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.
Cell watched the sunrise on the eighth day before the Cell games absent- mindedly, his magenta eyes glazed over in thought, 'What will I do with the Earth after the Cell games? Destroy it? I'm not sure if Terra will be able to survive in space. . .' Cell mused, 'Govern it? Certainly not. What else is there to do with it though? . . .Perhaps we could go into hiding. . . there would be no one alive that could threaten me. . . us. . .'
Terra was huddled up beside him, breathing slowly in a deep, nightmarish sleep. In her dream it was the day of the Cell games, she was standing at the edge of the. . . the arena was no where in sight. Every thing was out of focus, Terra squinted in her sleep to try and get a better picture. She could see Cell fighting his opponent, a very short opponent? It looked no older than twelve.
'How could someone that young challenge Cell? How is it that Cell isn't beating him? Cell?' Terra's thoughts were interrupted when she saw an image, berley a picture, of Cell being defeated, destroyed, blown up. Terra chocked, this time his death was real, she could feel it.
She turned her head to look at the boy, and almost squeaked in fear when she saw that he was already staring at her, his eyes dark and murderous. Terra felt like a wounded mouse before a cat who'd finished playing with it's prey. The boy walked towards her, the very image of the grim reaper. Terra stood, rooted to the spot, fear causing her muscles to seise up. All she could do was tremble in fear as the last remaining seconds of her life dropped away as though the last few grains of sand in a time glass were dropping through.
The boy came towards her, a ki sphere in his hand, he was. . . smirking? Laughing? Was that sadistic glee she could see in his cold green eyes. . .? Terra's energy flew to her lungs and she let out a shrill scream.
Terra jumped up suddenly, screaming loud enough to wake the dead. Cell almost jumped out of his green exoskeleton when he heard her, the noise resounding in his sharp ears. Cell looked at Terra, "Terra?! Are you alright?" he asked her gently, bending down to see if she was hurt.
"I- I- had a dream. . ." Terra told him shakily.
Cell frowned, "A nightmare?"
Terra nodded, her eyes wide with fear.
Cell smirked, "A simple dream really scared you that much my dear?"
"It was about you. . . and the Cell games," Terra sobbed quietly.
Cell stopped smirking, "What happened?"
"Y-you were killed b-by a child!" whispered Terra.
"A child?" Cell frowned, 'Gohan. . .'
"A-and then. . . he was going to kill me too. . ." Terra whimpered, clutching Cell's arm.
Cell embraced her tightly, "I would never let anyone harm you my dear, you know that."
Terra nodded, a strange yet familiar feeling starting to creep up on her. Cell froze and stood up, scanning the area.
"W-what is it-t?" Terra shivered.
"Reporters," Cell drawled, "Would you mind if I took care of them?"
Terra shook her head, still shivering slightly.
Cell took off.
Terra began to shiver harder, hugging herself tightly. The sun had risen quite a bit, and warmth had flooded the already hot desert, but Terra felt like she was buried under snow. She curled up on the sun-warmed tiles of the arena, her teeth chattering and her china-white face going slightly blue here and there. Her body temperature had dropped to 5º Celsius and was falling rapidly.
'Liquid freezes at 0º. . .' Terra thought, her brain berley working from the cold condition, 'I'll die if that happens. . .'
"C-c-c. . ." Terra tried to call out to Cell, but all that came out was a stuttering whisper, not even Cell would have heard her.
Cell swooped down and landed in front of the reporters, "And who are you?" he drawled dully.
The reporters screamed and took off. Cell smirked, they weren't getting off that easily for interrupting him. He appeared in front of where the two reporters were running, "I'm not hearing an answer. . ." he yawned almost tauntingly.
The reporters could only stare and stutter, trying not to scream. Cell sighed and raised his hand, a ki ball gathering in his palm, "Tree seconds, tell me or die," Cell smirked, "Three. . . two. . . one!"
"We're reporters!" one of them stated in a rush.
"Pardon?" Cell drawled, toying with them, almost.
"We came t-to get pictures!" the other one squeaked.
"And did you get any?" Cell asked them calmly.
The two exchanged nervous glances.
Using his unhuman speed, Cell quickly snatched up the camera and removed the film before either of the two reporters had time to blink. Cell frowned as his magenta eyes scanned the film, able to see the photographs in their not negative colours. There was a close up of him while he was meditating; one of Terra while she was talking to him; Terra screaming and him jolting out of his musings, which looked quite comical actually and a picture of him hugging Terra.
Cell used his ki to instantly destroy the film, the reporters screamed as he advanced on them two ki spheres in his hand, 'Say goodbye humans. . .' he thought, before killing them both.
Terra was unconscious now, her lungs had almost frozen up and too little oxygen was getting to her brain, her entire face had a blue tinge to it now and her body felt as cold as glacier ice. Cell panicked and flew over to her, crouched over her cold and seemingly dead form. Cell looked over her face, it looked like the face that belonged to a dead corpse floating around in the antarctic sea, Cell inwardly shuddered in dread of the very thought of her death.
Cell flared his ki just enough to heat the area around them, Terra's face began to slowly regain colour, as if his ki was melting away the snow that covered a spring country side. Terra inhaled deeply, her breaths coming in raspy gasps. Cell gathered her close to limp body up in his strong arms, cradling her tenderly.
Terra moaned and opened her eyes, "Cell?" she whispered, "What happened. . .?"
Cell shook his head, still smiling softly, "I don't know, it looked like what happed soon after we met. . . but you're okay now, don't worry," he cooed softly.
Terra smiled weakly up at him and giggled, "My hero. . ."
