A\N I'm so sorry that it has taken so long to come out with this! You have all been good readers, and you don't deserve that! (If you read this story after it is completed, just ignore this part of the A\N) But anyway, to make up for it, this chapter is huge! It was almost 9k before A\N note so enjoy!
Wait, hold up! (meme not intended [or was it?]). now for the reviews I got!
Sorry Coldblue! I don't really see a way to fit them in, besides, I didn't watch the movie. So sorry fans! androids 13, 14, and 15, will not be in this fic.
As for the anonymous guest. While it might not necessarily be racist, when Frieza called them a primate\simian he defiantly means it that way.
Time to begin!
New Namek
It was as if Frieza had never come to Namek. The geography was similar, water composition was almost identical, and a plant similar to the one they have spent so long trying to repopulate, was already growing in great abundance. Children were running through the meadows, and the elder figured out how to power up the Namekian Dragon Balls so they can revive more than one person at a time. Every single Namekian was enjoying themselves, except for Dende and the new grand elder.
"But earth is in trouble!" Dende said.
"I know, but we can't do anything for them."
"But we just got the dragon balls back!"
"Yes, but what would we do with them?"
"I-I don't know." He said softly.
"And until we do know for sure what to do, we should just remain calm and-"
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" exclaimed a nearby villager, his finger extended towards the sky.
Dende looked over to where he was pointing, and saw a gigantic ship descend down to the planet. Dende froze in fear as automatons flooded out of the massive UFO and as they descended, they started fighting and capturing the Namekians. One seemed to pick a fight with one of the stronger Namekians, but got destroyed. But even he was overrun. One, that looked different to the other's landed next to Dende. It's red eyes flashed and one grabbed Dende. Then he noticed that the one that looked different looked sort of familiar. . . "Frieza!"
It chuckled evilly, his metal vocal cords making a sort of filter for his voice. "Not quite." His eyes flashed again, and they started taking the Namekians to the ship.
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Fifty years ago: Frigia
Frieza and Cooler were both breathing heavily. Their father however hadn't even broken a sweat. King Cold had been training them hard ever since their mother had disappeared a few months ago. Not even waiting to let them mourn. and they were the equivalent of fourteen- and ten-year-olds.
"Frieza! You are still only fighting with rage. Control it, or you are going to get hurt! And you Cooler! You need to try to get bigger muscles like what Frieza does. Your technique far outshines Frieza's, but without the power to back it up, you are basically an ant verses a dinosaur! Your mother instilled this weakness into you, and it falls on me to fix it!"
Cooler glanced at Frieza. "That form does have its uses. But if you take a look father, you can see that he is exhausted. When I could go for a few more rounds."
"Yes, well I just fixed the speed problem, so even as exhausted as I am I could still beat you!" Frieza said painting.
"Oh yeah?!"
"Yeah!"
"Then let's go!"
"Well, this ought to be interesting." Thought the king. "Maybe they'll fight each other better than they fought me."
Cooler had the advantage in technique and stamina. But Frieza was a little faster and hit harder. Cooler started using hit and run attacks, while Frieza specialized in hitting them once, then landing a barrage of devastating blows and ki blasts. But Cooler started blocking his blows and knocking them aside, giving him openings to give Frieza a few quick jabs and kicks.
"Interesting," Thought the king in amusement. "Cooler's technique got several times better, and Frieza's got worse. But on the other hand, Cooler is delivering even less force in his blows than before."
As anyone could predict within the first few minutes, Cooler won the fight, barely. Though if they were both in peak condition the battle may have gone differently.
"Okay," Said Cold at its conclusion. "We can take a break for now."
Ten minutes later, Frieza was still looking upset. Cooler thought for a minute, then he had an idea. "Hey Frieza."
"What?" He said irritably.
"I have a stash of polygannon fruitcake, we should split it!"
Frieza's eyes lit up at this. "Thanks Cooler!"
As they were walking, Cooler seemed to have something on his mind. "What's wrong brother?" Frieza asked.
Cooler looked at him for a moment, then put his hand on his head, as if figuring out what to say. "haven't you noticed that father doesn't seem to care about mothers dea-." He stopped, his voice breaking at the mention of what everyone can basically say. Their mother was dead, they didn't find a body, but it has simply been too long. "D-Disappearance?"
Frieza fought back tears before he spoke. Without a proper grieving period, whenever their mother came into the conversation, it always made all their initial feelings come to the surface. "Yeah, but I'm sure he feels sad about. . . It, as well, right?"
"I'm not sure, he didn't seem too surprised by it either. It's almost as if. . . Never mind. Anyway, race you!" Cooler broke off into a run at the last sentence.
"Hey! Wait for me!" Frieza followed. It was strange how whenever Frieza was outside his full power state Cooler always seemed to be stronger. But Cooler let him win regardless. It felt good to both of the Cold brothers, to laugh and forget about their mother's disappearance and their father's harsh treatment.
But alas, these moments were no longer possible as king Cold increased the training time, so they got at best, thirty minutes of free time. Because of this, this was the last time the two Cold brothers were ever kind to each other. . .
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Frieza's ship: Present day
Frieza was sitting in his room, his legs draped across the side of his bed. The nightmares, regular ones not the intentional ones where he felt pain, had loosened their hold on his brain. Slightly. But even that brought him little relief. He often spent the next few days cooped up in his room. Ais often came to see him, this being the thing that made him feel the least terrible.
