Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cell's Breakout ❯ Last Resort ( Chapter 9 )

Author's Note: Gah! I know I know! It's been forever since I've updated, and I'm REALLY SORRY!! *cringes* Don't hurt me! *a soda can is flung across the room, and knocks her in the back of the head, sending her crashing to the floor* @__@ Ahh!! *covers head, and is buried by a mad storm of thrown soda cans* *in the background, the tape recorder goes, "I don't own any of the regular characters you'd find in the show or manga Dragon Ball Z. They are copyright of Akira

Toriyama. Cyris, Laura, Sita, Nyome, Dora, Meah, and Valerie are KASH Copyright."*

~KASH

"He-YAYAYAYAYA!"

Goten back-flipped, and spun around, kicking wildly at a spot in the air. He jumped back a step, and began to punch madly at the desert dust that hung in the still air.

All of a sudden, Goten stopped in mid-punch, and whipped his head around. An eager smile instantly crept onto his lips.

Cyris promptly landed a few yards away from him, immediately swinging her backpack off and onto the ground.

"Cyris!" Goten called out happily, and Cyris jerked her head up to stare straight at him.

Smiling like a maniac, Goten hastily bounded over to stand in front of her. "Hi!" he chirped.

Cyris blinked down at him. "Hey Goten. You're out here awfully early."

"Heh, you too!" Goten giggled, and then his smile dissolved as he looked up at her, taking on a slightly disconcerted expression.

Her eyes, they looked so...hollow... Not to mention she was still wearing her contacts. And she wasn't wearing her usual training clothes today, either-dark green T-shirt with black along the sleeves, somewhat baggy black jeans, and black sneakers.

"Are you feeling bad again today, Cyris?" Goten questioned.

Cyris gave him a smile, which probably looked a touch frailer than she would've liked it to have been. "A little, but nothin' to worry about. I'm fine."

"...OK," Goten said, though something in her voice just didn't seem too convincing.

"Well, since we're both here, why don't we train?" she suggested, changing the subject. "How's your speed coming?"

Goten took a few steps back, and within the blink of an eye, he was standing at her right, then at her left, and finally back to where he'd stood, a playful smirk on his lips.

"Very nice," Cyris said, raising her eyebrows. "You've been doing some extra training on the sly, haven't you?"

Goten broke out in a big grin, giving a nod.

"How about the ki techniques I showed you?"

"Eheh, I still can't get the hang of them yet..."

Cyris tucked some of her hair behind her ear. "Hmm, what about just regular ki blasts?"

Goten nodded. "Uh-huh! I can do those!" He lifted up his hand, and formed a glowing ball within his palm. "See?"

Cyris folded her arms over her chest. "OK then, you've got the speed down, and the ki control needs a little work. But all in all I'd say you've made excellent progress."

Goten scratched the back of his head, another grin plastered onto his face.

"So..." Cyris unfolded her arms, and stood into a fighting stance, "I think now we should get down to the real training."

The boy gave a quick nod, and got into a stance himself.

For a moment, the two stood silently, not moving the slightest inch from their positions, eyes locked.

Then they vanished, their only presence notable being the clouds of dust that swirled up along the desert plain.

Goten reappeared, and landed back onto the ground. He watched the thick dust clouds intently as they slowly swirled in the low wind, beginning to settle...

Cyris quickly lunged forth from them, her fist drawn back. She sped the length of the plain, and made a fast punch at him, but Goten flipped out of the way.

Cyris went after him, and a storm of punches immediately broke out between them, none of them ever hitting their mark, either blocked by an opposing punch or dodged.

Abruptly, the two broke away, skidding on their heels to opposite ends of the plain, almost directly back to where they started.

"Heh, you're getting tough, kid," Cyris commented, smirking.

Goten grinned slyly back, lowering his head.

Quickly, he vaulted himself forward toward the teen, and made another punch at her, but Cyris quickly side-stepped his attack with ease, and kicked him in his perfectly exposed ribs.

Goten was sent flying, spinning head over heels through the air along the field. Scrambling, his hands managed to grab at the dirt, and he clawed at it, but only succeeded in pulling himself closer to the ground.

He tumbled roughly through the dry dirt a few feet, and finally came to a stop.

