It's not your fault- Angel of Misery.
And hello! Here I am again! Oh my gosh! I got reviews for my last chapter! I didn't think I would! It was like, late at night when I wrote that, so I expected it to be a bit dull. But people liked it! Wow! And thanks for the feedback on the sequal. Here is my suggestion and I want feedback on this too; I am going to end the story with the chapter based for the sequal. But, I am also going to add a sort of add on chapter. The chapter you WOULD have seen, if there was no sequal. It's slightly sadder. But I'm not going to give any spoilers. Here's the story. Read and review!
I do not own Dragon Ball Z. I own Sariell, but not Cell. Which is kind of sad when you think about it…
"talking"
thinking/remembering/something significant
Chapter 10: Announcing the Cell Games.
"Trunks, wait! Stop!" Sariell yelled, but the purple haired teen took no notice. Trunks went Super Saiyan and tried to hit Cell but Cell in his new form was much to quick. They began to throw punches at such incredible speeds, Sariell had trouble following.
Damn, she thought, Trunks is going to get himself hurt! Cell's new form is overflowing with power! It's just so unbelievable!
"Give it up, boy...it's obvious you won't get the upper hand." Cell mocked, dodging a blow from Trunk's sword.
"You androids destroyed my future, Cell! You're not destroying this one!" Trunks yelled.
Cell sighed dramatically, "Very well, lets continue then."
Sariell was growing worried. Cell seemed a much diffrent person when he was fighting. He was...well, the only way to descrive it was that he enjoyed it too much. His whole personality changed. Great. A split personality. That's all I need...
Trunks finally landed a hit on Cell, knocking his head back with a sickening crunch that made Sariell wince.
Cell's head snapped back to look at Trunks. He was smiling evilly, "That hardly hurt!" And then he threw a punch into Trunk's stomach, making him gag.
"Trunks, stop it! He's too strong!" Sariell tried to reason, but Trunks didn't listen.
Trunks still ignored Sariell's advice and began to undergo a transformation of his own. His already spiky Super Saiyan hair went even spiker and his muscles seemd to bulge. Also, his eyes seemed to be white with no pupils.
"What in the world?" Sariell murmered. Trunks power had doubled, maybe even tripiled.
Cell was now interested, fighting strong fighters amused him. He had no time for the weak..."Hmn, perhaps he poses a challenge now..."
But, althought Trunks had more power than Cell, the bulk of his muscles made him too slow to actually make contact with Cell.
Cell laughed, dodging easily, "Trunks, Trunks, Trunks...can't you see? All you've done is pump up your muscles! It's not that impressive after all..."
"He's right." Trunks turned back to his normal purple haired self, "I've failed..."
"Trunks, don't feel bad..." Sariell said softly, feeling sorry for him. Cell overheard and for some reason, it made him angry.
Cell walked towards Trunks, almost unsure was what to do with him.
Sariell ran up to him. "Don't kill him." She pleaded, and this just made Cell crankier.
However, he was spared the decision of what to do with the boy, because he turned around just in time to block an attack from Vegeta.
Cell smiled, "Oh yes, I did forget, didn't I Vegeta? You said you would be the first to fight me when I reached my perfect form! But, your son seemed to have the first hit..."
"The boy's just troublesome. You'll have to worry about me now." Vegeta sneered.
Cell smirked, "Well, bring it on then..."
Sariell sighed; more fighting. Not that she'd ever tell anyone, but she wanted some alone time with Cell in his final form to see what it was like. If his personality had shifted, her plans would have to as well.
Seeing as she was just standing around uselessly, she decided to check on Trunks.
"Trunks...are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." He sat up and rubbed the back of his head.
"Cell's much to strong now, isn't he?" Sariell frowned.
"Thanks to you." Trunks said bitterly.
"Trunks, I came over here to see if I could help! The least you could do is be nice to me! I'm sorry that my beliefs and morals make me want to help Cell realize there is more to life than fighting and killing and feeling alone, but honestly!" Sariell shook her head.
"You're right. I'm sorry. I guess I can't blame someone for trying to see good in people. And I suppose we really don't want you as our enemy." Trunks smiled and to Sariell's surprise, hugged her. She blinked; Trunks is still my friend? That's all very nice, but I don't really feel the same way...
Cell, who was now in a full-fledged fight with Vegeta with earth shattering blows, happened to catch this and for a moment, was distracted.
Vegeta got his attention back by slamming him. Cell turned back to him and Vegeta smirked, noticing as well was was going on. "Hmn, they make such a nice couple, don't they?"
Cell frowned, "I don't know what you're talking about..."
Vegeta laughed snidely, "It makes you angry, seeing them like that, doesn't it?"
Cell launched a fist at Vegeta,who barely dodged it, "Shut up and fight!"
"I can't help it if you're jealous because Sariell likes my son better than a hunk of metallic junk like you. Not that I'm happy about my son liking someone so unworthy like her..." Vegeta laughed.
Cell felt anger sear through his viens and hit Vegeta with so much force, it knocked him unconsious.
Meanwhile, back to Sariell and Trunks, Sariell pulled away, slightly confused and faceflushed, "Are you hurt?"
"No. Mostly just my pride. As Vegeta would say." He smiled.
"No injuries then, thats good...hey!" Sariell yelped as Cell yanked her up by the back of the shirt. "Cell, what are you doing?"
He didn't answer, just stared at Trunks with a look that could burn holes through walls.
"I suppose you want to kill me now." Trunks suggested.
"No, he doesn't. Do you Cell?" Sariell said awkardly.