It was thirty minutes until they got to where Cooler was supposed to be. And two more days until they arrive on earth. Frieza often thought about how Goku almost never took a life, he even gave them several more chances than what was good for him. Whereas Frieza took a life on a whim. Even killing his own soldiers when they failed, became obsolete, or just plain had one small mistake in not doing exactly what Frieza likes. "Is this vengeance really the right thing to do? I had coming what happened on Namek. No. I will see it through, not for me, but for my family."
But even as he thought about it, memories of his father's harsh treatment came to fill his head. And with it, the realization that Cooler was, if not as bad, then worse than Frieza was. "And Cooler is alive, so this won't have to continue, just as I got what I had coming, father did too. I will revive him along with the rest of my race, help Cooler realize the horror of what we've done, then return to Arcose." He sighed. "I only hope that the earthlings could forgive me, or at least part as not enemies. I need their Dragon Balls, but I would rather not fight to get them."
He felt a sudden power spike! "W-What the hell is that?!"
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Dr. Gero's lab: Two Days Ago
Krillin and Trunks were looking for something that would allow them to defeat the androids. They were just about to give up hope, when Krillin found the plans for the androids. "This'll work!"
Trunks was about to say something, when he saw the supercomputer that had supposedly created Cell. There was a glass cylinder next to it, where Cell was created, he assumed, but there wasn't anything in there. Nothing at all. "Isn't Cell supposed to be here?"
"Yes, he is!"
Trunks turned around to see Cell at the entrance to the chamber. He tried drawing his sword, but Cell grabbed his arm. "What are you doing here Cell?!" He asked, his arm hurting from his grip.
"Now, now no one has to get hurt here. But if I find out you destroyed my counterpart, then this place will mark your grave!" He then started dragging Trunks over to the computer. "Now, I can read, but my fingers are too big to work the keyboard. So you will do it for me."
"Never!"
"Tell you what," Cell said as he glanced over to where Krillin was standing. "I'll even let you take what Krillin has there."
He didn't want to do what this monster was telling him, but they needed those plans. "Fine, I'll do it."
"Good. Now, type in project Cell, colon, revises and status changes."
Trunks blushed. "Umm," he said embarrassedly "Which one is the colon?"
Cell sighed. "The colon is the one with two dots. No that's a semicolon." He said irritable when he hit the wrong one. "No there's a space in between the colon and the next word!"
"Sorry." Trunks said without the slightest sound of being sorry.
After a bit of back-and-forth shouting between Trunks and Cell, and a few death beams in Krillin's direction to stop him from inching over to the exit, the file finally appeared.
"You guy were being truly asinine, I mean, we could already be out o-" He stopped talking when Trunks clicked on the file. It said in bloodred letters: PROJECT CELL: CANCELLED
"Click on the cancelled!" Cell screamed at Trunks. He fired a death beam right above Krillin's head to remind him what was at stake. Trunks frantically clicked on the cancelled. A new page pulled up, saying that the supercomputer decreed that the mix of DNA was too powerful. And as such, the universe would have been endangered, should he realize that he was essentially the most powerful being in said universe. "NOOO!" Cell screamed as he put his fist through the screen. Trunks yelped as he ducked, if he hadn't, Cell would have put a hole through his head as well.
Cell stood there for a moment, breathing heavily with rage. He had been watching the warriors of earth, all of them were much stronger than he had anticipated. Vegeta was especially scary. But even Piccolo was beyond his reach? He knew that something was up. But he had realized after Krillin had left his thoughts open to Cell's telepathic prowess, that quite a few things had happened that was different from his timeline. And it all centered around one thing. Frieza survived. At that moment he knew that things were going badly for him. He had hoped to absorb his counterpart, and then later use the Dragon Balls to separate them once he had achieved his perfect form. He would later try and figure out a way to give his other self his perfect form, so he could have someone to spar with if it turned out that there was truly no one who could hold a candle to him. But all of those plans fell to pieces at this revelation. "Wait a minute," Cell thought. "I have Krillin and Trunks here." He smiled, this wouldn't be a waste of time after all.
Krillin was inching over to the exit; he had to get these plans out of here. But suddenly Cell was standing before him. "Gahh!" He shouted before Cell grabbed him by the throat. He brought up his stinger, but just before he could start absorbing him, Trunks kicked him in the head. Krillin fell out of his grip.
Trunks became a Super Saiyan, while Krillin curled the plans into a ball, and threw them in the direction of CC. "Damn," Cell thought. "At the very least that will get Piccolo over here." Cell powered up and started zipping around. Trunks frantically was trying to track his movements, but then Cell appeared right behind him, and kneed him through the roof and into the sky. Cell charged after him and gave him several punches, most of which were parried by his sword, but it was apparent that Cell had the upper hand. Krillin shot out of the lab wrapped in the fiery aura of x40 Kaioken. Krillin grabbed Cell by the mid-tail but let go as said tail almost stabbed him. Trunks used this moment to Give Cell a burning attack, but Cell slapped it aside into the lab. Trunks watched as the last remnants of Dr. Gero's work was obliterated by his own attack. Cell didn't care in the slightest, making this apparent by giving Trunks an axe kick to the stomach. Krillin charged foreword with a destructo disk in hand, Cell countered with one of his own. But Krillin upped his Kaioken to 45x making it, so Cell had to jump back out of reach. Krillin charged foreword again, but Cell kicked him in the chest causing a brown sack to fall out. He grabbed the sack left behind by Krillin, knocked Krillin into the advancing Trunks, and looked inside. "Senzu Beans!? He had Senzu Beans!? This changes things, now I can move on to. . . Greater quarry."
