Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cell's Breakout ❯ Cruel Fate Revealed ( Chapter 8 )

Author's Note: Chapter-o Eight-o! Yeah-o! I though, heck, you people have been so darn patient-why not put up another chapter? ^_^ This chapter isn't meant to be long. It's meant as a cliffhanger only! I was in the mood to get people annoyed with me today! Hahahaha! *takes out her tape recorder and presses "play"; it 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."* Enjoy!

~KASH

Mr. Popo looked around anxiously, shuffling his feet around in his pointed shoes.

Dende was off visiting Koren for a few hours and Piccolo was training in the desert. So, the ancient genie had the entire Lookout all to himself....

...For the moment.

"Hello, my good friend."

Mr. Popo jumped slightly, then turned around, sighing. "You know I don't like that."

"Oh, then you know that's the only reason I do it."

A warm smile spread across Mr. Popo's black face. "You are a strange one, Sita."

The kai shrugged, smirking. "Well, what would you expect? My brother's just an old stick-in-the-mud, Grand Kai's as hopelessly lost as they come, and the four other kais are always bickering between one another every time they meet. Especially those North and West."

Mr. Popo chuckled, shaking his head. "I suppose you do have a point."

Sita put her hands on her hips, cocking her eyebrow oddly at her genie friend. "Are you just going to let a lady stand around all eternity or are you going to offer her a seat, Mr. Polite?"

"Yes, yes. This way," Mr. Popo said chuckling, leading the kai into a small marble outdoor parlor surrounded by the Lookout's largest garden, not too far away.

"So, how have you been since our last visit? Well, I hope?" Sita chirped, sitting down in one of the fine white chairs in front of a marble table.

"Fine, as usual. Nothing much goes on around here anymore," the genie replied, an almost bored tone in his comment.

"And Dende? Is he living up to his expectations of Guardian of the Earth?"

"Oh yes!" Mr. Popo said. "He's quite good company." His eyes saddened. "Though, he will never be able to replace Kami..."

"This is true. I, too, miss Kami a great deal," Sita sighed, somewhat somberly.

"Well, how about yourself? Are you well?" Mr. Popo interjected.

Sita's expression quickly darkened, and her ever-dominant smile faded.

Mr. Popo knew that look all too well...and he never liked it when it was so clearly visible on Sita.

"Not as well as I wish I were," she said flatly. "I'm afraid things haven't been going quite as I've planned."

Mr. Popo straightened in his seat. "Do you mean with..."

"Yes, I dare say," Sita answered grimly. "The bonds that I put in place seem to be breaking."

"But...but how...could that be possible?"

"I have a couple of hunches," Sita began, leaning back in her seat. "But the one that seems to stick out the most clearly in my mind is due to the fact that they're... The second stronghold I put into place. You remember?"

Mr. Popo nodded. "Yes. I can certainly see why that would present a problem."

"I just...thought it would have been so obvious to him!" the kai growled, her eyes catching a small flicker of anger.

Her genie friend nodded kindly.

"Well, on to the real problem..."

Mr. Popo's complexion went slightly pale at hearing these words.

"You certainly know, after all the times I've asked you to secretly watch the reincarnations I've sent to this planet, that the power the soul possessed is passed down to the carrier."

"...Yes."

"Well, to make things worse, the carrier has much more fire in her than I planned-which goes back to my theory."

She paused for a moment, closing her eyes, then continued.

"If Cell is able to free himself, his added strength with Cyris's is going to take their power to an unfathomable level...far more powerful than I would have ever thought to be comprehensible."

Mr. Popo's eyes went wide, and a frightened look spread across his features.

Sita took in a long breath. "Out of the six barriers I originally put into place, only four of them still remain. Weakening by the minute, but they remain..."

"There has to be something we can do!" Mr. Popo jumped in, a squeak in his voice.

A tiny, though forced smirk appeared on Sita's lips. "I'm sorry to say, Mr. Popo, that there isn't a thing we can do. Cell is going to 'break out' no matter what we try."

Mr. Popo slumped back in his seat, with a look of complete shock and hopelessness. "This..just can't be, Sita...if he...he is able to reemerge...then we are all doomed..."

"I guess I now see what my brother feared-sending Cell back into the Mortal World, not to mention into its past, would yet again change the entire fate of this Earth."

Sita stood from the table, and glanced back at her frightened friend. "But do not give up all hope just yet, Mr. Popo," she reassured, smiling her mysterious smile. "Goku's coming home."

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~KASH