Cell didn't answer again; true, part of him would have liked nothing better than to rip Trunks apart piece by piece, but he couldn't. He didn't know why he couldn't...he just couldn't. Not if Sariell didn't want him to.
"Guess this game's come to an end." Trunks sighed.
Cell suddenly had an idea, "A game...a game? A tournament!"
"What are you talking about?" Sariell wondered.
"A tournament to test my strength! Yes, I like the sound of that..." Cell turned to Trunks, "I'm going to hold a tournament for the fate of the world. I suggest you tell the Z fighters..."
"What's the point of this? Is this some kind of trick?" Trunks said suspicously.
"Must you treat everything like it's the end of the world? It's for fun!" Cell said cheerfully.
Sariell had to laugh at the tone of Cell's voice.
Trunks got to his feet, "And what of Sariell?"
"You can't take her with you, if that's what you're suggesting. The Z fighters threw her out, therefore, she belongs to me." Cell frowned.
"I don't belong to anyone. I'm hanging around Cell of my own free will..." Sariell reminded.
Trunks looked at Sariell, "Come with me! I'll try and talk to the others."
Sariell hesitated and Cell twitched in anger.
Sariell sighed. Trunks is nice, and I would like to be his friend again...but I can't give up on Cell. I just can't...
"I'm sorry, Trunks. But I can't." She said at last.
"Yes, and we must go. Watch your television for details." Cell winked and turned to Sariell, "Come on."
"Bye, Trunks! See you at the tournament!" Sariell waved.
Trunks shook his head as they left, "Goku is defiantly not going to like this..."
Sometime later…
"And...why are we here?" Sariell wondered. Here was outside a TV studio, broadcasting all of the people's favourite shows and so on.
"We have to advertise my tournament, don't we?" Cell said simply.
"No killing, remember?" Sariell frowned.
"Of course not! There's plenty of time for that later." Cell walked in rolling her eyes, Sariell followed.
Cell's appearance caused quite a commotion. People started to run, screaming. Cell simply shook his head and began rising through the floors of each set.
Sariell yelled, "There's such things as stairs!" Getting no reply, she muttered angerily and quickly followed through the roof.
With the Z fighters…
Trunks finished explaining what happened, as his mum, Bulma, tendedto his wounds.
Vegeta, still sore that Cell had knocked him unconsious and fled from their fight, was complaining loudly.
"So he's going to hold a tournament? Interesting." Goku mused.
"Guys! The TV!" Krillin yelled all of a sudden. Everyone hurried into the living room and stared at the TV.
Cell was on some channel and was rising up through the roof.
"Mum, my wounds are alright!" Trunks waved his mother off, grabbed the remote and flicked to another channel, only for the same thing to happen.
He kept flicking to diffrent channels and Cell kept rising through all of them, but he stopped at a news channel.
"Look!" Trunks pointed at the screen. An auburn haired girl had followed Cell's rising and was now hiding behind him.
"Sariell. Figures..." Piccolo nodded.
Cell began to speak, "To all the humans watching this…your boring lives are about to become a lot more interesting thanks to me…in 10 days I am going to hold a tournament to decide the fate of your planet. Bring your best fighters. The rules will be the same as the World Tournament's rules. May the best man win…"
Then he gave the area where the tournament would be held and disapeared. The Z fighters watched as Sariell stayed for a moment, yelling something along the lines of, "Wait for me, idiot!"
Then she was gone as well.
"10 days? Sariell's going to be alone with Cell for 10 days?" Trunks protested.
"Why is this a problem? I thought we decided Sariell was no longer our problem." Piccolo shrugged.
Trunks looked at the ground, "Well, yes, but don't forget she has a huge power at her disposal, even if she doesn't seem to be using it. What if she entered the tournament on Cell's side?"
Goku nodded in agreement, "Yes, we can't have that. Sariell means well, she's just giving compassion to the wrong people. Don't worry, Trunks. I've already thought of a plan."
Back with Sariell and Cell.
"You scared those people senseless!" Sariell giggled.
"They're humans. You can't expect anything more of them." Cell shrugged carelessly.
"Tch, you have such a bleak outlook on humans." Sariel tsked.
"Why do you care? You're a Saiyan. They're not your people." Cell looked at her.
"I am half, meaning, I am part human. So they are still my people." Sariell huffed.
"And they abused you because you are a Saiyan." Cell said simply.
"Don't you need to go and build an arena or something?" Sariell growled.
"Yes, you are right." Cell rose into the air and Sariell followed.
"Cell…" She paused.
"Yes?" He turned to look at her.
"You're...not going to lose, right?" She said awkwardly.
"That's the plan...why?" He smirked.
"I don't want you getting hurt, alright?" She admitted, blushing.
"I'll keep myself in once piece all for you." He chuckled.
"Oh shush." She giggled, secretly happy. 10 days with Cell? With my carefree attitude, he'll want to kill me by the end of it! But...what if it really makes a difference? What if by the end of the 10 days...there's something more between us that me coming along for the ride? Maybe by the end of these 10 days...
Cell will actually know what love is like...
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That's all, folks! I do not own Porky the Pig either, so don't sue me over that. How was that? Good? bad? REVIEW AND TELL ME! And don't be decieved by the name of the next chapter. I am not going to do day by day. That'd be another 10 chapters for heavens sake! I'm going to do about...I'd say two or three chapters about the days before the games themselves. Most of the chapters will have little parts like this; days 3-5. So, it describes a few days at a time, really. You'll see, anyway...
Chapter 11: Their First Day.