A/N: This chapter is..."fillery"... and also merely just to set up the fight for the next chapter.
Daydreaming
"Ladies and gentlemen! The day has finally arrived! The world Champ will be going one on one with the monster, Cell! " Trevor hollered into the microphone, a camera man pointing at the helicopter from below.
The entryway sliding open, Hercule gave an arrogant laugh as he flipped out of the helicopter before it touched the ground, feeling sure to make a perfect landing at the height of twenty-five feet. After three twists he did make the ideal landing he wanted, however not without having its consequences. While the audience at home cheered with excitement and admiration, Hercule was frantically attempting to conceal the ghastly throbbing torment with a victorious grin, the pain that went down his legs nearly causing his grin to wrap into to one of misery. If he had been in his private home, he would undoubtedly be rolling on the floor, nursing his strained legs.
Lucky, after standing still for a moment and taking small deep breaths, he was able to take a step forward, only to have his feet give out and nearly fall on the ground.
"Are you okay there champ?" The announcer asked worriedly.
Straightening out with herculean effort, Mr. Satan smirked.
"Of course I am! The height at which I jumped from was nothing! In fact, if I hadn't twisted my ankles during my rigorous training last night, I could have jumped from a much higher height!" he assured.
"Oh…are you sure you are in good enough shape to fight Cell? Maybe if we ask nicely, he might post-pone the match."
"No way! I'm sure I can wreck Cell while rolling around in a wheelchair! Whahahaha!"
"Well you heard it folks, even with the injury he had gotten just merely twelve hours ago he is willing to put his life in danger to defeat the creatures you all see in front of you." Trevor said, the camera man turning around and aiming at said creatures.
Cell could be seen standing perfectly motionless in the center of the ring, his eyes shut and arms crossed. If he was sleeping or meditating the viewers didn't know nor did they care. In the far right and outside the ring, Cell's son could be seen lying in a black reclining chair, his expression having that of boredom as he tossed a tennis ball up in the air, catching it ever time and proceeding to repeat the action over and over again; at times, he would whip the ball against one of the white pillars of the ring and have it bounce back into his hand.
Not far away, the door of one of the two vans slowly creaked open, a figure with two pigtails stepping out of the vehicle, her friends following right on after.
"Videl, I'm not so sure we should be doing this. Your dad clearly said that you are not allowed to come to the Cell Games. Why didn't we just stay at your house and watch the fight there?" said a thin boy with long blond hair.
Videl rolled her eyes. "You know, you didn't have to come Sharpner."
"Don't worry Sharpie, Videl won't let anything happen to the both of us!" The bubbly girl with short blonde hair said, her bright blue eyes glittering with delight.
Videl's brows twitched when the blonde girl latched herself against her arm, making the pigtail girl feel a bit uneasy. "Okay Erasa, you can… let go now…"
Sharpner's teeth grinded together, his hands tightening with outrage. It was past him why Videl couldn't tell that Erasa had a crush on her. Hell, it was even beyond him why the bonde girl couldn't see that he really liked her. Sure he had made it evident that he was attracted to Videl, but that was the key word, attracted. Regardless of what Videl thought, he had no feeling for her whatsoever. He just merely thought she was…hot. However, if he could have both…he really wouldn't mind having the two girls holding onto his arms, strolling down the hallway in school like in those movies he's seen on TV…no! That doesn't matter nor is it the point! He wasn't that type of guy! He just wanted to at least hangout with just Erasa for one day and try to get her to see that they would make a great couple.
"Oops, soorrry!" Erasa apologized, a pink blush filling her cheeks. I'm really not she mentally added as an afterthought.
Videl smiled tightly. "It's alright."
"Look! Who are those guys?" Sharpner said, catching his friend's attention, the three of them witnessing eight figures landing out the left side of the ring one by one.
Erasa's eyes lit up with recognition. "Wait! Aren't those the guys who were fighting the mini Cells in West City five days ago?!"
"Yeah…they are." Videl responded, her icy orbs narrowing when she sighted the blond haired boy who had rudely stopped her from kicking the asses of the criminals in Orange Star City.
"Hmmm, will you look at that, it seems like Videl has the hots for the blond boy with the weird outfit."
Much to Sharpner's satisfaction, Erasa slightly frowned at his assumption. The pigtail girl on the other hand had waved off his goading, instead choosing to focus on the fighters.
"Are they really planning to fight those things?" Erasa asked.
