Author's Note: I can't write fight scenes well. Very few people can.
They just aren't meant to be in written form. I've had this chapter planned
out for a while, but never really wanted to work on it. I didn't think that
it would turn out well, but surprisingly there was more thoughtfulness in
this chapter than any others I have written so far, which I always like. It
didn't turn out anything like I expected, and was rather shorter than I
thought it would be, but it felt like an appropriate place to end it. I
originally had Cell and Pikkon fighting in the final, but Cell got
introspective and deep and didn't feel like it. I now know what authors
mean when they say they have no control over how their characters do
things. After this chapter, I'll start writing more, because the basic
outline of the chapters will be more to my liking. My lack of enthusiasm
probably showed through in the short length of the fight scenes in the last
chapter. Most of them are accurate. I took notes on the otherworld
tournament episodes, so all the quarterfinalists are the same, except I
replaced a character named Tapcar with Cell, and switch the fights around a
bit to suit my preferences.
The two fighters stood posed, with smiles of anticipation gracing their lips. Both knew the other had yet to use their full potential. Both fully intended to make them do so. They met in the middle with devastating force, opposite fists vibrating with the impact, but neither seemed to notice the pain that should have come with such a meeting. Pikkon dodged left, Goku right, and then both disappeared. "Where. . ." Olibu glanced at Cell, who was looking up. Straight up. The sound of two titans crashing reverberated throughout the arena, stirring the air like a hurricane. By then all had found where the two fighters were located, but very few could see them, they were so high up. Even Cell had to strain his eyes, but had to close them when two blasts that had brilliance that rivaled the solar flare smashed into each other, both energy beams straining for superiority over the other. The blue energy, that of Pikkon's, was overcoming that of the red, but Goku abruptly let up and dropped. With no opposing energy to fight, Pikkon's blast kept on going, but Pikkon himself went in the opposite direction when Goku slammed into him from the side, sending him into an asteroid. Pikkon managed a flip and landed on his feet, using the asteroid to rebound back to Goku, managing to smash an elbow into the saiyan's stomach sending him back towards the ground, where Goku crashed into the white tile floor, sending pieces of arena dust flying. Pikkon landed just as Goku stood up. Neither were hurt against all logic, and both were still smiling.
"You're still holding back." "So are you." "Alright. How about we both take it up a notch? Just to make things interesting." "Fine by me." Pikkon yanked off his turban, then his white outer-robe, throwing both to the edge of the arena, where they made a crater roughly three feet deep upon hitting the ground. Cell raised an eyebrow. He was even most like Piccolo than it originally appeared. "I see you have weighted clothing. You would like a friend of mine, Piccolo. He's a lot like you." So, Goku noticed the resemblance as well.
"It's your turn, Goku. Show me your true power." Goku didn't answer, his only answer a smirk that would have looked more appropriate on Vegeta, Frieza, Cell himself, or. . . or perhaps Gohan, at his most powerful, after he shed that timid human guise to reveal his true nature. The nature that he had feared would make his mother realize she had born a monster, and hate him as she had once hated Piccolo. The second soul he feared would overtake him, as it had overtaken him, for it was the stronger.
Cell's thoughts snapped back to the present as Goku's power began to rise, noticeable to most of the crowd only because of the dust that swirled around him. His aura flickered from blue to gold, before it steadied out in the bright brilliance that rivaled the sun. With the poise of a true saiyan Goku stood transformed, with icy emerald ices and golden hair that was untamed and forever wild, much like the super-saiyan himself. He didn't resemble Gohan now, despite the obvious familial aspects. His power was calm, and didn't shake with the maliciousness that had dripped off of his son in waves as he had tortured Cell, as he had tried to slowly take the android apart. Cell was glad for that. He could accept Goku, Goku the saiyan without a drop of cruelty in his entire being, whose life was spent in protection of the innocent. Cell didn't possess the goodness that Goku brimmed with, but the control he could respect. Goku's innocence and purity seemed to balance out the evil that permeated Cell's soul, but Cell harnessed his evil as Goku controlled his power. Why he was thinking of this now, now with possibly the greatest fight he would ever witness at hand, was beyond him, but Cell knew that he never wanted to become like Gohan. He never wanted to lose control of the evil in his soul, for screams would rebound throughout the heavens for eternity if the monster was released. That was the reason Cell knew entering this tournament was a mistake as he watched Goku and Pikkon move in a graceful dance of fists and power. There was not a movement wasted, instincts brought to the forefront but never overtaking them, neither giving into the battle-lust that all warriors struggled to contain. That Cell had been created to let loose. That he could never fully control when at his strongest.
