The Pale Beauty and the Green Beast
By Psycho Llama and Sarah Dempster
Disclaimer: Neither of us own DBZ. Sarah Dempster owns Terra.
Note: Wagga wagga!
Cell stared at Terra through the bars of his cell, he inwardly sighed, 'Why did she have to come down here, she could have gone to Heaven and been happy. . . It's all my fault. . .'
Terra sat alone in 'her corner' of the jail cell, her head resting against the cold, stone wall and her silvery hair hiding her face from view like some kind of vale. She shivered and hugged herself closer, she could feel the symptoms of the cold attack hitting her again. Her mind seemed to drift between conscious and unconsciousness, she tried to focus her mind, not wanting to sink into the coma-like sleep she had to endure every time the coldness struck. Was it possible to fall asleep after you've died? Surely the dead don't sleep, as they wouldn't need it. What if she did fall asleep? Would she ever wake up again? Or would she remain a sleeping corpse for all eternity, never being able to wake?
Terra focused the small amount of conscious energy she had and turned to look at Cell, her usually fiery, mystic magenta eyes now dull and hollow. All emotion swept away from her pale face. She caught Cell's eyes with hers and for a moment they just seemed to stare at each other. Terra began to feel faint, 'I need to tell him, he could get help. . . I'm too tired to talk, I don't want to. I still have to try though. . .' Terra mouthed something at Cell, her facial muscles straining into an expression of desperation, she mouthed something at him, her vocal cords had shut down a while ago.
Cell looked wildly over at Terra's wilting form, the slight blue tinge to her china-white face gave it away, "The coldness. . ." Cell whispered to himself, his eyes growing wide, "Terra. . . TERRA!!!" Cell thundered as Terra fainted, her body sinking to the ground in a soft, berley audible 'thud'. Cell got to his feet and began blasting at the bars, trying in vain to try and reach Terra, the only one that cared about him and the only one he cared about too.
The two ogres peered in the stone-arch 'doorway' to the H.F.I.L prison, "Hey!" one of them barked, "What's all the racket about?! I can't concentrate with this racket!"
The Ginue force were all watching Cell with a mild interest, a few of them placing a bet on wether or not he would get through the bars. Cell continued to pound at the bars, snarling at their stubborn resistance. Frieza looked at Cell, and then at Terra, then at Cell, then at Terra. His head did a few more turns before his brain kicked in, 'Either there is something wrong with the girl and Cell wants to help, or there is a bathroom hidden around here somewhere. . . dear Kami I hope so, I'm not holding it in for all eternity!' his mind sank back to thoughts about him and his needs, thinking and or caring about others was a concept that was as hard for him to grasp as insects found the concept of glass windows.
Cell was gasping for breath by now, he had been going hard-out at the bars for a good forty eight hours and still nothing. He slumped to the floor and started banging his head against the bars, which had to be harder to get through than any mountain he'd ever blasted his way through. . . 'That's it!' Cell's mind sprang into action, the bars are harder than the mountain, therefore it would be easier to blow the mountain and fly over the bars to get Terra than to simply waste his powers on trying to get through those damn bars, Cell smirked, 'I'm so smart, I should be worshiped.'
While Cell was briefly regenerating his ego, Frieza was watching Terra, 'She hasn't opened moved for ages. . . maybe it's a trap of some sorts. . . Oh good Kami I need to use the bathroom!!!'
Cell stood up and looked at the ceiling of the jail, he glared at it as a yellow aurora of ki burst out of him like fire, causing small rocks to fly away in the sheer force of his ki level. Cell, not caring that everyone in the jail, minus Terra and including the Ogres, was staring wide-eyed at him, placed his hand on the rocky surface and shattered it, his ki so powerful and so accurate that the entire mountain was turned into dust in less than a millisecond. Cell powered down slightly, flew over the two sets of bars that separated him from Terra, tenderly gathered her limp form into his strong arms and flew off into the distance.
The other occupants of the jail were a little stunned. Frieza looked around and smirked, "Free!!! Public toilets here I come!" and dashed off.
'Let's see. . . what kind of mad idiot would put some type of mutated illness that could threaten one's very life for no apparent reason? . . .Mental note, kill Dr. Rikou,' thought Cell as he raced through the crystal blue sky, the temperature just over comfort level but not enough to over- heat anyone, just warm enough to make you grumpy, carrying Terra's comatose body in his arms. Cell looked down at Terra's face, which had an unhealthy tinge of blue in it. Cell put two fingers to the side of her throat, checking her pulse, but the vein was so cold that it stung his fingers when he touched it. Her whole body felt like an ice-cube.
