Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cell's Breakout ❯ Succumb to the Darkness - Part I - ( Chapter 6 )

Author's Note: Chapter Six?! Man this is getting long! Geeze! But this time, I don't have to repeat myself with the copyright issue! Why, you ask-I taped it! *presses "play" on a small tape recorded next to her, which immediately says, "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."* Oh, and Jessica R. (you people know her as SSJSkaterTrunks), your character is up! You'll recognize her when she pops up! Remember peeps, there's lots more to come! Enjoy!

~KASH

"That was truly a fantastic feat of supernatural strength! How does it feel knowing you have these kinds of abilities?"

"Well, I-"

"Mr. Saiyaman? Excuse me, Mr. Saiyaman?"

"Y-"

"Mr. Saiyaman! The fans have a RIGHT TO KNOW! What's your favorite pizza topping? Pineapples? Pepperoni, maybe?"

"Whu...What?"

"Mr. Saiyaman! What made you first decide to protect this city rather than the millions of others in the world?"

These reporters are impossible! Geeze! Gohan groaned mentally. If I'm not careful, these wakkos are gonna end up sticking those microphones up my nose!

"Now Mr. Saiyaman-do you have any further comments?"

I better hurry and wrap this up. If I get home any later Mom's gonna kill me!

Saiyaman slowly stepped back from the mob of reporters, putting his arms up into the air.

"I am the protector of truth and justice!" he said, clicking his shoes on the pavement and giving a quick spin, causing his brilliant red cape to catch the wind.

"The righter of wrong; the doer of good!"

He flipped his wrists, crouching down near the ground.

"I am the..."

He jumped back up, and held himself in a pose that looked as though he'd gotten it straight from a Sailor Moon manga.

"GREAT SAIYAMAN!"

FWOMP!

Cyris slipped forward, hitting the sidewalk, her feet sticking up in the air, twitching.

Oh yeah! Man, that was SSOOOOO cool! Gohan thought to himself, smirking.

"Oh...my...God..." Cyris whimpered, getting back up onto her feet, rubbing her nose. "This guy's an absolute dork!"

And she wasn't the only one thinking so.

Half the crowd around her looked as though at a loss for words, eyes opened wide in an awkward stare, and the other half trying desperately to contain their laughter.

The reporters' jaws were hanging open, blinking.

"Remember, loyal citizens," Saiyaman said, giving a salute to all the gaping spectators, "always buckle your seat belts, and brush your teeth after every meal!"

"Dear Lord...can this guy...be for real?!" Cyris growled to herself, the corner of her mouth twitching. "I mean, come on! Brush your teeth?! He sounds like a dentist drop-out!"

Saiyaman gave a nod, turned, and flew hastily into the clear blue horizon.

The crowd stood motionless for just a moment longer before dispersing, some still chattering excitedly to one another about The Great Saiyaman's fantastic rescue of six people in a highway pileup...and how on Earth he could manage to pull off some of the dumbest stunts!

Cyris brushed off her pants and heaved a sigh. "Guess I better get going too. Goten's probably already waiting for me."

With that, she walked down the sidewalk a ways until she found a deserted alley. After making sure there was absolutely no one watching her, she fired up her ki and zoomed into the air, soaring high into the white clouds of the light blue sky.

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Goten quickly ran out into the center of the desert plain, grinning madly.

He had been waiting forever for the training session with his newfound friend, practically driving his mother up the walls with his excitement.

Goten flopped down onto the dusty earth, fiddling with the long navy blue sleeves of his new training outfit.

When he'd returned home the day before, his mother'd gone berserk at the sight of his fancy day clothes torn and dirtied, not to mention his cuts, scrapes, and the dirt that clung to his skin and hair.

So, she'd gone through some of his father's old things and picked out some bright orange training clothes for him.

He loved them to death.

"Hey Goten!"

Goten got hurriedly to his feet and spun around, a giggle of happiness escaping his lips.

