Chapter 8: Standing on the Edge of Tomarrow
Disclaimer: I wish I did own Dragonball and DragonBallZ, but alas, I do not. That honor belongs to Toei Animation and Akira Toryama.
"Where are you going dad?" asked Gohan.
"I'm just going to speak with that kid," answered Goku.
"Hey little guy," greeted Goku, "So, what are you doing here?"
"My business is my own," responded Yeung with a sneer.
"I can guess," said Goku. The Saiyan warrior rested his palm on Yeung's head and began to scan the boy's memories. When it was all over, Goku removed his hand and turned to leave the ring.
"What did you just do?" asked Yeung.
"Nothing much," stated Goku. "I just wanted to get a feel for what kind of person you are."
"Why?" asked Yeung irritably.
Goku looked back at the boy with a kindly expression on his face before saying, "I'm curious as to who trained you."
"I was trained by former World Martial Arts Champion, King Choppoa," Yeung proudly said..
"Could you please just fight me already?" asked Cell irritably, "I want to be done with this duck shooting game."
"You're going to pay for treating people this way!" declared Yeung before crouching into his fighting stance, this one being reminiscent of Brazilian Jujitsu.
Cell simply shook his head in remorse at the boy. "If I had a zenni for every time I've heard that one…,"
"Well, I guess it's time for you to put your money where your mouth is," chided the teen terror.
"Enough, it's time to make a believer out of you runt!" shouted the android, "I will defeat you without even using ki."
"Ki!" At the mention of that word, Yeung cocked an eyebrow.
"Now, come at me," commanded Cell, "Oh, and don't worry. I'll go easy on you for your sake. No sense in sullying my hands on a mere human."
Outside the arena, Hercule had managed to stagger back to his side of the ring and was rejoined by both his PR crew and Miss Pizza.
"Mr. Satan, what the heck happened in there?" asked the speckled announcer.
"My foot just slipped. That's all!"
"It looked as though your finishing move grazed right off of him," remarked Miss Pizza.
"Are you calling me a liar?" asked the champ.
"Ummm… no," answered the redhead nervously. "Anyway, that kid's about to fight."
Hercule and the others looked into the ring and saw Yeung standing before the maniacal terror that was Cell.
The tension surrounding Yeung looked so thick that one could cut through it with a knife. Finally, when Yeung couldn't contain himself any longer, he burst forward in a stint of suprahuman speed that allowed him to bridge the distance between him and his opponent in mere seconds. Upon reaching Cell, Yeung let into his torso with a powerful uppercut.
….Or at least it seemed powerful until he realized that his attack didn't even hobble his bioorganic adversary.
"Uh-oh…," muttered the young fighter. Soon, he felt a strange wall of air pushing against him, and he began to slide slowly toward the edge of the ring.
"What is this," wondered Yeung desperately.
Suddenly, however, just as the wall of compressed air started, it stopped. Afterwards, all that could be heard was Cell's horrendous laugh.
Yeung eyed the olive colored being coldly before asking, "What did you just do?"
"I just gave you a quick lesson in Ki 101," remarked Cell, his voice carrying the razor edge of arrogance.
"So you're saying that if you wanted to, you could make it where I wouldn't even be able to get close to you," quipped the youth.
"Oh, but don't worry," assured Cell, "I like to play with my prey before I kill it."
"Just like you did the people of Gingertown?!" demanded Yeung.
"Oh so that's where you're from!" said Cell in a hint of surprise. "And here I thought I killed them all. Well, I can't let a job go unfinished now can I?"
Yeung took a moment to spit before launching himself forward for another go. He barreled into Cell with a series of palm strikes and ridge hands, yet despite his best efforts, he was still unable to damage Cell. If anything, they only served to reopen wounds he had suffered yesterday at the hands of Hard Copper.
Finally, he wound up for powerful jab to Cell's head and just as the blow was about to strike, Cell seemed to vanish into thin air.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You're too slow."
Quickly, Yeung turned to see that Cell had completely outflanked him. Before he could act, however, Cell slapped Yeung to the floor, creating a shallow dent in the sandstone upon impact.
