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Cell's Offensive
by
EZRyder
High flying in the sky, a V-formation of dots shot south west towards the last coordinates that 83 had given for the Super Saiyan and his friend.
"She really does know her robotics," chuckled 22 to herself. Her slender frame hid the extreme power that resided within her central power core. Being trained as a fighter before her transformation had made her incredibly powerful.
She then leaned back at the monstrosities that were following her, even she was in awe of these things. Cell's Marauders were their nicknames, and they deserved it. Devoid of all emotion or humanity, these were the master's secret weapon against the rebels that had resisted him in the north and their mysterious leader that had opposed him.
"30 minutes to the coordinates," she shouted, but not one of them seemed to blink. They just seemed to push their speed in order to surpass 22. She turned around and faced her squad in mid air, blowing her black hair forward. "Hey I am the leader of this mission, stay in formation."
They did not respond and pushed passed her. 22 would not be dealt with this kind of disrespect. She pushed her self to the limit. The strain of her circuitry and the heat of her body increased her speed twofold, but she could not catch them.
Whatever these Marauders were, they were in a hurry and not waiting around for her.
22 frowned. "What the hell is this," she muttered, and pushed to keep up.
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"Trunks?" said the leader.
"You," shouted Trunks. "You died, I watched you die." Trunks stood watching staring at the Android that had helped Gohan in the final battle against the original Cell. Android 16.
16 and Trunks stared at each other for a moment of silence. The others stood their staring curiously at their compatriots surprised recognition of each other.
16 broke the silence first and gestured with one hand. "Come into my office," said 16 in an orderly fashion. The monotone voice rang with a subtle humanity that Trunks had not seen in the other 16.
Trunks nodded to Videl and moved past the guards to enter 16's office.
The office however was more a tech lab/war room then any office Trunks had ever seen. Computers lined the two sidewalls, a huge screen sat in the center of the far wall with various consoles underneath them.
As soon as they walked in 16 shut the door. "Trunks, I must tell you right off to not call me 16 outside the privacy of the two of us. They do not know that I am an android and I feel that this revelation would jeopardize everything that we have worked for here," spoke 16 with as much earnest as his computer brain could muster.
Trunks nodded. "So Leader," he spoke. "What is going on her, why is everything so wrong?"
A swiveling metal chair sat in front of the screen, it looked dreadfully uncomfortable to sit in. 16 fortunately had no notion of comfort or pain, just damage and normality. He sat in the chair and clicked a few keys on one of the consoles and a profile of Trunks appeared on the screen. 16 turned the chair to face Trunks.
"Trunks Brief, Son of Bulma Brief and Vegitia, age 17, occupation: Z fighter, last seen: 2 years ago Capsule Corporation compound," recited the android on the information regarding Trunks. 16 lowered his head as he went on. "Current whereabouts: Unknown . . . presumed dead." This last sentence was not spoken in the androids monotone voice, but in a more questioning manner.
"The question that should be asked is where have you been Trunks?" demanded 16 softly, he slowly looked up with his android like expression. "I have been fighting this war for 2 years and I have yet to feel your presence until today."
"I was not here," replied Trunks. " I did not appear in this place until today, I was time traveling."
16 nodded. "Where did you come from?" he asked
"The past about 15 I mean 17 years ago I guess. In that time I battled Cell and the other Androids," said Trunks, getting a little tired of telling this story.
"If you battled them in the past and are standing here alive, therefore you have beaten them," spoke 16. Trunks nodded. "Then may I ask why the Androids and Cell still exist?" He got up from the chair and moved right up to Trunks. Trunks eyed 16's red Mohawk and black and green jump suit as it had been tarnished and singed signifying the battle damage he had taken in his resistance of Cell.
"Okay, I will tell you the story from the beginning," sighed Trunks.
"Then I will tell you why you are in the wrong place at the right time," replied 16.
