Save the Day

It's been a long while. I know I suck. So here's goes, the second to the last chapter of this little side jaunt.

I don't own Dragonball Z or the characters associated. I do however lay claim to Kilik, Kabu and this universe's version of Cell. I like to call him Mirai.

Chapter Nine

"So everything's set?"

"It would seem that way."

The lavender haired Demi didn't appear convinced. His brother couldn't rightly blame him though; Cell and Kilik weren't known around here for being the most dependable or for that matter stable of people. It made the boy with the dual toned hair wonder why Trunks had initially come to Kilik with the idea in the first place.

"Cell's okay with this?"

"I suppose. I'm not the one that talked to him though." Kabu said as he leaned back into the office chair.

He took the time to get a better look at the lab that half Saiyan brother and his mother shared. He hadn't really been in here since he was a little boy. Once Trunks had discovered that his baby brother had no interest what's so ever in science and technology he stopped bugging him to help out.

"Yeah." Trunks said a bit strained. "Pan mentioned something about Kilik stomping back into the house in a fit. What's the deal with her and…uh…Cell? I thought they were pretty good friend but…"

"They've been sending weird vibes lately and you wondered if they were more than that." Kabu finished.

"…"

"My, Trunks," The teenager grinned. "You've actually pulled your head out of this lab long enough to find out what going on around here."

"No. Actually I'm the one that brought it up." A voice chimed in.

Kabu turned the chair around to get a better look. It was the Demi's mom. Miss Bulma Briefs as lively and lovely as ever. Even in the oil stained jumpsuit and messy ponytail. The woman didn't look a day over thirty. Nevertheless, Son Kabu might have been considered a bit biased when it came to the woman. She had been his first crush after all. A secret that he would take to the grave. Though, he did have a feeling that the blued haired beauty knew about his little infatuation.

"Those too should really just fuck and get it over with." Bulma added before turning back the to the computer screen.

She was running a diagnostic on the time machine's navigation system and making last minute adjustments. The comment she'd just made however had not gone unnoticed by Mr. Briefs.

"Mother!" he screamed, his face blooming red in embarrassment.

Kabu merely laughed.

"What!" The azure eyed scientist said as she turned from her work. "You've got to be kidding me Trunks." She grinned. "Those two have got it so bad for each other that it's pitiful. They sort of remind me of me and your dad. Cept, Vegeta wasn't as near as moody as Cell…or as tall. And I wasn't as much as a tomboy." She continued thoughtfully, "Y'know I always thought that Kilik would be into girls."

"Mom!" Trunks howled.

Kabu cackled in response. He wondered where Trunks had gotten his weird preoccupation with blushing and being embarrassed by sex talk. He didn't blush about it. Meaning Trunks couldn't have gotten it from Vegeta, because Dende knows that he nor Goten cared about it. Which meant that it could have also been Goku who'd give Kabu the 'unembarrassed in the face of sex talk' gene. It definitely wasn't Bulma that had give Trunks the blushing/embarrassment gene. So…maybe it was something that came from further back in the demi gene pool. Hell, Kabu didn't know, nor did he genuinely care for that matter. All he knew was that he quite enjoyed watching his big brother squirm.

Bulma walked over to the highly amused Saiyan boy and looked him straight in the eye before yelling:

"Get out!" Bulma chirped. "I knew it! I knew it!"

Trunks being thoroughly confused by the exchanges just watch the unfolding scene in wide eyed interest.

"Mom," Trunks started. "I don't think that we should be discussing Kilik and Cell's…uh…y'know… sex life."

The son of the blue haired genius' face was blushing so badly that Kabu had almost felt sorry for him.

"Oh of course we should." A new voice entered the conversation.

Goten giddily pulled up a chair and flopped down. Kabu grinned in his big brother's direction. Goten was almost as much of a whore for gossip as Bulma was. Trunks turned to his mate and gave a brief look of annoyance.

"Seriously though guys." The lavender haired young man sighed. "It's just sort of freaks me out. It hard for me to imagine Cell…you know."

Bulma smiled in her uncomfortable son's direction.

"Aww, that's just cause you don't know him." Kabu chimed in. "He's just as horny as the rest of us Saiyans."

Bulma stifled a laugh from her position back at the main computer.

"Besides that," Bulma added. "Around here everybody's sex life is everyone else's sex life…it's that right Goten?"

"But of course!" The black haired Demi confirmed. "It's not like this place is full 'o excitement anyway now is it, dear?" The Son sibling directed to his mate.

"You guys are awful." He sighed at set back to work.

Kabu sat back and took in the eccentricities of his odd little family. He was really going to miss these guys. He'd have to tell them so. And soon.

Two days later…

"Tomorrow's the big day, huh?"

Kilik hadn't even noticed that she was there. Though, on second thought, this was where the woman always was. It was as if ChiChi slept in the kitchen. She smiled weakly at the older woman and watched her as she sent about taking pit the necessary foods that would be needed to fix lunch for a house full of Saiyans.

"Yeah, I guess." The brown haired girl replied.