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.
Cell watched the sunrise on the eighth day before the Cell games absent- mindedly, his magenta eyes glazed over in thought, 'What will I do with the Earth after the Cell games? Destroy it? I'm not sure if Terra will be able to survive in space. . .' Cell mused, 'Govern it? Certainly not. What else is there to do with it though? . . .Perhaps we could go into hiding. . . there would be no one alive that could threaten me. . . us. . .'
Terra was huddled up beside him, breathing slowly in a deep, nightmarish sleep. In her dream it was the day of the Cell games, she was standing at the edge of the. . . the arena was no where in sight. Every thing was out of focus, Terra squinted in her sleep to try and get a better picture. She could see Cell fighting his opponent, a very short opponent? It looked no older than twelve.
'How could someone that young challenge Cell? How is it that Cell isn't beating him? Cell?' Terra's thoughts were interrupted when she saw an image, berley a picture, of Cell being defeated, destroyed, blown up. Terra chocked, this time his death was real, she could feel it.
She turned her head to look at the boy, and almost squeaked in fear when she saw that he was already staring at her, his eyes dark and murderous. Terra felt like a wounded mouse before a cat who'd finished playing with it's prey. The boy walked towards her, the very image of the grim reaper. Terra stood, rooted to the spot, fear causing her muscles to seise up. All she could do was tremble in fear as the last remaining seconds of her life dropped away as though the last few grains of sand in a time glass were dropping through.
The boy came towards her, a ki sphere in his hand, he was. . . smirking? Laughing? Was that sadistic glee she could see in his cold green eyes. . .? Terra's energy flew to her lungs and she let out a shrill scream.
Terra jumped up suddenly, screaming loud enough to wake the dead. Cell almost jumped out of his green exoskeleton when he heard her, the noise resounding in his sharp ears. Cell looked at Terra, "Terra?! Are you alright?" he asked her gently, bending down to see if she was hurt.
"I- I- had a dream. . ." Terra told him shakily.
Cell frowned, "A nightmare?"
Terra nodded, her eyes wide with fear.
Cell smirked, "A simple dream really scared you that much my dear?"
"It was about you. . . and the Cell games," Terra sobbed quietly.
Cell stopped smirking, "What happened?"
"Y-you were killed b-by a child!" whispered Terra.
"A child?" Cell frowned, 'Gohan. . .'
"A-and then. . . he was going to kill me too. . ." Terra whimpered, clutching Cell's arm.
Cell embraced her tightly, "I would never let anyone harm you my dear, you know that."
Terra nodded, a strange yet familiar feeling starting to creep up on her. Cell froze and stood up, scanning the area.
"W-what is it-t?" Terra shivered.
"Reporters," Cell drawled, "Would you mind if I took care of them?"
Terra shook her head, still shivering slightly.
Cell took off.
Terra began to shiver harder, hugging herself tightly. The sun had risen quite a bit, and warmth had flooded the already hot desert, but Terra felt like she was buried under snow. She curled up on the sun-warmed tiles of the arena, her teeth chattering and her china-white face going slightly blue here and there. Her body temperature had dropped to 5º Celsius and was falling rapidly.
'Liquid freezes at 0º. . .' Terra thought, her brain berley working from the cold condition, 'I'll die if that happens. . .'
"C-c-c. . ." Terra tried to call out to Cell, but all that came out was a stuttering whisper, not even Cell would have heard her.
Cell swooped down and landed in front of the reporters, "And who are you?" he drawled dully.
The reporters screamed and took off. Cell smirked, they weren't getting off that easily for interrupting him. He appeared in front of where the two reporters were running, "I'm not hearing an answer. . ." he yawned almost tauntingly.
The reporters could only stare and stutter, trying not to scream. Cell sighed and raised his hand, a ki ball gathering in his palm, "Tree seconds, tell me or die," Cell smirked, "Three. . . two. . . one!"
"We're reporters!" one of them stated in a rush.
"Pardon?" Cell drawled, toying with them, almost.
"We came t-to get pictures!" the other one squeaked.
"And did you get any?" Cell asked them calmly.
The two exchanged nervous glances.
Using his unhuman speed, Cell quickly snatched up the camera and removed the film before either of the two reporters had time to blink. Cell frowned as his magenta eyes scanned the film, able to see the photographs in their not negative colours. There was a close up of him while he was meditating; one of Terra while she was talking to him; Terra screaming and him jolting out of his musings, which looked quite comical actually and a picture of him hugging Terra.
Cell used his ki to instantly destroy the film, the reporters screamed as he advanced on them two ki spheres in his hand, 'Say goodbye humans. . .' he thought, before killing them both.
Terra was unconscious now, her lungs had almost frozen up and too little oxygen was getting to her brain, her entire face had a blue tinge to it now and her body felt as cold as glacier ice. Cell panicked and flew over to her, crouched over her cold and seemingly dead form. Cell looked over her face, it looked like the face that belonged to a dead corpse floating around in the antarctic sea, Cell inwardly shuddered in dread of the very thought of her death.
Cell flared his ki just enough to heat the area around them, Terra's face began to slowly regain colour, as if his ki was melting away the snow that covered a spring country side. Terra inhaled deeply, her breaths coming in raspy gasps. Cell gathered her close to limp body up in his strong arms, cradling her tenderly.
Terra moaned and opened her eyes, "Cell?" she whispered, "What happened. . .?"
Cell shook his head, still smiling softly, "I don't know, it looked like what happed soon after we met. . . but you're okay now, don't worry," he cooed softly.
Terra smiled weakly up at him and giggled, "My hero. . ."