Sorry about the hiatus :(- LLL Haze, time fading in and out, the infinite premise of length distorting and constricting. From the swelling of his face, to the rawness of his flesh upon stone, Piccolo felt it all. He'd been unconscious for hours, at the very least, but every second felt like a day. He wasn't experiencing time, he was time. Numb to everything, yet everything was based around him. "Gohan!" Piccolo rose with a start, wincing and groaning as his body protested. "Get stuffed." he told it, and the pain actually subsided somewhat. A quick glance around, allowing his neck to work. Silver walls were all around him, and money was all on the floor. Mounds and mounds of Zeni, enough for Chichi to buy a year's worth of food for Goku. The thought brought a hint of a smile….Where was Goku? No screams or sounds of combat were reaching Piccolo's phenomenal hearing, nor was there a dust or rubble trickling down from above. The hole in which Piccolo crashed through revealed a violet sky, but the moon was out. Eyes widening in urgency, Piccolo flew. He barely flinched as the cold night air enveloped him, he'd been unconscious for a couple days! Looking left, peering right. Mickey Town looked just as bad as when the fight was ongoing, but without the people. Bodies were strewn everywhere, that was indeed...wait no bodies… Clothes. Cell. Suddenly nothing mattered. "Goku where are you?!" Piccolo roared, his voice echoing on the wind for miles. He darted to the nearest boulder, and lifted it; Goku had a tendency to be found under those. Instead, he found Trunks, battered even worse than Piccolo felt. Blood poured from every orifice the Z-Fighter had, his eyes, mouth, nose. "What the…" the Namekian started to say, when a piece of debris crashed down on his right. Piccolo turned, frowning. No one was there. Still, a feeling that he wasn't alone stuck with him. He took off his shoe, keeping all his senses at full alert, and pried a pack of Sensu beans from a little pouch on the soles of his feet. Feeding Trunks one took a moment, but soon the teen's eyes opened. Piccolo wasted no time in kneeling next to him and interrogating. "What happened?" Trunk's eyes were unfocused, but he replied, "They were toying with us. Dad and I anyway. 18 took us out with ease. And-then they went for Goku." Piccolo shook the boy as he began to relapse into unconsciousness. A single Sensu not enough? Piccolo gave Trunks a second. The Saiyan managed to stand now, and look a lot healthier. "Where's Goku, Trunks? Did you manage to see him?" Trunks nodded. "They stayed right here in Mickey Town, using the entire area as a large Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Only Goku won…" Piccolo smiled. "So where is Goku?" Trunks' blue eyes became steel. "He's dead." Part 2… "He's WHAT?!" Piccolo yelled. Trunks started walking. "It wasn't the Androids that killed him though, nor the strain. After you fell, we knew the Androids were just testing us. They quickly dispatched me and my father, and then double-teamed Goku, expected a quick victory. Only Dad and I fell on purpose. Once we were away, we gave our energy to Goku. Rejuvenated, he beat down the Androids. Then, well Cell happened." Piccolo went cold. That fiend was always a problem. Trunks continued talking, stopping near a rock to try and sense for his father. "He attacked me, knocking me unconscious, and then went after Vegeta. Without our power, Goku burned out. The Androids and him were pretty much spent, much like how you and Android 17 were in another time. Neither of them had the energy to fight Cell, so...he absorbed them." "He became complete?" Trunk's silence was a definite confirmation. Piccolo drove his fist through a wall, uncaring of any further damage to the city. The whole planet was doomed. He tried thinking. "Cell still thinks the original plan was to give him the Androids. Maybe we can still say Gohan and work around this." Trunk's look told Piccolo there was more to the story. "Before he knocked me out, I tried that exact reasoning. I said, 'Why are you doing this? We are trying to help you!'He just laughed, and told me everything. He's knows we plan to betray him Piccolo, so...he beat us to it." "That doesn't make any sense! How could Cell possibly know?" "It isn't us that he is afraid of Piccolo, he knows about Gohan!" Piccolo stopped for a moment. "What about Gohan?" Trunks looked confused. "Didn't I tell you all?" Now Piccolo was getting annoyed. His body hurt, his plans were in ruins. "Tell us what?!" "Gohan is the reason Cell always dies. He is the one he defeats him. For some reason, this Cell found out...so he eliminated the Gohan variable. He is the one who gave Gohan the virus. It was 's secret weapon, in case the Androids should not be strong enough. That little spy drone that collected DNA, also poisoned each of the Saiyans. It just so happened that it affected Gohan instead of the others. It's also why Cell went to the future in order to destroy the antidote, and give Gohan the wrong one." Piccolo's eyes narrowed. "So Cell is gone, has killed Goku, left Gohan to die, and we have no way of beating his complete form?" Trunk's smiled turned sad. "Guess I should have come back sooner…"