Trunks got up, he wasn't injured, but he had to help Krillin stand up. "Krillin?" He said nervously.
"Yeah?"
"What is Cell looking at?"
"Uhm." Krillin looked into his Gi and found. . . "Crap! I dropped the Senzu beans!"
Trunks gasped as he realized what that meant. "Why didn't you give them to Piccolo?!" He asked\shouted.
"I didn't think about it then!"
Meanwhile, Cell was figuring out how to keep them on his person without wasting a limb. "I guess wearing clothes has its advantages. Wait!" He used Piccolo's clothes beam, to give him a metal belt with a storage compartment for the beans. He made a block of the same substance and started squeezing. it took a lot of pressure before it broke. Satisfied, he put the beans, three in total, into his belt. He felt Piccolo's energy come closer. Piccolo wasn't that much stronger than him, plus if he timed it right, the Zankai he would get from using the bean would be more than enough. "Now boys," He said mockingly. "Let's continue."
Trunks grimaced; this was not looking good. It was two minutes until Piccolo arrived, he had to get Cell to use the beans early on. Krillin charged up to 45x, proving that he was thinking the same thing. The charged, Cell flared up his green aura. Green, VS gold and red. Trunks fired several burning attacks, Krillin used a combination of Solar Flares, which Cell covered his eyes for, and Kamehamehas. Cell dodged the Buring attacks as he advanced on Krillin, Krillin circled around behind Trunks just as he fired another Burning attack, Cell was hit full in the face.
Cell recovered, his skin stinging from burns, he could heal himself, but that would drain much-needed energy. He then started charging up a Kamehameha as he sensed Krillin charging one of his own from behind Trunks. Trunks realizing what was happening, took off towards Cell. As Cell looked over to where Trunks was going, he saw that he was putting energy into his sword. That could work. . . Krillin fired his Kamehameha, along with Cell, who fired his own. Trunks was coming from behind, his sword glowing with fiery energy. Cell separated his hands, so one was pointed at Krillin and the other was pointed at Trunks. So, he was firing two Kamehamehas at once. He put all of his power into the beams.
Even at only half of a Full-power Kamehameha, Krillin was struggling. He realized too late that he was out of energy and his blast disappeared.
Cell considered Killing him but decided that he would prove as further bait for the other fighters. After the Krillin-side blast knocked out his opponent, he combined it with his other one.
Trunks who had been using the sword to block the blast, was suddenly overtaken by the new wave of energy, but before it killed him, Cell came out of the blast and gave him a sharp kick to the ribs, knocking him towards the ground.
Before Cell could even enjoy his victory for a second, he felt a kick to the spine and was knocked into the ground. He got up shakily to face his attacker. "Great," He wheezed. "Piccolo's here."
"Can it!" Piccolo shot back. "You know, I thought you would have been a little smarter after our last encounter. When was that, an hour ago? I thought that you would have tried absorbing more civilians before challenging us again."
"Yes, well there was a change of plans."
"Sounds to me that you should have stuck with the old plan."
He reached into his pocket. "Oh really?" He said as he pulled out a Senzu bean.
"Where did you get that?" He growled.
"I simply caught it when Krillin was giving it to Trunks." He lied.
"In that case, that must be the only bean in his possession." He got into a fighting stance.
"Hold up, let me eat my bean." Said the mutant before he tossed it into his mouth. His power rose, his energy restored, he flexed the dust off of him.
Piccolo noticed that his power was much greater than it was before. "Damn his Saiyan cells, with that Zankai, this won't be quite as easy as last time."
Cell got into a fighting stance, matching Piccolo's. They both stood there for a moment, looking for an opening. Just then a rock fell from a cliff making a crashing sound. As if that would give them the opening, they both charged each other. Piccolo swung a fist towards Cell's head, but Cell caught it and aimed a kick to the ribs, but Piccolo blocked with his knee. They broke apart for a moment and started firing Ki blasts that kept getting stronger as it raged on. Piccolo then fired a full-on beam, which Cell jumped over, he aimed a blast of his own, but just then Piccolo came out of his own blast and gave Cell a kick to the spine. The afterimage that he was aiming at disappeared. Cell was charging a Kamehameha, Piccolo saw this and started charging a Special Beam Cannon. Piccolo started simultaneously firing other blasts at him, Cell started maneuvering through the blasts jumping, flipping, until Piccolo hit him with a blast. Cell disappeared. Piccolo turned around and found Cell fifteen feet away from him. Piccolo jumped up and fired the energy cannon, which Cell met with a Kamehameha. The two blasts brought on so much force that the ball that had formed in the middle detonated with a blinding light. The two fighters using nothing but their energy sense to feel where their opponents are kept hitting each other with kicks, punches, and ki blasts.