'It has to be something in the blood-stream. . . a chemical of some form. One that could cool the blood temperature down to below 0ºC and not freeze up the veins. . .' Cell mused, 'Now, what could cause this? Climate change? Emotional extremes? There are too many possibilities. . .' Cell sighed out his nose and landed on the rocky soil surrounding a small hut, a letterbox outside the hut read 'Rikou' in bold, red letters.
Cell walked up to the door, kicked with a force so great that it sent it flying into the back of the opposite end of the room and took a fair chunk out of the thick hut's back wall. Dr. Rikou frowned at Cell, "Was that really necessary?!" he growled.
Cell walked in, carrying the unconscious Terra in his arms, "What is wrong with her?" he asked in a low and dangerous voice. Dr. Rikou smirked.
"Negative ki. There is a patch in her brain I created to sense your feelings via ki signals. If you are angry, or are annoyed in any way at her, the patch sends out waves of negative ki into her blood-stream. This slows the pulse down and lowers her body-temperature, making her feel so cold she could have been encased in ice. I built it in her to control her behaviour. She was, after all, your destined mate, and I couldn't have her running away from you or even arguing with you. Your ki is the only thing that could counteract the negative ki, therefore she would have to make up with you in order to cure herself of the cold-spell. And every time it happened it would get worse, so she'd learn her lesson quicker. But it looks like she's passed out from the cold. Pity, I put so much work into that thing," Dr. Rikou drawled.
Cell tried to keep his anger at the mad scientist in check, he didn't want to kill Terra twice over, did he? Cell held Terra closer to him, as if trying to protect her from Dr. Rikou and glared, "She has passed out, which seems impossible for someone who is dead. But how can I revive her?"
Dr. Rikou snickered under his breath, "Impossible since she's dead. I doubt even those kai-idiots could help her now."
Frieza, looking strangely relaxed as he strode out of the H.F.I.L public toilets looked up just in time to see Dr. Rikou flying across the blue sky as if he had been punched very hard by something with the power to move the very sky itself. Calculating the speed, angle and low gravity, Frieza guessed that he'd be flying up there like that for a good few hours, meaning the landing would be very sore, especially to the gluteus maximus.
By Psycho Llama and Sarah Dempster
Disclaimer: Neither of us own DBZ. Sarah Dempster owns Terra.
Note: Wagga wagga!
Cell stared at Terra through the bars of his cell, he inwardly sighed, 'Why did she have to come down here, she could have gone to Heaven and been happy. . . It's all my fault. . .'
Terra sat alone in 'her corner' of the jail cell, her head resting against the cold, stone wall and her silvery hair hiding her face from view like some kind of vale. She shivered and hugged herself closer, she could feel the symptoms of the cold attack hitting her again. Her mind seemed to drift between conscious and unconsciousness, she tried to focus her mind, not wanting to sink into the coma-like sleep she had to endure every time the coldness struck. Was it possible to fall asleep after you've died? Surely the dead don't sleep, as they wouldn't need it. What if she did fall asleep? Would she ever wake up again? Or would she remain a sleeping corpse for all eternity, never being able to wake?
Terra focused the small amount of conscious energy she had and turned to look at Cell, her usually fiery, mystic magenta eyes now dull and hollow. All emotion swept away from her pale face. She caught Cell's eyes with hers and for a moment they just seemed to stare at each other. Terra began to feel faint, 'I need to tell him, he could get help. . . I'm too tired to talk, I don't want to. I still have to try though. . .' Terra mouthed something at Cell, her facial muscles straining into an expression of desperation, she mouthed something at him, her vocal cords had shut down a while ago.
Cell looked wildly over at Terra's wilting form, the slight blue tinge to her china-white face gave it away, "The coldness. . ." Cell whispered to himself, his eyes growing wide, "Terra. . . TERRA!!!" Cell thundered as Terra fainted, her body sinking to the ground in a soft, berley audible 'thud'. Cell got to his feet and began blasting at the bars, trying in vain to try and reach Terra, the only one that cared about him and the only one he cared about too.
The two ogres peered in the stone-arch 'doorway' to the H.F.I.L prison, "Hey!" one of them barked, "What's all the racket about?! I can't concentrate with this racket!"
