piccolo a bit. "I'm sure her mother's worried. She'll be glad to see how you helped her-"
My smile faded when I heard a sick, twisted laugh escape Piccolo's mouth. It seemed in slow motion, as Piccolo threw the child to his side, and let out a small ki blast aimed at the child. It hit her, straight through. A high-pitched, blood-curdling shriek pierced the air. As her body twisted and plopped onto the ground. She laid there, bleeding. Blood spilling freely onto the ground wrapping around her as if she is an island. And Piccolo just laughed.
"My city, my people, to kill as I wish. My planet." Piccolo said simply, as if the words were nothing. As if killing was nothing. "Now beat it kid, before I change my mind."
I watched him speachless as he turned swiftly, his cape billowing in the stillness of the air. I watched as he walked from the street about to take flight, then I found what I wanted to say, had to say... "Who molded you..."
Piccolo halted glancing over his shoulder. "I control my life kid, don't you EVER forget that." Then he shot into the air like a canyon. And I watched again as I had before, until I saw him no longer.
I control my life kid, don't you ever forget that...I control my life...I control life...control...
I looked towards Capsule Corp. and pictured Bulma holding Trunks rocking to and fro, to and fro... before I realized it my feet had taken me into Capsule Corp. I walked down the stairs and into the room. And there was Bulma has I remembered her. Except she was asleep, holding Trunks who was sound asleep.
She wore tear stained cheeks, and her face was deathly pale. I could swear I still heard Vejita's name in the air, and then I realized she was whispering it in her sleep. It made me wonder if Vejita ever knew how much... how much she loved him. I touched her face and stroked it. She was hot, deathly hot. A fever maybe. And Trunks was pale too.
I sucked in deep. She can't stay here. I scooped her up in my arms and began towards the door.
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I landed right back at the pond down next to the eager Videl. She ran towards me at once, and then slowed at the sight of the woman and child. She narrowed her eyes at once, and i read them.
"NO! No... they're friends, nothing more!" I said quickly blushing deep.
She smirked. "You're blushing. Ooooohh!"
My blush became worse as I set them down. Motioning I began speaking.
"They're sick. I umm need you to care for them while I-"
"I am not a maid!" Videl snapped at once. "You think you can just abandon me and I'll-"
She stopped as she saw the desperate look in my eye.
"They're really sick, Videl. I don't think they have long... I'm sorry. I will make it up to you I promise."
I locked my eyes with her and looked into them deeply to convey my message, she nodded in agreement.
We then laid them both out flat, side-by-side. I set up the baby bag which I placed the formula in before leaving along with supplies. And I built a fire and stored up wood. We then got a bucket and rags and placed them onto their foreheads.
Bulma moaned deeply as Trunks pouted, they were both so weak...
"Yes, a lot of people in the city came down with this. My neighbors died from it, I mean, the ones Cell didn't get..." Videl told me while we set up camp"... It is wide spread."
Then I thought about it. Would if my mother...
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I landed a short distance away from the camp seething with a new rage.
"GLORIA!!!" I shouted over the field.
I felt her presence and spun around. I looked into her innocent face and immediately felt a new rage surge forward.
"Yes Gohan?" She asked simply, plainly.
"I want to go home!" I demanded.
"I am simply a handmaid, it is not within my power to-"
"DAMN IT!! I don't want that bull shit! I want to go home!! NOW!"
Gloria looked into my eyes. "And what do you think it will take?"
Shock entered my face for a moment. Then I said sternly. "To kill Cell. To hurt him. Bad."
"And that will make this go away? What you feel?" She asked plainly, and I nodded. "So be it. Here is the Cell you know from your existence. Do to him as you wish."
She waved her hand and instantly the Cell I knew appeared. The one I killed in my existence. I saw him and was stunned, but the rage soon changed that.
I was upon him at once in a flury of punches. He blocked them at first, but soon I was moving at the speed of my mind and I consumed him. I saw nothing but the color of blood, my father's blood.... I ripped him, jumped back and slashed him with my ka-me-ha-me-ha wave, then blast after blast after blast. I saw it rip through, spilling his blood, ...like the child's blood... and I lashed out again, a kick, a punch, kick, punch, punch, punch, it coarsed pleasure through me, seared pain, and then I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"He's dead." the whisper sounded distant, but it slowly hit me.
I stared at Cell's body, it was below me, bloody, like an island in a sea of blood, and his face was distorted in anguish, water seemed to be pouring on him from me. Must be sweat, yes, I'm covered in sweat. Then I blinked and whiped my face. I was crying... I lowered my hand and smelt it. Blood. A sharp coppery scent. It felt warm. I stared at it. At my hand. It was drenched in his blood. It caked the crevices of my hand staining it... with Cell's blood... and then I looked at Cell, at his mangled body wrenched in an odd sickly position, and I sobbed... I fell onto his mangled body and sobbed, convulsed in tears...
A/N: So hard to write, but hope you enjoyed it. So, what will happen to sick Bulma and Trunks? Can they be saved? And what about Chi Chi? And can Gohan change Piccolo? And his new world? And can he kill the Cell in this time like he did the one in his (the Cell he just killed is the one Gloria brought to this time from time when Gohan was born, it isn't one in Gohan's non-existence)? And can he protect Videl? Find out!