The dust cleared and Piccolo couldn't sense Cell's energy, furthermore, Cell was gone. Piccolo felt a smidge of Cell's energy behind him right before he felt a splitting pain at his bicep. He turned around and kicked the mutant in the face, but before Piccolo landed, he saw that Cell was holding something. . . He looked over to his arm and found that it was cut short at the middle of the bicep.
"hahahaha!" Cell laughed as he absorbed the arm that he had stolen from Piccolo.
"Damn! He's getting smarter." Piccolo regrew his arm, noticing that it took a lot of energy, while Cell just gained the arms worth. Cell charged him while wearing what looked like a grin. Cell jumped up about halfway and started charging a Special Beam Cannon. Piccolo fired a blast, Cell disappeared upon impact. "Not Falling for that again!" He turned around and punched the Cell who was right behind him. Cell disappeared. Before Piccolo noticed what had happened, Cell kicked him in the back and fired the Special Beam Cannon Piccolo gasped as the pain from it going through him laced his gut. He coughed up a pint of violate Namekian blood.
Meanwhile, Krillin and Trunks were just getting up. "Oh no!" Trunks said as he saw Piccolo getting impaled by his own move. "Piccolo is getting totaled!"
Krillin thought for a moment. "I don't think he's using his full power yet."
Trunks looked at Krillin, then back to Piccolo. "I sure hope your right."
Krillin looked over to where he had thrown the plans and found them safe and sound. "Come on, we need to get these to Bulma."
"But what about Piccolo?"
"Listen, I want to help Piccolo just as much as you do, but without the Senzu beans we may as well be bugs."
Trunks looked down, trying to see why he should go with him when. . .
"Come on Trunks! These plans will help us defeat the androids! after we get these to Bulma we may even figure out a way for you to defeat them in your time as well!"
Trunks gasped at this; he thought about how many lives were lost because of them. Was it really that easy now? "Fine." He said simply. Trunks took one last look at Piccolo, before taking after Krillin.
Back over by Piccolo and Cell. Piccolo regrew the part that was taken out. "That's it," Piccolo thought. "Time to use my full power." He took off his weighted clothing as he simultaneously charged to his full power.
Cell noticed the change as well. "that's as far as you go!" He shouted as he charged Piccolo with his fist pulled back, and the other in front so he could grab any incoming blows.
Piccolo kicked out at Cell's face, Cell grabbed it but was nailed by Piccolo's other foot. Cell was knocked back several meters but when he recovered, he noticed a presence right behind him. But before he could do anything, Piccolo punched him with an energy-infused fist. Cell was sent flying again. He flipped around and started firing multiple energy blasts at Piccolo, who slapped them aside. Piccolo charged him again with a blast in hand, Cell unleashed a ball of energy, but Piccolo charged right through. And gave the mutant a kick to the throat. Cell was sent into the surrounding mountain, creating a dust cloud.
Piccolo landed just as five destructo disks came out of the cloud. He leaned backward under the first, got up and sidestepped the second, jumped over the third, jumped off the middle of the fourth, narrowly missing the fifth. Cell stepped out of the dust cloud with another ki saw in hand, then smiled. But Piccolo knew what was coming. He broke the first saw as it came back with a kick to the center, fired eyebeams at the second and third, put his fist threw the fourth, and destroyed the fifth with an energy blast from below.
He was just turning around when he felt pain at the edge of his neck that strangely disappeared. "He cut off my head!" Piccolo thought as his vision started swirling to reveal Cell standing between him and the rest of his body. Working frantically, he made himself a new torso, followed by his arms. At this point, he was wondering why Cell didn't try to stop him. "No time for that." He thought. He finished his new body with the addition of legs, and used the clothes beam so he wasn't naked. He made his usual outfit minus the weight. He got up, looked at Cell and realized why Cell didn't stop him. He looked on in horror as His old clothes fell off of Cell's stinger.
Cell looked at him with wicked glee. "Hahahaha." Cell laughed at him. "I thought that after that arm I absorbed that you would pay closer attention. Oh well, I'm not complaining."
"You haven't won yet!" Piccolo shouted, hoping that Cell would fall for his bluff.
"Your right, at this phase of my masterful plan, nothing is guaranteed." He reached into the belt, it had a few dents, but the cargo was fine.
Piccolo watched in dismay as the mutant proceeded to pull out yet another bean. "So that whole fight-"
"Was to weaken you so when I ate this bean, you were to be too weak to resist. I didn't think about absorbing your body parts until after I cut off your arm." He crunched the bean and powered up higher than Piccolo's full power. "But then I figured, "what better a way to guarantee that we got to this point than that?"
Before Piccolo could react, he felt Cell's stinger impale his chest. He tried to get away, but Cell was just too strong now.
"Now you will be absorbed, for real this time." He whispered in Piccolo's ear just before he lost consciousness.
Cell was almost giggling with glee as the last bit of Piccolo disappeared inside his tail. He felt a massive boost in power bringing him to the strength he was at when he fought 17. "This is unreal! It's hard to believe that my perfect form is stronger than this! And the best part is that this is no fairy tale, I absorbed Piccolo, and now I will use his energy to absorb the androids. But for now. . ." He said turning his attention to a nearby city, Trunks and Krillin were gone, but that was hardly of importance. "Until I get some kind of indication of where the androids are, I need to guarantee that there is no way that somehow, someone, will become strong enough to defeat me." He smiled. "Lunchtime."