"If they are, they are wasting their time. I highly doubt those losers could take on the little one, much less Cell. Besides, it doesn't matter because Mr. Satan will take them both out with single punch." The blond boy said, smirking.
"No…I think he'll be killed if he fights either of those things…" Videl stated, shocking both her friends.
"But Videl, he's your dad!"
Sharpner nodded. "Yeah, you should have a little more faith in him than that!"
Instead of replying, Videl creeped closer to the group, though nowhere near close enough to be spotted. Her friends exchanged looks and with a sigh, they followed her.
"I can see why you like him Videl, he is pretty cute." Erasa said, pushing her feelings aside.
"Never said I did." Videl replied dryly.
"Your eyes speak differently." The blond boy taunted.
But again, Videl wasn't bothered. It was always like this with her. Her friends would try to tease her, but she always seemed to ignore their jeering. Also, what helped her tune down her friends' voices was the dread she felt running through her when she saw her father entering the ring. Dad, what the hell are you doing!
Back with the world champ and Cell, the Bio-Android revealed his blue orbs and gazed at the foolish buffoon stepping onto his ring. He obviously knew the Z-Warriors have made their appearance, but he refused to avert his attention from the insect that dared to touch his perfect ring.
"Well Cell, why don't we just skip having me fight that kid of yours and get straight to the main event?" Mr. Satan asked.
"The rules were stated at my announcement. You will have to defeat my son in order to get a chance to fight me." Cell responded firmly. "Junior!"
Upon hearing his father's voice, he turned his head towards him. With the ball in hand, the medium sized Bio-Android rose from his seat and nonchalantly walked into the ring, tossing the tennis ball in the air and catching it.
Junior sized up the man in front of him, blinked, and then frowned. "Seriously pops?"
Cell smirked. "Of course."
Junior sighed. "Alright, let's get this over with."
Hercule watched his opponent throw the ball up and down with a smug smile.
From the side, the camera man pointed at Hercule and Junior, Trevor crossing his fingers, hoping to Kami that the world champ will live through this. The broadcaster knew that Mr. Satan was an excellent martial artist. Being the champ's voice, Trevor never had an issue making the crowd go wild with excitement with every opponent Mr. Satan took down. However this situation…this fight was on another level. These creatures were clearly not human at all. Those suppose 'light shows' and 'tricks' that Cell and his son displayed at West City was something out of this world and he honestly believed that this 'Junior' would kill him with merely a flick of his finger. In his opinion, the only ones that he thought had a chance to defeat Cell were those super powered warriors who protected West City. Lucky, they are also present.
"Begin." Cell order.
"You're making a big mistake boy! I don't want to hurt you. Step down and let the grown-ups fight!" Hercule said sincerely.
To his dismay, the poor soul just laughed and without wasting a moment more, Hercule saw the boy hurl the ball at him with such speed, that any normal human would had surely not seen it coming. With his superb vision, the champ saw the ball move towards him at a sluggish rate and out of reflex he caught it with ease, shocking all his viewers, even Cell himself.
"I told you kid to walk away from this fight. There is no way you can defeat me!"
Mr. Satan grinned when he witnessed Junior stumble back in horror, clearing astonished at the sudden powerful aura roaring from the champ. Wanting to end this as quickly and painlessly as possible, the champ broke into a run, threw his fist back, giving him the strongest punch he could muster. Hercule winced when he saw Junior practically fly out of the ring, landing in a useless heap mess on the ground, red blood leaking from his lips.
With his body shaking, Cell rushed to his son's aid, checking him as soon as he was within reach. Hercule saw Cell sigh with relief and so did the champ himself, glad that he hadn't killed the boy with his Ultra Punch, which he had been practicing for months to perfect; he was thrilled that it wasn't time wasted.
Hercule watched Cell pick up his unconscious son, fear consuming the ivory man when he meekly eyed the world champ.
"This…this is impossible! S-such strength! W-who are you?" Cell asked, his voice sounding shaky.
"Whahaha! I'm the champion of the world, Hercule Satan!"
"Well world champ, forgive me for all the trouble I've caused to your people…" Said the ivory man, giving the champ a respectful bow.
"I will." he started with a straight face. "If you leave and promise to never harm my people again."
"I promise! Please don't hurt me!" Cell begged, his knees quivering.
"I won't. Now leave!" he ordered.
Hercule grinned as Cell run off with his tail tucked between his legs. As soon as the father and son were out of sight, all those around him erupted into loud chants of his name.
