Cell

The Android's head shattered under my foot, but more kept coming. "Dammit," I huffed, already exhausted. "We're in trouble."

"Speak for yourself," Vegeta retorted, blasting through the enemy's lines.

...Okay, I'll back up.

I returned to Capsule Corp to deliver the Dragon Balls, when Vegeta showed me a live feed of Satan City. It was overrun with Androids, but not the shadowy ones. These looked fully robotic, but the military couldn't manage to damage them at all. Needless to say, we hurried there, soon followed by the rest of the Z-Fighters, minus the still-comatose Goku.

And now we're back to the present. I quickly countered a blast aimed for Tien's head and destroyed the attacker. The power I was putting out was incredible, far more than my Perfect Form. It was my first time fighting as a Super Saiyan, but I could already see the appeal.

Vegeta grunted as the Androids didn't let up. "Where are they coming from?"

Tien looked back at us. "There must be a factory nearby. Chances are, Oreg is there, too."

I felt my rage increase. "Then we need to find it." Right as I said this, the bright morning sky darkened, easing my temper.

"Bulma must have summoned Shenron," Roshi observed. "Let's hope that kid of your's can turn the tides, Cell!"

Bulma

Shenron rose before me, glowering down. "I am the Eternal Dragon. Speak your wish and I may grant it."

I got right to the point. "Shenron, a boy died yesterday; Locke Brangwen. I need you to bring him back to life!"

Shenron was quiet for a second, then his eyes gleamed. "It has been done."

Meadow

We were watching the news feed with worry, when an explosion boomed somewhere close behind us. Ms. Brangwen seemed to know the cause and ran straight for the room holding Locke until the funeral. She threw open the door. Inside, rubble littered the coffin and floor from a giant hole blasted throught the wall. Locke's body was nowhere to be found, but the coat and tie to his suit was thrown on the floor.

Her joy confused me. "Oh, my god," she breathed. "He did it!"

"Who did what?" I asked.

She grinned and grabbed me in a tight hug. "Cell used the Dragon Balls and brought back our boy! Locke's alive!"

I felt my body go numb, then tears of joy started to drip down my face as my broken heart mended.

Locke

I was confused as hell when I suddenly found myself laying in a coffin, wearing a white tuxedo. But when I heard the TV, along with two very familiar voices, I finally registered what was happening: I was alive! I had a second chance, and I wasn't going to waste it.

Sensing Cell and the others fighting, I threw off the suit coat and tie, turned SSO, and barreled through the wall, taking to the sky immediately and rushing to help.

"Oreg!" I shouted as I flew. "You're dead!"

Cell

I panted heavily, struggling to keep up with the Androids. My Super Saiyan form was finally starting to show its downsides, and I was quickly running low on energy. The human Z-Fighters all seemed equally exhausted, but the Saiyans and Piccolo still fought hard, destroying each one with a single hit. But they could hit so many at one time, and with the rest of us slowing by so much, the enemies were quickly building up.

I looked around, noticing that I'd been separated from everyone but Piccolo. Seeing as I'd yet to, I tried to strike up a conversation. "So, um..." It was more awkward than I'd expected. "I'm sorry for nearly killing you all those years ago."

He grunted. "I'll forgive you if we all survive this." Then his face softened and he continued. "You know, I can't help but compare you and Locke to me and Gohan. We took them in and filled the hole their father had left, even though Gohan didn't have that hole for as long as Locke."

I nodded. "Remember, I do have your cells in my body. Perhaps it came from there."

"That's a thought." Suddenly an Android got an attack in, knocking me to the ground. "Cell!"

I tried to get up, but the Androids grouped up and started kicking me while I was down. Piccolo was too preoccupied to help, and I didn't have enough energy for all of them. I felt my transformation begin to falter.

Suddenly, a wind swept past us, and something smashed all of the Androids around us to pieces. I started to get up, when someone offered a hand. "You were getting your ass handed to you," a familiar voice commented. My eyes widened, and I stared up into my son's smiling face. "But you do look good as a Super Saiyan, Dad."

"Locke..." He was dressed in the same suit his grandparents had insisted on putting him it, minus the coat and tie, but he was very much alive. I took note of the growing crowd and accepted his hand. "We have this," I informed him. "You need to find the factory and shut it down." He nodded and was about to take off, but I grabbed his wrist. "Locke?" He stopped. "I'm glad to have you back."

He smiled. "It's good to be back." I released him and he took off on his search.

Locke

I scoured the city, looking for where the Androids were coming from. Then I spotted it: a huge black dome built into a destroyed area of the city. I hurried over to it.

Once inside, I didn't bother with the maze of hallways and just barreled through the walls. I came to the manufacturing room and, without a second though, unleashed a volley of energy blasts, destroying every machine in the room. The roof caved in, burying me, but I quickly blasted my way out.