Cyris watched his still body, his face down in the dirt.

He wasn't moving... Maybe she'd overdone it on that last one-

Slowly, Goten got back to his feet. His orange and blue gi was scratched and torn, and he was covered with dust, clumps of the desert earth in his black, spiky hair.

A snarl curled his lips as he looked back toward Cyris, and his hands balled into fists, shaking.

Cyris furrowed her brows as she watched him. "What's he...doing?"

Suddenly, Goten reared back his head, and an ear-shattering cry rang out from his throat. Golden light erupted around him, consumed him, the ground splitting beneath his feet.

Cyris's eyes went wide, and the next second a wave of ki slammed into her, and she was knocked forcefully off her feet and onto the ground. Hastily she sat up, and her eyes were immediately drawn back to the light.

But the light had died down greatly. Now, there was a figure within it...the golden glow radiated from him.

He's a Super Saiyan....

But he wasn't just any Super Saiyan... The way his hair stood straight in the air, his bangs parted at the side. And the eyes....the same fiery green, merciless and cold...

The air caught in Cyris's throat, and the hair on the back of her neck prickled.

It was him...

`Goku...'

The golden aura flickered, and in a flash it dispersed. The child fell to his knees and hands, sweat dripping from his face, and he panted heavily.

"C...Cyris..." He lifted his head, still breathing heavily. "What...what just...happened...?"

Her eyes remained transfixed on him, wide, terror stricken. She didn't make the slightest movement, almost like an animal trying to evade a predator by not drawing attention to itself, hoping not to be seen...

"...Cyris...?" He unsteadily got to his feet, and began to take a step forward towards her-

"Goku!! That's who you are!!" Cyris hollered, almost accusingly; the words spilled out of her mouth before she had the chance to know what she was saying.

Goten blinked at her. "Cyris, what are you talking about?"

"Don't act like I'm stupid!!" she yelled, "I know you're Goku!! You have to be!!"

Goten looked hurt, sticking out his lip slightly. "...Goku was my Dad..."

Cyris's mouth dropped open. "Your...your Dad...?"

Blinding phosphorescent green swept over her eyes, clouded every inch of her vision. She felt as though she were floating, unattached, paralyzed.

What is this...?

Then it came, almost on a cue-the voice. It had a lifeless, metallic droll mixed within it... But she knew this voice...

`You are my Ultimate achievement... You are completely superior too all of your preceding models... You are the Perfect Weapon...'

It switched back. Goten was slowly making his way over to her now, a worried look on his face.

"Cyris? What are you-"

`Your soul purpose is to destroy... Destroy all existing life on this planet, and any other...'

Goten was still walking closer to her, he was only a few feet away...

"NO!" Cyris yelled, swiping her hand through the air. "St-Stay away from me!!"

"But...Cyris..." Goten whimpered, stopping, and taking a small step back.

`Your soul purpose is to destroy...Destroy all life...'

Cyris could feel the darkness edging ever closer; it was consuming her.

No! She couldn't let herself be taken...not again...but...it was calling out to her from the dark depths...and she wanted it...

`You must destroy him...Destroy him...'

Cyris was shaking with terror and confusion; she could feel it. Every nerve ending in her body was screaming not to fight it-for her to give into the cold, darkness...

`Destroy him...Destroy him...'

"N...no, I..."

`DESTROY HIM...'

"SHUT UUUUPPP!!!!" Cyris screamed at the top of her lungs, trying to drown out the echoing voices in her mind. "JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!!!!"

Goten, startled by her sudden outburst, fell backwards and onto his rump.

He was now terrified.

Cyris's head snapped up, and she looked over toward Goten. Her face was contorted into almost an agonizing looking expression. She was holding back absolute rage, almost ready to lash out at him.

A small whimper crept over his lips, and he put his hands behind him, ready to begin to back away from her.

G...Goten...!

With blinding speed, Cyris had her index and middle finger pointed to the center of her head, and in a flicker of light, she disappeared.

A shaky breath escaped him, and tears spilled out of his eyes, and down his cheeks.

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"But why? You still haven't said why, Aunt Laura!"

Her aunt turned to her, her arms bulging with hastily packed suitcases, loose garments hanging over them. "Cyris, I told you, we have to go! Get the rest of your stuff now!"