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Time skip: 32 hours: Kame house.
Yamcha, Krillin, Roshi, and Chichi were standing in horror as the androids stood outside the building. Vegeta and Trunks were in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, and Goku and Gohan were eagerly awaiting their turn. The only other one who could maybe take them down would be Piccolo, but he was absorbed by Cell.
"Come on Krillin." Yamcha said.
"Are you sure!?"
"We need to buy time for Vegeta and Trunks. Besides, I've been itching to fight for a while now."
"Oh yeah! Just how far have you gotten with the Kaioken?"
He smiled. "Just wait."
They got out the door and convinced the androids to move to an island with no people. After they got there, androids 16 and 18 made themselves comfortable, while 17 stood before them.
"Aren't they going to fight?" Yamcha said hoping the answer was no.
"No," 17 replied casually. "I'm going to fight you both."
"Well then, I guess I shouldn't waste time." He said getting in the powerup stance. "Kaioken!" He shouted gaining a dark red aura. "TIMES SIXTY!" The aura extended for five feet outward, and fifteen feet into the sky. "I figured since King Kai and Tien were doing most of the work on the new Kaioken, that I should try and master this one. Tien was right about this being the limit of the Kaioken. It got easier as I trained with it, but it just won't go any higher. That said. . . It is still more than you can handle!"
He charged 17, who jumped up and unleashed a flurry of kicks. Yamcha kept going and got out without a scratch. 17 fired a volley of ki blasts, Yamcha powered up, the aura swirling like a bloodstained hurricane, the blasts were eroded away until the fizzled out two feet away from him. Yamcha smiled. He spun his aura around faster. "Wolf Blast!" He shot out his fist and a wolf mirage shot out of the aura. 17 put up a barrier, feeling a little shocked at how much effort it was taking to keep up the shield.
"Kamehameha!" Was what 17 heard before the barrier was engulfed in a blue blast. 17 grunted with effort as he increased the power in the shield.
Yamcha fired several more wolf blasts, and the shield shattered. In a split-second reaction, 17 shot up into the air. He looked over and found where the Kamehameha had come from. He fired a stream of energy at Krillin, who powered up to 50x and swatted it away. Krillin figuring that he was at this level so he may as well get a few blows in, fired five destructo disks and followed them with his fist pulled back. 17 charged through the saws, narrowly missing one of them as his fist met Krillins. Just then, Yamcha kicked 17 in the side, sending him fling. Yamcha fired multiple Wolf Blasts, then appeared in 17's path and gave him a wolf fang fist, and he was sent back into the wolf blasts.
Yamcha's shoulder muscle twitched painfully. "Darn it, I'm really redlining it here."
Krillin charged 17 just as he recovered, but 17 managed to block it, and gave Krillin a spinning kick for his troubles.
Krillin heard master Roshi's voice in his head. "Krillin! Bulma is coming to Kame house with a plan to defeat the androids. But you have to meet her halfway because I have my doubts as to whether or not she will get there in time!"
"Got it master Roshi! I'll head there now!" But as he took off towards Bulma's plane, the memory of android 18 flashed in his mind.
Yamcha lifted his right arm up above his head. "Spirit Ball!" he said as his aura condensed into a large red ball. "Times ten!" He made several more balls and sent them all at 17. 17 in response went towards the ground, figuring it would be harder to control them if they were to miss and go underground. Proving his theory right, the balls were significantly harder to control. Yamcha appeared in front of 17, their fists met each other's, they both threw their other fists to the same result. Yamcha flared up his aura again, the sheer heat making 17 flinch. They broke apart and started exchanging blows at a speed so high, that anyone watching would just see an optical illusion of the air. The noises however were so intense, that the sheer sound is enough to break apart a small mountain. Just then, the balls detonated, destroying the island.
18 and 16 flew up out of the wreckage. 17 looked at the island, or lack thereof. "Sheesh, show some respect for nature."
Meanwhile. . .
Cell had just finished slurping up the last resident of his newest meal, when he felt Yamcha and Krillin's power skyrocket. "Hmm," He said, deep in thought. "They must be fighting the androids! No, it could be a trick. . . No, those movements are too deliberate. It has to be the androids!" Without another word, he took off in the direction of the ongoing battle.
Back over at said battle. . .
Yamcha had dropped out of the Kaioken at the apparent pause. He was breathing heavily, thankful that he had mastered flying to the extent that he could take breaks midair.
17 looked over at Yamcha and smiled. "Yes, breathe. Cause right now you are demonstrating why you can't win. Because while you humans get weaker as time goes on, I have an unlimited energy supply. But I'm not a monster, if you tell me where Goku is, you can go free."
Yamcha thought for a moment, then clenched his fists. "Not likely." He said defiantly. "Let me tell you something, without Goku, the earth would not be here today. Ever since he was a kid, he has spread joy to every corner of this world. And he has met many enemies in his life, and every single time a threat slaps his hand aside, he offers it again. Many of Goku's foes have forced him to end it, but he never stops trying." He smiled. "And I am a better person for it. So if you think that I will just step aside and let you destroy the one, who in my opinion is the best person in the universe, then you can go straight to hell."