"Oh my!" shouted the announcer, "It seems that Cell is giving our little challenger a run for his money. What's the scrawny fella gonna do now?"
On the Z-fighter's side, Goku and friends looked on with some degree of interest.
"I'll give that kid credit," started Tien, "He's stronger than I was at his age."
"I don't think I even started training till I was at least four years older so the same holds true for me," commented Yamacha.
"The kid has got to be at least as strong as Master Roshi," said Krillain.
"I'd like to know how he got that strong," spoke Goku, "The strength of the teacher often times reflects the strength of the student. It's no secret that King Choppa was a strong fighter in his time but even he barely cleared the 'wall of humanity.' There's just something strange about that boy."
"Hmm… I know what you mean," mussed Piccolo, "I haven't got this sort of feeling about another person since I started training Gohan back in the day."
Back in the ring, Yeung forced himself off the floor. His vision was cloudy and the entire right side of his face looked as though it were simply hanging onto the skull. Blood was gushing from every orifice his head had to offer and his left eye began to puff out like a biscuit.
"Dammit Kid! Get outta there!" hollered Mr. Satan.
"Dad, you've got to do something!" yelled Gohan.
"Hold it Gohan!" ordered Goku, "This is what that kid wants! He needs this!"
Yeung managed to get to his feet which turned out to be no small miracle in itself. He took one look around before a grotesque smile began to inch its' way across the left side of his face. Then, he began to laugh. Yes, that's right! He laughed!
"What do you find so amusing you little worm?" asked Cell.
Yeung seemed lost in himself as he began to walk slowly towards the corner of the ring. Upon reaching one of the spires that christened the four corners of the foundation, Yeung squatted down and grabbed the massive structure by its' base. Slowly, the stone megalith started to rise out of the ground, and a pressure crater began to form under the tiny fighter due to the sheer forces involved.
Outside the ring, Hercule and the others on their side watched on with amazement at this feat of seemingly impossible strength.
"Keep it rolling," the announcer commanded his faithful camera guy.
"I'm running out of tape."
"T-there's n-no way!" stuttered Piroski.
"Inconceivable," blurted Caroni.
"Just what do you intend to do with that?" asked Cell cocking an eyebrow.
"This!" Spreading his feet wide, Yeung drew the massive pillar back the way one would a baseball bat. Then, with almost untold levels of grit, Yeung swung the gigantic stone architecture. Bone and sinuous snapped and tore as the boy's torso twisted. The bones in his feet popped as the ring floor gave way to his body's horrendous might. The spire continued to arc its' course right into Cell until finally, the huge stone spire shattered right across Cell's temple. Unfortunately, Cell wasn't affected by this in the least. The green android just stood there unimpressed by the teen fighter's best efforts.
However, Yeung wasn't finished. He still wielded half of the spire like a giant club. Using everything he had left, the small warrior hefted what was left of the pillar over his head and brought it down squarely atop Cell's skull.
Once again, however, this tactic proved to be useless against Cell. As opposed to damaging Cell, the spire molded around his upper torso all the way down to his chest plate. Reaching up, Cell wrapped his arms around the cylindrical stone structure and applied a slight pressure. The granite crumbled easily around the bio-freak as though he had squeezed paper mashie.
"There's just no way!" gasped Yeung. In the process of pulling off that high risk maneuver with the spire, Yeung had broken most of his ribs, ruptured a disk, lacerated every muscle in his back and midsection, and every wound he had bandaged earlier had been reopened. At this point, it took everything he had just to stand up.
"Wow! Simply Amazing!" shouted the announcer from outside the arena, "Ladies and gentlemen, one is left to wonder just where a kid that size gets his power from. Every blow he unleashes has been nothing short of dynamite! Yet, Cell still stands completely unfazed by our little hero's mind-blowing assault! Now, we turn to our champion, Mr. Satan, for expert commentary on this heated battle! Mr. Satan?"
"Huh?!" said the champ dumbly.
"Your opinion on the fight?" repeated the announcer.
