Trunks, Vegeta, and Piccolo soared through the air, with Vegeta holding Cell by his tail. "Piccolo, where are we going?" Trunks asked for the fourth time. He eyed Cell very suspicious, as if the Android was just waiting to wake up at kill them all. Piccolo kept silent and increased his speed, covering a mile every minute. At last, the trio of Z-Fighters broke through the clouds, and emerged in the glimmering brilliance of Kami's Lookout.

"We're here." Piccolo announced. A minute later, and they touched down on the white tiles. Almost immediately, Kami shuffled from out of the darkness, face gaunt. "Piccolo. You do know I told you not to come here. Especially," he gave a disgusted look at Vegeta, "with him." Piccolo didn't even bat an eyelash, just kept walking forward. "I know Kami, but this is important. The Androids will be looking for us on the ground, not miles above Earth. And...I needed to talk to you."

"Well I have nothing to say to you."

Kami held Piccolo's gaze for a moment. Trunks and Vegeta watched awkwardly as the two halves had their stare-down. Finally, Piccolo blinked. "You'll listen anyway. May we place him in a room?" Piccolo motioned to Cell while Kami pursed his lips. "The one on Vegeta's right."

He began to walk away when he said, "A word Piccolo. Now." Trunks glanced at the sturdy warrior, silently asking if he needed help. Piccolo very subtlety shook his head, and proceeded to follow his alter ego. Trunks and Vegeta meanwhile lugged Cell into the room, and shut the door. Piccolo and Kami meanwhile entered an enormous room. No furniture, pictures, paint, etc stood in the room; it was for meditation. Kami turned and faced Piccolo. "What are you doing?" he asked concernedly. Piccolo seemed confused, yet he knew the answer. "I'm helping the Saiyans. Goku's son is like my son. I...I love him Kami."

Kami scoffed. "You, actually being able to love? How can you even be near them, they destroyed our world!" Piccolo sighed. "You're still focusing on that? Frieza destroyed Namek. They destroyed Frieza. We've been over this."

"And you expect me to believe Vegeta isn't at all innocent? I'm not an idiot, I know what he did on Namek!"

"Yes, he knocked out Goku, but Kami, he's changed. The fact that Bulma couldn't get pregnant, it...he's mellowed. He is still the arrogant son of a bitch that I hate, but he's changed. Trust him."

Kami looked like he'd drop dead right there. "I'm starting to think the boy is a distraction."

Piccolo's eyes became steel. "If you hurt Gohan I'-"

"You'll do what? Kill me? Haha, good luck with that Piccolo. We both know you can't stand toe-toe with me in a fight."

"I think you are reliving your glory years elder. You're power may be greater, but you are limited by your body. Don't you ever, touch Gohan. Vegeta will get what comes to him, and Goku, well you know Goku is good."

"I don't think we know anything about these Saiyans. Their race is dead, but they just keep getting stronger. Goku himself beating Frieza to near death? That's not him. Piccolo, he would never try to kill." Kami grabbed the Namekian's shoulder, fixing him with a worried father's gaze, "Piccolo they. Are. Dangerous. Goku may be your friend, but if his son must be chosen over you, it will be over you."

Piccolo gave a sad smile. "Even after all these years elder and with me being a part of you, you still don't get it. That's the way I'd want it to be, every time."

He left the room.

"You filth!" The smack of fist on flesh reached Piccolo's ears throughout the door. He burst in, grabbing Trunks before the teen could hit Cell any more. He cast a disappointed look towards Vegeta. "You weren't going to do anything?"

The Saiyan shrugged. "Cell deserves to die. And besides, you should know better than to get in a Saiyan's way."

Piccolo stared. "Frieza did. He wiped out a whole planet of you."

Vegeta's voice dropped twenty degrees. "Yes. But where is he now? Dead."

Piccolo wordlessly turned away, and pushed Trunks towards his father. "Settle down." he warned.

Then he focused on Cell.

"Oooo. Am I going to be beaten by a Namekian now. That's a rare treat don't you think?" Piccolo ignored him. "Why did the Androids leave?"