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! 17 clapped slowly. "Nice speech," He said. "But I'm afraid I have to disagree. I had a life before Dr. Gero turned me into an android. I had friends, family even." He looked down, his hair covering his face. Though a single small drop fell off his concealed face. He clenched his fists. "But Dr. Gero turned me into this. Android 18 doesn't care as much, but every day I am reminded what was lost. So even though I killed Dr. Gero, I will forever feel what he did. And Dr. Gero never would have sought me and my sister if it weren't for Goku. So you see, Goku is the reason that this is happening." He looked up, his face a mask of rage. "You thought that I was doing this because of Dr. Gero didn't you? Well, I have my own vendetta against Goku."
"I'm sorry that that has happened to you. But just as killing Dr. Gero didn't help you Killing Goku won't do a thing."
"It would sure as hell make me feel better."
"Well, what if I told you that the reason why Goku fought against the Red Ribbon army was because of Bulma?"
"What are you talking about?"
"The reason why Goku came into contact with the Red Ribbon army was because Bulma told Goku about the Dragon Balls. So Goku isn't the root of the problem, Bulma is, so does that mean you are going to kill her?"
"Wha- I don't?!" 17 stammered.
"And the reason that she wanted the Dragon Balls was because all the guys at wasn't interested in her, so are you going to kill them?"
"Stop talking!" 17 shouted, pulling on his hair.
"And the reason behind that was because most of them already had girlfriends, so are you going to kill them? Just how far are you going to take this? Will you drive the human race to extinction so you can put your soul at ease?"
17 didn't reply so much as scream and charge him.
Yamcha flared his Kaioken back to life and blocked the incoming fist. "And what if, when you kill the last man on earth, you still don't feel at peace!? What then?!"
"Gahh!" 17 shouted as he threw his other fist.
Yamcha caught it. "You have two choices. Your first choice is to continue how you are now with no chance of a different future."
17 tried kneeing him, but Yamcha brought up his own knee to block it.
"Or you can calm down and live a happy life."
"Dr. Gero took my life!"
"So now you are going to follow in his footsteps?"
"I-I guhh. What do you mean!?" 17 shouted.
18 watched as 17 raged. "Wow, I knew that 17 took it badly when we woke up as androids, but I never knew that he was this resentful."
"I was never human." 16 spoke out.
"Really? Then why did he resort to kidnapping when he could have just used artificial material?"
"I do not know his reasoning." Came the reply. "But I do know that I was built in the image of Dr. Gero's son."
"Oh yeah, he apparently kicked a while back, right?"
"Affirmative, but while it would have been wise to build the other androids completely out of synthetic material, he chose to use pre-existing humans instead."
"And now 17 is feeling the impact." She clenched her fist. "That impatient old bastard probably did it to save time."
"Come on! I thought you were smarter than that!" Yamcha shouted.
"SHUT UP!" 17 screamed as he threw another punch.
"You're mad because Dr. Gero stole your life, right? Well, if you go killing everyone who is involved you are even worse than Gero."
"NO!" 17 gave a roundhouse kick, but Yamcha dodged. "There is no difference!"
Yamcha punched 17 in the ribs and gave him another strike to the back of the head when he doubled over. "At least you can go on living! Everyone you kill will never be able to have a normal life. And I'm not saying it's fair what he did to you, I wouldn't wish this on anyone. And you will always feel what he had done to you. But that doesn't have to define you, you can live a happy life and leave all of this behind." He dropped out of the Kaioken, and extended his hand. "Take my hand."
17 stared at him, "What are you doing!?" He asked. "Why are you giving me an opening?"
"Do you still want to kill Goku?" He asked simply.
"I don't know. But why are you so certain that I won't kill you?"
"Go ahead, do it. I'm sure now that I'm outside the Kaioken you can do it in one blow."
17 leveled his fist, but he couldn't move it.
"Not as easy in cold blood, isn't it? Especially since that will make you and Dr. Gero one and the same." Yamcha hadn't moved his hand this entire time.
"Will it really be that easy?" 17 asked.
"No. But we can work it through together."
17 reached out and shook hands with Yamcha. And even as he did it, he felt his soul ease a little. "So, is this what Goku is supposed to do?"
Yamcha chuckled and scratched his head. "No, Goku is way better than me."
"Excuse me if I have a hard time believing that." 17 looked over at the other androids. "Hey, I don't really want to kill Goku anymore. Is that okay with you guys?"
18 rolled her eyes. "Fine, as long as we don't move on to work at some retirement home."
"Negative." 16 said. "I am programed with the desire to kill Goku. I could not change my mind as much as I want to."
"Oh yeah," 17 said. "We still have that problem."
"I know!" Yamcha said as the idea came to him. "Bulma can fix that!" He turned to 16. "Can you hold off on this long enough to get to Capsule Corp?"
"Affirmative. I will go to the Capsule Corp as long as Goku will be there."
"Well, that's great." 17 sighed. He leaned in towards Yamcha and whispered. "How about we knock him out, or turn him off or whatever, and promise that Goku will be there when he wakes up."
"Sounds like a plan." Yamcha whispered back.
"So just out of curiosity," 17 said out loud. "Where is Goku? And don't worry, I'm not asking so I can go kill him, but I'm just wondering why he didn't answer the door. Not that I'm complaining or anything."
"He's training right now."
"I assume for us, right?"
"No." Yamcha said to 17's surprise. "Well, at least not just you."
"So, you're saying there's someone else?"
"Yeah."
