CHAPTER 18-Preperations and a Naughty Boy
ME-"Sorry, no chatting with our stars today. I have to stay focused with the Cell Games and the less distractions the better. Thank you for those comments on the last chapter. And on with the story…"
DISCLAIMER-Zombiechick422 does not own or claim to own Dragonball/ Z/ GT. She only own Kentana, Kent, and Ai.
The group stood silently awaiting the arrival of Goku. The young Namekian identified as the new guardian of Earth, Dende; Gohan, dressed in an outfit like Piccolo's; Piccolo, dressed in his usual blue outfit, white cape, weird headdress, and pointy orange shoes; Krillin in his orange fighting gi that had the symbol of the Turtle Hermit on it; Kentana in her full saiyan armor, gauntlets and all; and Trunks, in the blue spandex and saiyan armor. All the faces looked grim, each refusing to smile or show joy at either one of them. Piccolo and Dende looked up, shortly followed by Kentana, then Gohan and Trunks, as they heard Goku coming. As Goku landed, they noticed how he looked much happier than they all felt or thought right to feel.
Kentana was usually overjoyed before a fight, but now she felt no happiness, just grim sorrow. She knew very well that she could very likely lose someone she cared dearly about. She wanted Piccolo dead, to avenge her dear Radditz and take back the honor of their third class bloodline, but she wanted it by her hands and no one else's. She wasn't going to let some freak android take that away from her.
"Today's the day," said Goku more seriously, but still hint of a smile on his face. "Where's Vegeeta?"
"He went on ahead," answered the deep and moody voice of Piccolo.
"He must be pumped up from all the training he did. What level's he at?" No one answered. Kentana didn't need to take a quick glance at them to tell their faces mirrored her mood. It still felt so peculiar to her to feel so upset before a battle. She usually just felt or outwardly showed the emotion of dull unhappiness, but that was after a fight that ended in the deaths of too many weak and innocent. It didn't bother her too much if the dead were a formidable foe, but sometimes that just didn't happen. "Hey guys, what's with the silent treatment? Somebody want to explain?"
"Goku, we seem to have a bit of a snag here," informed Krillin. No one interrupted as Krillin went on to explain that the dragon wouldn't revive anyone who had died before then and been revived. Meaning that anyone who had died before, by Frieza or the saiyans mainly, couldn't be brought back. Trunks, Gohan, Kentana, and Dende got off easy, but just about all of the other fighters were brought back with Earth's dragonballs already.
"Don't worry," assured Goku a little too cheerfully for Kentana's taste. "He's not gonna beat us guys."
"Hello, we're fighting Cell here!" yelled Krillin angrily, stepping towards his best friend.
"Hey, just take it easy." Goku held up a calming hand at the bald monk before turning around to go. "Now, let's hurry up or we're going to be late."
As they flew through the air, making their way towards the location of the Cell Games, Goku looked over at his newly found out niece. Trunks flew through the air and she sat cross legged on his back facing behind them with her arms crossed. A vain slightly bulged in her temple at her frustration with her mate. She grumbled to herself angrily, adding in a few insults and curses that Trunks did his best to ignore. It wasn't hard to. She mainly went about cursing in saiyan, but he managed to pick up the meaning of a few words. A white aura enveloped the two of them. (Sorry, but when I was re-watching the Cell Games it had a slight lavender tint along the edges as he flew to the Games.)
Kentana had been just fine to instant transmission to them when they got there or just instant transmission to Cell's Ki and wait for them, but Trunks thought it would be a bit too risky. She hadn't completely mastered the instant transmission yet and could very likely end up in the arena with Cell or possibly in a wall. Trunks was just going to carry her bridal style in his arms, but she refused. She said it was too undignified to go into a serious battle being carried around like that. That was around the time he debated just slinging her over his shoulder and getting it over with like that. Her tied hair flung about her face in the wind, but the lead ties held firm and no hair was sprung loose. She may have been cursing under her breath on the outside, but on the inside she was setting her priorities straight.
She had to put all her focus into becoming as mute and immune to her emotions during a fight. The same way she was before when she used to purge planets and destroy whole species for Frieza. Emotions were bad in a fight. They made you hesitant and sloppy. Emotions controlled your ability to fight. If you're scared you are hesitant, if you are upset you are sloppy and don't think, if you are sadistic you become arrogant and screw up.