"It's already in the car, Laura," Cyris said promptly, putting her hand on her hip.

Laura stuffed the load in her arms into the trunk of the old, rusted blue Saturn, and looked over at her almost 9 year old niece. "OK then. You, get into the car, I'll be back. If you see anything, anything that doesn't look...human, I want you to get under the car and stay there, got it?"

Cyris blinked. "What? But Aunt Laura-"

Her aunt rushed past her up the front steps, and ran down the hall into the kitchen.

Cyris sighed, rolling her eyes. "This whole thing's some sorta prank. Monsters eating up whole cities, pah."

She went down the steps, mumbling something closely resembling, "There's no such thing as monsters," and opened up the side passenger door, took a seat, and closed it. She let out another frustrated sigh, and loosely crossed her arms across her chest, staring out the driver's side window.

Across the street, a man and a woman were frantically stuffing household belongings into the back seat of an SUV, and scurrying back into their apartment to grab more.

Cyris looked through the front window. Two men jumped into a black Toyota truck, a couch, a couple tables and chairs, and sleeping bags in the back, and drove madly down the street.

Cyris raised her eyebrows, and got up in her seat. Down the street, several other cars were being packed, and immediately driving off.

"This whole `Nikkeitown Monster' thing...it's not really real..." She got onto her knees, and swerved around in her seat to look through the back window. And, as to be expected, dozens of other cars and trucks lined the streets, packing up, and shipping out.

"...Is it?"

SLAM!

Cyris jumped, turning jerkily back in her seat, and saw her aunt pulling the strap of her seat belt, and, with fumbling hands, buckling it.

Cyris breathed a sigh, and sat down, buckling her seat belt as well.

As soon as the latch clicked, her aunt floored it, and took off like a bat out of Purgatory down the street.

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Cyris shifted uncomfortably, groaning sleepily. The rough, scrapping texture on her face and on her shoulder, it was beginning to bother her.

She sluggishly forced her arm out from under her, and pushed herself up with it, moving her head-

Ow ow! Headache!

Her hands instantly flew to her temples, wincing. "Aaaah, man..." Cyris moaned irritably, cracking her eyes open, sniffing. "Where...where am I?"

A strong blast of cold wind blew into her face and bare arms, snaking its way up her short sleeves and up her pants legs.

She clamped her eyes shut, gritting her teeth. Man, it's cold!

Cyris tediously got to her feet, and crossed her arms across her chest, rubbing them. She turned to get her front out of the wind...

...and saw that the ground was over 100 feet below her.

"Holy-!" she gasped, so taken aback that she tripped over her own two feet, and fell onto the rough concrete ground on her rear.

After a moment that she was able to regain her composure, she got back to her feet, and timidly walked over to the edge, and peaked down.

"Hm... I'm on topuva building, then," she said to herself, and scoffed at herself for being frightened by only being a couple feet off the ground.

"But, how'd I get up here?"

The last thing Cyris remembered...was when she was with Goten. Something had happened... He'd gone Super Saiyan, that was it.

Then, she remembered green, radiant green... And that voice...

Who was that?

She let out an aggravated sort of growl. She really didn't like all of this. Not in the least.

Cyris squinted down at the street below, trying to make out the seemingly microscopic letters written on the signs on top of the tiny stores along the sidewalk.

"Wait a second..." She narrowed her eyes to the point that they were merely thin slits, and then she blinked, an almost amused smirk sneaking onto her lips. "I'll be... It's Mesa Boulevard."

Mesa Boulevard, conveniently enough, was only five blocks away from her aunt's apartment. She, Meah, and Valerie would almost always walk around here after school and on the weekends when they hung out-the best stores and shops were always located here. And, having Meah, the Shopaholic, as a best friend, you'd know where all the best places to go to shop were.

Another blast of wind hit Cyris in the face, and the cold finally got the better of her.

Shivering, Cyris moved away from the ledge, picking up her backpack that was near where she laid a moment ago, and walked toward the back corner of the roof. She peered down the side, and after making sure the area below was deserted, hopped off.

She landed a second later on the sidewalk, and, nonchalantly, shifting her backpack on her shoulder, began to head toward home.