"I don't comment on assholes."
"You do realize that you can't say 'asshole' on live television?" warned the announcer.
"You're not the one who had his business suffer loses in the millions," retorted Hercule sarcastically.
"Sorry for living," returned the speckled announcer with equal sarcasm. The two of them turned their attention back to the ring.
"If you two haven't noticed, that kid's about to collapse!" said Miss Pizza exasperated.
"Before I finish you, I want you to know one thing boy," stated Cell.
"cough What? That you're a sick freak! A little late for that isn't it?"
"No," corrected the android, "I simply wanted to tell you that once I'm through killing all the fighters here I intend to hunt down every living person on this planet one by one."
"If you can kill me so easily, why are you just toying with me?" asked Yeung.
"It's that look in your eye," stated Cell bluntly. "Every time I see it, it reminds me of the look I see in the one I'm programmed to kill. I can't let you die before I break your spirit."
"So this tournament is like some vindication of who you are?"
"That's part of it," replied Cell.
"Well isn't that nice?" said the teen off-handedly.
"Isn't it?" replied Cell. Just then, Cell grabbed Yeung by the throat, and lifted the boy right off the ground.
Yeung tried his best to squirm out of the hybridized monster's iron grip but to no avail. As the teen fighter began to black out, his life began to flash before his eyes.
'This can't be happening! Dammit! It wasn't supposed to end like this! I have so much work left to do. This can't be…..'
Cell continued to slowly apply pressure to the kid's throat, relishing the intense agony of his latest victim. All of a sudden, Cell noticed a dim ember that began to emanate from all over Yeung's body.
'What's this?' wondered the android, 'It seems I've slightly underestimated this little brat. His ki presence is increasing drastically."
"Do you feel that?!" asked Krillain.
"Yeah, that kid's inner strength is growing," spoke Tien.
"It's his body's hidden powers," stated Piccolo out of the blue.
"Hidden powers?" repeated Krillain, "You mean like the strength that Guru unlocked from inside me and Gohan back on old Namek?"
"Yes, it seems his body is unconsciously tapping into his innate power," explained Piccolo, "Most likely in response to a crisis."
"Still," spoke Vegeta, "Him fighting Cell is like Raditz fighting Freiza. Even with this awakening, the boy is overwhelmingly outmatched."
"Shouldn't we do something to help him?" asked Krillain, "Goku?"
"Guys, wait!" shouted Goku. "Look there! Something's happening!"
The dim glow around Yeung began to coalesce further until Yeung's entire body was shrouded in a deep blood crimson energy flare. Subconsciously, the teen fighter reached up and made a grab for Cell's wrists. Cell released Yeung and stepped back a bit.
"You wanna roll with the big boys?" asked Cell. "Fine then! Let's find out whether this power is the real thing!"
Yeung's untrained power continued to billow up around his morbidly injured form. Suddenly, all that was him began to come to the fore as his latent energies focused unto his calloused right hand. Then, as if by instinct due to untold hours of training, he balled his hand into a fist and took a wide swing at Cell. Without difficulty, Cell sidestepped the punch, and the energy that was contained within shot out like a demonic fireball.
The wave of power continued to travel on a trajectory right into the distant mountains until finally it connected with a distant peak. Clouds parted high in the sky as the ethereal glow reflected off the upper atmosphere. This seemed to tint all the heavens with a dark crimson that seemed almost ecclesiastical in nature. Finally, the sound of the intense blast reverberated across all the land as a massive shockwave spread out from the epicenter of the explosion. Behind the shockwave came tidel waves of fire-like, red ethereal that rained down upon the entire desert.
"Holy crap!" yelled Yamacha, "Such power!"
"It's like he just tapped into a bottomless well!" stated Tien.
"Amazing!" shouted the announcer, "How can our challenger possibly be doing this, and what is this strange otherworldly force that seems to be turning the sky red?"
"I think I'll pass on fighting the kid!" said Caroni nervously.
"Good call!" agreed Piroski.
"There's no way this can possibly be real!" shouted Hercule.
