A/N : Wow… I'm ashamed I never actually finished this. My utmost apologies. I don't have the original work anymore… so this chapter is going to be, VERY short, and simply not very good. Simply because I feel compelled to end it for you finally.

It was strange really. As he fought against the green/yellow and purple invader, he almost felt… lucid. More so than he had felt in a very long time. Yet, at the same time, it seemed his sight was becoming much more blurry, and he couldn't track Cell's movements as easily as he had before.

A large fist swung at him, catching his jaw, and he grunted painfully. Flowing with momentum, he twisted, falling to his knees in one fluid motion, and threw his own punch, aimed at the chest of his enemy. And he swore as he was suddenly thrown backward not a second later.

Trying to catch himself, he flipped around and planted his feet. It was a sore attempt to slow his momentum, and though it ultimately worked, he ended up falling backward anyway. "Damn rocks…" he cursed lightly, rubbing at his eyes in hopes to regain the crystal clear vision he was normally so used to having. "Never again will I take my vision for granted…"

"Nor will you get the chance boy," came the deadly voice. Internally cursing, Gohan looked up into the amethyst colored eyes of the monster he hated more than anything in the world. Cell looked like he was on his last leg, though Gohan was certain he was looking about the same. "This ends now. I grow tired of your petty rebelliousness. You will die like a good little child, am I understood?"

Gohan had to blink. For a moment, Cell sounded a lot like his dad… but his daddy would never say something like that… ever… Glaring back at his enemy, he growled, deep in his chest, earning an odd look and a small chuckle.

"Come now, do you honestly believe you can defeat me? I am perfection. I cannot die, as I explained before. So, give up now, and save yourself this pain and suffering."

"Shut up." He said, staring down at the ground. "You're not as perfect as you think. I will beat you. You're not going to win this Cell. Never in a million years."

"Sentimental young one, aren't you," Cell replied, smirking. His arms were crossed, and he portrayed every bit of power Gohan knew he possessed in his stance. Aura was swirling around him, unrestrained.

And for some reason, he could almost see Bulma. With her head directly over his own, light shining brightly behind her… It almost looked like an after image. But in a second, it was gone. Everything became loud, and he covered his ears.

Bulma bit her lip. This procedure was completely safe… in theory. But… it was completely un-tested. She moved the laser knife slowly, her eyes glued to the computer screen. It was easy enough to find Cell, and as she adjusted the settings on the knife, it would be easy enough to cut it loose. Sucking the mass into the specially designed "vacuum" would be slightly trickier, but it would still be fairly simple.

She just needed to be absolutely certain of where she aimed the knife.

It wasn't leaving a mark. As she carefully moved the tip, she watched the mass begin to peel away. There was the normal residue left behind, but otherwise… It was working.

She didn't dare glance away, but she knew Chichi, as well as the entirety of everyone else, was watching from the Observation Room.

He was using up every ounce of his energy.

In reality, this felt, identical, to their final fight before. Locked in a battle of wills, the energies of the Kamehameha wave whipping around them both as they called every last tendril forward in hopes of victory. It was brutal.

And yet, here they were again. Doing the exact same thing. Again.

He was curious how the tables turned. One moment they were locked in a stalemate, and all of a sudden, Gohan was practically winning, for the first time since all of this had started.

Gohan could hear Cell taunting him. He could hear his snarky comments and his laughs. But despite Cell's sudden confidence, Gohan had hope. He could almost sense Bulma beside him, and his mom, and Vegeta, and everyone else. And that was why Cell wouldn't… couldn't win.

He could even sense his daddy behind him. Just as he had helped him in that fight… Goku was giving him the strength he needed to battle here and now. "I told you you wouldn't win…" the boy ground out, not even looking through the energies to his enemy. He could imagine well enough that Cell was glaring, as well as panting with the exertion, just as he was.

"Stupid boy… I'm perfect. You can't kill me!"

"But I'm about too…" Gohan smirked, snapping his teal colored eyes up to stare at the creation before letting loose a loud scream. He felt like he was on fire, but he didn't give in, taking everything he felt and throwing it at the bug like thing.

Everything he saw faded to dark and he lost all strength to stay conscious.

"Success. Cell's been completely removed, and contained," Bulma said, professionalism coating her voice as she placed the canister in a slot her beakers normally stood within. She turned around and grinned broadly, flashing a victory sign toward her friends in the Observation Room. She didn't have to hear them to know they were celebrating at that simple little sentence.

And not a moment later did her lab door swing open and Bulma found herself stuck in a lethal embrace, courtesy of Chichi. The woman was babbling a million miles a minute. Bulma could only grin though. She and Chichi rarely got along… but maybe she wasn't so bad…

"Great job Bulma!" Yamcha exclaimed, patting her shoulder. The scientist flushed, not really sure what to say in reply. The former bandit's faithful companion was saying something the same in nature, as did Krillin, Tien and even Piccolo might have said something as well (though she hadn't really known they had even arrived), though she didn't quite hear it…

Vegeta had pulled her into a swinging embrace before she could process what had happened. She laughed and squeaked at the sensation of her husband swinging her around her lab with more care than anyone would give the Prince credit for. He whispered into her ear too softly for anyone else to hear, and her flush turned to full out blush.

After he set her down and she explained what needed to be done next, Chichi turned and glared at the canister. "What do we do with… him?" she asked, barely keeping her tone even.

Bulma's own glare landed on the container. "Left as is, he'll be in a state of suffering. The radiation he's contained in won't burn him away completely… It's not a permanent solution, but it… is nothing less than he deserves. I'll work on a way to destroy him completely. Cell better watch out in HFIL… cause if I ever get my hands on him…"

"You'd have to get in line, woman," her husband growled, his smirk even more deadly than normal. She quirked a brow at him, and he shifted. Then, as haughtily as he was known for, "I already called first dibs."

"Liar."

"Cheat."

"Asshole."

No one could keep the chuckles quiet as Krillin, Tien and Yamcha spoke in almost unison, cursing the Saiyan Prince to Hell for his victory on them.

Everything was dark. Well, actually… everything seemed bright, but his eyes were closed, and because they were closed, everything seemed dark. Not that that made much sense… but Gohan really didn't care if it made sense or not.

"Gohan?" the voice was quiet… but it made his head hurt with its volume. "Are you awake?"

"mfff" was all he could reply with. His brain may be disjointed, but his entire body seemed completely numb and unresponsive. He really wanted to tell whoever this was to turn the lights down and speak quieter… but he couldn't, because his mouth refused to listen to him.

"Good to see you kiddo…" it was Bulma. It took a minute to click, but… he knew it was her. "You'll be feeling pretty sick for a while. I'll get you some water. You're going to be fine though. Ok?" His mother was asleep beside him… in fact, just about everyone he knew was asleep, all scattered around him. He didn't dare open his eyes, but he could sense every single one of them.

He had won. Or rather, Bulma had won. His mother had told him at some point that the scientist would save him… right? So, was that fight with Cell real? What happened?

Frowning, he shook his head mentally. He was safe now. Everything would be fine. He grinned to himself, taking comfort in the sleeping energy signals around him. And after Bulma gave him a small amount of water, Gohan eased himself into the most peaceful sleep he'd had in a very long time.

The cell was angry.

More than before.

It reactivated its core programming, getting to work.

This would take some time.