Trevor eagerly thrust the microphone to the champ's lips. "You were simply amazing Champ! Now could you get into the ring so that the fight could actually start?"
Hercule looked taken aback. "W-what?"
"You sure you're alright? We could still ask to postpone the fight."
Mr. Satan blinked in confusion. "What…but I thought I-" His voice faded when to his horror he saw Junior standing in the ring, tossed that stupid tennis ball in his hand, looking quiet impatient.
"Mr. Satan, don't keep him waiting any longer! Go into the ring." Trevor whispered.
Putting his fear to the back of his mind, Hercule nodded and walked into the ring.
"You're making a big mistake boy, I don't want to hurt you. Step down and let the grown-ups fight!" Hercule said sincerely.
Junior laughed. "Nah cupcake, you the one makin' the mistake."
"Watch your tongue boy!"
"If you don't hop off this ring now, you's bout to get capped ya hear?"
Krillin rolled his eyes. "Oh bother, this guy is insane."
"Guys, we should get him out of there! That Android won't hesitate to kill him!" Trunks said.
Goku's face hardened.
Eighteen covered her mouth to smother a giggle. "That slang tho."
Bra nodded with a smile. "I know right."
"I wouldn't mind for that fool to get, what did he say, oh yeah 'capped'." Vegeta said, smirking with amusement.
Gohan frowned. "Guys, this isn't funny! We have to stop-"
"Don't worry son. I got this." Goku reassured.
And Gohan believed him.
Wanting to get this over with, Junior whipped the ball at Hercule as hard as he could, only to have an orange clad form appear in front of the champ with the Android's ball in hand. With a stern expression, Goku disintegrated the ball with a burst of energy. And then, releasing an extremely weak Kiai, he blow Mr. Satan out of the ring, causing the scared man to land on the ground.
Trevor immediately headed to the fallen camp. "Mr. Satan, What happened?"
Trying to buy some time, Hercule latched his large hands on his legs and started rolling around on the ground. "Ohhh the pain!" he moaned. "It appears you were right! I'm in no shape to fight Junior or Cell!"
While Trevor's eyes did widen, inwardly he felt relieved now that the champ was out of danger.
"But-But the world is at stake here!"
Hercule stood slowly in order to keep his ruse going. "Don't worry. See all those fighters on the side out there? They are all my students! Believe me, they are strong enough to beat Cell."
Piccolo growled. The ignorance of this man has no end.
Trevor took the mic back. "Well you folks at home, it looks like you won't be witnessing the mighty strength of the champ today. But don't worry, his students will take on the monsters and in that, will also prove that the champ is an amazing teacher!"
Hiding behind a rock, Sharpner shoulders sagged. "Ah man! I really wanted to see your dad take out Junior and Cell." He said, Erasa nodding in agreement.
"Yeah…me too." Videl said, however unlike her friends, she looked anything but disappointed. That was weird…when Junior threw the ball, I couldn't even see it until that guy caught it. Hell, my dad just got thrown out of the ring and from what I can tell, the blond guy never even touched him! Just who are these guys…and why is that kid with them?
Back with Goku and Junior, the ivory Bio-Android smiled.
"You know Goku, I should disqualify you for interfering in the match." Cell said. "However without you, this event would be over because all the others you brought are useless trash."
Vegeta's fist balled up at the insult while the rest of the group dismissed it.
"So now that the fool is done with, are you going to be the one to challenge Junior, Goku?"
Goku shook his head, which surprised the Z-Warriors. "No, I'd rather wait until the other get a shot to fight."
Cell laughed. "Oh Goku, don't be ridiculous!" He said, his icy eyes flickering to the group of fighters. "You are the strongest, however if that boy of yours had the ability to sustain his powers it'd be the other way around. But oh well, you have made your decision."
While this didn't shock the others, Vegeta couldn't help but feel rage at the fact that both the clown and his son had surpassed him, the latter adding sault to his already wounded pride.
"Next in line is the half Saiyan girl, Bra, which is unexpected as Trunks had been the stronger one out of the two. Just how did all of you gain such strength in such a short amount of time?"
Receiving no response, Cell shrugged. "Have it your way. Anyways, the rest of the trash aren't even worth mentioning." He said, giving the Saiyan Prince a cheeky wink, which irritated him as he knew he was at least stronger than his daughter.
Yamcha frowned. "Geez, what an asshole."