When the crimson hue from the blast finally receded, the far off mountain range looked as if a hydrogen bomb had been detonated right on top of it. Where once stood a mighty peak now resided a deep blast crater that resembled a shield volcano. Far above the once pristine summits loomed an ominous mushroom cloud that seemed to stretch on forever.
"F-for those of you at home who are not officially f-freaked out, all I have to say is maybe you should have this job!" stammered the ringside announcer.
"It's over for him," stated Goku.
"Huh?!"
"The boy has nothing left to give," said Piccolo, "Drawing out his hidden powers completely drained him. It's all over now."
"Please dad!" pleaded Gohan shaking his father's arm, "Stop this…"
"Goku, if you're gonna do a rescue, you had better do it now," warned Krillain.
Meanwhile, inside the ring, Yeung had collapsed face first onto the floor. Cell strode up to boy's fallen form and with one hand, reached down, and yanked the youth right off the tiled surface by his scalp. He brought his hapless competition up a little further before laying into the boy as if he were a punching bag.
"As…I...said...before!" mouthed Cell in between strikes, "I…like…to play…with my…prey…before killing it!"
"Oh my God!" cried the announcer, "Please, Mr. Satan! Do something!"
"He's going to kill him!" shouted Miss Pizza.
"You're right!" said Mr. Satan in the most macho tone he could muster, "I'm going in!"
Back in the ring, just as Cell was preparing to send Yeung on his way with one final strike, he felt someone grab his wrist in mid punch. He turned to see that it was Goku who had come to the rescue of the kid.
"Let it be, Cell," warned the Super Saiyan fighter. "Your fight is with me now."
Cell casually dropped the unconscious Yeung to the floor before replying in kind, "Finally."
Goku reached down to pick up Yeung, but before he could grab him, Cell shot an intense death ray through the boy's lower torso. Goku gasped in shock at Cell's unnecessary display of brutality. A puddle of blood and urine began to well up around Yeung as the boy began to convulse in agony.
"Hey! Why'd you do that?!" shouted Miss Pizza from outside the ring.
"That was foul play at its worst!" yelled the announcer.
"As I said before," started Cell, "You leave unconscious only if I let you leave."
"Errr…You Bastard!" shouted Goku. The Saiyan warrior crouched down to lift Yeung's battered head.
"Krillain! Catch!" Goku tossed Yeung out of the ring and into Krillain's arms. Krillain lay Yeung down on the ground and cobbled together some rocks to keep the boy's head elevated.
A short while later, Yeung began to slowly come to. His head throbbed something fierce and he had a difficult time clearing his vision. When the teen fighter tried to sit up, something occurred to him…
"My injuries!" said the boy, "They're gone. It…it's a miracle!"
Yeung looked around to see that the ring had vanished. In it's place was a scene that could easily be mistook for the surface of the moon. Where once lay the foundation of the ring now rested deep craters some of which seemed charred black.
Just then, something heavy crashed down right next to him nearly causing Yeung to jump out of his skin. It turned out to be one of the strange fighters from before; the midget bald one to be exact.
Upon closer examination of the fighter, Krillain's body, Yeung bore witness to numerous bruises and lacerations that covered every visible part of the man's arms and face. In addition to the visible injuries that the monk had sustained, one of his legs were twisted at an unnatural angle.
"What or who did this?" was the only thing Yeung could ask. His question however fell on death ears for the ex-monk Krillain lay unconscious.
The next thing he knew, Yeung felt something small and dense land right on top of him. Looking over his shoulder from the ground, he saw a tiny blue monster resembling a miniature Cell standing on top of him. The creature shrieked something terrible as it began to punch Yeung in the back of the head.
After twenty seconds of intense beatings at the behest of this 'Cell Jr.,' Yeung tried desperately to shake the little gremlin off. He threw his shoulder back repeatedly in an attempt to backhand the evil little devil.
"Err..Get away!" shouted the frustrated youth.