Cyris dropped slightly to the ground in front of him, swinging her backpack off of her shoulder and laying it down.

"Aahhhh. I see you got some new training clothes!" Cyris smiled, fluffing up the child's springy ebony hair.

Then her smirk faded, replaced with the peculiar expression she gave him when they first met.

"What's wrong Cyris?" Goten questioned, furrowing his brow.

A shudder ran through her body, and Cyris blinked hard.

Goten cocked his head to one side. "Are you OK?"

"Whu-what...? Oh yeah, I'm fine," Cyris said, still blinking. "I just spaz out sometimes."

Goten gave a slow nod, gazing at her somewhat worriedly.

Cyris raised her eyebrows, putting her hands on her hips. "Hey, I said I was OK."

Goten curled his lip, furrowing his eyebrows at her.

"What? You don't believe me?"

Goten lowered his head downward a little, looking up at her from underneath his thick black eyebrows, and crossed his arms.

Cyris sighed. "I'm FINE Goten. Really!"

"You promise?"

She looked down at him, a curious expression sweeping across her face.

Is this kid really that worried about me?

"Yeah. I promise," Cyris answered, smiling. "Now, you head over there and start warming up while I...change my shoes. I'll meet ya in a sec," she told him, turning and picking up her backpack.

"OK!" Goten chirped, and bounded off, giggling, to begin his warm-up.

Cyris dragged her bag with her to a large, flat surfaced rock, where she sat herself down and searched for her old shoes.

Man. This is too weird. How can this kid look so much like Goku? Gohan is his only son, and he's probably much older now than at the Cell Games, right?

And then a thought suddenly sparked through her mind, making her freeze.

Older...? Then...could that mean...He must be...He must be Saiyaman! Yes, that has to be it! It's the only reasonable explanation for his powers-and his familiar energy signature I sensed!

Cyris just sat there, staring blankly at her shoes, thinking hard. Then she gave a curt snort, shaking her head.

Nah! Gohan isn't that much of a dork! Even if he has been living under Chi-Chi's influence for seven years. Dear Kami, what am I thinking?! But still...huh?

Cyris blinked.

"Kami"?

"CYYYYRIIIIS!" Goten, who had apparently stopped his warm-up and was standing in front of Cyris, suddenly yelled into her face.

"GEE-YAAAH!" Cyris shrieked, so taken aback that she toppled backwards off the rock and onto the dusty ground.

Goten scrambled over the top of the rock's surface and peaked over, looking slightly nervous.

"C-Cyris? Are you OK?" he questioned in a small voice.

"Dear God..." she mumbled through fast breaths, her hand clutching her chest. "D-Don't SCARE ME LIKE THAT!!"

Goten let out a small yelp, jumping back onto the ground.

Cyris got back to her feet, still breathing rapidly.

She glared at the small boy, her eyes shining maliciously. She seemed to be shaking with rage. "Don't...EVER...do that again!" she snarled, flashing her teeth, hands balled into fists.

"I'm sorry Cyris. I didn't mean to," Goten said, staring down at his shoes thoughtfully.

Cyris's anger fell limp.

Why was she so mad at him for just scaring her? He's only seven-more to the point he didn't do it on purpose! What was wrong with her?

"Ah, it's OK, kid," she sighed, giving him a smile. "I'm just a tad off today-if you haven't already guessed that!"

Goten brought his head back up and grinned, scratching the back of his head.

"All right then! Let's work on some more combat today," Cyris said, stepping back a couple feet. "Now, I want you to power up a bit. We need to work on building your ki up."

"So, you want me to...go right now?" Goten asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Yeah, sure. Go right ahead."

Goten spread his feet apart slightly, lifting up his arms. He gritted his teeth, looking as though he were concentrating hard, and a swirling white aura quickly surrounded him, sending up small clouds of dust.

"Good," Cyris said, resting her hands on her hips. "Now go to your full power."

"...Uh..." the young warrior stuttered, looking up at his trainer oddly, "...But I...already am..."

