Kakkhan: Giendonese Saiyan Warrior
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball/Z/GT, but I do own Janden, the Laniins, the other races not including Human, the planet Giendon, a few techniques, and a handful of other things that are my creation alone.
A/n: Well, 'nother chappie!
Allati: Yep!
SP3: Quicker this time, guys! Aren't you proud of me? :)
Allati: You should be proud of yourself, SP.
SP3: I am.
Allati: Good.
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SP/Allati: :D *To readers* OK! On with it!
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"A man is not finished when he's defeated; he's finished when he quits." --Richard Nixon
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Chapter Twelve: The Dawn of the Cell Games
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Krillin paced back and forth, back and forth. Where were Gohan, Goku, and Warrior? It had been a day already. The human was impatient to get into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and get his training in; at the same time, he was worried about Gohan and Warrior. He wasn't worried about Goku—he would be fine—but more about Gohan and especially Warrior. Warrior just didn't look like he could handle a year of sparring. Krillin supposed it was that Warrior was young, as young as perhaps ten, eleven years old on Earth. Krillin would have to find out exactly how old Warrior was, not to mention his real name.
Oh, but where were they? Krillin took a sharp turn and went the other way, bypassing Yamcha, who sent him a sympathetic glance, and Piccolo, who gave him an annoyed glare. Krillin tried to stop pacing, but his feet were soon moving of their own accord back around the track already drilled into the tiles below.
His bald head snapped up as the door to the H.T.C. hissed open, slowly inching forward to reveal silently the three blonde and cracking powerful people within. One was tall, thickset, and muscular, another was tall and slenderly well built, while the last was the shortest of the rest, but in no way any less lithe than the others. Even through the battered Saiyan armor all three wore, Krillin and Yamcha could see how beneficial the year of training in the H.T.C. was. Piccolo, however, simply pushed off of the column with which he had been leaning against and walked into the H.T.C., having claimed the next year as his.
Krillin and Yamcha hurried up to Goku and "Gohan". "Warrior" managed to slip away and avoid their questions, launching off the end of the Lookout semi-dome before anyone could spot him. Dende, of course, caught the blurry action as Kakkhan left, but he chose not to mention it for whatever Kami of the Earth reason he may have had at the time.
Kakkhan landed at Capsule building, which he had detected by way of Vegeta and MTrunks' kis. He scooted away from it however, having only located Capsule in order to get the exact coordinates of where the Z-senshi normally collected.
3 1/2 miles away from Capsule, Kakkhan found a suitable place for his portable Giendonese room. It was merely an empty field, devoid of almost anything but dirt and some brave weeds and grasses toughing it out under the glaring sun, but it was good. Tyeler wouldn't look too out of place in here, either, seeing as it was an exact replica of the Son home before the Sons moved to Capsule. Everything was almost perfect.
Now just to set it up.
Kakkhan uncapsulated Tyeler and Sera into the field. They would be hidden by a clump of dead trees Kakkhan had chosen so strategically, and that were Kakkhan's purpose. He didn't care to announce his presence to the world, seeing as how it would be known all over at the Cell Games if, and only if, if and when Kakkhan fought Cell. The Giendonese believed fiercely in privacy, and he would do anything to preserve it to the last.
Next he let loose his training G-dome. It 'phloomphed' into existence right next to the main bedroom in Tyeler. Tyeler would program the G-dome to be adjacent to the bedroom so that Kakkhan could just go into the room directly from the bedroom and not go through four other rooms.
Then Kakkhan went into his home away from home and got a change of clothes from Serra. Dressed in his traditional colors of green over black, Kakkhan felt much more comfortable. That Saiyan armor had been more than a little constricting; he hadn't liked the feel of the spandex and the armor spandex clinging so tightly to his skin.
Kakkhan shook it off as Tyeler asked him, 'So Kakkhan, have you been watching the news for the past two days?'
Kakkhan shook his head. "No. I've been spending a year in a place with no Human-made TVs fighting for my life. The Hyperbolic Time Chamber is not exactly advanced in technology in Laniin terms, so I haven't exactly had the chance."
