DISCLAIMER:
FT: Do I have to?
W-R: [Whips out a frying pan] :(
FT: O_O I...I...do...do...
W-R: Say it! Say it!
FT: I own DBZ! :) [Tries to run for it]
W-R: TRUUNKS!! [Runs after him and creams him with the frying pan...]
FT: [On the floor at Roze's feet.] @_@
W-R: [Kicks him a little]
FT: ...don't own DBZ...aahhh. [passes out and hugs W-R's legs.] Nice teddy!
W-R: [Passes out next to him from embarassment.]
CHAPTER 7 - Clash of the Titans
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Majin Buu was helpless as Cell's grip around his neck tightened drastically. He couldn't utter a single, childish word.
What was left of North City watched the battle in awe from a distance. They didn't dare fire a shot.
"Give up!" The perfect android said in his caniving voice. "You're no match for me, you bloated freak."
"Mmmmph!" Buu choked on Cell's grip, but suddenly liquified.
"What?" Cell asked bluntly, as the pink gooey creature slipped out of his hand.
Majin Buu reformed before Cell in all it's glorious rotundity. It posed with a smile.
"Buu!"
But before Buu could even clinch his stance, his head was already incinerated by a small ki blast. Cell retracted his hand from the shot.
"Go on, reform yourself, you disgusting beast."
As if it could still hear Cell's words, the still floating body of Majin Buu's head popped right out of it's empty neck. It's normally disgustingly peaceful grin turned to a look of rancor.
"Buu no like mean man! Buu say you die now!" Buu pointed a gloved yellow hand, sneering at Cell.
Cell smirked, closing his eyes and curling his index finger at Buu, as if inviting him to attack.
"Well don't get too grammatically convoluted my pink friend! Just try and defeat me!"
~^~
Akura, lodged under Trunks' arm, was still recoiling from their sudden takeoff.
"Trunks? TRUNKS!" She squirmed, her eyes closed, frightened and a little angry for being left out.
"Sorry Akura. With Cell there, it'd have been too dangerous for you." Trunks didn't say another word for the rest of the trip, leaving Akura to complain. The moon had begun to rise against the navy blue sky, and West City was in view.
~^~
Buu launched a fat fist at Cell at speeds that no eye could recognize, and without any effort Cell had caught it. Cell smiled a bit more, and squeezed Buu's hand, narrowing the space where he would have had eyebrows had he been human.
Cell laughed as Buu grunted, the hand was wildly deformed and shattered. In a split-second, Cell had unleashed a volley of punches unlike any even the Z Fighters had ever seen. Buu's body was immediately covered in potholes to compensate.
The fat fiend fell to the tar below, it's will apparently elsewhere, as it's back merged with the pavement with a loud squish.
Cell floated over the crash site.
"What's wrong? Tired of regenerating yourself already?"
Buu slowly rose to it's tiny feet shod in yellow boots, and it's flesh popped out into normal position with a sickening pop.
With a loud hiss, steam began ejecting from the holes on Buu's body.
Majin Buu's voice deepened with a demonic echo behind it.
"Yoooooouuuuuuu..." Buu crossed it arms as more steam erupted.
"Buu's a little teapot, short and stout!" Cell pointed and gave a horrible laugh. "Well what about me Buu?"
"I KILL YOU!" Majin Buu ripped off a huge hunk of it's own stomach, and formed it into a ball. Cell's eyes widened in suprise. Suddenly Buu hurled the piece of flesh with a grimace.
As the flesh approached rapidly, Cell couldn't dream of contemplating it's purpose.
~^~
Gohan walked down a sidewalk in West City, fingering a stack of newly-won Zenie.
"Poor mom...can't believe she was so poor! Hopefully this'll keep her good for a few years!" Gohan chuckled. He had just won two fighting tournaments in one day, and gotten big rewards.
Gohan, with his hands in his pockets, looked across the street. A large group of people were gathered around the windows of a local electronics shop, making a huge commotion. More and more were joining the crowd, pulling over their cars.
Gohan curiously walked into the midst of the group, and looked at the several television monitors trying to make out what the reporter was saying over the talking of the others. But he only needed to see to believe.
Gohan nearly dropped his Zenie, thought better of it, and then dashed home at full speed, a frightened look on his face.
~^~
The gob of pink goo enwrapped Cell, a living tentacle of flesh. Majin Buu cackled and squeezed it's palms together. As if responding to Buu's gesture, the flesh contricted Cell.