Cell gave Goku a pensive look. "Hmmm…" Cell extended his hand, aiming it at his son and suddenly Junior felt a pull in his body, leaving him breathless.
"There, I took half of Junior's power."
"What the hell pops?!" he yelled in outrage, however one look from his father quieted him; he pouted.
"Now, any of the other Saiyans can enter in the tournament and actually have a fighting chance."
"You know what, because I'm a reasonable guy, I'll make a special offer that you all would be foolish to refuse. If any of the fighters are able to either defeat or knock Junior out of the ring, I'll fight you at less than half my strength. And if anyone of you can land a hit on me, I'll give everyone an extra day to do…whatever you all did to become stronger. Upon return, we can truly begin the Cell Games." Cell said.
"You're lying."
Cell smiled. "I might be."
Goku grimaced and shook his head. "No deal. We aren't going to get any stronger within just a day. This all ends today." He turned to his friends, frowned and then returned back to Cell. "You know what, let's just get to the 'main event'. Give Junior his full strength back. I won't have a problem taking him out."
Cell smirked nasty. "Hmmm I'm afraid not, you should have put more thought into your decision Goku. The others will have to fight first, but Junior will remain at half his strength, so that they could at least have a fighting chance."
Goku mentally cursed himself for his stupid abrupt choice. "Fine…" He faced the group. "If any of you want to fight Junior, come on up here."
Trunks's mouth dropped. "You can't be serious Goku! Don't listen to him! Just attack him-"
"If he does, all of you die." Cell interrupted.
When Goku didn't try to negotiate, Trunks clutched his fists, his palms whiting under his gloves. I can't believe this!
"So who will it be? Vegeta?" Goku asked.
Dad, what are you thinking? Gohan mused.
"This is an insult, I will not fight that spawn of yours Cell at half his power." Vegeta sneered.
"Do you want him at full power? I could arrange that." When the Prince simply gritted his teeth, Cell grinned. "Didn't think so."
"This is stupid Goku, so you can count me out." Trunks said, angrily.
When Goku looked at his son, he shook his head. "I can't dad, you know why."
"I'll do it." all heads whirled to the Saiyan Princess.
Cell hummed with interest.
Goku's eyes widened, but nevertheless nodded and walked out of the ring as Bra stepped in and made her way to the center.
Vegeta wanted to protest, but thought better of it. If his daughter wanted to go on with this silly charade then let her. But if that brat dared to kill her, he will step in.
"Bra! Are you crazy?!" Trunks shouted, in which his sister gave him a strained impish grin.
"Sometimes." Trunks sighed as he watched his sister draw her sword from her scabbard on her back and pointed it at the little Android.
Junior took a fighting stance.
"Begin."
Her golden aura blazing to life, Bra's turquoise eyes shrunk as her muscles bulked up, yellow bio-electricity trailing around her body, causing the hairband that held her ponytail to sizzle right off.
Trunks's blue orbs widened. "What is she doing? That form is useless!"
"She's being foolish that's what." Vegeta frowned, undoubtedly displeased.
"No…that can't be it…don't you remember she was the one who told us about that form being useless. She said that Super Saiyan 2 is the true ascension, so she has to have some kind of-"
Krillin stopped talking when he saw all of Bra's strength leave her, her hair returning to its natural sea-green color and her muscles thinning and relaxing. Two things were odd about her appearance. First was that her hair remained spiked akin to how it was like in her Super Saiyan form. Second, her sword seemed as if it was highlighted in glittering yellow energy, which started at the halt and finished off at the tip of the sword.
Krillin and the others were at lost for words…that is all except for Goku, who was gazing at Bra nervously, a drop of sweat rolling down his temple.
A/N: Hi! ^_^;
You know guys, I really wanted to get the whole Cell arc done by the end of the year lol! Well, that most definitely ain't happenin! =/ But as you know by now, I'm really not a fast writer and I tend to slack off... by alot. I know this chapter was "meh", but I just HAD to do a stupid Hercule vs Cell (or in this case, Cell Junior) thing before shit gets serious XD
Anyways, I'm pretty sure I won't update again this year and I know that sucks because this really isn't an 'end of the year' chapter. I have started the next chapter, the intro part is all done...now if I can get myself to write the entire thing...
Anyways, have a great New Years guys!
Later!
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And no, Videl is and will stay straight as a board...
(Posted: December 9th, 2016)
~Gater~