'Well, then, here you go.'
The wall next to Kakkhan warped and melted, finally bulging out into a wide screen with Cell's gruesome face on it. Kakkhan frowned as Cell smirked at him and said, "In ten days, I, the most perfect being ever created, will be hosting a tournament. All challengers are welcome. However, if no one manages to beat me, I will blow up the world! Hahahahahahah hahahahahahaha hahahahahahahaha!"
Cell's face blinked off, leaving a more than mad Kakkhan behind. Kakkhan had only felt this way once, when his planet Giendon had been attacked by Kjordians from the planet Kjord.
Then, as now, Kakkhan had felt a deep boiling rage that darkened his features and froze his stare. Anybody who looked upon the face of this young person would be shot through by his stone-cold Glare of Demise *.
Tyeler, sensing the abrupt change in her best friend's emotions, said hurriedly, 'Kakkhan? Do you want me to set up the G-dome so you can vent?'
Kakkhan replied coldly, "No, thanks. I'm going to take a walk." So saying, Kakkhan turned on his heel and stalked like an angry neko akki into the world beyond.
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Kakkhan landed at his destination. Here he felt the metallic pinging of his senses that was Cell's disruption.
All humans, and anybody else alive, had a natural radiation of ki. Even the living organisms classified so arrogantly as "non-thinking", such as plants and animals, had ki. Alas, but metal was no such thing. And when metal was equipped to be sentient, like Cell, it disrupted all order of nature. So to a highly sensitive ki reader, Cell's non-ki was an uncomfortable thrumming in the head. That was what Kakkhan was feeling now.
Kakkhan located the source of the thrumming whizzing here and there. He was piling tiles upon each other and clearing away debris to make more room for his creation. Kakkhan watched Cell go back and forth between the rocks and his tiled platform. But Cell suddenly ceased his work and turned around. Kakkhan kept his ice-freezing stare on the bug android as he turned around. They locked gazes for ten full seconds before Kakkhan removed himself from the premises by zanzokening away.
Kakkhan then proceeded to just walk through the sights of his forsaken home, planet Earth. After all, the Saiyan's purpose for going to the Cell Games' site was done for the day. It would seem that he didn't really do anything, but he did. He had just threatened the most villainous enemy of the Z-senshi yet to come.
Cell had been unnerved by this silent blonde kid who had appeared out of nowhere. The glance Cell had received had stabbed into him, freezing his metal organs and sinking his metallic heart into his iron stomach. The desert had been frozen for what seemed millennia as the Android stared into the colder-than Frieza green orbs. Then the kid disappeared just as silently as he had come. Cell was left to ponder the foreboding clanging in his heart.
But then Cell re-glimpsed his tiles and smirked sanguinely once more. Ohh, this was going to be fun!
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Kakkhan was staring into a river, brooding not about the Cell Games, but instead about home. He still wasn't exactly sure if he liked this. This being the Laniins shuffling him off to Earth whenever it was in danger. Kakkhan didn't mind saving Earth, but why exactly did he have to return immediately afterwards to Giendon? Kakkhan felt that he should be allowed to live his home planet sometime. It was not fair, to say the least.
What where the Laniins afraid of? That Kakkhan would like it so much on Earth that he would switch the order of his loyalties? From Giendon first and Earth second to Earth first and Giendon second? Kakkhan had heard that being done before. But Kakkhan had never considered it in terms of himself. Not until now anyway.
Kakkhan's reflections were interrupted by a scream. Bolting into action instantaneously, Kakkhan sped in the direction of the sound. He jumped over the river and followed the bank upstream.
In only a matter of seconds, he came across a Human girl in the river. She was thrashing about, making her go under. Ever time she went under, she struggled harder, thus heightening the difficulty of the situation. But for Kakkhan, it wasn't a problem to save her. He simply dove in and came out. But in his arms was a still fighting and soaked Human girl.