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Videl leaned against the wall of the corridor leading to the leader's office. "What are they doing?" she mumbled, as she gazed at her watch. It had been a good half hour since they had gone in, and now Videl was getting impatient.
The guards stood at rigid attention, but even they were showing signs of agitation at this stranger being with their leader for so long. Videl leaned with her arms crossed and faced the floor, what was taking them so long?
The sound of scrambling footsteps could be heard down the corridor. Videl turned in the direction of the noise to see her father, Hercule Satan, scrambling to meet her. The two guards snapped to rigid attention as they recognized the second in command of Safe Haven.
"Videl," spoke Hercule with a sign of relief. "I heard what happened on the surface are you alright." He ran right up to her and placed his hands on her shoulder. His hair was receding but he still looked as mighty as he did in his championship days. He was wearing his ceremonial brown gi with white pants.
Videl nodded. "Yeah dad, I was saved by this guy named Trunks, he is incredible."
Hercule narrowed his eyes and looked at his daughter curiously. "Videl." he said questioningly. "You do not like this boy do you?"
"Oh daddy, he is far too young for me, but he is totally awesome," she said blushingly. "He tore those androids apart and then he turned golden. He's like an angel."
"An ANGEL," shouted Mr. Satan. "Videl, I forbid you from seeing this boy." His voice now sounding two octaves higher
"Dad," said Videl, an obvious grimace had appeared in her face. "Its not like that, he is beyond anything I have ever seen before. Besides I am old enough to do what I want." She leaned in close to her father, "and you shouldn't freak out in front of the men. It looks bad for your image."
Mr. Satan looked over his shoulders at the two guards who were struggling to stay at attention. The sides of their mouths were creeping into a smile. Hercule was unaware of the guards and now that he had been caught he had to fix himself up. Grabbing the opening of his usual brown gi he stood as regally as he could. "I guess the only way to show you how awesome this boy is, is to take him on myself and prove to you how much of an angel he is not," spoke Hercule and then let out a roaring laugh.
"Oh Dad," muttered Videl as she slapped her forehead with her hand. Her dad had not changed even during these years of hardship. He was still a stubborn, overprotective ego maniac; but she still loved him for it. Even with times this tough he still had time to laugh.
The laughter did not last as the wail of a siren tore through the corridor. Videl snapped to combatant attention and listened for what type of alarm it was. To her dread it was the alarm of androids entering the outer perimeter of Safe Haven.
One of the guards grabbed his radio and called the command center for information. He listened in as the operator was relaying the information. The door behind the guards opened and the leader walked out followed by a solemn looking Trunks. She walked over to him and his face looked devastated. "What's wrong?" she asked.
He looked at her and just shook his head, a cue not to ask about it right now. She turned back the guard who was filling the leader in with what the alert was about.
16 turned to Trunks. "Trunks, my scouts report a formation of 7 androids heading our way, these ones are different except for one. The leader is much lower in power compared to it's compatriots," announced 16. "Trunks, I must ask you to leave Safe Haven, and assist me in driving off the intruders. Even at this depth they will still sense your power reading. I cannot allow you to jeopardize all of us. You must go to the surface and meet them head on, I will support you in any way I can."
Trunks nodded and moved towards the control center exit. Videl watched him as he left, that look in his face was devastating. Whatever the leader had said to him and totally taken that fire from his eyes. "Wait I will help you Trunks," she called and went after him. She got two steps before a hand grabbed her by the shoulder.
"You cannot help him," spoke the leader. "These things are something I have never seen before. They are far more powerful then the androids. You will just get in the way"
"What about Trunks," she cried, struggling to get free but he would not release her.
"He has to face them alone," the leader said. "It is the only way to test if he is ready to face Cell."
"What the hell is up there," shouted Videl at the leader.
"The Past," replied the leader.
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A/N - Its been a long time, I almost forgot about this story. Then I got the itch to write again so here is Chapter 5, no action just a bit of sub character development. The next chapter is going to be better, lots of surprises and action.