Cell studied his interrogator. "I'll answer your question if you answer mine."

"Fine. What do you want to know?"

"If you could kill Vegeta, would you?"

Piccolo didn't miss a beat. "No."

Cell looked shocked. "Really? No? Why?"

"I answered your question. Now you."

"Party pooper." Cell pouted. "The Androids, like me, are smart. They skirmished with you and your friends because in the future, they only had Trunks here to deal with. Obviously he wasn't much of a challenge, so they thought they could take you, unaware that time-travel drastically reduces an Android's battery. So they fought Trunks and Vegeta again after they engaged me. Surprise surprise they took them out. But then, Goku showed them that they still had a challenge, and Goku managed to hold off two of them for a while. And just now, Trunks and I did not succumb immediately. In fact, we held our own for so long the Androids fell back. From their standpoint, it seemed like you were all getting stronger. So now, they will wait until they are at their strongest before they destroy you."

Vegeta laughed. "You really think they could destroy us? Apparently you do not know Saiyans."

Cell gave him a look over with his bruised eyes. "Their power is greater than anything you can possibly imagine. When fully powered, the Androids have no limits. They will never tire, their speed will increase, their power, everything will make them the perfect killing machines. And worse, they will be able to repair themselves over time. They will not give you reprieve, they will not underestimate again. You. Have. No. Chance."

Vegeta was about to say something but Piccolo silenced him with a hand. "How long Cell?"

"Hmmm, two days from I'd say. If they're gutsy, and you bet they are, they'll charge the last few minutes on their way."

"If you're lying I swear I will kill you Cell."

"Do it. Gohan will die then. Hey, I'll give you the cure if you give me something."

Piccolo's head snapped towards Cell. Trunks noticed. "Piccolo, don't do this. Cell wants the Androids. Don't give them to him."

"Enough Trunks!" Piccolo roared. Trunks quieted, but he looked ready to immediately jump in. Vegeta watched, bored in the corner.

"Cell, are the Androids what you want?" Cell nodded. "Nothing would make me happier Piccolo. Give me the Androids and the cure is yours."

"How would you give it to us?" Vegeta piped in.

"Well, all you need are some of my cells."

"I think one will survive."Vegeta was suddenly in front of Cell with a blast in his hand.

"Vegeta don't!" Piccolo shoved the Saiyan's hand from Cell's face just as the blast discharged. There was a scream, and smoke filled the room. Frantically, Piccolo kicked open the door, and at once the smoke flooded out. Everyone except Cell walked out, with Vegeta mildly annoyed.

"You blithering idiot, how can you not realize Cell wants nothing more than to escape. He will lie and deceive, but you're too love-struck to see it!"

"Vegeta, while this may be hard for you to believe, how would we even get the Androids to Cell? We can't find them, let alone stand toe-toe with them if they will be as powerful as Cell says they will be. We have to get stronger..."

"I am the Prince of all Saiyans. I can handle them."

"Then what's stopping you from looking for them right now?"

Vegeta looked at Piccolo, and then glared away, furious. Piccolo sat on the ground, thinking of a solution. "How can we beat them if they'll just keep coming?" Trunks whispered. He was suddenly caught in a current of memories, memories he could not allow to happen again. "There has to be a way to increase your Super Saiyan potential." Piccolo finally said, looking at the two. Vegeta smirked. "Assuming the blasted planet could withstand two Saiyans battling, and the Androids didn't come, it would take far longer than two days to recuperate. Kakarot, you, and I did not even increase our power 1% after nearly killing each other. We need more time."

"Why don't you just use the time you already have?" Kami said, coming back into the room. Vegeta eyed the Namekian suspiciously. "How do we do that?"

Kami looked to Piccolo. "You said I could trust him. I will hold you to that." Before Piccolo could reply, Kami turned back to Vegeta. "There is a room here that will allow you train at the intensity you desire, for the duration you desire. Where one day passes on Earth, a year will pass in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber."

Vegeta leaned forward, hands balled into fists. "Where is it?!" he demanded, eyes eager.

"Follow me." Kami said.