I felt so weird talking about it. Kilik and everyone else seemed to think it was best to ignore the fact that they would be leaving for the past tomorrow. Never to return. If things had been planned properly they would not be able to. Bulma had everything worked out. She'd used the information that she'd gained from Mirai Trunks when he'd visited them for his future so long ago. They wouldn't make the mistake that the boy and that Miss Bulma Briefs had made. There would be no timeline hopping for them. They would be traveling to the past of their own dimension.

Kilik had tried her best not to think about the fact that the people that she had always known her friends and family to be would very well be lost to her forever upon going on this journey. She dared not think about how strange it would be for her and the others. She had intended on just absorbing everything as best she could. Life had been hard for them all but they had made it through. She admired the people that these people had become in the face of it and she never wanted to forget them.

ChiChi sat he down at the table and place a Saiyan sized snack in front of her.

"I'm sure you're hungry." Her dark haired mother figure said. "You missed breakfast this morning. That's not like you." She added with a grin.

The teenager blushed. It was turn if there was one thing that she took seriously it was breakfast. It was the most important meal of the day. But so was lunch. And dinner. And those wonderful afternoon snacks. Yep, eating was something that her Saiyan blood demanded in full force.

She had been locked her room. She'd heard Cell coming in this morning after having been missing for the past few days. She had not the courage to face him after their exchange in the woods. It would seem that he'd felt the same at the time. So she'd missed breakfast in an effort to avoid him. Something that her stomach had vehemently protested since then. Thus, the reason for her presence in the kitchen well before lunch time.

"Cell showed up this morning." ChiChi offered. "He looked so tired and worn. I worry about that boy."

She was referring to odd appearance of the green haired Saiyan early this morning. He'd quietly come through the back door covered in dirt and leaves. Normally ChiChi would have gone postal if it hadn't been for the way the teenager had been looking. She'd always know that the boy was a bit strange. He had always been so terribly moody. He'd just walked past her with a weak greeting and gone to his room. She suspected he'd gone to clean up because he showed up an hour later to have breakfast with the rest of the household. He didn't say much as usual and ate more than four times the amount of food he normally did. And left again as soon as the meal was over.

ChiChi hoped that he'd been happier once everything got fixed. She had so much hope for what Trunks and the others planned to do. Although, she had not gotten too much into the details. Things would be better for everyone once the kids went back and took care of things. She just knew they would.

Kilik had always found it strange that ChiChi had always worried so much about Cell. It was down right odd. He had been the one to take her first born child from her and destroyed everything that she'd known. But she'd been the first to forgive him once she'd learned of the presence that resided inside of him. The Saiyan girl supposed that it was much easier to blame the android Cell for everything.

"That creature had been born for destruction." She'd said. She found it hard to believe that 'such a gentle boy' (Cell) could be capable of 'such Kami awful things'.

Kilik of course believed. But she also knew that Cell wasn't as innocent as he seemed to be. She stared down at her plate of food, biting down into her sandwich. How was she going to deal with that green haired bastard? He and Kabu would be all the support that she would have once they left here.

He had needed a change of scenery. Something other than the mountains and woods that reminded him of the family that he'd grown to enjoy. The dusty boulders and desolate landscape of this red sanded desert seemed good enough.

Everyone in that house had begun to remind him of what he was and all the terrible things he had done. Especially, Kilik. He truly was sorry for the way he'd treated her.

So Cell had decided to stay away until the time came for him to leave. That plan had worked out perfectly for the past few days. That was until this morning when he awoke he had the overwhelming urge to see them. Not to mention he was bit hungry and extremely stinky. He fingered that an hour or two in their presence would not be entirely too unbearable. He had enjoyed himself of course.

Listening to Goten go on and on about how Trunks should find more time to work on their secret project. But by the look of the blush that had burned its way across the lavender haired man's face, it didn't take much to figure out what that secret project had involved. Bulma's persistence at finding out what exactly this 'project' was all about was amusing as well.

They all seemed so happy and well adjusted despite the circumstances. It was so different from what he had grown up around. He'd had Raditz and Kilik. But the true nature of their relationships was mostly something that they had kept hidden from the good doctor and her associates. Besides, that could hardly have been called a family.

"Feeling sorry for yourself again, Mirai?"

The green haired hybrid sighed. It was him again. He opened his eyes and followed the view of black shin plates up until her was staring into a pair of cold pink eyes. If he'd ever told anyone about this they'd swear he was crazy. Perhaps, he was though. How else would one explain that the other personality in his head was now in physical form? Well at least he seemed real enough to Mirai's eyes. Before the Android Cell and merely been a voice in the back of his mind. Now he could actually see the android in all his green speckled armor glory.

The Cell dubbed Mirai leaned back onto the rock he'd been sitting in front of.

"Heh…"

"You truly are overly sensitive you know." The android said as he sat down in the shade, mirroring Mirai's lounging position.

"What ever you say, Cell." The emerald haired young man muttered. "What do you what?"

"Oh we just wanted to have a talk with you…" A new voice cut in.

The boy's lavender hued orbs popped open, widening in recognition.

"…Precious."

"Raditz?" he gasped.

A/N: I am an evil bitch aren't I?