"Who?"
"Me." Answered a voice behind 17.
17 whirled to face the voice and saw something's tail rush towards him.
"NO!" Yamcha shouted as he flared up his Kaioken and kick 17 out of the way.
Seeing this, Cell changed his tail back to a stinger, rather than the open-vacuum style he was going to use on 17.
17 turned to face Cell, just in time to see his new friend get stabbed. "NO!" 17 shouted, horrified as he saw Yamcha beginning to disappear in the monster's tail.
"S-17!" Yamcha choked out. "Promise me you will move on!"
"I-" 17 stammered.
"PROMISE urgh ME!"
"I-I promise."
"Goo-" Yamcha began to say, before he passed out with a smile on his face.
Cell was already feeling the power flow through him as his victim passed out. "Yes!" Cell thought. "This power is incredible!"
17 was shaking as the last of his only human friend, disappear into the monster's tail. He heard Yamcha's voice echo through his mind. "We'll work it through together." In that moment, something inside him snapped. "HRAAA!" 17 screamed as the rage overtook him. He was aware on some level that his power was rising to heights that wasn't recommended by his own body. He didn't care. He had snapped.
17 slammed his fist into Cell's cackling mouth, sending him far off across the sky. Cell who couldn't sense his energy was surprised by this show of power. Cell turned around to face him and was struck in the gut by a kick from 17.
16 looked at this and knew that this was a problem. "18, you must get away from here."
18 turned to face him. "Why? 17 is kicking the shit out of him!"
"This is nowhere near Cell's full power. And what's more, is that if he absorbs both you and 17, he will achieve a power so great, nothing in the entire known universe will be capable of defeating him."
18's eyes widened and she turned over to where the two were fighting and saw that 16 was right. Cell was already beginning to turn the tables. "17! We have to get out of here! If we don't, Cell is going to absorb us!"
17 kicked Cell off into the distance and turned to face her. His face was twisted with rage, his pupils have shrunken so much, you could barely see them and his unnatural blue irises also shrunken to half their original size. And his mouth was twisted in a wolf-like snarl. "If you want to run, then run! I'm not stopping until he's in the ground!"
17 was launching an endless barrage of ki blasts, kicks, punches, whatever he could land. Cell drew blood with a left hook to the cheek. 17 didn't notice, he just kept pounding him. He jumped back and fired multiple full-power beams of energy at Cell, but when the smoke cleared, he was fine.
"!8," 16 said in a warning tone of voice. "It is clear that Cell is far stronger than 17, and 17 refuses to see reason. Should Cell succeed in absorbing 17, you should already be far away from here, should the universe have any chance of survival."
She turned back to 16. "But what about you?"
He looked towards the battle. "I will fight Cell."
"Are you sure? I mean, 17 is having no luck against him."
He smiled. "Just stay out of sight. Cell can't sense your energy so as long as you avoid his line of sight, you will be undetectable." Without another word, he took off to fight alongside 17.
Cell was done playing with him. He gave him an uppercut to the chin, simultaneously giving him a left hook to the ribs, and hefted his tail to absorb him. But then suddenly he felt something grab his tail. He turned just in time to see 16 tear it off. He screamed as he clutched the stump of a tail that he was left with.
16 glared at him. "Now you can't absorb anyone else."
Cell sniggered as his tail instantly regrew out of his old one and pierced 16 in the neck.
"No!" 17 shouted as once again, Cell had struck someone he cared about with that cursed tail. He waited, but nothing happened. "What?" He said over three seconds. Then. "Ha! Looks like your tail isn't what it was."
Cell knew that wasn't the problem. He thought, this is an android. . . "Your completely synthetic. . ."
Instead of responding, 16 threw a punch, Cell ducked but was struck with an axe kick from 17 and was slammed against the ground by 16. 19 pounded him deeper into the ground and strangely took off his hands. . . Behind his hands were cannons! He began charging energy. "Hell, Flash!" He shouted as beams containing incredible amounts of energy shot out of them and went into the Cell-hole. the energy going into the hole was so massive, that vents of energy shot out all throughout the island. (One of them was much farther away. So much so that Mr. Satan was just looking out the window while brushing his teeth and saw a beam of light suddenly erupt from the ground, breaking through the wall and roof. After much groveling and praying, he picked up his toothbrush and looked into the mirror and found that some of his hair was singed off.) after thirty seconds the blast finally finished.
17 stood there, his mouth hanging open. "Y-You did it!"
"I did nothing," 16 said without turning to face him. "Cell is still alive. you must go 17, if he absorbs you, there will be no chance of stopping him."
"Right!" 17 said. But as he turned away, images of Yamcha and his promise to help him entered his mind. "No. Not after what he did." He landed on the ground. "I'll end your misery! Now face me, you miserable worm!"
"It's your funeral pal!"
17 turned around just in time to see his tail envelop him.
18 turned around to a blinding light. And when it subsided, Cell was different. "No. . . 17!"
The newly transformed Cell picked up his Senzu-belt and made modifications to it so it would fit, he then put it back on.
16 started flying in her direction. "18! We have to go, now!"
"Not so fast!" Cell said as he raced over to them, but was kicked to the ground. "Alright," He said picking himself off the ground. "Who was foolish enough to do that?"
"Me." Said Tien from above.