The Ginue force were all watching Cell with a mild interest, a few of them placing a bet on wether or not he would get through the bars. Cell continued to pound at the bars, snarling at their stubborn resistance. Frieza looked at Cell, and then at Terra, then at Cell, then at Terra. His head did a few more turns before his brain kicked in, 'Either there is something wrong with the girl and Cell wants to help, or there is a bathroom hidden around here somewhere. . . dear Kami I hope so, I'm not holding it in for all eternity!' his mind sank back to thoughts about him and his needs, thinking and or caring about others was a concept that was as hard for him to grasp as insects found the concept of glass windows.
Cell was gasping for breath by now, he had been going hard-out at the bars for a good forty eight hours and still nothing. He slumped to the floor and started banging his head against the bars, which had to be harder to get through than any mountain he'd ever blasted his way through. . . 'That's it!' Cell's mind sprang into action, the bars are harder than the mountain, therefore it would be easier to blow the mountain and fly over the bars to get Terra than to simply waste his powers on trying to get through those damn bars, Cell smirked, 'I'm so smart, I should be worshiped.'
While Cell was briefly regenerating his ego, Frieza was watching Terra, 'She hasn't opened moved for ages. . . maybe it's a trap of some sorts. . . Oh good Kami I need to use the bathroom!!!'
Cell stood up and looked at the ceiling of the jail, he glared at it as a yellow aurora of ki burst out of him like fire, causing small rocks to fly away in the sheer force of his ki level. Cell, not caring that everyone in the jail, minus Terra and including the Ogres, was staring wide-eyed at him, placed his hand on the rocky surface and shattered it, his ki so powerful and so accurate that the entire mountain was turned into dust in less than a millisecond. Cell powered down slightly, flew over the two sets of bars that separated him from Terra, tenderly gathered her limp form into his strong arms and flew off into the distance.
The other occupants of the jail were a little stunned. Frieza looked around and smirked, "Free!!! Public toilets here I come!" and dashed off.
'Let's see. . . what kind of mad idiot would put some type of mutated illness that could threaten one's very life for no apparent reason? . . .Mental note, kill Dr. Rikou,' thought Cell as he raced through the crystal blue sky, the temperature just over comfort level but not enough to over- heat anyone, just warm enough to make you grumpy, carrying Terra's comatose body in his arms. Cell looked down at Terra's face, which had an unhealthy tinge of blue in it. Cell put two fingers to the side of her throat, checking her pulse, but the vein was so cold that it stung his fingers when he touched it. Her whole body felt like an ice-cube.
'It has to be something in the blood-stream. . . a chemical of some form. One that could cool the blood temperature down to below 0ºC and not freeze up the veins. . .' Cell mused, 'Now, what could cause this? Climate change? Emotional extremes? There are too many possibilities. . .' Cell sighed out his nose and landed on the rocky soil surrounding a small hut, a letterbox outside the hut read 'Rikou' in bold, red letters.
Cell walked up to the door, kicked with a force so great that it sent it flying into the back of the opposite end of the room and took a fair chunk out of the thick hut's back wall. Dr. Rikou frowned at Cell, "Was that really necessary?!" he growled.
Cell walked in, carrying the unconscious Terra in his arms, "What is wrong with her?" he asked in a low and dangerous voice. Dr. Rikou smirked.
"Negative ki. There is a patch in her brain I created to sense your feelings via ki signals. If you are angry, or are annoyed in any way at her, the patch sends out waves of negative ki into her blood-stream. This slows the pulse down and lowers her body-temperature, making her feel so cold she could have been encased in ice. I built it in her to control her behaviour. She was, after all, your destined mate, and I couldn't have her running away from you or even arguing with you. Your ki is the only thing that could counteract the negative ki, therefore she would have to make up with you in order to cure herself of the cold-spell. And every time it happened it would get worse, so she'd learn her lesson quicker. But it looks like she's passed out from the cold. Pity, I put so much work into that thing," Dr. Rikou drawled.
Cell tried to keep his anger at the mad scientist in check, he didn't want to kill Terra twice over, did he? Cell held Terra closer to him, as if trying to protect her from Dr. Rikou and glared, "She has passed out, which seems impossible for someone who is dead. But how can I revive her?"
Dr. Rikou snickered under his breath, "Impossible since she's dead. I doubt even those kai-idiots could help her now."
Frieza, looking strangely relaxed as he strode out of the H.F.I.L public toilets looked up just in time to see Dr. Rikou flying across the blue sky as if he had been punched very hard by something with the power to move the very sky itself. Calculating the speed, angle and low gravity, Frieza guessed that he'd be flying up there like that for a good few hours, meaning the landing would be very sore, especially to the gluteus maximus.