A/N: My apologies for this taking so long to write, I was super busy and on top of this had no idea what to write! I apologize to Saxplayr88 personaly because he wrote me twice asking for it to be updated. Sorry, but this is hard to write. Now on with the show!
Chapter 4- Molded Into Image
I flew towards Piccolo's ki in the distance. I flipped the present situation over in my head. And it kept falling back to that girl with jet black hair pulled back into pigtails...
I stopped overhead at the same city I just left. I could sense Piccolo down below, what is he doing in the city? Piccolo never visits the city. And his ki was different somehow... he seemed a bit agitated and darted his eyes about as if he was looking for something.
I saw a ki blast fly past him, he blocked it with ease. Cell! Yes, there he was, flying towards Piccolo from a pile of rubble. Cell attacked him with a flury of kicks and punches. Piccolo blocked everyone. Then Piccolo lept back and thrusted his arm at him. It lengthened and flew past Cell. Cell came at him, but Piccolo had grabbed a metal beam with his lengthened arm and used it to bash Cell against the head.
I blinked a bit surprised, my heart was racing. I suppose I remember how much more powerful Cell was than Piccolo, and now here was Piccolo, as strong as Cell, and winning! I suddenly felt a strong urge to help Piccolo but resisted. I knew how Piccolo felt about honor, and mostly about interfering with his training or fights.
I watched proudly as Piccolo continued to dominate with his supperb technique. He was so polished, must've been training religiously. I spotted Cell hiding a ka-me-ha-me-ha wave behind his back and firing it at him as Piccolo came in for a jab, I sucked in deep not sure if Piccolo saw this. Piccolo blocked it with his left hand and continued with the jab, which Cell blocked as well. I exhaled relieved... and held my breath once again when I realized where the fight had led- Capsule Corp.
I remembered how many homeless there had been. Would if a child or someone...? My mind began to race. Why wasn't Piccolo leading Cell away from the city? No. Gloria isn't right. She isn't right. She isn't right. No. I considered interrupting the fight then threw it out. Piccolo would be offended. And just look at him. He is in complete control. My first master, the first to train me. Yes, he knows what he is doing.
I watched as Piccolo round house kicked him in the head and countered with a left, a right, then another left. Cell grunted as he backed up covering his head with his arms. Piccolo eased up as he lept back and stood erect, staring Cell down with a smirk. In complete control, Piccolo is doing great. Just look at him. How could Gloria question his honor?
Cell lowered his arms and said something. I couldn't hear them so I dropped onto a nearby roof. I crawled forward and hid behind the ledge. I could hear them now, Cell was laughing!! I furrowed my brows in confusion, was he mad? Then I saw Cell look to his right. I followed his eyes... to see a small child crouched behind a rock. Cell held out his arm and threw a ki blast at her.
I tensed up about to leap out at it, when I saw a quick flicker of light. The blast hit the bolder smashing it into pieces. It echoed through the city like a firecracker. I blinked and heard a sob. I looked to see the child hanging in Piccolo's arms, and Piccolo in the same spot.
I heard Cell growl deeply as he began darting his eyes to his left.
"Hmph. Not having any fun Cell? This is my city, all of them are. My planet." Piccolo growled.
Cell just laughed. "Wrong namek. This WAS your city, all of them WAS."
Cell began laughing ,but stopped when Piccolo joined in. "Just like you're about to be WAS."
Cell frowned deeply, but smirked. Before I couldn't blink a bright light filled my eyes. I screamed as I shielded my eyes. Tien's Solar Flare. Damn it! Sometimes I wish he didn't invent that. My eyes burned deeply like fire, then slowly faded to a blur. I looked down to see Piccolo rubbing his eyes as well, and Cell gone...
But still, joy filled me to a breaking point. Piccolo is good! Gloria was wrong! I couldn't contain myself any longer. I couldn't wait to throw my arms around Piccolo no matter how much he hated it.
I lept down the building top laughing and ran up to Piccolo. He spun around surprised and went into a fighting stanze. I ignored him continueing to run towards him but stopped when he let out a threatening growl.
Then I remembered, he didn't know me. I wasn't born. A deep pain hit me, but then I remembered my father, and it left me.
I smiled. "Hi. My name's Gohan... I ummm, saw you fight. You were good, NO! You were great!"
Piccolo shifted from his stanze, stared at me and grunted. "You're in luck. I'm in a good mood. Beat it kid. Go home to your mother."
Another stabbing pain hit me. My mother... "I'd like to train with you if it's okay." I said still smiling. "I'm a really fast learner. I swear it!" Imagine, training with Piccolo again like the first time... a second chance.
Piccolo growled. "What do I look like kid? A babysitter? I said beat it!"