"What, what is th-?" Cell managed to gasp before his mouth was covered by Buu's tentacle.
Buu did a mid-air victory dance.
"Ha ha! Buu make mean man pay now!"
The pink mass spread and filled out until it had completely consumed Cell's body. The writhing Android was now nowhere to be seen, and the ball fell silent.
Buu slowly approached, making little noises as he went.
"Buu eat you now!"
But Buu was interrupted, as the ball of flesh exploded, Cell standing in it's wake, panting with his arms outstretched. Buu's eyes opened wide with horror.
A mad smile crossed Cell's face.
"No more games..." And Cell dashed toward Majin Buu.
Majin Buu floated, compeltely frozen, still trying to figure out how it's attack failed.
~^~
Trunks sat down on the couch in his livingroom, Akura following suit. Not being too well aquainted yet, Trunks and Akura had sat as far away from eachother on the couch as possible. Trying to get comfortable, Trunks fidgeted and put his right hand out on the couch, in the space between him and Akura. With his free hand he turned on the television.
"-it seems that this strange green monster has confronted Majin Buu, and is fighting to destroy it. It's motives are unknown, but this spotted green creature some call, in fear of the past, an "Android", has intentions unknown to us at this point."
The screen flashed to a picture of Cell and Majin Buu striking eachother rapidly. Neither budged an inch, and the flurry of punches and kicks caused a hurricane of gusts and craters to appear around the scene.
Cell's white hands grabbed Buu by the tentacle, and he swung the beast around and around until finally, he raised the bloated monster above his head, and hurled Majin Buu to the ground. The shockwave destroyed the reporter's camera, and Trunks's television fizzled out. The last sound Trunks and Akura heard was the scream of the reporter, as she met her demise.
Trunks had a pale look on his face, and didn't take his eyes off the television, despite the fact that it was broken. It was almost as if he was looking through it...
Akura, frightened by the end of the camerawoman, had jumped suddenly. Her hand, however, had come to rest. Somewhere she didn't notice until seconds later.
Akura's hand overlapped Trunks, and the two instantly felt the warmth of each other's body. The dim light of the room forbade them looking out of the side of their eyes.
Slowly but surely, the pair each traced their arms to one set of hands. Each of them silmultaeneously blushed and slowly looked up at each other. Fierce, amber eyes met calm, lavender. Blushing furiously, the two retracted their arms and jerked their heads in the opposite direction as if nothing had happened.
* God... * Akura thought, * Why did I do that? And why did it take me so long to pull away? *
* Okay, I admit, * Trunks thought to himself, * I did...like that. There's something about Akura. But why didn't I do or say anything? She must think I'm a total perv...damn it! *
"Well, time for bed I guess." Trunks mentioned.
"Huh? Oh, can you take me home." Akura said, not thinking.
"Akura, your home is in the middle of a warzone right now!" He stammered sharply.
"...guess so." Akura looked to Trunks, and he knew what she wanted.
"I guess...you can sleep at my house if you want." He said, turning a little rosy in the cheeks.
She smiled a little.
"I'd love to Trunks." And held back a giggle.
~^~
Majin Buu was on the ground, red welts covering it's body. Various holes encompassed it's flesh, it had taken a severe beating from Cell after the news stations had lost transmission.
Cell dropped to the ground nearby, his feet making sharp tapping noises. His wings spread with pleasure.
Cell slowly walked toward Majin Buu, smiling deeply.
"It's ovr, my friend. Better get used to me...you'll be seeing a lot more of this body then you ever imagined."
Buu weakly looked over at the approaching aggressor, unable to move, it's powers of regeneration completely wrecked.
Cell's syringical tail extended over Majin Buu, and formed a funnel.
"Welcome home Buu."
~^~
Trunks escorted Akura to his bedroom, motioning toward the bed.
"'S all yours." He said cooly.
Akura lay down, staring up at him.
"What about you?"
"I'll just take the floor I guess..." Trunks pointed to the corner.
Akura had already rolled onto a side of the bed, curled up under the blankets, after removing her over-clothes and throwing them randomly on the floor. Trunks tried not to let his gaze fall on them.
"Why don't you just sleep next to me?" She asked, "I mean, there's plenty of room on the other side." She pointed out. She faced the wall.
"Uhh...well...I...I..." Trunks stuttered a little at the thought.