Neutralizing yourself in a fight was the best way she found to survive and make it through sane. If she worried about her friends fighting Cell she wouldn't be able to fight at her best. She needed to calm herself and remain rigid if she wanted to do her best. She took slow, deep breaths and cleared her mind of all but her key battle thoughts.
She found it was best to think through various things she had learned and memorized when she was little and recite them in her head in order. It was similar to someone calming themselves by counting to ten or reciting the periodic table by name and number. She thought up the exact order in her head of various moves and strategies and had the mental image of the scenario you used them in. It was her way of clearing her mind and it had worked since before she met Radditz and was taken to Frieza's ship.
1-Uppercut jaw. 2-smash down back. 3-knee gut. 4-roundhouse kick. 5-finish the job. 1-side step. 2-elbow back. 3-stomp chest. 4-make Ki blast. 5-finish the job. 1-punch face. 2-block. 3-kick chest. 4-grab throat. 5-finish the job...
The list went on and on. Each step burned into her head with an image from self-experience and use. Each and every one ending with 5-finish the job. Finish the job... Where was the mercy she used to ask herself. She got the answer the hard way when you ask 'where can you put the mercy?' Up your ass is the only place she was taught to put it and that was the only place it served in a fight. Mercy is obsolete, unnecessary. As useless in a fight as an emotion… she thought, telling herself repeatedly to burn it over past scars in her head. Her way of life may have changed when she met Trunks, but her thinking and fighting would never change. It was a way of life and as hard to change as changing who you are. Nothing had ever changed that in her, nothing ever would.
When she finally looked over to where she sensed Cell's Ki becoming closer and closer with every passing second, she showed a face of a warrior she had long since been. Her mouth was drawn into a serious line that threatened to break into a menacing snarl, her turquoise glare was oozing with determination, and her eyes flared with the pure untamed saiyan wrath. She let a small smirk slip onto her lips, that was done. She felt satisfied with having returned her fighting sense that she had abandoned into the far corners of her mind, but still within reach to their rightful place on time for the fight. She showed confidence and power, but deep inside she worried about how Trunks might feel towards this change in her style and attitude.
The change was temporary. She couldn't get rid of it, it was as much a part of her as her own thoughts, but she could stash it away to remain unused or until next needed. She could go back to the her Trunks fell in love with. She had only changed out of that Kentana, the saiyan warrior Kentana, in the first place because of what happened on Frieza's ship were she lost her mind, confidence, and the will to live or fight. Then when she grew angry and sad and miserably longing for her friend or any friend in the pod she became the nicer Kentana, the mother and mate Kentana, and found what she searched for. Now she was the warrior again, feeling powerful from the power she always had but never let allowed herself to drug herself in.
The thing that worried her most was, would she want to change back? And if she did, could she?
She brushed that off, the thought being only a liability in a fight, in her mind. Goku definitely noticed the change in her as his gaze drifted away from his niece. Her Ki wasn't exactly eviler, but it felt more hostile and different enough to frighten him. Even her appearance was different besides the way she formed her face. She stood, if possible, even prouder and held her soldiers like a proud saiyan warrior. Her beautiful face was polluted with an intimidating glare and sadistic smirk. Somewhat like Radditz was when he first came to Earth, except with even more pride and power, and a true reason to use it.
That's what she told herself was the reason for going back to her murdering self, that she did it for those she loved. She had decided that days before and she knew inside when she thought of everything she had to protect that there was no other way for her to be able to fight to her fullest. This is the only way, and I can always change back. Right?
"Hey, I sense three other Kis with Cell," Trunks informed her. She realized she sensed it as well.
"Bugs," she suggested. She had turned to be sitting with her front facing the direction they were headed. Her arms were folded and legs crossed. The wind blew hair out of her face to reveal the dangerous look about her angelic features. She was like a trap. To draw you in with the face of beauty, then when you're close enough to see the look she carried, it was too late to escape her wrath. The warrior inside of her, now come to the surface, was going to have fun with it.
"I don't think so, one of them feels a little stronger than the average human."
