The day dawned on the Cell games, each party member was anxious save two.
Goku and Vegeta. Goku was calm because he had apparently figured out a way
to beat Cell and Vegeta was angered at that reality. They had landed at the
arena, leaving worried friends and family in the safety of their homes.
Vegeta gazed around at the arena then cringed when he heard Mr. Satan's
voice.
"That's right. When Cell defeats these other wimps, I will step in to
protect the people for I am Mr. Satan, defender of the world!" he cried.
"Who allowed that human idiot to enter?" Vegeta demanded then narrowed his
eyes. "And why did you allow that thing to come here?"
"She's here because I told Cell she was a contestant," Piccolo said.
"Why did you do a thing like that?"
"Because I thought she might be an asset. I can speak from my father's
memories and she's not as terrible as you see her."
"Guys let's not get into this now. The fate of the world depends on us,"
Goku said. Loren walked forward and jumped down to where the playing field
down to where the playing field had been installed. Trunks grabbed her arm
and held her fast.
"Stop. Don't do the same thing my best friend did in my time," he said.
"Who are you really?" she asked and Trunks stared at her.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You can tell things no one else can. Who are you?"
"I'm who I say I am."
"You can't be because if you were, your eyes..."
"What about them?"
She again shook her head and Trunks paled when he saw Mr. Satan approaching
them.
"Don't worry, little lady. There's always time for my fans. I bet your
boyfriend is jealous isn't he? Well, I don't blame him. I mean look at my
strength. Look at my muscles. Of course, I'll have a contest with him if he
thinks he's a tough guy. Don't worry. I'll take it easy on him. But after
you get your autograph, of course," he said as he took out a glossy eight
by ten photograph of himself. Loren watched him in confusion while Trunks
tried to hide his embarrassment. With a flourish, Mr. Satan signed his name
then turned to Trunks. "So you wanta try to beat the Champ? Don't worry
kid. I'll take it easy on you," he said and Trunks politely shook his head.
"No thanks," he said and Mr. Satan grinned triumphantly. "I see. Afraid of losing in front of your girl. Well, if you ever need some pointers, you know where to go. I've got to get back to warming up. I can't let the world down." "Good job," Piccolo said and Trunks glanced beside him. The Namek waited until Mr. Satan was out of earshot before he continued. "I'm sure it was difficult to keep your temper after what he said." "What would I have gained from punching him out?" Trunks asked. "True. Let's get to safe ground before the tournament officially begins. A premature death would not help our cause."
The party stood on a craggy surface, overlooking the arena below. Loren took hold of the nearest thing in a vain attempt to calm her nerves. Trunks glanced at her and then at his father who stood watching him with contempt.
Cell gazed at the challengers. There weren't many but he had suspected as much from a backwards mud ball. His gaze rested on Loren as he tried to figure out why the Namek had spared her life. "What's so special about that one that you came out of hiding to spare her life? What is it, Piccolo? Well I shall soon find out. She will be my first opponent," Cell said and Vegeta snorted. "Well there goes your home, Kakarrot," he said. "What is your problem with her, Vegeta?" Goku inquired.
Loren stepped into the arena, her mind torn as to what she should do. It would be simple to destroy herself and it was equally as simple to preserve herself. "Let's see why the Namek wanted to protect you, shall we?" Cell inquired as Loren looked at him. "I refuse to do anything destructive," she replied. "As long as you keep up with me, I won't do anything destructive." He laughed threateningly and Loren blinked her eyes. What a conceited creature, she thought as she glanced at Trunks and then at Vegeta. She didn't want him to see the side that Vegeta had come to know. She didn't want to cause destruction another time. She spread her legs shoulder length apart and bent her knees slightly as she waited for the first strike.
"Man, I wish I was home right now," Krillin said and Vegeta glanced at him.
"Nothing is stopping you," he said and Piccolo watched Loren fall sharply to the arena floor. "So, Vegeta you must have been pretty weak for that girl to beat you," Yamcha said. "I have never been weak! That creature just isn't using its full power," Vegeta retorted as Loren pulled himself up off the ground. She stretched and narrowed her eyes. "That can't be all that you've got," she said softly, her voice filled with challenge. "Give me something to fight against then. Perhaps then you'll get a challenge." "Very well then but I want you to hold nothing back when you attack me again." "If you give me a reason not to, then I won't. You do however, have a lot of talk within you. You aren't related to Vegeta, are you?" "Just fight. I don't like opponents with venomous mouths." "I don't know if enraging him is a smart idea," Piccolo muttered as he watched the match take place. Loren stared deep into the android's eyes and saw the emotions within. Cell faltered slightly under the steady gaze then released a strong blast of ki.