She was brown-haired with a reddish tinge in that brown. She had brown eyes. Those brown eyes held a knowledgeable twinkle in them, as if she knew something you didn't. She wore a yellow shirt and brown overalls (or is it green?), and she had an apple in her hand. Kakkhan deduced that she had fallen into the river while reaching for an apple. But other than that, this girl really wasn't that remarkable.
Kakkhan set her down and made sure she was okay. He knew that he ought to introduce himself, but he didn't comment on it. instead he disappeared, zanzokened, much like he had done to Cell. The girl was left alone to wonder how she had gotten out of the river, and who, what, had saved her.
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Nine days passed, and the day of the Cell Games drew nigh.
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Goku and Cell were fighting. Had been fighting for over forty-five minutes. They had already traded over 100 punches **, 93 kicks, 25 ki blasts, and more than several combos of the three offensive maneuvers. Many had been blocked or dodged, but there were hits. Goku so far had had 106 hits out of a possible 229, which isn't bad, but it ain't good either. Cell, surprisingly, hadn't hit top marks either. He had only 179 scored on Goku.
The taunts these two flung at each other are uncountable (Last count was 2,572.3, before the authoress got confused and completely lost track. The muse is currently counting, but she refuses to talk at this time. Ooh, another taunt!).
"I am the perfect being Goku! Give it up, you can't win!" Cell smirked down at him from atop his mountain. He was high enough above the humans cowering below him that they couldn't near his loud sinister voice without straining every millimeter of their eardrums. But the Z-senshi and the Saiyans had no problems.
Goku straightened up from his body imprint in another mountain and squinted at Cell. He suddenly Grinned™ at the bug android and said simply, "You're right. I give up."
The world stopped at simple statement. Every breath was being held, every face looked shocked, and every mind was grinding, trying to find an answer. But every mind found no relief, so every mouth opened to ask—
"Why?"
Only three people did not react this way. Goku, MKakkhan, and of course, who else but our dear, original, Kakkhan?
Cell quickly got over his own surprise and smirked at Goku. "Well, Goku, it seems you've come to your senses. But who will challenge me with you gone? No one else will have the courage."
Goku, still Grinning™ like a madman, chose not to answer right away. He reached, however, into his brown bag and withdrew a Senzu Bean. Dumfounding the Z-senshi even more out of their skins, Goku tossed the Bean to Cell. He then returned his bag to its rightful place.
The Saiyan suddenly pointed at a member of the Z-senshi who was distinctly apart from the main body.
"There's your challenger."
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Kakkhan was startled, but he hid it as well as any time he was shocked. He didn't want to do this, but he really had no choice in the matter. After all, it was the world at stake, wasn't it?
But still, he should have known this would come.
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A/n: Ooh, nice one! *Snickers*
Allati: Yeah, nice!
*Glares suspiciously* Was that sarcastic, muse?
Allati: *Shakes head* Not at all, SP.
Oh, OK. As long as you're sure.
Allati: Yep.
^_- *To readers* That was fun to write. Special consideration to Rarity88, who was reeeeeeeeeeeeally looking forward to reading the Cell Games! She still has to wait, too, but oh, well, at least we're closer. Now I just have to write the next chappie. Great. *Sigh*
Allati: Want me to help?
Aw, that's A-OK, Tee. Thanks, tho.
Allati: No prob.
Well, off to it! (As well as homework, bleagh XP)
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* A Glare of Demise is not the same thing as a Death Glare. A Glare of Demise is much more death promising.
** The numbers recorded in here are fictional. SP3 does not know if this is the actual number of attacks done by Cell and Goku in their fight.
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SNEAK PREVIEW:
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Deep bronze fire raged around the lithe form of the 4' 8" Saiyan fighter. Cell was thrown back into the mountains once again by the sheer power being generated by this miraculous freak of nature.
Kakkhan stared at the bug android implanted firmly into the rocks, his hate and his rage of/at Cell escalating into the power level he had only felt—and survived—seven times. Who knew what was going to happen here?
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