I scratched my head as I looked down on the destroyed factory. "That was way too easy," I observed.

"Right, you are." Before I could even see the speaker, I felt something metal slam into my gut, hard enough that blood sailed out of my mouth and splattered on the black metal now in front of me.

"Wh-who...?" I coughed. The attacker backed away, and I got a good look. It was a really beefy Android that looked like a suit of plus-sized medieval armor, with a red light shining through the visor. I floated back and gritted my teeth. "I know that voice! Oreg!"

The robot stayed still. "Yes," he responded.

I smirked. "Your voice is clearer this time. Does that mean I'm talking to the real you?"

If he had a mouth, I'd assume that he smirk as well my his tone of voice. "Not quite. But if you do manage to destroy this body, it will be the end of me."

"Are you sure you should be telling me that?"

"It won't matter. You're on your way back to Hell."

I struck my battle position and shook my head. "Not if I have anything to say about it." I gritted my teeth and roared, transforming into SSO3. "This is it for you, Oreg!" I rushed forward and threw a punch at his face. It connected, and I grinned at the feeling of metal bending under my fist. I pulled away to survey my work, only for the dent to repair itself.

He chuckled. "Oh, and this body will recover from any damage. You have to destroy me completely."

I clenched my teeth again. "Good to know." I backed away, then held my arms out, preparing my Reaper Cannon. "Hyaaah!" My eyes lit with black fire as I entered my new Darkness Form, and I fired the blast. The Android was completely enveloped, then the energy exploded.

Smoke and dust floated through the air, and I floated, breathing heavily. Combining SSO3 with Darkness Form was really taxing on the body. Then the dust and smoke stared to settle, and my breath caught. Oreg floated in the air, one hand outstretched. A red node in his palm glistened in the morning light. "I may have forgotten to mention my ability to absorb the energy of others. You'll need to either restrain me or catch me by surprise."

Damn, I thought. I can't restrain him one-on-one, and charging an attack strong enough to kill him would take too long for a surprise. "How about a handicap?"

Oreg sighed. "This is getting bothersome," he commented. "It's time I send you back to the Otherworld." In a flash, he was in front of me and grabbed my throat. His node started to make a wirrrr sound and I felt the energy leaving my body.

"Shit!" I choked, losing both of my transformations. I grabbed his arm in vain, my lungs screaming for oxygen while my ki was drained.

Oreg laughed. "I'm sorry to put you down just after you revived, but it was bound to happen anyway. With your energy, I might be able to compete with Goku and Vegeta. If not, I can always move on to your friends and father." My vision started to fade. "Die, you failure."

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past us, and Oreg's arm went flying. A fist connected with his head and knocked him away. "Sorry I'm late," a familiar voice said.

I stared at the newcomer, knowing the voice but not the appearance. He wore Goku's gi, and he looked like a Super Saiyan, but his hair was icy blue, and his similarly-colored aura waved like flames. "G-Goku?"

He grinned. "Sorry about the long nap. But I think it's about time we ended the Red Ribbon Army."

"Y-yes, sir!" We both turned back to Oreg.

"Locke, stay out of this," Goku advised. "You don't have enough energy."

"Alright."

Oreg looked at Goku, then sighed. "A Super Saiyan Blue, correct?" he asked

"I'm surprised you know about it."

Oreg shrugged. "If it ever occurred or was mentioned on Earth, I know about it. Well, anything of use." He crossed his arms. "But I don't think I can combat a Super Saiyan Blue just yet. No, I'll have to retreat."

"Wait!" I stopped him. "You really think we'll just let you go?"

"You don't have an option." To my surprise, he put two fingers to his head; Instant Transmission. And as an synthetic Android, we couldn't track him.

I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Let's make a deal!"

"Huh?" Oreg and Goku asked together.

I knew it was a bad idea, but I continued. "I want to end this today. And I want to beat you one-on-one. So how about a match?"

Oreg was quiet, then responded. "I'm listening."

"If I can cause enough damage, I can kill you without any resistance. If you win, you can have my energy."

"L-Locke-!" Goku gasped.

Oreg laughed. "That sounds very biased, boy. I accept." He put his fingers to his forehead again. "We'll meet here at sunset. I'll have a special arena prepared for our battle. And once I kill you, I'll go after Goku next." He vanished, leaving us alone.

It took a second, then the shock of what just happened hit me like a Kamehameha. "What the f*ck did I just do?!"

So, as I was editting this, I got a review where someone expressed their hope that Locke would have a fight in Hell, and well... that's clearly not happening now. But while there won't be a fight in Hell, I'm three chapters away from a hell of a fight. The most detailed, arguably-epic fight I've ever written. I hope you can all hold out until then, because the next two are something like filler. I'd be willing to double-upload next week, but at the same time, I want to drag this out for as long as I can. If someone speaks up, I could go either way. I'll see what I decide next week. See you then.