She shrugged. "A really big bug?"
He shook his head. Usually he would have been resisting the urge to smirk at that, but he didn't even need to try this time. Something about her voice sounded different, cooler and less comforting. Even her demeanor and mind link between them felt a little foreign or tampered with, like someone had corrupted it. He shook his head, she was just being pumped for the fight. The pure blood of a saiyan in her burns for this rare chance, he supposed.
Kentana looked about interestedly as the location of the Cell Games came into the view of her keen saiyan senses. It was a large white tiled stadium with a spike pillar jutting out of each corner. She could just make out Cell, but not much details of him. She noticed a bulky green form she recognized as the android from when she went after Trunks. Then she saw a tall curly haired man, a man in a suit, and another holding a camera that he pointed at them as they came into the sight of the humans.
Yup, she thought. Definitely bugs.
As they were then above their landing spot next to the stadium she leaped off his back and used her powers to set her fall into a quick drift. She landed gracefully on the ground right after they did. She seemed like one of the oddest of the group to the humans that had been there before them.
She was the only female, a beautiful one at that. Her armor stood out more, having been the full armor rather than the smaller, rounded spike less versions her mate and close friend wore. If Gohan and Goku hadn't been in super saiyan form she would have stood out with her locks of gold. Her well-toned legs were revealed, but the dangerous feel around her, the menace that radiated off of her in waves made it an obviously scary idea to try and check them out.
She now got a good look at the bug like creature in front of her. It was the thing that stole away the lives of so many. He was the reason she seemed so dangerous, and if Goku or Vegeeta didn't finish him off, she'd definitely want her own shot at it.
The tall curly haired man almost made her laugh. He was ridiculously weak and looked pathetic enough that her newborns could easily take him out. He had a strange moustache and darkly tanned skin. He had muscles, but she could have easily mistaken them for uneven chunks of fat, considering she had far more power and muscle in her smaller form than he did. She probably weighed more because of it too. He had on a maroon outfit that revealed a good part of his hairy chest, eww, a long white cape that she found to look stupid for she thought that the one Piccolo and Gohan were wearing was better and nicer, and a large belt with a gold plate on it. She was near certain he would die.
The other guy was in a decent suit with his hair parted down the middle and combed. He had a micro phone in hand. The other one was dressed rather blandly and had what she believed to be a ZTV news crew camera, obviously by the ZTV symbol on it. She thought she may have seen them once or twice on one of the few times she sat down and watched TV.
They better not get in the way, she thought. She was not in a good mood. Kentana, plus bad mood, plus warrior self, equals the apocalypse.
"How are they all able to fly?" questioned the reporter into the micro phone.
"I guess that trick's very popular today," said a sweating Mr. Satan.
That's right! Fear me! Half consciously thought Kentana. Thank Kami she wasn't speaking through an open mental link. They had closed their mental link to avoid feeling excess pain should one of them be drawn into a fight or hurt. They didn't completely block each other off like she did to him before when he found out her little secret, but they shut it down so that they were only aware of the other's mental presence. That way it was like they were on opposites sides of a thick wall rather than that terrible feeling of absence and longing, like they lost something dear to them.
Android 16 walked past the camera man and right towards them. He looked determined and towered over all of them. He must have been must have been nearly twice Vegeeta's height.
"Hey, Android 16!" called Krillin with a smile. "Hey, you're back!"
"Yes," he responded in his mechanical voice. "and thank you. Because of your help, I am at last fully functional again."
Krillin chuckled. "Aww, shucks. You're welcome."
Then Goku did something that would have startled Kentana if she hadn't known how nice and naïve he is. He walked right up to him and raised a hand to be shook. "Hi, my name's Goku." There was silence as he wasn't responded to.
"I know you're name," answered the android. "I was created solely to destroy you, though I've chosen not to."
Isn't he charming? Thought Kentana sarcastically.
"Get a load of Mr. Personality," he whispered to Krillin.
Then Mr. Satan stepped forward, eyeing Kentana critically. Must be one of my fan girls, he thought vainly. She must be one of those who admire me. "Hey," he called to her as he took a few steps closer. She didn't like his tone. It reminded her of guys who she had seen in her timeline when she did something they thought was too dangerous for a woman to do.