In response to Yeung's utterly useless attempt at resistance, the Cell Jr. leaped off of the teen fighter and began to use Yeung as a speed bag. Every blow that the croaking little monster landed hit pay-dirt as Yeung was repeatedly sent sprawling into the rocky desert floor.
Blood gushed from Yeung's right ear like a sprinkler as Yeung disembedded himself from the granite surface of a rocky flat. He had barely made it to a sitting position before the Cell Jr. was once again on him.
"What is this thing?!" wondered the teen fighter.
The teen titan attempted to raise his fists and made one last desperate stand against this turquoise aberration. He brought his arms close to his body and tried his best to deflect a series of powerful kicks that the Cell Jr. had launched at his midsection. The kicks themselves easily broke through the boy's guard and did massive damage to Yeung's torso. Whelps and bluish bruises began to rise on the boy's arms and torso.
Finally, the Cell Jr. leaped into Yeung and delivered a powerful swinging back kick to the boy's right arm. All that could be heard was a blood wrenching 'crunch' as the strike snapped Yeung's forearm like a twig. Yeung tried to scream but the creature fish hooked his cheek and once more threw him across the desert floor.
The boy continued to skid across the ground until his broken form was planted face-first into a rock face. He slinked to the ground like a deflated balloon and simply laid there, his body in a state of shock. The last thing he saw before passing out yet again was the spiky haired blond kid, he had seen before who had arrived at the Cell Games with the group of strange airborne fighters. Finally, there was darkness.
A short while later, several of the Z-warriors had gathered in the aftermath of their last stand against Cell. Among them was Yamacha who carried an unconscious Son Gohan in his arms. Beside him stood his friends and allies. The triclops, Tien carried the corps of a Mr. Trunks Briefs, and Krillain was sitting down cradling an unconscious Android 18. Further back behind them stood Piccolo who was chatting with Vegeta.
"Wow, I can't believe it!" remarked Yamacha, "It's finally over."
"Yeah, we're finally safe again," declared Krillain.
"Hmm.. safe," mused Tien quietly, "God, how long has it been since we've heard that word?"
"Ummhmm," agreed Yamacha, "I know. Can you believe it? Gohan actually did it!"
"We all did Yamacha," said Piccolo. "We honored Goku's sacrifice."
"Goku," spoke Krillain softly, "He's only been gone for ten minutes and the world already seems a whole lot emptier."
"I wish there was something we could do to change this?!" shook Yamacha, "It isn't right! We can't even wish Goku back to life!"
"We'd better get Gohan and Trunks back to the lookout," said Tien. "Dende should fix them right up."
"Yeah!" exclaimed Krillain. Krillain stretched a little as he stood up. He bent over and lifted Android Eighteen into his arms. Suddenly, something lying in the distance caught his attention. Out in the distance was an arm was protruding out from under a pile of rubble and sand.
"Guys, over there," shouted Krillain pointing to the downed body. The rest of the Z-warriors followed his finger to the pile of rubble.
"It's that boy from before," stated Tien. Tien sat Trunks down and rushed over to the pile of rocks. Crouching down, he began to dig frantically through the mess of debris until the down person in question was unearthed.
"It feels as though he's still alive," said Yamacha.
"Give him to me," ordered Piccolo. The tall Namek scooped the injured youth into his arms and began to fly off.
"Well, come on guys!" prodded Yamacha following suite, the others not far behind.
The only one to stay behind was Vegeta. The Saiyan prince stood there and quietly thought about all that had happened that day. His mind was particularly fixated on the one event that tugged at him the most.
"Kakoratt.. " muttered the Sayian warrior, "Why? What reason do I have to live now that you're gone? Will we never get to settle things?"
Hours later, high above the Earth on Dende's lookout, the Z-warriors began to tie up loose ends. Much death and destruction had been afflicted upon the Earth's people by the fierce Cell, and in many ways, the Z warriors felt as if they themselves had a hand in what Cell had done.
"Take it slow Gohan," cautioned Earth's newly appointed Kami, Dende. Before lay Earth's savior as well as its strongest child progeny and demi-Saiyan, Son Gohan. Son Gohan had sustained a serious injury to his left arm in the act of saving the Sayian warrior Vegeta from Cell's monstrous wrath.