"Whatever Trunks. I'm tired." Akura closed her eyes and made not a sound.
After about a half-hour of sitting, Trunks decided Akura must've been asleep. Quietly he made his way to the bed, and slipped under the covers next to her, facing the opposite wall than her. He listened to her short breaths and smiled, closing his eyes.
Akura silently celebrated in her mind. She had pretended to be asleep.
* YES! He took the bait!* She held back a giggle. * Now to teel him in! * The devious young woman giggled.
Trunks peered over in her direction. Her smooth skin shone a little under all that soft hair, which she had let out, covering a portion of the bed. Without any warning, Akura's arm reached out around him. Trunks' eyes opened wide, he pretended it wasn't happening.
"mm..." She made a faint groan, and pulled him close to her.
A lightbulb flicked on in Trunks's little mind.
* Oh, thank god! She's doing that in her sleep! * But a scheme hatched in his head. * So I guess she wouldn't know...I mean, it wouldn't matter if I... *
Akura tightened her arm around Trunks a little, and Trunks sheepishly moved his own. Slowly, Trunks slid his arm around Akura's body.
The two, each pretending to be asleep, lay in eachother's arms. They both pulled eachother closer until they touched, and they basked in the warmth of eachother's bodies.
* I'm in heaven... * Akura drifted off to sleep, cozy next to Trunks.
* I'm afraid! * Trunks blushed, never having such a close friend before.
It wasn't long before the two were fast asleep, holding eachother close, not caring if the world was to end tomorrow.
~^~
Gohan walked toward the Satan mansion, through a back alley. He had to let Videl know his involvement with the new threat to Earth. Suddenly he heard a soft voice behind him.
"Gohan Son. Turn around please."
Gohan turned to face the courteous voice. In the dead of night, he could recognize them.
Two Kais, one short and purple, the other, older, taller, and wrinkled, stood facing him.
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NEXT TIME:
What happens when you mix Cell and Buu? Find out next time on DBZ2!
____________________________________________________________________________ ____
Okay, what'd ya think people! I love making Buu and Cell fight, that was fun!
Poor Trunks...he's so whipped! LOL! *Prays he isn't giving roze ideas*
Well, R/R! Peace out lol!
-FT
FT: Do I have to?
W-R: [Whips out a frying pan] :(
FT: O_O I...I...do...do...
W-R: Say it! Say it!
FT: I own DBZ! :) [Tries to run for it]
W-R: TRUUNKS!! [Runs after him and creams him with the frying pan...]
FT: [On the floor at Roze's feet.] @_@
W-R: [Kicks him a little]
FT: ...don't own DBZ...aahhh. [passes out and hugs W-R's legs.] Nice teddy!
W-R: [Passes out next to him from embarassment.]
CHAPTER 7 - Clash of the Titans
____________________________________________________________________________ ______
Majin Buu was helpless as Cell's grip around his neck tightened drastically. He couldn't utter a single, childish word.
What was left of North City watched the battle in awe from a distance. They didn't dare fire a shot.
"Give up!" The perfect android said in his caniving voice. "You're no match for me, you bloated freak."
"Mmmmph!" Buu choked on Cell's grip, but suddenly liquified.
"What?" Cell asked bluntly, as the pink gooey creature slipped out of his hand.
Majin Buu reformed before Cell in all it's glorious rotundity. It posed with a smile.
"Buu!"
But before Buu could even clinch his stance, his head was already incinerated by a small ki blast. Cell retracted his hand from the shot.
"Go on, reform yourself, you disgusting beast."
As if it could still hear Cell's words, the still floating body of Majin Buu's head popped right out of it's empty neck. It's normally disgustingly peaceful grin turned to a look of rancor.
"Buu no like mean man! Buu say you die now!" Buu pointed a gloved yellow hand, sneering at Cell.
Cell smirked, closing his eyes and curling his index finger at Buu, as if inviting him to attack.
"Well don't get too grammatically convoluted my pink friend! Just try and defeat me!"
~^~
Akura, lodged under Trunks' arm, was still recoiling from their sudden takeoff.
"Trunks? TRUNKS!" She squirmed, her eyes closed, frightened and a little angry for being left out.
"Sorry Akura. With Cell there, it'd have been too dangerous for you." Trunks didn't say another word for the rest of the trip, leaving Akura to complain. The moon had begun to rise against the navy blue sky, and West City was in view.