"Back off," she warned agitatedly. She was seriously not in the mood.
He didn't just do that, thought Trunks as he began to worry for the older man's sake.
Oh no, he's in for it, Yamcha was sure. He learned the hard way that just because she looks like she could be a sweet loving face doesn't mean she can't rip your throat out without even trying. She didn't even look that sweet and loving at that moment.
"A beautiful and fragile-"
Shit! He said fragile! Trunks mentally yelled. Wait, did he just call her beautiful? Now he wanted to punch the guy.
Did he just say what I think he said? Thought Kentana.
"-might get hurt." Kentana ground her teeth and clenched her fists into bone white knuckles as the words came out of his mouth. A vain bulged in her temple. The anger was radiating off of her in strong, near visible waves. She held the bridge of her nose in between her index and thumb. It took every ounce of strength and pride not to rip his insides out of his body and beat him to death with them. She'd literally done that before.
"1-punch face. 2-block. 3-kick chest. 4-grab throat. 5-finish the job... I'm a good person," she stated as a reminder to herself. "Good people don't kill people. I'm a good person. Good people don't kill people, no matter how annoying and…" she said this to herself to help control the bubbling anger under the surface and keep from releasing the wrath of an angry female saiyan.
Trunks walked up to her from behind. He placed his hands on her shoulders and steered her away into the opposite direction. "That's right," said Mr. Satan arrogantly. "Get her away from here so that the real fighter here doesn't have to worry about her safety." Trunks was finding it very hypocritical that he wanted to punch a man for saying the same thing he had wanted done only hours before, but under different wording.
"Oh, I'll give you something to worry about!" she snarled as she lunged for him. Trunks caught her by the waist with his arm, and held her back by slinging her over his shoulder and pinning her there with his arm. She fought in his grip with her legs flailing and arms clawing at the air in a vain attempt to strangle Mr. Satan. Trunks questioned how much of a bad idea it would be to "accidentally" let her attack him. Oops, she slipped out! He decided that watching her rip apart the man that he already seriously hated just might not be worth all the trouble and bad feelings that come afterwards.
He lugged her into the back of the group where e dropped her on the ground. She crossed her legs and folded her arms over her chest. Her glare bore deep into the ground, occasionally glancing up at the Z-fighters that happened to look at her concerned. She blew a loose golden lock out of her face. Her bristling tail tightened around her waist. Mr. Satan had by then wiped off his sweat and walked back on to the arena to give a word with to the reporter.
"She was nothing to worry about. Just another fan girl who is probably upset I'm risking my life." Kentana's lips curled into a snarl and she would have attacked him had Gohan not placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a comforting look. He was bound to get ridiculed by the reporter and strange man too for being just a kid. She gave him a small half smile before brushing her tail fur flat.
Ha! Kentana a fan girl! Please, she couldn't be an obsessed girl hopelessly in love with that loser if she tried. Was a thought passing through most of the minds of the Z-fighters, and Bulma and Master Roshi who were both watching. Trunks really wanted to kill the guy for making such outrageous claims about his mate.
"I swear, it might just be fair if he gets killed,"(Haha, Master Roshi said the same thing and I burst out laughing) she grumbled loud enough to be heard by her friends and family there. "Don't ask me if it'll be Cell who kills him though, because I make no promises."
Most of her friends agreed with her. That guy was a total baka and would get himself killed. It was becoming exceedingly obvious that if she kept being insulted she would have less self-control than Vegeeta. Mr. Satan looked at her again as she stood up. She made a quick movement that made her look like she was about to lunge at him for the briefest second, and it made him flinch.
Kentana glanced at Vegeeta and they shared a look for a moment that made him think, she's back.
So, what do you think? I thought I'd introduce to you the bad ass Kentana that she used to be before she became depressed and moody, then lonely, then sweet and kind (somewhat). Of course it would make sense she'd be like how Radditz and Vegeeta were when they served under Frieza when she did too. She couldn't have been purely be the same caring mother that cried so often from heart ache and concern for Trunks when she was a planet purger. The career and personality aren't very compatible. Please review!XD It's like 12 o'clock right now and spent the last one or two hours on this. Bye for now! The Cell Games haven't even started yet!