"Dende…," uttered the half-breed youth, setting up.
"It's alright Gohan," assured the short green guardian, "You're healed now."
"Hey, Dende!" hollered Krillain, "We could use a little of that healing power over here!"
"Krillain!" shouted Yamacha, "I'm not sure that's such a good idea."
"She's not all that bad Yamacha," said Krillain gesturing to the downed Android 18, "She can't help what Dr. Gero did to her. Dende, do your stuff!"
Earth's God reached down and summoned his incredible regenerative healing prowess. After a period of about ten seconds, his subjects' eyes fluttered open.
"W-Where am I?" asked the stupored blonde cyborg.
"Back away from her Dende!" warned Yamacha who had already lowered himself into a fighting stance. Android Eighteen took on look at all of them before rushing off the sanctuary.
"Hey! Where ya goin?" yelled Krillain. "I hope she comes back."
"Forget about her Krillain!" said Tien, "We've got other concerns to worry about."
"It's time to call upon the dragon," stated Piccolo.
"Yeah!" cried Gohan, "Let's bring Trunks and all the other innocents that Cell killed back to life. You ready Dende?"
"Right!" nodded the Namek boy. Dende turned to the seven magic orbs known as the dragonballs and began to call forth the mighty Shenron. "Eternal Dragon. By your name I summon you!"
The sky promptly became dark and foreboding, and great winds began to churn the air into a tumultuous turmoil. Suddenly, radical lightning began to grace the sky until finally, a bolt of energy struck the seven magical relics giving rise to a golden mass of light. The mass spiraled on in a seemingly forever fashion until with a flash, the majestic Eternal Dragon emerged from the electric maelstrom.
Everyone present stared on with aw at the ecclesiastical reptile that now hovered above the lookout. Most of them present had seen the Eternal Dragon before. Nevertheless, the sight of the great creature always commanded some form of reverence from the Z warriors.
"I am the Eternal Dragon," boomed the giant being. "Make your wishes now and it will be so granted."
"So, who's going to make the wish?" asked Krillain.
"You do it Krillain," said Tien, "You know what to say."
"Alright!" The ex-monk turned back to the mythical beast before continuing.
"Eternal Dragon!" shouted the bald fighter, "Please return those who were killed by Dr. Gero and his creations back to this physical plain!"
"It shall be done!" stated the dragon. Its eyes glowed crimson for but a brief moment before the incantation was over. Everyone gave a jubilant cheer.
"Trunks is waking up!" cried Krillain.
Slowly but surely, the boy from the future sat up. The half-Saiyan warrior took a brief moment to look around before Yamacha spoke up.
"Looking good buddy," snickered the human fighter.
"What happened?" asked the fuisha-haired teen.
"Cell happened!" declared Krillain, "You should have seen it. When Vegeta saw you die, he went wild. He threw everything he had at Cell. It was incredible!"
Father did that!" said Trunks fairly surprised. Before anyone else could say anything, however the Eternal Dragon's thundering voice cut in…
"Make you second wish already!" ordered the dragon.
"Oh wow! I forgot about the second wish," said Krillain.
"What should we wish for?" wondered Gohan aloud.
"We could use the last wish to go to Namek," said Krillain, "Once there we could ask Porunga to revive Goku."
"Alright!" cheered Gohan, "It's off to Namek we go."
Suddenly, out of the blue, a familiar voice chimed in.
"Hey, wait! Don't I get a say in this?"
"Daddy!?" spoke Gohan.
"Goku!" shouted all present.
"Look, I've been thinking about some things. Looking back, I've come to terms with something that has recurred over and over throughout my life." Goku paused momentarily before continueing, "Over the years, almost every adversary that has threatened Earth has done so because of me. Think about it! Raditz, Vegeta, Garlic, Freiza and now Cell!"
"Uhh…, Goku I'm not sure I like where this is leading," said Krillain.
"I've come to the decision that maybe it's best that this time I stay gone."