~^~
Buu launched a fat fist at Cell at speeds that no eye could recognize, and without any effort Cell had caught it. Cell smiled a bit more, and squeezed Buu's hand, narrowing the space where he would have had eyebrows had he been human.
Cell laughed as Buu grunted, the hand was wildly deformed and shattered. In a split-second, Cell had unleashed a volley of punches unlike any even the Z Fighters had ever seen. Buu's body was immediately covered in potholes to compensate.
The fat fiend fell to the tar below, it's will apparently elsewhere, as it's back merged with the pavement with a loud squish.
Cell floated over the crash site.
"What's wrong? Tired of regenerating yourself already?"
Buu slowly rose to it's tiny feet shod in yellow boots, and it's flesh popped out into normal position with a sickening pop.
With a loud hiss, steam began ejecting from the holes on Buu's body.
Majin Buu's voice deepened with a demonic echo behind it.
"Yoooooouuuuuuu..." Buu crossed it arms as more steam erupted.
"Buu's a little teapot, short and stout!" Cell pointed and gave a horrible laugh. "Well what about me Buu?"
"I KILL YOU!" Majin Buu ripped off a huge hunk of it's own stomach, and formed it into a ball. Cell's eyes widened in suprise. Suddenly Buu hurled the piece of flesh with a grimace.
As the flesh approached rapidly, Cell couldn't dream of contemplating it's purpose.
~^~
Gohan walked down a sidewalk in West City, fingering a stack of newly-won Zenie.
"Poor mom...can't believe she was so poor! Hopefully this'll keep her good for a few years!" Gohan chuckled. He had just won two fighting tournaments in one day, and gotten big rewards.
Gohan, with his hands in his pockets, looked across the street. A large group of people were gathered around the windows of a local electronics shop, making a huge commotion. More and more were joining the crowd, pulling over their cars.
Gohan curiously walked into the midst of the group, and looked at the several television monitors trying to make out what the reporter was saying over the talking of the others. But he only needed to see to believe.
Gohan nearly dropped his Zenie, thought better of it, and then dashed home at full speed, a frightened look on his face.
~^~
The gob of pink goo enwrapped Cell, a living tentacle of flesh. Majin Buu cackled and squeezed it's palms together. As if responding to Buu's gesture, the flesh contricted Cell.
"What, what is th-?" Cell managed to gasp before his mouth was covered by Buu's tentacle.
Buu did a mid-air victory dance.
"Ha ha! Buu make mean man pay now!"
The pink mass spread and filled out until it had completely consumed Cell's body. The writhing Android was now nowhere to be seen, and the ball fell silent.
Buu slowly approached, making little noises as he went.
"Buu eat you now!"
But Buu was interrupted, as the ball of flesh exploded, Cell standing in it's wake, panting with his arms outstretched. Buu's eyes opened wide with horror.
A mad smile crossed Cell's face.
"No more games..." And Cell dashed toward Majin Buu.
Majin Buu floated, compeltely frozen, still trying to figure out how it's attack failed.
~^~
Trunks sat down on the couch in his livingroom, Akura following suit. Not being too well aquainted yet, Trunks and Akura had sat as far away from eachother on the couch as possible. Trying to get comfortable, Trunks fidgeted and put his right hand out on the couch, in the space between him and Akura. With his free hand he turned on the television.
"-it seems that this strange green monster has confronted Majin Buu, and is fighting to destroy it. It's motives are unknown, but this spotted green creature some call, in fear of the past, an "Android", has intentions unknown to us at this point."
The screen flashed to a picture of Cell and Majin Buu striking eachother rapidly. Neither budged an inch, and the flurry of punches and kicks caused a hurricane of gusts and craters to appear around the scene.
Cell's white hands grabbed Buu by the tentacle, and he swung the beast around and around until finally, he raised the bloated monster above his head, and hurled Majin Buu to the ground. The shockwave destroyed the reporter's camera, and Trunks's television fizzled out. The last sound Trunks and Akura heard was the scream of the reporter, as she met her demise.
Trunks had a pale look on his face, and didn't take his eyes off the television, despite the fact that it was broken. It was almost as if he was looking through it...
Akura, frightened by the end of the camerawoman, had jumped suddenly. Her hand, however, had come to rest. Somewhere she didn't notice until seconds later.
Akura's hand overlapped Trunks, and the two instantly felt the warmth of each other's body. The dim light of the room forbade them looking out of the side of their eyes.