"Oh, well then enlighten me. How were you strong enough to do that?"
"A little something I've been working on. It's called. . ." He gained a green aura. "Kaminoken! Times sixty-five!" The green aura doubled in size, to be about the same as when Goku used times twenty against Frieza. This form of the Kaioken was built off of the power converted halfway, then imbued with the user's personality. Making it so that the Kaminoken would be slightly different from person to person. He charged Cell and knocked him to the ground. He made a triangle with his hands. "Tri-beam!" He shouted as he fired a blast towards the downed Cell, making a hole. Tien went down and kicked Cell in the face, hit him again in the chest, grabbed him by the tail, and threw him up into the air where he was met with another Tri-beam. Cell recovered and hit him with a barrage of punches and kicks, sending him far off into the distance.
Cell started charging a Galick Gun, while Tien started charging a massive Tri-beam. The two blasts collided, causing the water to shoot back a mile, and the wind to relocate the nearby birds. Cell put all his power into the blast along with Tien. Tien went to x70 and blew Cell off into the distance.
Cell hit the ground, out of energy. Tien descended with an energy blast in his palm. "It's over, say your last words."
Cell was shaking with fear as he reached into his belt. "I-I-I g-got two w-words, Senzu Bean."
Tien gasped as Cell tossed the bean into his mouth, the truth was that that x70 had taken its toll, he was only barely able to finish him off before the bean, but now. . .
Before Tien could even think about what to do next, he was impaled on Cell's stinger. "Now you too will be absorbed." Cell said when Tien as well lost consciousness. . .
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Time skip: 10 hours
Cell was breathing heavily as Vegeta just stood there smirking at him. Ever since he saw the conflict between Vegeta and android 18, he knew that Vegeta was a problem but this. . . Was inconceivable. "No, if only I would have been able to achieve perfection!" He had absorbed 17 and achieved his imperfect form, but now his goal would never be realized.
While Vegeta was in the hyperbolic time chamber his thoughts often went to where he was concerned when android 20 tried to kill Bulma. He had been distracted, and 20 had gotten away. "Well, I'll just have to stop with this rubbish." He smiled. It was a good decision, whenever he thought of the earth woman, he felt guilty about who he was. It felt so good playing with this monster, and it felt even better knowing he had surpassed Kakarot. But he felt best now that the ridiculous woman was never in his mind anymore. His thoughts were interrupted by Cell's continued whining. "You've been blabbering about this 'perfect form' for a while now, just tell me, is it truly as grand as what you say?"
"Yes, it is the strongest, most powerful thing that the universe has to offer." Cell said, seeing a way out through ignorant Saiyan Cells. "And it is not just my strength that becomes unbeatable, my intelligence becomes unrivaled as well."
"So you are saying that this form of yours will actually be able to challenge me?"
"Not just challenge you, destroy you more like."
"So this form is a larger powerup then this form?"
"How many times will you make me repeat myself? If I achieve my perfect form, you will have no chance of beating me!"
"Well then, allow me to fall for this little ruse. Go on, after you get it, come back to me."
"Thank you!" Cell said grinning. After looking for a few seconds, he found android 18 arguing with Krillin. "Bingo." He charged towards 18. Trunks tried to stop him, but was kick off to the side by Vegeta. He landed beside 18 and she turned around just as Cell stuck out his tail. Krillin tried to stop him, but Cell punched him into a nearby rock. After much struggling on 18's part, Cell was consumed by a spectacular light show.
Cell had finally achieved his perfect form. . .
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Frieza's Ship.
The power spike had only lasted for a second, but even that was enough to put Frieza's blood on ice. And was that his energy? What the hell was going on? "I'll worry about that later, for now I need to think about how to sway Cooler."
Twenty-five minutes later.
"Umm, lor- err I mean, Frieza!" Veture's voice rang out on the intercom. "You should see this!"
Frieza sighed. "Whatever could be happening now?"
After ten minutes, they landed and Frieza saw what Veture was gawking at. A massive ship was docked at the planet. "That must be what Cooler is currently using, but how did he find such a ship?"
Ais looked at it with a sour look on her face. "I don't like the look of it Frieza, please be careful."
His first instinct was to disregard this, but when he saw her face, he couldn't bring himself to do so. "I will."
He felt energy signatures, he put his index, and middle fingers on his forehead and teleported over to them, but was met with some kind of automaton. It threw a punch, Frieza heard a squelch, he destroyed it with an energy blast. He turned around and found out what that squelch was. It was a Namekian child! His thoughts flashed back towards the time where he had killed the very same one. He was filled with rage, now they wanted to do the exact same thing! He jumped up and took into account where all the Namekians were, then he used instant transmission to gather them all somewhere else. Then he fired a wave of energy that destroyed all of the robots.
"I would appreciate it if you would stop destroying my minions." Said a metallic voice from behind.
Frieza turned and found. . . "Is that you?!"
The metallic figure smiled. "Yes brother, but not exactly in the flesh."
A\N So, what did you think!?
Cell has absorbed many of the Z fighters, along with the androids and achieved his perfect form!
Meanwhile Frieza is still struggling with what he has done, will this encounter of metal Cooler make it better, or worse? Find out, next time!
If you have some ideas, I will be glad to hear them.
But all I have open for character stuff, is tell me if I have been ignoring a character that you want to stay relevant.
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