"But Daddy!" cried Gohan, "What about mom and me?"
"You'll do fine Gohan!" said his father assuringly. "The Earth has you now. You've proven yourself capable to the end. I'm proud of you son."
"What will you do Goku?" asked Krillain.
"I'm going to explore this new world. There's an adventure to be had and I don't wanna miss it for the world! Besides, from what I've seen, there's a whole new generation of heroes coming up. The planet is in good hands."
"A whole new generation?!" spoke Tien dumbfoundedly.
"Goodbye everyone," said the Saiyan warrior finally. "I love you all."
"Goodbye Daddy!" cried Gohan, "I'll miss you!"
"Bye Goku!" shouted everyone else present.
"Well, what do we do with the second wish?" asked Tien.
"I've got it!" stated Yamacha, "Let's ask the dragon for money. I couldn't hurt to make ourselves rich could it?"
The other Z-senshi stared at their comrade as if he had a screw loose. Finally, it was Krillain who broke the silence…
"I know what to wish for," said the ex-monk before turning to the Eternal Dragon. "Can you restore the androids to their original human selves?"
The dragon hovered silently before responding. "That wish cannot be granted."
"What?" half-shouted Krillain., "Can you at least remove the bombs that were placed inside of them?"
"That I can do," answered the dragon. With a crimson flash of the giant reptile's eyes, the deed was done.
"Alright!" shouted Krillain.
"Man Krillain," started Yamacha, "You sure do have the hots for that girl!"
"I just thought that her and that other android made a very cute couple is all," said Krillain half-heartedly, "At least I can bring some happiness to her."
Suddenly, from out of nowhere a commanding voice, that of a women's, boomed.
"You fool! Android Seventeen is my twin brother you idiot," shouted Android Eighteen from a far.
"Brother!?" said Yamacha silently, "Did you hear that Krillain? You may still have a chance!"
"Oh, I get it!" roared Eighteen, "Big strong man rescues me and now I'm expected to just go waltzing to him. Well, think again buddy!"
Needless to say, Krillain felt down struck with the direction this was going.
"Still," continued the cyborg, "What you did was very nice. Thank you." And with that the bionic woman leaped over the side of the lookout and sped off in the distance.
"She's gone…," muttered the sorrowed monk.
"For what it's worth Krillain, I think that girl really digs you!" said Yamacha.
"Really!? Do you really think so?"
"Sure," replied Yamacha, "In fact, I'm dead certain!"
"That's right," spoke a sarcastic yet unfamiliar voice, "Don't mind me. Eventually someone's going to see me lying here."
All those present on the lookout turned their attention to the body of the young boy they had found following their climactic battle with Cell.
"Oh gosh! I'm sorry!" cried Dende, "We completely forgot about you! I'll have you fixed up in a jiffy."
"Take your time," said Yeung in a sarcastic tone. "It's only a shattered spine and multiple lacerations! No, don't mind me! Please continue with what you were doing."
"Please forgive me," begged the little guardian. Dende bent down beside Yeung and began to work on the boys' injuries. Within seconds, the teen fighter was back on his feet.
"Hey, I recognize you now!" said Tien, "You're that kid that fought Cell."
"Naw duh!" mouthed Yeung, once again with the sarcasm.
"Well, you're not exactly easy to recognize when your face has been rearranged," retorted the triclops, "Those were some pretty good moves you used back there. What's your name kid?"
"Rolo Yeung,"
Power Levels:
Rolo Yeung: 119
Rolo Yeung( hidden powers surfacing) estimated 10,000
Perfect Cell: Around 4,000,000,000
Super Saiyan 2 Gohan: Estimated 10,000,000,000
Tien Shenhan: 8.5 million
Krillain Chestnut: 4 million
Super Saiyan, Son Goku: 1.5 Billion Max
Yamacha: 2 million
Piccolo Daimoa: Around 400 million
Super Saiyan Vegeta: Around 750 million
Super Saiyan Trunks: Around 900 million
Cell Jr.: Depends on which Z-warrior they were made to fight individually.