The Pale Beauty and the Green Beast
By Psycho Llama and Sarah Dempster
Disclaimer: Neither of us own DBZ. Sarah Dempster owns Terra.
Notes: The plot and Terra are owned by my good friend Sarah Dempster, who wrote the chapter briefs for me and I've written the actual chapters which you see here before her, all reviews for it will be forwarded to her as well via e-mail.
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Cell had transformed into his second stage just after the Jet-boat had crashed against the side of the island, flinging the only survivor onto the island a good several yards away from where he, in his second form, and the others stood.
Cell turned his head to see Terra's bloody form lying on her side on the ground and hid his surprise and worry for her health well. But what surprised him more than how she got to the island was that the blood seeping out of her many cuts and bruises was the exact same shade of purple as his blood was. Cell ignored the two remaining androids that had flown off and focused his attention on Terra. Cell could hide most of his emotions, apart from anger, but the feeling of sympathy was clearly visible on his face as he paced slowly over to Terra.
Terra lay on her side, purple blood oozing out of her black lips and a large graze across her right cheek, also bleeding. Her hair had a few specs of purple on it, but still shined a brilliant silver colour. Cell also noticed that her entire form was dripping wet, not only with blood but sea water.
Cell was only two or three yards away from Terra, when he felt something hit him, something that burned. Tien's tri-beam hit him squarely in the back and blasted him down into the Earth. Cell powered up his ki and tried to fight the onslaught, but Tien kept pounding him right back with the beam. 'I have to get to Terra. . .' Cell thought desperately as he fought with all his ki, "Stop that!!!" he roared at Tien. Tien ignored him.
Terra had the horrible feeling that she could pinpoint every scratch, bruise and cut on her battered body, she repressed a groan and tried to move her arms to push herself up off the rocky terrain, but the blood loss was too great, she could berley open her eyes. When she did, she immediately regretted it, she saw parts of Cell, maybe an elbow or leg, while the rest of him was immersed in a blinding yellow light which Terra suspected as some sort of ki attack. 'Cell. . .' Terra thought weakly, feeling helpless as she lay, as good as dead on the ground, her dark magenta eyes berley open.
Time seemed to flicker like a candle, sometimes going steadily, other times flickering past at a horrible speed. Terra one moment saw Tien going flat out at Cell. The next, he was lying on the ground. The last thing she remembered was a pair of strong arms gently lifting her up before the island, Cell and the black-haired person that was lifting her up, swirled into darkness.
Terra opened her eyes. She didn't hurt any more. Terra sat straight up, 'Where the heck am I?!' Terra looked down at what she was wearing; a chalk-white silk top with flared cuffs that gave the garment a wise and elegant look, and to match that a long and also elegant silk skirt that swept the ground as she walked, it was also china-white.
The outfit, which matched perfectly with Terra's white skin, not only gave her a ghostly look, but also made her deep magenta eyes, black lips and fingernails stand out more, her silver hair seemed to drape right down to her hips like some sort of veil. Terra didn't care about what she was wearing, or where she was. Remembering what the last thing she saw, her breath caught.
'Cell!' she thought frantically. Terra drew in a deep breath and cried at the top of her lungs, "CELL!!!" her voice laced with slight concern.
The sound seemed to echo through the elaborate look-out. The Z fighters and Dende only had to guess that she was awake. Piccolo and Dende 'volunteered' to go see how Terra was.
Terra was no longer in her room through. She was already searching the look out for Cell, she walked briskly through the many halls and corridors, calling out Cell's name time after time, her voice growing sadder and weaker every time, 'He wouldn't desert me, would he. . .?' she thought sadly.
She turned around a corner and almost screamed when she saw Piccolo and Dende, "And which Halloween party are you two going to be at?!" Terra growled, crossing her arms.
Dende blinked, confused. Piccolo sighed through his nose, "We're Nameks," he told her gruffly.
Terra frowned thoughtfully, "I know. . ." she started oddly.
"How? Two seconds ago you were convinced that we were in costumes," Piccolo muttered.
"That I don't know. Nor do I know why, but I do know that your name is Piccolo!" Terra said, pointing at him and narrowing her eyes, "How did I know that?"
"You're asking me?" Piccolo's frown increased.
Terra pouted, then her magenta eyes flashed, "Where is Cell?!" she demanded suddenly.
"Why are you looking for him?" Dende asked her in a quiet voice.
Terra's cheeks went crimson, "I- ah. . . n-needed to talk to him!" she told them hastily.
Piccolo snorted, "He would probably kill you before you got the chance."
Terra glowered, "He would not!" she yelled at him indignantly.
"And why would that be?" Piccolo questioned her.
Terra blinked, 'Man, he's good at getting the right questions out of people! . . .Damn. . .'
"Does Cell like you?" Dende asked pointedly.
Terra's cheeks went the same shade as her eyes almost, "Well he- I- um. . ." Terra held her ground, "I choose not to answer that question! Hmph!"
From the reactions Terra got from Piccolo and Dende, she decided she might as well have told them that Cell and her were in love, 'Which we are not!'