Cyris's eyebrows forked somewhat, the corners of her mouth drooping. "...Oh...well, uh tthhhhat's OK! It's a good start for someone your age."

God, who am I kidding! I'm glad I found this guy when I did-he's got a lower ki level than Krillin for crying out loud!

"So, umn, are you going to too?" Goten questioned, breaking through Cyris's thoughts.

"Oh, right," she replied. "But remember, I'll be a little higher than you."

Cyris lifted her arms up slightly, straightening herself out. Her jaw tightened, and just as she did so, a blast of power erupted around her, cracking and shaking the dry earth beneath her.

The ground slipping below his feet caused Goten to loose his balance, and almost fell backward onto the plain.

And that's when Goten noticed it.

"Whoa! How are you doing that?" he questioned, his eyes alight with awe.

"Huh?" Cyris cocked her eyebrow. "Doing what?"

"You're energy! It feels like there's more than one person!" Goten chirped excitedly, grinning insanely. "Oo! Oo! Can you show me how to too?! Huh?! Canya Canya Canya?!"

Cyris's expression must have been nothing less than utter confusion. "More than...one person...? But..."

"Puh-lleeze?!"

How can I feel like more than one person? I mean...It's not like I can sense my own energy as well as other people, but...how am I making it feel like there's more than me?

"Um...Well, we'll get to that later-when your energy's higher," she lied, trying to shake off her puzzlement.

"Aww," Goten sighed, sticking out his bottom lip slightly.

Nah. Must be him-he's still young, after all.

After an hour or so of sparring, Goten was finally all tuckered out. He collapsed onto his backside and wiped off his forehead, breathing rapidly.

Cyris got to her feet, cracking her knuckles. "Well, it's definitely obvious that you're improving." She scratched behind her ear, smiling. "Though, I think I might have been just a tad too fast for ya."

"You're...telling me...!" Goten sighed, giving a wry smile.

At that very instant, a loud growl issued itself from Goten's stomach, and Cyris blinked.

"Heh...I guess I'm a little hungry..." he said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Just a little, huh?" Cyris snickered. "Well, let's call it a day. I better head home and get somethin' to eat too, eh?"

Goten jumped to his feet and gave her a small wave. "Bye! I'll see ya tomorrow!" he giggled as he turned and headed off toward home.

Cyris immediately dropped her smile, furrowing her eyebrows. "He has to be Goku, or something. His form of him is flawless." She folded her arms across her chest. "Bottom line."

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"Good-bye Mom!" Gohan said, opening the front door to begin his long flight to his high school.

"Bye Gohan," his mother answered from the kitchen. "Have a nice day at school."

"I will!"

Gohan leapt into the fresh morning air, soaring above the treetops. He glanced down at his watch around his wrist, which read seven fifteen, and blinked. "Wow! I'm actually on time!"

He tapped the small red button to its side, and his clothes instantly changed into his brilliantly colored Saiyaman apparel.

"Gohan!"

Gohan looked behind him to see Goten riding closely behind him on the golden Nimbus cloud.

"Can I come?" his little brother asked. "I wanna see your school!"

"You'd better not. I think you'd attract too much attention on that thing," he replied, motioning to the cloud.

"Yeah, I guess you're right about that," Goten sighed. "See ya later."

"Bye!" Gohan chirped, giving him a curt wave, and sped into the light blue sky. "Have fun today!" he yelled back to him as he disappeared into the sky.

"I will," Goten said, waving. "Bye."

"Unbelievable!" Gohan awed, soaring over the large Orange Star City toward his equally large high school, "I actually have a little time to spare! Maybe I should go get some breakfast, or something…"

Suddenly, something caught the corner of his eye, and he wrenched his head to his left.

A large, yellow jet-copter was flying solo just a couple yards away from him.

"I wonder who that is?" he pondered, having the strange feeling that that jet-copter looked slightly familiar...

