There it is, Bulma thought to herself, indulging a twitch of amusement at what Dr. Gero would think if he could see the daughter of his arch enemy now. She had once again broken into the inventor's once-secret lab and proceeded to make herself at home in front of the computer screen.

It was strange. Nothing seemed to be wrong, but her heart gave a little flutter. Perhaps had she been taught in the ways of sensing energy levels, she would have known that what she felt was a Kamehameha wave, followed by a distinct maroon laser in the distance. She also might have sensed as Vegeta powered up to fly towards the maker of these two attacks.

But as it was, she simply shrugged the bad feeling off and let her hands move naturally across the keyboard, siphoning through the myriads of Dr. Gero's computer programs.

He must have had a program to track these things. Now if I could just find it… She frowned at the computer screen.

Suddenly as if a switch had been turned, Bulma stopped typing and gasped. It wasn't what she had been looking for, but she had stumbled upon something just about as useful, if not more so.

Every piece of data on every single android Dr. Gero had ever made. Right up to Android 20 and even one called "Cell."

Bulma opened up that particular folder and scanned it quickly, reading the facts on what was undoubtedly the most heinous of creations she had seen.

This monster was made up of the cells of the greatest fighters on Earth, including Goku and Vegeta, and looked to be completely made of organic material. Bulma looked down at her bag, thinking of how that meant that if this last android was indeed this "Cell" then the deactivator was completely useless.

And if that was the case, they would need all the information they could get in order to beat him. Bulma's hands flew once more across the keyboard, sending the folders of the Android information to an informal network she had set up between there and Capsule Corp.

The transfer seemed to be working, but it would take quite some time to fully send. Bulma didn't waste a second, finding the tracking program within minutes after she had begun.

It seemed to be functional, all right. She wasn't sure which clue came first, the position of the little blinking light on the screen or the soft hiss of a pleased monster coming from right outside, but either way, Bulma knew what that meant.

He was here…Cell…

The transfer wasn't complete. It still needed over a minute. Not long in the scheme of things, but Bulma highly doubted that the android would wait. And without that data, they might still lose.

Bulma's nails dug into her fists and her periwinkle eyes narrowed. I won't let that happen! She decided, getting up and grabbing her bag.

Bravely putting one foot in front of the other, she marched out, eyes set on the insectoid smiling before her.

He hissed in a voice to send chills up one's spine, "You know that you have no chance to win against me."

Something about the way he taunted the older woman, made her stronger than she would have otherwise been. Like royalty in front of scum. She lifted her chin slightly and said, "I know that."

His stinger endowed tail flicked with amusement and he continued, "So, you will still fight me? Even though I can crush you without even trying?" His slitted eyes darted back and forth between Bulma's blue ones.

She stepped forward, shortening the distance between them. It was only then, as she moved that she saw what the android could not. Vegeta was there, back in the trees, watching this match.

In that split second her heart leapt up with joy and was torn apart with horror. He's not supposed to be here. What if he gets killed?

She gritted her teeth and spoke once again to the android in front of her. "I believe that every creature should be free to fight. That's why," she growled, feeling the rage building within her. "I know I am not the strongest and never have been." Bulma took another step forward, now just a few meters away from the creature, but her voice rang out loud and clear. "In fact, I have no chance of ever comparing to the strength of Vegeta, or that our son. But I want to have my chance to fight. I would rather die trying than cower behind anyone else!"

She spared a glance at the Prince and saw something that she had never expected to see. Disdain she expected. Anger she almost would have guaranteed.

But in those deep, obsidian eyes, she saw that he was impressed by her decision. He was proud of her. Bulma's heart soared and she gave a little smile despite her situation.

"So, you two had a son? Interesting. What is his name?" Cell's voice cut into her happiness with the force of a Kamehameha wave.

Yet, she wasn't about to back down. Bulma spat on the ground at the monster's clawed feet, clearly stating her intentions.

Cell twitched his tail once more and smirked. "You think that I cannot sense you, Vegeta? Aren't you curious what your son's name will be, just as I am?"

Vegeta and Bulma both froze where they stood. So, he knew.

"Well," Cell rasped in that disgusting voice of his. "If she won't tell me, I certainly won't let you know either." He lifted up one splayed hand and before either human or Saiyan could move, Bulma's body was blasted backwards into the mountain and through the open lab doorway.

Bulma skidded across the floor and saw as Cell shot an energy blast right over her head. This was it. She watched as the ceiling crumbled and the weight of an entire mountain rushed to meet her.

There was no way out. She screamed and covered her head, waiting for the impact to kill her.