-5-
Cell's Offensive
by
EZRyder
High flying in the sky, a V-formation of dots shot south west towards the last coordinates that 83 had given for the Super Saiyan and his friend.
"She really does know her robotics," chuckled 22 to herself. Her slender frame hid the extreme power that resided within her central power core. Being trained as a fighter before her transformation had made her incredibly powerful.
She then leaned back at the monstrosities that were following her, even she was in awe of these things. Cell's Marauders were their nicknames, and they deserved it. Devoid of all emotion or humanity, these were the master's secret weapon against the rebels that had resisted him in the north and their mysterious leader that had opposed him.
"30 minutes to the coordinates," she shouted, but not one of them seemed to blink. They just seemed to push their speed in order to surpass 22. She turned around and faced her squad in mid air, blowing her black hair forward. "Hey I am the leader of this mission, stay in formation."
They did not respond and pushed passed her. 22 would not be dealt with this kind of disrespect. She pushed her self to the limit. The strain of her circuitry and the heat of her body increased her speed twofold, but she could not catch them.
Whatever these Marauders were, they were in a hurry and not waiting around for her.
22 frowned. "What the hell is this," she muttered, and pushed to keep up.
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"Trunks?" said the leader.
"You," shouted Trunks. "You died, I watched you die." Trunks stood watching staring at the Android that had helped Gohan in the final battle against the original Cell. Android 16.
16 and Trunks stared at each other for a moment of silence. The others stood their staring curiously at their compatriots surprised recognition of each other.
16 broke the silence first and gestured with one hand. "Come into my office," said 16 in an orderly fashion. The monotone voice rang with a subtle humanity that Trunks had not seen in the other 16.
Trunks nodded to Videl and moved past the guards to enter 16's office.
The office however was more a tech lab/war room then any office Trunks had ever seen. Computers lined the two sidewalls, a huge screen sat in the center of the far wall with various consoles underneath them.
As soon as they walked in 16 shut the door. "Trunks, I must tell you right off to not call me 16 outside the privacy of the two of us. They do not know that I am an android and I feel that this revelation would jeopardize everything that we have worked for here," spoke 16 with as much earnest as his computer brain could muster.
Trunks nodded. "So Leader," he spoke. "What is going on her, why is everything so wrong?"
A swiveling metal chair sat in front of the screen, it looked dreadfully uncomfortable to sit in. 16 fortunately had no notion of comfort or pain, just damage and normality. He sat in the chair and clicked a few keys on one of the consoles and a profile of Trunks appeared on the screen. 16 turned the chair to face Trunks.
"Trunks Brief, Son of Bulma Brief and Vegitia, age 17, occupation: Z fighter, last seen: 2 years ago Capsule Corporation compound," recited the android on the information regarding Trunks. 16 lowered his head as he went on. "Current whereabouts: Unknown . . . presumed dead." This last sentence was not spoken in the androids monotone voice, but in a more questioning manner.
"The question that should be asked is where have you been Trunks?" demanded 16 softly, he slowly looked up with his android like expression. "I have been fighting this war for 2 years and I have yet to feel your presence until today."
"I was not here," replied Trunks. " I did not appear in this place until today, I was time traveling."
16 nodded. "Where did you come from?" he asked
"The past about 15 I mean 17 years ago I guess. In that time I battled Cell and the other Androids," said Trunks, getting a little tired of telling this story.
"If you battled them in the past and are standing here alive, therefore you have beaten them," spoke 16. Trunks nodded. "Then may I ask why the Androids and Cell still exist?" He got up from the chair and moved right up to Trunks. Trunks eyed 16's red Mohawk and black and green jump suit as it had been tarnished and singed signifying the battle damage he had taken in his resistance of Cell.
"Okay, I will tell you the story from the beginning," sighed Trunks.
"Then I will tell you why you are in the wrong place at the right time," replied 16.
