Disclaimer: No DBZ is owned by me. *Tra-lala* The only things I own are...Foreign, Squeegle, Houyoku, Creator, Phaythe, and Sanrioki! And all the other stuff I created within the depths/shallows of my mind. ....Man, I love routine.
Sierrakoi: This is the beginning of the end, so I won't keep you waiting.
Random Dude: This is it?! FINALLY! THANK GOD! I can go home!
Chibi Sierrakoi: I DUN WANT IT TO END!! *Sniffs*
Sierrakoi: Without any further interruption...End Game, Part One!
((REALLY important note at the end of the chapter!))
End Game, Part One
Her Master's Voice
"I can see my many faces, through the clouds of frail; a pool of mirrors tells my tale."
"This is it."
Creator was sitting by his control consol.
His muscles were tense. His claws, slack.
"The pieces are in place..."
He began to tap his claws against a few buttons as he sent the consol some codes.
"I'll do what they least expect..."
Creator stared intently at the screen where he could see Cell and Foreign hovering evenly in the air, like misplaced angels waiting their judgment.
"Computer....override..."
The consol buzzed. "Specific ordinance, sir?"
"Override: Foreign."
There was a moment of buzzing before the keys on the consol began to click themselves.
"Class of Override, sir?" the computer chimed.
"Override Code....Mutiny."
-_-_-_-
Foreign and Cell continued to hover. Cell, his eyes hazed in deep thought, could still see, more-so FEEL Gohan's ki approaching. And it wasn't long until Cell could see a dot against the wide sky--it was Gohan, approaching fast.
Foreign was breezing through the memories of Gohan that she had downloaded from Cell. He was going to be quite a fight...
"Should we make the first move?" she asked.
"Gohan will want to talk first. About justice and goodness and all of that. Let him give his little speech. That is, after he gets over the initial shock of seeing me again," Cell replied.
Foreign could see Gohan's figure clearly now. His eyes were hard, his hair was zipping back due to the wind.
He looked a few years older than what Cell's memories told her. But was he stronger?
"His ki has dropped," Cell confirmed. There was a smirk playing on his beak. "Just as a thought. That wench mother of his hasn't let him train. He's weaker."
"He'll still be tough to beat."
"Are you 'chickening out'?"
"Hell no."
Silence wrapped itself around Cell and Foreign once more.
-_-_-_-
Gohan sped up his ki.
Never would he believe what his eyes were telling him.
They were little dots. They were getting bigger, but they were still little dots.
But ones of those dots looked awfully familiar.
The ki was familiar.
And now he could see the color pattern--it was familiar.
The shape.
Gohan's heart nearly stopped as he slowed down, now only a few meters from his two foes.
"Ce....Cell?!"
-_-_-_-
Houyoku laughed merrily, though silently, speeding up her run as she glanced back to make sure that boy was still chasing her.
When she DIDN'T see him chasing her, she stopped and wandered back through the underbrush of the forest to look for him. As expected, she found him face-down in the dirt. Trying not to embarrass him, she kept her silent laughs inside and she kneeled by him. Carefully the little girl gave him a little prod on the shoulder.
Squeegle grunted. He still wasn't used to legs. And even though he enjoyed playing chase with Houyoku, he kept falling because he couldn't control the movement of these extra appendages. Pulling himself up, Squeegle blinked and rubes the dirt off his nose, grinning sheepishly with a slight blush.
Houyoku giggled again, hopping up and leaning forward to grin evilly at Squeegle.
Squeegle knew that grin. A split second later Houyoku was off again, skipping merrily through the paths between trees. Gathering up his dignity, Squeegle bounded after her, laughing as well as he attempted not to trip over any tree roots.
Houyoku stopped when she heard a familiar 'plump'. Rolling her eyes to herself, she skipped backwards and found Squeegle face-down in the dirt again. Looking behind him, she could see it was due to another tree root.
Hands on her hips, Houyoku shook her head, but quickly burst into silent laughter again. Bending down she helped pull Squeegle up.
His face was covered in dirt and little scratches. Houyoku immediately felt sympathy and started trying to wash the dirt off with her hand and some of her saliva.
Squeegle blinked, feeling another hot warmth creeping over his cheeks. What was she doing...?
After a minute or so Houyoku stepped back. Squeegle's face was squeaky clean again. Deciding not to put the poor boy through more trouble than he could handle, she nodded at him and took his hand.
Squeegle found out Houyoku just wanted to walk. Relieved, the boy followed her through the woods, a smile on his face.
