Bonjour; Hola; Guten Tag; Hello: Ahh, I'm enjoying this story so much more than I actually had been. Its starting to get exciting and I'm at that the point where I just want to sit in one place for several hours and finish it. And since classes are basically over with and I'll have a week off I'll be able to do just that. So expect many updates :)

Last night, though, as a few of you may know since I had the pleasure of chatting with you during my mini-crisis, I realized that my original intentions for this chapter were immediately destroyed when I thought of the time and plotline. I'll explain more at the end…because it just dawned on me saying anything further could hurt the ending of this chapter XD Oops…

And just to let you know, I encourage reviews ;)

Chapter 7: Fear of Loss

I was a bit surprised that Cell chose not to swing me over his shoulder like he had done before when carting my along. I was actually a bit angry at him for the way lugged me along—he held my wrist and that was all. I felt like my arm would be dislocated from my shoulder; the pain was almost unbearable. Just when I thought I was going to snap in several ways, Cell started to head back down to the ground.

Kizufumi landed his little plane near a group of people who were huddled together and staring at us. Cell landed next to him as he got out of the plane, I trying frantically to find my footing during our landing. I was aching considerably, but the swarms of people heading over to us made me forget the recent treatment I had just suffered and instead made me feel very uneasy.

Kizufumi smiled and put his hands behind his back, taking several steps forward to greet the reporters, cameramen and bystanders. I tried to get away, but Cell held my upper arm tightly with no intentions on letting me escape. He glanced up at him, but the expected smirk I half-figured would be etching onto his face wasn't there. He remained stiff and emotionless, his eyes blankly focused on the people in front of him.

"Dr. Kizufumi, do you have anything to do with Flower Island's explosion?" One reporter asked, his arm extending to shove the microphone into Kizufumi's face.

"I do," the bastard replied. "You're looking at him. You might also notice this charming lady that has joined our little group, though I think you aught to know she's not finding our company enjoyable."

I couldn't believe he actually came out and admitted that. He was psychotic, to say the least. He was more than willing to take the blame for the murderous crimes that had been taking place for the past two days. What the hell was up with that?

Nearly every reporter had turned to me and made attempts to start an interview, but Kizufumi jumped in front of them. Apparently he didn't like the attention being drawn to someone else when he was standing right there. "There will be no questions for her," he told them daringly. "Your issue is with me and only me. And I'd like to mention two things for you ungrateful people—I want the president to back down or I will be forced to unleash Cell onto the capital city. After that, the entire country will see the same fate as that little island did; do I make myself clear?"

A blonde woman pushed her way through and held up her cordless microphone. "Doctor, what will you do with the girl?"

The girl? Did I really look like a mere girl? Excuse me, lady, but I'm older than you think, married and went through twelve hours of labor to have a kid. Got something else to say to me? Oh, and why did they sound like I was just some object?

Kizufumi smiled and chuckled to himself. "Oh, she will die regardless of what you people do. That's been determined long ago; she just didn't believe me when I stumbled upon her."

"Do you really plan on killing her?" someone from the crowd asked. Everyone started to talk and look at each other. I tried to move, but Cell pulled me closer to him in an uncomfortable fashion.

"Of course," Kizufumi smiled graciously. "The only thing keeping Cell from ending her life right now is my control over him. Let me demonstrate—Cell, take her back to where we came from and await my return."

Cell made no bow, did not say "yes" or anything else. The only reason everyone knew he would obey is because he did exactly as the man told him. Cell tossed me over his shoulder once again (I'd prefer this to the other mode) and we were off. I watched the crowd getting smaller until they looked like one big blob in the center of the street. The only reason why I think Kizufumi told Cell to leave was because there were too many questions about me and not him. He was just a bit conceited, I think.

We returned to the cliff we had been on before and no longer could I make out the blob of men and women on the street we had just left. Cell tossed me to the ground and although I was basically used to this harsh treatment by now, I still found I had many more spots on my body to bruise. I got to my knees and rubbed my elbow, my back to the android.

Cell moved behind me and then stopped. I looked over and saw that he was looking at the city, perhaps keeping an eye on the things happening down there. I dare considered that he was supposed to protect Kizufumi.

"Cell?" I asked as I got to my feet. I wondered if there was a chance he'd respond to me if Kizufumi wasn't there. I moved a bit closer, my hand instinctively moving out to touch him as I got closer, but he made no response. I was nearly inches from touching his arm when he spun around and whacked me with such force I thought I was chopped in half.