"Look, Cell is just e very nice person, okay?!" Terra frowned.
"What?" Piccolo asked, obviously aggravated.
"I was travelling through the forest and he took care of me when he found out I was. . . unwell. That's all!!!" Terra added when she saw Piccolo raise his eyebrows.
"How much do you know about Cell?" Piccolo asked her slowly.
"Um. . . is very little a good answer?" Terra asked meekly.
Piccolo sighed angrily through his nose, "He's killed at least two thousand people alone by absorbing them, destroyed most of the islands on this planet, including the residents, and is planing to destroy the world as soon as he absorbs 18."
Terra's eyes bulged, "Wha-?!" she blinked, surprised.
"Exactly, a very nice guy isn't he," Piccolo growled.
Terra's liquid-like magenta eyes flashed, "It doesn't matter what he's done, I still think he's a nice guy and it is impossible for you to change what I think," she spat acidulously.
Piccolo bared his fangs, Terra didn't even flinch, "No one can," she finished, her voice as cold as steel.
Dende rolled his eyes in a 'I'm-outta-here!' way and walked off. Piccolo and Terra stood rooted to the spot, still glaring at each other, a tense silence filled the room.
The silence was broken when Chi-chi entered the room, carrying a large tray of freshly baked chocolate-chip cookies, she glared at Piccolo in a 'leave- her-alone-she-just-woke-up!' way and turned to Terra, "Would you like some cookies?" she smiled warmly up at the girl.
Terra felt her heart skip a beat, she looked down at the cookies with a look of pure terror on her face, the words echoed around in her head, 'Would you like some cookies? Would you like some cookies? Would you like some-' Terra' pupils becoming tiny dots. She stumbled backwards a few steps, panting quietly as her mouth hung open in a silent scream.
She could see them, her 'family' standing around her, offering her cookies, they were all saying the same thing, evilly gleeful looks on their faces. Terra was afraid, horribly afraid, 'The cookies are poisoned. . .' her mind told her. She remembered how she'd bitten into a cookie that her 'family' had given to her, and almost died. How the poison seared through her system like fire through dry straw. She began visibly chocking while Chi-chi and Piccolo looked bewilderedly at her. She remembered something going through her blood stream, destroying the poison cell by cell. . .
Terra ran as if hell were chasing after her, sobbing. She ran straight into the room she had woken up in and slammed the door behind her. Piccolo, Chi- chi and the others decided it was best to leave her alone for the rest of the day until tomorrow morning.
By Psycho Llama and Sarah Dempster
Disclaimer: Neither of us own DBZ. Sarah Dempster owns Terra.
Notes: The plot and Terra are owned by my good friend Sarah Dempster, who wrote the chapter briefs for me and I've written the actual chapters which you see here before her, all reviews for it will be forwarded to her as well via e-mail.
SIGN THE PARTITIAN OR DIE!!! http://www.petitiononline.com/buu/petition.html It's a request to fanfiction.net staff to put a category up for Buu related fan-fics. PLEASE SIGN!!!
Cell had transformed into his second stage just after the Jet-boat had crashed against the side of the island, flinging the only survivor onto the island a good several yards away from where he, in his second form, and the others stood.
Cell turned his head to see Terra's bloody form lying on her side on the ground and hid his surprise and worry for her health well. But what surprised him more than how she got to the island was that the blood seeping out of her many cuts and bruises was the exact same shade of purple as his blood was. Cell ignored the two remaining androids that had flown off and focused his attention on Terra. Cell could hide most of his emotions, apart from anger, but the feeling of sympathy was clearly visible on his face as he paced slowly over to Terra.
Terra lay on her side, purple blood oozing out of her black lips and a large graze across her right cheek, also bleeding. Her hair had a few specs of purple on it, but still shined a brilliant silver colour. Cell also noticed that her entire form was dripping wet, not only with blood but sea water.
Cell was only two or three yards away from Terra, when he felt something hit him, something that burned. Tien's tri-beam hit him squarely in the back and blasted him down into the Earth. Cell powered up his ki and tried to fight the onslaught, but Tien kept pounding him right back with the beam. 'I have to get to Terra. . .' Cell thought desperately as he fought with all his ki, "Stop that!!!" he roared at Tien. Tien ignored him.
Terra had the horrible feeling that she could pinpoint every scratch, bruise and cut on her battered body, she repressed a groan and tried to move her arms to push herself up off the rocky terrain, but the blood loss was too great, she could berley open her eyes. When she did, she immediately regretted it, she saw parts of Cell, maybe an elbow or leg, while the rest of him was immersed in a blinding yellow light which Terra suspected as some sort of ki attack. 'Cell. . .' Terra thought weakly, feeling helpless as she lay, as good as dead on the ground, her dark magenta eyes berley open.
Time seemed to flicker like a candle, sometimes going steadily, other times flickering past at a horrible speed. Terra one moment saw Tien going flat out at Cell. The next, he was lying on the ground. The last thing she remembered was a pair of strong arms gently lifting her up before the island, Cell and the black-haired person that was lifting her up, swirled into darkness.