Being human wasn't bad. Maybe once he got used to these legs, it would be great!
-_-_-_-
Cell smirked widely at Gohan. "Well, if it isn't Son Gohan."
"Y-You're supposed to be dead!! You ARE dead!"
Cell frowned. "You don't sound happy to see me."
"How are you alive?!" Gohan demanded, his breath coming in pants.
Cell's mind searched for an answer. He couldn't tell Gohan about Phaythe, or any of that. It would only confuse the boy and delay their fight. And a fight--to relieve frustrations, was what Cell wanted. "It took some time, but the very remainders of my being on this earth was enough to morph my body back into the real plane." Was that believable?
Gohan seemed to buy it. "Well...I can't let you live!!" The boy took a fighting stance, his eyes narrowed dangerously. "This is the last time you threaten the people of Earth!"
Foreign snorted. "Do you always talk this much?"
Gohan's head whipped to the side, and for the first time he really noticed Foreign. "..Who...Who are you?!"
Foreign shrugged, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "It doesn't really matter. Let's just fight and get this over with." She, too, struck a fighting stance, that cold smirk plastered on her face.
Cell crossed his arms, waiting for Gohan to make the first move. Gohan, meanwhile was in turmoil.
His greatest foe was alive and willing to fight him. Again. And now he had this woman fighting with him! Was there even a chance?
But Gohan also noticed Cell was in his Imperfect Form. Surely that wouldn't be a problem to deal with...but the woman...what was her power?
Gohan attempted to read her ki, but with surprise he couldn't sense any. Unless she flared it for an attack or something of that sort, she was practically unreadable. Which meant one thing.
-She's an android too....-
Gohan bit his lip. -Probably another one of Gero's creations...
Play this smart, Gohan...
NOW!-
"Prepare to DIE!"
Gohan rushed forwards in a blur of speed.
Cell looked to Foreign, who was tensing up to launch an attack. But thinking quickly, Cell jumped in first.
-I need to see how I fare against Gohan first...
Besides, Gohan will hold back a little because he doesn't know Foreign's style of fighting...or her strength...
You're in trouble now, little Gohan!-
Cell launched a fist at Gohan's face, but Gohan saw it coming and whipped to the right. Cell's punch flew by, and Gohan phased over him and send an elbow into his back. In a rage, Cell went flying to the ground, only to catch himself and launch back up. Whipping his tail at an arch, Gohan was caught off-guard as Cell's tail slammed into the side of his head. But even dazed, Gohan saw the ki ball blooming in Cell's palm as Cell launched it towards the boy's stomach. Dodging to the side, Gohan slapped the ki ball back to Cell with the back of his hand.
Cell screeched as the ki exploded in his face. The white-hot heat ate at his eyes as the android temporarily lost his vision.
Foreign watched for a moment, frowning.
-Gohan knows Cell's fighting style...
I should step in.
We need to get rid of this brat anyway.-
"Take this!" Foreign disappeared, reappearing beside Gohan as she sent a swift round-kick into his chest.
Gohan gasped, falling backwards as suddenly Cell and Foreign were upon him in a mirage of punches, ki balls and swift, well-placed kicks.
-I can't fight both of them!- the boy yelled mentally as he attempted to block their merciless assault. But still, some blows found their mark, but Gohan was doing well holding his own.
Foreign flipped over Gohan as Cell launched another mirage of punches at his face. Landing behind him, she didn't give him time enough to react as she started beating savagely at his back, especially his neck and head.
Stars exploded into Gohan's vision. -She's behind me!!-
Now working over time, Gohan switched sideways and attempted to block blows coming at either side of him. But this proved a bad idea, especially when both Foreign and Cell's knees connected with both sides of his stomach.
Eyes wide, the boy choked up blood. To finish the move, both Foreign and Cell at the same time sent their elbows into his back.
Gohan's body fell to the earth at an alarming speed, pain lancing through his spine as she blearily opened an eye. Catching himself just in time, the young demi-saiyajin flared enough ki and flipped, landing on his feet on the ground.
Holding his stomach, Gohan looked up, teeth grit. "You...cowards!! Double-teaming me!!"
Cell hovered, arms crossed. His face was still regenerating from the earlier ki blast.
"I remember a certain Vegeta double-teaming me at the Cell Games," Cell replied nastily.
Foreign glanced to him before looking back to Gohan. She didn't want to admit it, but launching attack at that boy had been difficult. She was amazed that yes, he was a boy, and yet he could keep up with both her AND Cell.