"It's Saiyaman!" Videl gasped, immediately jerking her jet-copter after the bizarre outfitted hero.

"Oh great, it's Videl. I can't land here now!" Gohan groaned in exasperation. "Darn it!" He lowered his head. "There goes my breakfast..." he sighed, almost sadly.

Gohan sped faster in an attempt to lose his obsessed chaser, but Videl cranked up her speed as well, giving into a chase.

Gohan flew into the cover of the clouds to try and make Videl loose sight of him-which worked for a moment-but she levered up and appeared right behind him.

"I've got you now!"

"Man, what's up with this crazy girl?!" Gohan exclaimed, sounding slightly frustrated. "I'm not a bad guy! What's she doing?!"

He angled himself down and sped toward the ground in a dive bomb, and flew hastily close along the street, but the relentless girl stayed right on top of him.

In another attempt to shake Videl off of his tracks, Gohan made a sharp turn into a tight alleyway.

The maneuver managed to slow Videl down, but she sped in right after him, knocking over anything and everything along the alley's close walls with her jet-copter's elongated wings.

"Today's the day I unmask that goober!" she snickered triumphantly, thrusting her control stick further forward, picking up speed.

"Hmm," Gohan chuckled to himself, an idea jutting through his thoughts. "I know."

He suddenly stopped short and turned to face the approaching jet-copter, smirking.

Videl let out a short scream, her eyes wide.

At the very instant the hero would have become a windshield pancake, he vanished.

Videl jerked her flying machine to a quick stop, breathing heavily. Oh man! Woah! she thought, looking around frantically. Now where is he?!

"Phew," Gohan sighed, standing behind a tree in the city's park, not too far away from his ditch effort. "Man, I don't know why she's so bent on discovering who I am! No on else bothers me. This could be a real nuisance."

And at that very moment, Videl flew down and parked her jet-copter in a patch of grass right in front of him.

"Good morning," she snickered, stepping out of her transport and up to the baffled hero.

"Hi there!" Saiyaman said nervously, grinning weakly. "I believe we've met somewhere-yes I'm sure of it!"

"How about I help you see better by taking that bucket off your head?" Videl answered tauntingly, putting her hands on her hips.

She leaned in close to him, her head cocked to her side. "Enough of this nonsense-tell me who you are."

The Great Saiyaman sighed, turning, and began walking a few feet away. "All right. I guess I can trust you. You seem like a good person. But please don't ever repeat what you're about to hear."

He stopped, spun back around, and began making odd poses. "I-am-the..."

He curled his arms over his head, making a weird sort of "M". "...Great Saiyaman!"

"You're such a jerk!" Videl spat, glaring at him hatefully, her arms crossed.

"What do you mean...? You asked me who I was," Saiyaman said, laughing nervously.

Videl's eye narrowed. "I wanna know your real name, you nut case! And where you're from and where you get your power," she snapped. "And if you don't tell, I'll find out for myself!"

I've never met a girl who was this pushy before! She reminds me of my mother! Gohan thought.

"You better go, or you'll be late," Videl said, interrupting his thoughts.

"Not me! I'm fine!" Saiyaman answered quickly, turning away from her.

"I have a pretty good idea who you really are," Videl continued, walking around to face the hero. "You think you're so clever hiding behind that-"

The Great Saiyaman jerked his head up to the sky, as if something caught his eye, and Videl quickly followed his gaze.

His distraction worked, Saiyaman somersaulted over the raven-haired girl and landed gracefully next to her transport.

"Hey, what're you doing?" she snapped, watching as the bucket-headed hero lifted up her jet-copter over his head.

"Nothing," he replied innocently, and took to the air with it.

"What do you mean 'nothing'?! You're stealing my JET-COPTER!!" Videl yelled angrily as Saiyaman landed on top of an apartment roof and set her traveling plane down.

"Not stealing! Just relocating! I'll see you in a little while!" he replied, growling, "Gohan, you idiot!" to himself under his breath, and hastily flew off.