He barely noticed when Pikkon let loose his Hyper Tornado Attack, almost cutting Goku to pieces before he managed to escape. His interest was lost. Both fighters landed on the ceiling of the arena, sent blasts towards each other, and Cell duly noted this as realization dawned on him. He hadn't finalized his decision until Pikkon used his ultimate attack, the Thunderflash Attack that had a lot of posing and took a long time to perform, but ended with an unblockable column of fire that sent a swath through the crowd. Of course, Goku managed to stay within the ring. Pikkon used it twice more, but Cell no longer cared who won. He was already turning away when Goku dodged the final Thunderflash with an Instant Transmission and knocked Pikkon out of the ring into a wall, ending the battle and winning the match. He didn't notice until Goku was cheering and ran towards him after shaking Pikkon's hand. "What a match that was! Pikkon's a great fighter, but I can't wait for our fight. You'll have to wait a minute, though. I'm a bit wasted from that fight with Pikkon. . ." "Goku, enough." Goku stopped. "Huh? What is it Cell?" "You win, Goku. I forfeit. You win the tournament." "But, but you can't!" "Why not, Goku? Turnabout is fair play, if you will. Now, if you'll excuse me." "I know you're not afraid of losing. You love to fight. Why won't you fight me?" Cell stood with his back to the saiyan, not saying anything for long enough that Goku wondered if he was going to answer at all. Then, quietly, "Good- bye, Goku. Perhaps I'll see you later." "You can count on it! Tournament or no tournament, we're going to fight again." Hesitance, then a nod.
Goku was still grinning even after Cell had Instant Transmissioned back to the checking station. It was in this state that North Kai found him. "Goku, you did great! Now get Cell, so you can fight. Have fun. I'm going to go collect my planet from West Kai." "He isn't fighting." "Huh? Oh whatever, I won the bet, it doesn't matter anyway." North Kai walked towards West Kai with a devilish grin. It was a few minutes later that Goku heard a shriek of distress from North Kai, and a laugh of relief from West. "What do you mean, disqualified?!"
The two fighters stood posed, with smiles of anticipation gracing their lips. Both knew the other had yet to use their full potential. Both fully intended to make them do so. They met in the middle with devastating force, opposite fists vibrating with the impact, but neither seemed to notice the pain that should have come with such a meeting. Pikkon dodged left, Goku right, and then both disappeared. "Where. . ." Olibu glanced at Cell, who was looking up. Straight up. The sound of two titans crashing reverberated throughout the arena, stirring the air like a hurricane. By then all had found where the two fighters were located, but very few could see them, they were so high up. Even Cell had to strain his eyes, but had to close them when two blasts that had brilliance that rivaled the solar flare smashed into each other, both energy beams straining for superiority over the other. The blue energy, that of Pikkon's, was overcoming that of the red, but Goku abruptly let up and dropped. With no opposing energy to fight, Pikkon's blast kept on going, but Pikkon himself went in the opposite direction when Goku slammed into him from the side, sending him into an asteroid. Pikkon managed a flip and landed on his feet, using the asteroid to rebound back to Goku, managing to smash an elbow into the saiyan's stomach sending him back towards the ground, where Goku crashed into the white tile floor, sending pieces of arena dust flying. Pikkon landed just as Goku stood up. Neither were hurt against all logic, and both were still smiling.
"You're still holding back." "So are you." "Alright. How about we both take it up a notch? Just to make things interesting." "Fine by me." Pikkon yanked off his turban, then his white outer-robe, throwing both to the edge of the arena, where they made a crater roughly three feet deep upon hitting the ground. Cell raised an eyebrow. He was even most like Piccolo than it originally appeared. "I see you have weighted clothing. You would like a friend of mine, Piccolo. He's a lot like you." So, Goku noticed the resemblance as well.