"I won't give up!" In a spout of anger, Gohan launched himself up to fight again.
-_-_-_-
"Delightful!" Creator spun around in his chair, giggling madly. "This fight might turn out interesting indeed. A strong little squirt, this Gohan is!" He turned his attention back to the computer, immediately serious. "How long until the code is transferred to Foreign?"
The computer buzzed. "Two minutes," it replied stoically.
Creator clapped his hands together, lounging back in his chair. "Good! Two more minutes to enjoy a nice, normal fight. Then things WILL get hectic! I bet my sister wouldn't think I'd wait to strike at this time!"
Creator erupted into laughter again.
-_-_-_-
Phaythe leaned over her consol, peering intently at the battle that was taking place on earth.
-Poor Gohan...I don't want to hurt him...
Why did it have to come to this?!
It ALWAYS comes to killing!-
Sighing, she bit her lip, wringing her hands together as she continued to watch.
-Maybe this was a bad idea...-
-_-_-_-
Houyoku thought the boy was very strange. The way he walked, the way he talked--with the oddest little sounds!--the way he kept staring at everything. Even his hands and feet.
But Houyoku liked him. He kept her mind off her old friend...
Squeegle immediately noticed Houyoku face darken as she looked at the ground. Squeegle stopped walking, causing Houyoku to stop as well. Smiling cheerily, Squeegle bent down--nearly falling over again--and plucked a nice purple flower from the ground. Holding it out to Houyoku, his smile widened in a 'Don't be sad!' way.
Houyoku looked to the flower, then Squeegle, then the flower. Suddenly she had a smile taht mirrored Squeegle's. Ignoring the flower, Houyoku squeaked and threw herself at Squeegle in a tight hug.
Squeegle, still trying to get used to balancing on legs, of course fell. He hit the dirt and so did Houyoku. Houyoku blinked and started laughing silently again. Squeegle joined in, making little 'Squee-hee!' sounds.
A voice suddenly snapped them from their laughter. "Who's there?"
Houyoku froze up, staring intently at the path through the trees. Squeegle pulled himself up and stood, blinking curiously at the direction of the voice.
"Hello?" The voice came again.
Squeegle looked to Houyoku, unsure of what to do. Houyoku looked back, just as unsure. She didn't know the voice.
The appearance of a blue-haired woman with deep blue eyes caused them both to scuttle back in unison.
The woman blinked in surprise, then held up a hand in a smile. "Hey there...don't be scared..."
Squeegle and Houyoku exchanged glances again as the woman took another step forward, still smiling in a friendly manner.
"My name's Bulma."
-_-_-_-
Gohan was tiring. Less than a minute had gone by, at leas that's what it felt like. But both Foreign and Cell double-teaming him was starting to have an effect on his endurance.
But he had to admit, he was putting up a good front. Cell was mostly effected, Gohan could tell--Cell was so full of hatred and malice towards him, it was showing in the blind delivery of the android's attacks. Besides, he was in his Imperfect form, which made him more vulnerable. Gohan was still trying to figure out Foreign's fighting style, but he was getting accustomed to it. She liked getting behind him to try and launch a sneak attack at his back every other try.
But he was still losing.
-I should have trained!-
Cell was laughing maniacally in his mind. Gohan was tiring! He was going to win!
He was FINALLY going to have his revenge!
Foreign, on the other hand, was getting sick of this. Why was she fighting Cell's fights for him?!
-Because Cell would have a good chance of losing if just he and Gohan were fighting.
Not that I care.-
But the ponderings of the three fighting was interrupted as a cold, familiar voice rang through the air.
"And I thought we had cleaned up all the scum!"
All three paused fighting and whipped to look at the voice.
Cell felt his heart chill. He had been so wrapped up in extracting revenge on Gohan he hadn't even noticed another ki approaching!
Foreign frowned, a tinge of worry dancing behind her eyes. This could certainly complicate things... -Maybe we dug in too deep...-
Gohan's face broke into a wide smile as he looked up at the newcomer.
"Vegeta!"
((Well, I just couldn't discontinue a good fic I had invested most of my time in. So, it's continuing.
The next chapter will be the last. Anxious? Don't worry, I should have it out soon.
Even though no one might read this, at least I've actually been able to complete a fanfiction. Makes me feel fulfilled.
I hope you enjoy this, whoever's reading. Please stay tuned for the grand finale!))