Terra opened her eyes. She didn't hurt any more. Terra sat straight up, 'Where the heck am I?!' Terra looked down at what she was wearing; a chalk-white silk top with flared cuffs that gave the garment a wise and elegant look, and to match that a long and also elegant silk skirt that swept the ground as she walked, it was also china-white.
The outfit, which matched perfectly with Terra's white skin, not only gave her a ghostly look, but also made her deep magenta eyes, black lips and fingernails stand out more, her silver hair seemed to drape right down to her hips like some sort of veil. Terra didn't care about what she was wearing, or where she was. Remembering what the last thing she saw, her breath caught.
'Cell!' she thought frantically. Terra drew in a deep breath and cried at the top of her lungs, "CELL!!!" her voice laced with slight concern.
The sound seemed to echo through the elaborate look-out. The Z fighters and Dende only had to guess that she was awake. Piccolo and Dende 'volunteered' to go see how Terra was.
Terra was no longer in her room through. She was already searching the look out for Cell, she walked briskly through the many halls and corridors, calling out Cell's name time after time, her voice growing sadder and weaker every time, 'He wouldn't desert me, would he. . .?' she thought sadly.
She turned around a corner and almost screamed when she saw Piccolo and Dende, "And which Halloween party are you two going to be at?!" Terra growled, crossing her arms.
Dende blinked, confused. Piccolo sighed through his nose, "We're Nameks," he told her gruffly.
Terra frowned thoughtfully, "I know. . ." she started oddly.
"How? Two seconds ago you were convinced that we were in costumes," Piccolo muttered.
"That I don't know. Nor do I know why, but I do know that your name is Piccolo!" Terra said, pointing at him and narrowing her eyes, "How did I know that?"
"You're asking me?" Piccolo's frown increased.
Terra pouted, then her magenta eyes flashed, "Where is Cell?!" she demanded suddenly.
"Why are you looking for him?" Dende asked her in a quiet voice.
Terra's cheeks went crimson, "I- ah. . . n-needed to talk to him!" she told them hastily.
Piccolo snorted, "He would probably kill you before you got the chance."
Terra glowered, "He would not!" she yelled at him indignantly.
"And why would that be?" Piccolo questioned her.
Terra blinked, 'Man, he's good at getting the right questions out of people! . . .Damn. . .'
"Does Cell like you?" Dende asked pointedly.
Terra's cheeks went the same shade as her eyes almost, "Well he- I- um. . ." Terra held her ground, "I choose not to answer that question! Hmph!"
From the reactions Terra got from Piccolo and Dende, she decided she might as well have told them that Cell and her were in love, 'Which we are not!'
"Look, Cell is just e very nice person, okay?!" Terra frowned.
"What?" Piccolo asked, obviously aggravated.
"I was travelling through the forest and he took care of me when he found out I was. . . unwell. That's all!!!" Terra added when she saw Piccolo raise his eyebrows.
"How much do you know about Cell?" Piccolo asked her slowly.
"Um. . . is very little a good answer?" Terra asked meekly.
Piccolo sighed angrily through his nose, "He's killed at least two thousand people alone by absorbing them, destroyed most of the islands on this planet, including the residents, and is planing to destroy the world as soon as he absorbs 18."
Terra's eyes bulged, "Wha-?!" she blinked, surprised.
"Exactly, a very nice guy isn't he," Piccolo growled.
Terra's liquid-like magenta eyes flashed, "It doesn't matter what he's done, I still think he's a nice guy and it is impossible for you to change what I think," she spat acidulously.
Piccolo bared his fangs, Terra didn't even flinch, "No one can," she finished, her voice as cold as steel.
Dende rolled his eyes in a 'I'm-outta-here!' way and walked off. Piccolo and Terra stood rooted to the spot, still glaring at each other, a tense silence filled the room.
The silence was broken when Chi-chi entered the room, carrying a large tray of freshly baked chocolate-chip cookies, she glared at Piccolo in a 'leave- her-alone-she-just-woke-up!' way and turned to Terra, "Would you like some cookies?" she smiled warmly up at the girl.
Terra felt her heart skip a beat, she looked down at the cookies with a look of pure terror on her face, the words echoed around in her head, 'Would you like some cookies? Would you like some cookies? Would you like some-' Terra' pupils becoming tiny dots. She stumbled backwards a few steps, panting quietly as her mouth hung open in a silent scream.
She could see them, her 'family' standing around her, offering her cookies, they were all saying the same thing, evilly gleeful looks on their faces. Terra was afraid, horribly afraid, 'The cookies are poisoned. . .' her mind told her. She remembered how she'd bitten into a cookie that her 'family' had given to her, and almost died. How the poison seared through her system like fire through dry straw. She began visibly chocking while Chi-chi and Piccolo looked bewilderedly at her. She remembered something going through her blood stream, destroying the poison cell by cell. . .
Terra ran as if hell were chasing after her, sobbing. She ran straight into the room she had woken up in and slammed the door behind her. Piccolo, Chi- chi and the others decided it was best to leave her alone for the rest of the day until tomorrow morning.