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Videl leaned against the wall of the corridor leading to the leader's office. "What are they doing?" she mumbled, as she gazed at her watch. It had been a good half hour since they had gone in, and now Videl was getting impatient.
The guards stood at rigid attention, but even they were showing signs of agitation at this stranger being with their leader for so long. Videl leaned with her arms crossed and faced the floor, what was taking them so long?
The sound of scrambling footsteps could be heard down the corridor. Videl turned in the direction of the noise to see her father, Hercule Satan, scrambling to meet her. The two guards snapped to rigid attention as they recognized the second in command of Safe Haven.
"Videl," spoke Hercule with a sign of relief. "I heard what happened on the surface are you alright." He ran right up to her and placed his hands on her shoulder. His hair was receding but he still looked as mighty as he did in his championship days. He was wearing his ceremonial brown gi with white pants.
Videl nodded. "Yeah dad, I was saved by this guy named Trunks, he is incredible."
Hercule narrowed his eyes and looked at his daughter curiously. "Videl." he said questioningly. "You do not like this boy do you?"
"Oh daddy, he is far too young for me, but he is totally awesome," she said blushingly. "He tore those androids apart and then he turned golden. He's like an angel."
"An ANGEL," shouted Mr. Satan. "Videl, I forbid you from seeing this boy." His voice now sounding two octaves higher
"Dad," said Videl, an obvious grimace had appeared in her face. "Its not like that, he is beyond anything I have ever seen before. Besides I am old enough to do what I want." She leaned in close to her father, "and you shouldn't freak out in front of the men. It looks bad for your image."
Mr. Satan looked over his shoulders at the two guards who were struggling to stay at attention. The sides of their mouths were creeping into a smile. Hercule was unaware of the guards and now that he had been caught he had to fix himself up. Grabbing the opening of his usual brown gi he stood as regally as he could. "I guess the only way to show you how awesome this boy is, is to take him on myself and prove to you how much of an angel he is not," spoke Hercule and then let out a roaring laugh.
"Oh Dad," muttered Videl as she slapped her forehead with her hand. Her dad had not changed even during these years of hardship. He was still a stubborn, overprotective ego maniac; but she still loved him for it. Even with times this tough he still had time to laugh.
The laughter did not last as the wail of a siren tore through the corridor. Videl snapped to combatant attention and listened for what type of alarm it was. To her dread it was the alarm of androids entering the outer perimeter of Safe Haven.
One of the guards grabbed his radio and called the command center for information. He listened in as the operator was relaying the information. The door behind the guards opened and the leader walked out followed by a solemn looking Trunks. She walked over to him and his face looked devastated. "What's wrong?" she asked.
He looked at her and just shook his head, a cue not to ask about it right now. She turned back the guard who was filling the leader in with what the alert was about.
16 turned to Trunks. "Trunks, my scouts report a formation of 7 androids heading our way, these ones are different except for one. The leader is much lower in power compared to it's compatriots," announced 16. "Trunks, I must ask you to leave Safe Haven, and assist me in driving off the intruders. Even at this depth they will still sense your power reading. I cannot allow you to jeopardize all of us. You must go to the surface and meet them head on, I will support you in any way I can."
Trunks nodded and moved towards the control center exit. Videl watched him as he left, that look in his face was devastating. Whatever the leader had said to him and totally taken that fire from his eyes. "Wait I will help you Trunks," she called and went after him. She got two steps before a hand grabbed her by the shoulder.
"You cannot help him," spoke the leader. "These things are something I have never seen before. They are far more powerful then the androids. You will just get in the way"
"What about Trunks," she cried, struggling to get free but he would not release her.
"He has to face them alone," the leader said. "It is the only way to test if he is ready to face Cell."
"What the hell is up there," shouted Videl at the leader.
"The Past," replied the leader.
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A/N - Its been a long time, I almost forgot about this story. Then I got the itch to write again so here is Chapter 5, no action just a bit of sub character development. The next chapter is going to be better, lots of surprises and action.