"That...guy..." Videl growled through clenched teeth, her hands balled into fists. "That fool has no idea who he's messing with."

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Gohan looked down at the food-if that's what it was considered to be-on his lunch tray, wrinkling his nose; one word lingered through his thoughts-Yuck!

He turned from the serving counter and began to walk across the cafeteria in the direction of the table where he and his friends generally sat.

"Hey, Gohan!"

He stopped and turned at the mention of his name, and Cyris hastily ran up to his side.

"Um, hi," she said, and Gohan could have sworn that her cheeks reddened.

"What's up?" he questioned, cocking his brow.

"Well, I just wanted to ask if it was all right if I sat with you guys," Cyris replied, "I mean, I don't really know anyone here yet, and I was hoping you could help me out with that department-I mean, i-if you don't mind that is!"

"No-that's fine," Gohan chirped, putting on the famous "Son Grin".

"OK," Cyris mumbled quickly, her all ready rosy cheeks becoming all the more rosier.

The two headed off, Cyris lingering behind slightly, cursing things such as, "Why do I keep doing that?!" and some things not worth repeating at herself beneath her breath.

When they reached the table, she flopped down across from a chatterbox blonde, who immediately confronted her with a wide grin.

"Uh, hey!" she chirped, before she gave Gohan, who was now sitting next to her, somewhat of a questioning glance.

"Gohan-who's this?"

"Mm? Fat's Ciesss!" he answered with a fork-full-not to mention the fork-of food in his mouth.

A raven-haired girl sitting next to Cyris gave him disgruntled sort of look, her lips pressed thinly. "Mind repeating that for those of us who don't speak stuffyerfaceenese?" she said curtly.

The blonde girl across from Cyris giggled.

"Hm?" Gohan quickly gulped down the remainder of his fork-full and repeated, "Sorry. That's Cyris-the new girl."

"Oh! She is?!" The blonde leaned over the table, eyeing Cyris over keenly with her huge misty blue eyes, causing the new student to lean back from her slightly.

"Nice to meetchya! I'm Eresa!"

Cyris winced slightly at the girl's high-pitched voice, but smiled anyway. "Uh, hi."

"You don't look much like a genius," the black-haired girl stated impetuously, pointing her spoon at her.

"That's cuz I try not to," Cyris replied equally curt, pointing her fork at her in a mimic.

Her "rival" got to gist, setting her spoon down forcefully and giving a wry smile.

"Aw, don't mind her! That's Videl-Hercule's daughter!" said Eresa.

Cyris turned and gave Videl a quick look over, then smirked mischievously, raising up her eyebrows in mild interest.

Kami, I swear she looks just like somebody I know when she smirks like that... Gohan pondered.

"Really? I never would have guessed-seeing as how you don't look like much of a fighter," she snickered, curling back a small strand of green hair behind her ear.

It must have been one of the deadliest looks that Videl gave Cyris that Gohan had ever seen any woman give, even from his mother.

"Oh, and you'd know what one looks like?" Videl snapped back, crossing her arms over her chest in a huff.

"Most of the time," Cyris replied coolly, dishing herself a portion of what looked like pork-and-beans. "Usually golden hair is a dead giveaway."

Gohan's head snapped up at this, and his and Cyris's eyes instantaneously locked.

'Sssssssssssaaaaaaaiiyyyyaaaannnnnn.'

After a few moments, Videl got tired of the stare-off and threw a banana at Gohan's head, causing him to abruptly snap back to reality.

"Knock it off!" she growled at him, shaking a fist.

Cyris blinked hard a couple of times, shaking her head.

Eresa smiled perkily. "Hey, does that mean I'm a fighter?!"

Everyone remaining at the table instantly fell backwards and hit the floor.

"Ooo! And then what happened?! Tell us! C'mon!"

Cyris got back up into her seat and turned toward the direction of the chatter.

