Piccolo touched down onto the grassy field in front of Goku's home, and broke into a sprint. Without knocking, he tore through the door, feverishly looking for Gohan, who was not there. "Bulma!" Piccolo called, but no one replied to him. None of the furniture was out of place, in fact it looked cleaned up; the house was immaculate. "Goku!" Piccolo shouted, his anxiousness growing higher. What had happened here? He couldn't sense anyone's KI, and he was sure Goku could've beaten him home since the Saiyan used Instant-Transmission. He spun around, feelings eyes on him. He was being stalked, and Piccolo knew it was Cell. He could suddenly picture Cell licking his lips from the shadows, waiting for Piccolo to drop his guard. "Well, I won't get any answers any other way." Dropping his power, Piccolo turned his back, and started towards the door.

Cell suddenly burst from beneath the floor, pinning Piccolo against a wall with his sharp nails. "Namekian, we have to talk!"

"Not likely Cell!" Piccolo replied, and got his foot between Cell and himself. With a grunt, he pushed the Android off of him. "Piccolo, I'm not Cell!" Cell pleaded.

"And I don't believe you." Piccolo fired two blasts at Cell, who evaded them, and leaped backwards. The blasts blew a hole in the wall, which Cell retreated through. Stepping on the sandy beach, Cell turned to see Piccolo having closed the gap and attacking with new-found courage. Cell blocked most of the punches, but others he evaded again. Piccolo came once more after a temporary reprieve, when Cell whipped his tail out and held it over his head menacingly. Piccolo jumped back several meters, eyeing the tail warily.

"Piccolo! It's me, Vegeta!" Cell yelled. Piccolo stopped, remembering what Trunks said. "Oh my god, it's actually true."

"Of course it's true you blithering fool, why else would I claim such a thing?" Vegeta scolded. Piccolo suddenly became defensive again. "How do I know that you're not tricking me. Tell me something only Vegeta would know."

"That's a trick question now isn't it? If that thing can become me, than obviously it has all my memories too!" Vegeta/Cell countered. Piccolo hinged. If he let down his guard, and this entity in front of him really was Cell, it could put him in a critical condition that he may not survive. But if that is Vegeta, he'll have to trust him.

Decisions, decisions... "Where is Goku?" Piccolo asked, buying time for himself to think. "Goku is at Capsule Corp, where they moved Gohan after his condition worsened. They hope their more advanced machinery may buy him more time than those pills are giving him."

"How long ago was that?"

"About an hour. I stayed behind in case Cell dropped by. Maybe I could reabsorb him, teach that bastard to not mess with the Prince of All Saiyans!" Piccolo moved his head through the motions, allowing Vegeta to say his trademark line.

Piccolo's mind suddenly stopped wandering. "Wait Vegeta. If you're here...where is Cell?"

"Well that monster took my form! Haven't you been..." Vegeta stopped speaking, and his eyes flared. "Trunks is with Cell! And he thinks it's me!" Vegeta yelled. Piccolo took to the air, Vegeta right behind him."Cell, when I get my hands around your slippery throat, I swear I will make you suffer!"

Sorry if it seems back and forth at this state, but this is the last back and forth most likely before the story goes along a set course. I'll probably finish in five-ten chapters, kinda forecasting since I want this and my other stories to be done by June so I can start new projects, such as a Fringe Fanfiction, and Big Bang Theory and How I Met Your Mother Crossover called the Coastal Infusion. Thanks for all the reviews, I'll catch you later. =D

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