Her eyes practically glued to her sneakers scuffing along the rough, gray pavement of the sidewalk, Cyris could only keep thinking back to the past week's events.

She'd always had those weird visions, for as long as she could remember... Ever since the accident.

But, this week definitely topped the cake. The visions becoming so vivid in her mind, beginning to really know who all those "mystery fighters" were at the Cell Games-social and hereditary background-well, all but Son Gohan, anyway.

Though, that only covered the visions.

Four times she'd found herself doing something she had no idea why or what possessed her to suddenly act upon it. And all four of those times were acts of violence... On people she didn't even know-that Jessica Jazawitz girl, that kid Gohan from her class, and Goten...

Goten...Goku's son. Why hadn't she thought of that? It was so obvious! But Gohan was Goku's only son. Where'd Goten come into the picture? Not to mention he was a Super Saiyan already, too.

But that all was irrelevant. That didn't really have anything to do with her setting off...did it?

No, that made no sense.

But why would she have gone off on him? On Jessica, and Gohan? She didn't know them either.

Wait... What would happen if something like this happened to someone she did care about? Laura, Valerie, Meah-any of them could be susceptible to her sudden spurts of rage.

Would she really loose herself so much into her rage that she would really harm someone she was so close to?

"Meah! Look out!"

Cyris jerked her head up just in time to have a giant wave of white packages and bags engulf her, and, dumbfounded, she toppled backwards with all the bags and boxes to the ground, hitting the pavement roughly.

Cyris was just about ready to strangle whoever had just ran into her, when their voices came to ear.

"Oh my Gawd! I'm, like, so sorry!!"

"Jesus, Meah! Watch what you doin'! Runnin' into people with all yo stuff!"

Cyris quickly craned her head up, and her eyebrows raised.

"You a'ight down there?" Valerie turned down to her, and blinked, opening her mouth wide. "Cyris!"

Cyris smiled meekly up at the two teens, a pair of poofy pink socks dangling over her ear. "Nice to see you too, Val."

There was an uncomfortable silence as the three girls sat together at a small table in La Marie's Café. Since they'd all gotten their drinks-frapachinos, cappichinos, the mix-none of them had uttered a word, which was beginning to grind on Meah's sensitive nerves.

So, being the one who usually always started up the conversations, she, well, started one.

"So...Cy-Chan, what's up?" she questioned, taking a small sip of her frapachino.

"Heh, sortuva loaded question," Cyris replied, staring down into her capachino, watching the light brown liquid slowly swirl within its paper cup imprisonment.

Valerie took a swig of her own drink, and looked over the brim of the cup over in Cyris's direction. "How's that?"

Breaking her gaze from the swirling liquid, Cyris took a sip, and set it back down on the table, leaning back in her seat. "To be perfectly honest, I think I'm either schizophrenic or I've completely lost my mind."

Meah blinked her brilliant lime green eyes at her, cocking her head to the side. "Umn, wouldn't that be the same thing?"

Valerie rolled her eyes, and gazed back toward Cyris. "Like, you mean you hearin' voices and stuff like that?"

"Sometimes," Cyris said, sipping on her capachino. "I'm seeing things too. I think it's stuff from the Cell Games. Stuff with that kid and Cell, when they were fighting."

Meah blinked. "But, didn't you say you never saw the Cell Games?" she inquired, quirking a thin blue eyebrow.

"Uh-huh," Cyris answered, curling some hair back behind her ear nonchalantly. "I didn't."

"There anythin' else?" Valerie said, furrowing her brows.

"Yeah. Sometimes it's like, one minute I'm doing one thing, and next second I'm pinning somebody up against a wall or something."

Valerie's expression darkened. "Pinnin' people up inta walls? Why? They get you mad o' somethin'?"

"Hell if I know," she snorted. "Ever since what happened Monday..."

Meah straightened, looking worriedly over at her friend. "So, like, you think it might have something to do with...what happened, maybe? Like, a mental lapse, or something like that?"

Cyris shot Meah a look, taking another gulp from the paper cup. "Wish I knew. I'm seriously beginning to think I'm, like, possessed or something..."

"Aww, how very sad. Sounds to me like poor widdle Cywis is having a widdle mental bweak down."