"But..." I muttered stunned. I heard a choked sob and darted my eyes to the child. Then I smiled knowing how to soften Piccolo a bit. "I'm sure her mother's worried. She'll be glad to see how you helped her-"
My smile faded when I heard a sick, twisted laugh escape Piccolo's mouth. It seemed in slow motion, as Piccolo threw the child to his side, and let out a small ki blast aimed at the child. It hit her, straight through. A high-pitched, blood-curdling shriek pierced the air. As her body twisted and plopped onto the ground. She laid there, bleeding. Blood spilling freely onto the ground wrapping around her as if she is an island. And Piccolo just laughed.
"My city, my people, to kill as I wish. My planet." Piccolo said simply, as if the words were nothing. As if killing was nothing. "Now beat it kid, before I change my mind."
I watched him speachless as he turned swiftly, his cape billowing in the stillness of the air. I watched as he walked from the street about to take flight, then I found what I wanted to say, had to say... "Who molded you..."
Piccolo halted glancing over his shoulder. "I control my life kid, don't you EVER forget that." Then he shot into the air like a canyon. And I watched again as I had before, until I saw him no longer.
I control my life kid, don't you ever forget that...I control my life...I control life...control...
I looked towards Capsule Corp. and pictured Bulma holding Trunks rocking to and fro, to and fro... before I realized it my feet had taken me into Capsule Corp. I walked down the stairs and into the room. And there was Bulma has I remembered her. Except she was asleep, holding Trunks who was sound asleep.
She wore tear stained cheeks, and her face was deathly pale. I could swear I still heard Vejita's name in the air, and then I realized she was whispering it in her sleep. It made me wonder if Vejita ever knew how much... how much she loved him. I touched her face and stroked it. She was hot, deathly hot. A fever maybe. And Trunks was pale too.
I sucked in deep. She can't stay here. I scooped her up in my arms and began towards the door.
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I landed right back at the pond down next to the eager Videl. She ran towards me at once, and then slowed at the sight of the woman and child. She narrowed her eyes at once, and i read them.
"NO! No... they're friends, nothing more!" I said quickly blushing deep.
She smirked. "You're blushing. Ooooohh!"
My blush became worse as I set them down. Motioning I began speaking.
"They're sick. I umm need you to care for them while I-"
"I am not a maid!" Videl snapped at once. "You think you can just abandon me and I'll-"
She stopped as she saw the desperate look in my eye.
"They're really sick, Videl. I don't think they have long... I'm sorry. I will make it up to you I promise."
I locked my eyes with her and looked into them deeply to convey my message, she nodded in agreement.
We then laid them both out flat, side-by-side. I set up the baby bag which I placed the formula in before leaving along with supplies. And I built a fire and stored up wood. We then got a bucket and rags and placed them onto their foreheads.
Bulma moaned deeply as Trunks pouted, they were both so weak...
"Yes, a lot of people in the city came down with this. My neighbors died from it, I mean, the ones Cell didn't get..." Videl told me while we set up camp"... It is wide spread."
Then I thought about it. Would if my mother...
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I landed a short distance away from the camp seething with a new rage.
"GLORIA!!!" I shouted over the field.
I felt her presence and spun around. I looked into her innocent face and immediately felt a new rage surge forward.
"Yes Gohan?" She asked simply, plainly.
"I want to go home!" I demanded.
"I am simply a handmaid, it is not within my power to-"
"DAMN IT!! I don't want that bull shit! I want to go home!! NOW!"
Gloria looked into my eyes. "And what do you think it will take?"
Shock entered my face for a moment. Then I said sternly. "To kill Cell. To hurt him. Bad."
"And that will make this go away? What you feel?" She asked plainly, and I nodded. "So be it. Here is the Cell you know from your existence. Do to him as you wish."
She waved her hand and instantly the Cell I knew appeared. The one I killed in my existence. I saw him and was stunned, but the rage soon changed that.
I was upon him at once in a flury of punches. He blocked them at first, but soon I was moving at the speed of my mind and I consumed him. I saw nothing but the color of blood, my father's blood.... I ripped him, jumped back and slashed him with my ka-me-ha-me-ha wave, then blast after blast after blast. I saw it rip through, spilling his blood, ...like the child's blood... and I lashed out again, a kick, a punch, kick, punch, punch, punch, it coarsed pleasure through me, seared pain, and then I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"He's dead." the whisper sounded distant, but it slowly hit me.
I stared at Cell's body, it was below me, bloody, like an island in a sea of blood, and his face was distorted in anguish, water seemed to be pouring on him from me. Must be sweat, yes, I'm covered in sweat. Then I blinked and whiped my face. I was crying... I lowered my hand and smelt it. Blood. A sharp coppery scent. It felt warm. I stared at it. At my hand. It was drenched in his blood. It caked the crevices of my hand staining it... with Cell's blood... and then I looked at Cell, at his mangled body wrenched in an odd sickly position, and I sobbed... I fell onto his mangled body and sobbed, convulsed in tears...
A/N: So hard to write, but hope you enjoyed it. So, what will happen to sick Bulma and Trunks? Can they be saved? And what about Chi Chi? And can Gohan change Piccolo? And his new world? And can he kill the Cell in this time like he did the one in his (the Cell he just killed is the one Gloria brought to this time from time when Gohan was born, it isn't one in Gohan's non-existence)? And can he protect Videl? Find out!