"Is that all you've got?" Cell asked, mocking the voice that Loren had used earlier. "I told you, I refuse to do anything destructive," Loren replied. "I knew I should have killed you when you asked for it." Kicks were blocked and the spectators watched with growing interest. Vegeta folded his arms in contempt as he watched the match progress. He watched her take numerous blows with little complaint and shifted his weight nosily. "I think things are coming to an end," Piccolo commented. "Good. I still have a few things I'd like to try on that arrogant..." Vegeta said then watched at Loren's body sharply hit the rocks on the outside of the arena. Trunks watched her body slide to the ground, the rocks cruelly etching a design on her back. He feared the worst. Death. Which by the standards of the World Martial Arts Tournament, the party member would have been disqualified but in the Cell games, he had no idea how things would turn out. "That failure can't be the best you've got to offer, can it planet Earth?" Cell asked. "Which one of you is next? Piccolo? Vegeta? Goku? Goku. I was going to save you for last but I need something uplifting after that disappointing match." "Are you trying to insinuate that I'm not important?!" Vegeta demanded.
"No thanks," he said and Mr. Satan grinned triumphantly. "I see. Afraid of losing in front of your girl. Well, if you ever need some pointers, you know where to go. I've got to get back to warming up. I can't let the world down." "Good job," Piccolo said and Trunks glanced beside him. The Namek waited until Mr. Satan was out of earshot before he continued. "I'm sure it was difficult to keep your temper after what he said." "What would I have gained from punching him out?" Trunks asked. "True. Let's get to safe ground before the tournament officially begins. A premature death would not help our cause."
The party stood on a craggy surface, overlooking the arena below. Loren took hold of the nearest thing in a vain attempt to calm her nerves. Trunks glanced at her and then at his father who stood watching him with contempt.
Cell gazed at the challengers. There weren't many but he had suspected as much from a backwards mud ball. His gaze rested on Loren as he tried to figure out why the Namek had spared her life. "What's so special about that one that you came out of hiding to spare her life? What is it, Piccolo? Well I shall soon find out. She will be my first opponent," Cell said and Vegeta snorted. "Well there goes your home, Kakarrot," he said. "What is your problem with her, Vegeta?" Goku inquired.
Loren stepped into the arena, her mind torn as to what she should do. It would be simple to destroy herself and it was equally as simple to preserve herself. "Let's see why the Namek wanted to protect you, shall we?" Cell inquired as Loren looked at him. "I refuse to do anything destructive," she replied. "As long as you keep up with me, I won't do anything destructive." He laughed threateningly and Loren blinked her eyes. What a conceited creature, she thought as she glanced at Trunks and then at Vegeta. She didn't want him to see the side that Vegeta had come to know. She didn't want to cause destruction another time. She spread her legs shoulder length apart and bent her knees slightly as she waited for the first strike.
"Man, I wish I was home right now," Krillin said and Vegeta glanced at him.
"Nothing is stopping you," he said and Piccolo watched Loren fall sharply to the arena floor. "So, Vegeta you must have been pretty weak for that girl to beat you," Yamcha said. "I have never been weak! That creature just isn't using its full power," Vegeta retorted as Loren pulled himself up off the ground. She stretched and narrowed her eyes. "That can't be all that you've got," she said softly, her voice filled with challenge. "Give me something to fight against then. Perhaps then you'll get a challenge." "Very well then but I want you to hold nothing back when you attack me again." "If you give me a reason not to, then I won't. You do however, have a lot of talk within you. You aren't related to Vegeta, are you?" "Just fight. I don't like opponents with venomous mouths." "I don't know if enraging him is a smart idea," Piccolo muttered as he watched the match take place. Loren stared deep into the android's eyes and saw the emotions within. Cell faltered slightly under the steady gaze then released a strong blast of ki.
"Is that all you've got?" Cell asked, mocking the voice that Loren had used earlier. "I told you, I refuse to do anything destructive," Loren replied. "I knew I should have killed you when you asked for it." Kicks were blocked and the spectators watched with growing interest. Vegeta folded his arms in contempt as he watched the match progress. He watched her take numerous blows with little complaint and shifted his weight nosily. "I think things are coming to an end," Piccolo commented. "Good. I still have a few things I'd like to try on that arrogant..." Vegeta said then watched at Loren's body sharply hit the rocks on the outside of the arena. Trunks watched her body slide to the ground, the rocks cruelly etching a design on her back. He feared the worst. Death. Which by the standards of the World Martial Arts Tournament, the party member would have been disqualified but in the Cell games, he had no idea how things would turn out. "That failure can't be the best you've got to offer, can it planet Earth?" Cell asked. "Which one of you is next? Piccolo? Vegeta? Goku? Goku. I was going to save you for last but I need something uplifting after that disappointing match." "Are you trying to insinuate that I'm not important?!" Vegeta demanded.