Slowly but surely, the pair each traced their arms to one set of hands. Each of them silmultaeneously blushed and slowly looked up at each other. Fierce, amber eyes met calm, lavender. Blushing furiously, the two retracted their arms and jerked their heads in the opposite direction as if nothing had happened.
* God... * Akura thought, * Why did I do that? And why did it take me so long to pull away? *
* Okay, I admit, * Trunks thought to himself, * I did...like that. There's something about Akura. But why didn't I do or say anything? She must think I'm a total perv...damn it! *
"Well, time for bed I guess." Trunks mentioned.
"Huh? Oh, can you take me home." Akura said, not thinking.
"Akura, your home is in the middle of a warzone right now!" He stammered sharply.
"...guess so." Akura looked to Trunks, and he knew what she wanted.
"I guess...you can sleep at my house if you want." He said, turning a little rosy in the cheeks.
She smiled a little.
"I'd love to Trunks." And held back a giggle.
~^~
Majin Buu was on the ground, red welts covering it's body. Various holes encompassed it's flesh, it had taken a severe beating from Cell after the news stations had lost transmission.
Cell dropped to the ground nearby, his feet making sharp tapping noises. His wings spread with pleasure.
Cell slowly walked toward Majin Buu, smiling deeply.
"It's ovr, my friend. Better get used to me...you'll be seeing a lot more of this body then you ever imagined."
Buu weakly looked over at the approaching aggressor, unable to move, it's powers of regeneration completely wrecked.
Cell's syringical tail extended over Majin Buu, and formed a funnel.
"Welcome home Buu."
~^~
Trunks escorted Akura to his bedroom, motioning toward the bed.
"'S all yours." He said cooly.
Akura lay down, staring up at him.
"What about you?"
"I'll just take the floor I guess..." Trunks pointed to the corner.
Akura had already rolled onto a side of the bed, curled up under the blankets, after removing her over-clothes and throwing them randomly on the floor. Trunks tried not to let his gaze fall on them.
"Why don't you just sleep next to me?" She asked, "I mean, there's plenty of room on the other side." She pointed out. She faced the wall.
"Uhh...well...I...I..." Trunks stuttered a little at the thought.
"Whatever Trunks. I'm tired." Akura closed her eyes and made not a sound.
After about a half-hour of sitting, Trunks decided Akura must've been asleep. Quietly he made his way to the bed, and slipped under the covers next to her, facing the opposite wall than her. He listened to her short breaths and smiled, closing his eyes.
Akura silently celebrated in her mind. She had pretended to be asleep.
* YES! He took the bait!* She held back a giggle. * Now to teel him in! * The devious young woman giggled.
Trunks peered over in her direction. Her smooth skin shone a little under all that soft hair, which she had let out, covering a portion of the bed. Without any warning, Akura's arm reached out around him. Trunks' eyes opened wide, he pretended it wasn't happening.
"mm..." She made a faint groan, and pulled him close to her.
A lightbulb flicked on in Trunks's little mind.
* Oh, thank god! She's doing that in her sleep! * But a scheme hatched in his head. * So I guess she wouldn't know...I mean, it wouldn't matter if I... *
Akura tightened her arm around Trunks a little, and Trunks sheepishly moved his own. Slowly, Trunks slid his arm around Akura's body.
The two, each pretending to be asleep, lay in eachother's arms. They both pulled eachother closer until they touched, and they basked in the warmth of eachother's bodies.
* I'm in heaven... * Akura drifted off to sleep, cozy next to Trunks.
* I'm afraid! * Trunks blushed, never having such a close friend before.
It wasn't long before the two were fast asleep, holding eachother close, not caring if the world was to end tomorrow.
~^~
Gohan walked toward the Satan mansion, through a back alley. He had to let Videl know his involvement with the new threat to Earth. Suddenly he heard a soft voice behind him.
"Gohan Son. Turn around please."
Gohan turned to face the courteous voice. In the dead of night, he could recognize them.
Two Kais, one short and purple, the other, older, taller, and wrinkled, stood facing him.
____________________________________________________________________________ ____
NEXT TIME:
What happens when you mix Cell and Buu? Find out next time on DBZ2!
____________________________________________________________________________ ____
Okay, what'd ya think people! I love making Buu and Cell fight, that was fun!
Poor Trunks...he's so whipped! LOL! *Prays he isn't giving roze ideas*
Well, R/R! Peace out lol!
-FT