A bunch of girls, and some boys, were squeezed into an already overcrowded table not to far from Cyris's seat. They all appeared to be listening intently to one girl, who sat at the "head".

From what Cyris could see of her, she had short, spiky blonde hair, grayish-blue eyes with a hint of a mischievous gleam, and was dressed in, loosely called, a "punk rocker" type apparel.

"Gohan-who's that girl over there?" Cyris questioned, not lingering her gaze away from her observations.

Somehow...she looked familiar...

Videl snorted, shaking her head slightly. "That's Jasawitz," she sneered distastefully. "Jessica Jasawitz."

Cyris, who noticed the disliking tone in Videl's voice, turned and cocked a brow at her. "Well, what's the story behind her?"

This time it was Eresa who spoke up. "It's an odd story, actually. Before the whole Nikkei Town Monster stuff seven years ago, Jessica was always being tossed aside. Boyfriends, best friends-you get the idea, right? Well, after the Cell Games and all, Jessica started up all these rumors that she met up with the 'Big Bad Monster of Nikkei Town', and, since she knows some martial arts, says she beat him up no-sweat."

"Yeah right," Videl scoffed.

"And since then a bunch of people think she's the greatest person to live besides Hercule," Eresa finished.

"Pretty funny, huh Cyris?" Gohan laughed, trying to boost the dragging mood.

...Nothing.

Gohan cracked an eye and looked across the table Cyris's way, and gulped.

This was now, by far, the most ferocious expression Gohan had ever seen on a woman.

Cyris was glaring butcher knives into Jessica Jasawitz's skull, completely swerved around to face her. She was shaking with absolute rage, and her eyes were an unusual shade of reddish brown.

That...That WEAK FEMALE thinks she can get away with saying that she defeated me?! ME?!?! Dr. Gero's GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT?!?! SHE WILL DDIIEE!! I will see to it MYSELF!!

Cyris was suddenly to her feet, so fast that even Gohan didn't catch her movement, her chair clanking to the floor loudly.

Everything stopped.

No noise; no chatter; nothing.

Everyone was staring at Cyris in puzzlement.

"...You..." she snarled with the utmost loathing, and stomped over to the girl in a flash.

"Man, what's up w-" Jessica tried to say, but Cyris had yanked her from her chair and thrust her up against the closest wall, pinning her up by the scruff of her shirt.

"What the Hell do you think you're doing?!" Jessica spat contemptuously, her gray eyes ablaze.

"Quiet human," Cyris sneered, pushing her harder into the wall. "Now why don't I tell you the real story of what happened that day in Ginger Town, shall I?"

Jessica blinked.

"Yes, you were the last of them, weren't you? I remember it all quite clearly. After I finished off with your weak kin, you were standing there, screaming, and began to run. Run for all your pathetic legs were worth, didn't you?"

"...What are..."

"I gave chase, naturally. It can be invigorating every now and then to have some fun with your prey, and killing on the helpless grows tiresome."

Jessica's face went pale.

"No matter where you went, I was always one step ahead of you. Then you raced into the dark alleyway, and slipped, obviously disabling yourself. You lay there, helpless at my feet as I approached you."

An evil smirk slowly swept onto Cyris's lips, and she pulled Jessica so close to her face that the tips of their noses touched.

Cyris's voice lowered. "And do you remember...what I said?"

Suddenly, in an instant almost too fast for Jessica to comprehend, Cyris's pupils slit vertically, almost catlike, and the oddly high-pitched, raspy cackle came to her ears as she said, "Now you shall become part of me-the perfect warrior!"

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I'd like to apologize for it taking so long to get this chapter up-MAJOR Writer's Block! Ouchies! Anyhow, if you peeps out there have any ideas for this, I'm more than happy to take them! There's going to be a "Special Thanks" page at the end of the fic, AND you'd be mentioned in the "Author's Note" at the beginning of the chapter it would be used. Thanks for reading! Until next chapter...Muwahahahahahaaaaaaaaaa!!

~KASH