"It's your turn, Goku. Show me your true power." Goku didn't answer, his only answer a smirk that would have looked more appropriate on Vegeta, Frieza, Cell himself, or. . . or perhaps Gohan, at his most powerful, after he shed that timid human guise to reveal his true nature. The nature that he had feared would make his mother realize she had born a monster, and hate him as she had once hated Piccolo. The second soul he feared would overtake him, as it had overtaken him, for it was the stronger.
Cell's thoughts snapped back to the present as Goku's power began to rise, noticeable to most of the crowd only because of the dust that swirled around him. His aura flickered from blue to gold, before it steadied out in the bright brilliance that rivaled the sun. With the poise of a true saiyan Goku stood transformed, with icy emerald ices and golden hair that was untamed and forever wild, much like the super-saiyan himself. He didn't resemble Gohan now, despite the obvious familial aspects. His power was calm, and didn't shake with the maliciousness that had dripped off of his son in waves as he had tortured Cell, as he had tried to slowly take the android apart. Cell was glad for that. He could accept Goku, Goku the saiyan without a drop of cruelty in his entire being, whose life was spent in protection of the innocent. Cell didn't possess the goodness that Goku brimmed with, but the control he could respect. Goku's innocence and purity seemed to balance out the evil that permeated Cell's soul, but Cell harnessed his evil as Goku controlled his power. Why he was thinking of this now, now with possibly the greatest fight he would ever witness at hand, was beyond him, but Cell knew that he never wanted to become like Gohan. He never wanted to lose control of the evil in his soul, for screams would rebound throughout the heavens for eternity if the monster was released. That was the reason Cell knew entering this tournament was a mistake as he watched Goku and Pikkon move in a graceful dance of fists and power. There was not a movement wasted, instincts brought to the forefront but never overtaking them, neither giving into the battle-lust that all warriors struggled to contain. That Cell had been created to let loose. That he could never fully control when at his strongest.
He barely noticed when Pikkon let loose his Hyper Tornado Attack, almost cutting Goku to pieces before he managed to escape. His interest was lost. Both fighters landed on the ceiling of the arena, sent blasts towards each other, and Cell duly noted this as realization dawned on him. He hadn't finalized his decision until Pikkon used his ultimate attack, the Thunderflash Attack that had a lot of posing and took a long time to perform, but ended with an unblockable column of fire that sent a swath through the crowd. Of course, Goku managed to stay within the ring. Pikkon used it twice more, but Cell no longer cared who won. He was already turning away when Goku dodged the final Thunderflash with an Instant Transmission and knocked Pikkon out of the ring into a wall, ending the battle and winning the match. He didn't notice until Goku was cheering and ran towards him after shaking Pikkon's hand. "What a match that was! Pikkon's a great fighter, but I can't wait for our fight. You'll have to wait a minute, though. I'm a bit wasted from that fight with Pikkon. . ." "Goku, enough." Goku stopped. "Huh? What is it Cell?" "You win, Goku. I forfeit. You win the tournament." "But, but you can't!" "Why not, Goku? Turnabout is fair play, if you will. Now, if you'll excuse me." "I know you're not afraid of losing. You love to fight. Why won't you fight me?" Cell stood with his back to the saiyan, not saying anything for long enough that Goku wondered if he was going to answer at all. Then, quietly, "Good- bye, Goku. Perhaps I'll see you later." "You can count on it! Tournament or no tournament, we're going to fight again." Hesitance, then a nod.
Goku was still grinning even after Cell had Instant Transmissioned back to the checking station. It was in this state that North Kai found him. "Goku, you did great! Now get Cell, so you can fight. Have fun. I'm going to go collect my planet from West Kai." "He isn't fighting." "Huh? Oh whatever, I won the bet, it doesn't matter anyway." North Kai walked towards West Kai with a devilish grin. It was a few minutes later that Goku heard a shriek of distress from North Kai, and a laugh of relief from West. "What do you mean, disqualified?!"