I went sailing backwards, landing on my side and skidding several more feet away. My face burned from the dirt it had rubbed against in this process, but I quickly moved up as if to defend myself for another attack. Cell remained in the same position, looking at the city with his arms hanging stiffly by his side. When I thought of any image of Cell, I saw his arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Cell, why are you doing this? Can't you hear me?" I got back to my feet, but didn't dare move any closer—that hit was probably a warning, but I didn't want to test the theory. "I know you wouldn't hurt me, Cell! You're better than this! You would never let that asshole take control over you! You're perfect, remember!"

There was no answer. I was at a loss and I felt completely helpless. Then I felt selfish as if just remembering who I was. I was a married woman with a baby. I had gone off and left my husband and daughter to confront…him—Cell. What was I thinking? Well, obviously I didn't think he'd be like this, but why did I leave? How could I be so selfish and try to talk to a creature that killed people?

I was sure that Toshi would see that news report…it would worry him to no end. I hoped, prayed that he wouldn't try to come out here and try to find me. Cell would kill him and there was no guarantee that those wishes could work again, not to mention I had no idea how to make them. I wanted to go home, but I couldn't. I wished I had never done this…I was at the point I had been in over a decade ago—I didn't know if I was going to make it out alive and I was regretting every choice I had recently made.

An aircraft landed several feet away from where I sat and I wasn't surprised to see who it was. With my shoulders sagging, and tears trickling out of my eyes, I watched as that…bastard Kizufumi emerged from his plane. He looked out over the city and then over to Cell.

"We're going to the capital," he said. "I gave them until dusk to surrender to me. If they don't you're free to do what you please."

Once again Cell made not comment, nor did he even bow his head. He just stood there. My tears came more freely at this sight and I tried to keep myself from making any sobbing noises. This time, I was alone. This man was a nutcase and the only person who could've taken my side was under such a powerful drug that I was wasting my breath trying to speak to him. He had no idea what was going on.

"Take her—I'll let her live long enough to see me rise to power," Kizufumi said.

Cell turned on his heel and came at me. For some strange reason I decided that I had had enough—I wasn't going to let him do this to me again. I turned and started to run as fast as I could. I stupidly looked over my shoulder and saw Cell jumping into flight towards me, his eyes, though, looking no different than they had before. To be a bitch (because I already knew I couldn't outrun him) I fell to the ground and ducked. Naturally Cell flew right over, but he hadn't gotten very far. He came to a halt and picked me up with both arms.

And then he stopped and stood up, my body locked in a terribly awkward position where I was sideways against his torso. He turned and I could barely make out a figure that hadn't been there before, standing straight and proud.

"Let her go, Cell," the young man said.

"And who are you?" Kizufumi asked, pausing from getting into his plane. He seemed amused, however, and crossed his arms over his chest.

"It doesn't matter who I am," came the reply. I looked him over and immediately thought I knew him from somewhere…but I couldn't remember. He was an average height, built well and stood confidently. His spiked, short black hair looked just as sharp as the expression he wore on his face.

"I suggest you leave or I'll order him to kill her," Kizufumi said simply.

"If you do that then I'll kill you," the other said firmly. "And Cell should know that I can kill him."

It was then I realized exactly who this person was. Though his hair was much different (black instead of the bright blonde I remember) and obviously much older looking, he was the kid that defeated Cell in the tournament all those years ago. And his name rang in my head the moment I realized this; his name was Gohan.

My Oops: When I was about to introduce my new (though well known) character into this chapter, my original intentions were to use teen Trunks because I figured he'd be fairly immature, but wouldn't be AS powerful as say Vegeta or Goku. Well, I realized that by using the basis of Movie 12 for my second story in the Layrial/Cell series, it was impossible to do this. Trunks was only like 8 or younger in movie 12, which meant since only 3-4 years passed since my last story that he wouldn't be the 16-18 figure I wanted. I then considered just keeping him at this current age, but that meant I had to include Goten in on the action and though I like Goten, I didn't want to deal with two little rug rats at the same time…and Trunks and Goten are rarely seen apart during their younger kid-years. My only other alternative was Gohan because I wanted someone who could really give Cell a good run, but not someone like Vegeta or Goku who could destroy Cell. Remember, Gohan was more powerful during the Cell Games, however he slacked off afterwards and as a result became weaker—as pointed out when fighting in Babadi's ship during the Buu Saga. Now I hate Gohan, so I'm not very keen on using him, but someone like Yamcha or Krillin honestly wouldn't go at Cell alone, not to mention they wouldn't stand a chance. What about Piccolo? Well….I didn't want to be bothered with him XD (sorry to you Piccolo lovers!) Also, Vegeta and Goku were dead (technically) in movie 12, so I didn't feel like figuring out any explanations on why they returned. CassieKnight equals Lazy, in that respect ;) So, after discussing my little setback with AVC, Gohan was the choice…lucky him.