Cyris jumped in her seat, and her head instantly whipped up.

Looming like a vulture over Valerie's shoulder stood a tall, cocky looking teenage boy with slicked forward, light blue hair almost the same shade as Meah's, and dark, forest green eyes. An antagonistic smirk was plastered onto his face, and his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.

Yukio Yatoke, Meah's older brother.

Cyris immediately glared up into his eyes, a sneer curling her lips. "Back off, Yukio. I'm warning you, I'm seriously not in the mood."

Yukio raised his arms in the air in a fake defensive gesture. "Oh oh! I'm so sorry! Gonna go all mental on me now?"

The corner of Cyris's eye twitched, and her hands balled into tight fists.

"Stop it, Yukio!" Meah said warningly over to him, getting to her feet. "I mean it!"

"Oohhh, and what are you going to do about it?" Yukio retorted, narrowing his eyes at his little sister.

Meah let out a huff, narrowing her eyes at him.

But Yukio's smirk only broadened, and he looked back down at Cyris. "Hey, just wondering, but, y'know, aren't you due back to the mental institute right about now?" He turned, and pointed his thumb to the street. "Heh, I thought I saw one of their trucks drive by looking for-"

"I'M NOT GOING CCRRAAZZYY!!!"

The table was sent flying across the café at blinding speed, and it smashed into the wall, shattering itself and the bricks it made contact with into dust; an explosion of splinters and bits of brick.

With a yell, Cyris bolted forward, slamming hard into Yukio, and in the blink of an eye ran him up into the corner of the café near the door. She drew back her fist, a ball of energy immediately forming in her palm, and without a moment's hesitation she thrust it forward, right toward his face...

Suddenly, Meah's high pitched scream rang out in Cyris's ears. Immediately her arm froze.

The ki ball remained only the slightest inch away from the tip of Yukio's nose.

Yukio stared cross-eyed down his nose at the ki ball, and his mouth line drooped. His complexion instantly paled, and eyes rolled up into the back of his head.

Cyris quickly recoiled her hands, and the teenage boy slid down to the floor, out like a light.

"I..." Cyris tried to choke out, but the air kept catching in the back of her throat. "I...I didn't..."

She whipped her head around to look at Meah, who had an expression conveying no less than horror.

Slowly, shakily, Cyris rotated her head back around, and gazed down at Yukio's unmoving body, slumped up on the floor.

Oh my God...I...I almost killed him... This...it's not real... None of this can be real... It can't be... It can't be...

This time, the darkness would not take refuge over her. She was left there, in the silent café, every frightful eye glued to her, wallowing in her own misfortune.

No outside force had intervened this time. This time, it had been her own rage that had let fly, and almost caused death.

Death to someone whom she'd known for years, that she wouldn't have dreamed to raise a fist to.

Run.

Cyris thrust herself forward and smashed through the glass doors of the café, sending down a storm of clear shards to rain down onto the gray ground. She swerved herself around, and sprinted down the street as if the devil himself were on her heels.

No turning back now. She had to get out of here. Had to get away, from everything. Escape everything, or...destroy everything.

She vaulted herself into the air, sending herself soaring upward into the orange painted sky, and vanished.

"H...Holy Christ in Heaven..." the clerk behind the counter stuttered, his eyes still plastered to the spot where the teenage girl had smashed through the doors.

Suddenly, Meah snapped out of her shock, and, remembering her unconscious brother in the corner, ran over to his side, and gave him a light shake. "Yukio! Yukio wake up!"

She swerved around. "Valerie! Call-"

She stopped, and blinked. "Valerie?" she said in a small, questioning voice.

But Valerie was nowhere to be seen.

*creeps slowly out onto the scene, wearing an army helmet on her head* Umn, well, there you have it, people! *looking around nervously* Chapter 9, all said and done; gone through many re-hauls and fix-ups. Thank Kami THAT one's done. Now, I shall go onto Chapter 10, and hopefully I will update it in 45 days time. *glances around again* OK...seems like you people aren't mad anymore... *takes off her helmet, and as soon as she does so, she is hit in the face by a soda can* O.o Aahhhhh!! *ducks to the ground with her hands over her head*

Chinuru (in background): *snickering insanely, a carton of sodas under his arm*