Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ That'll Do, Son. ❯ Ow... ( Chapter 6 )

AN: *sigh*... Hehe, here's chapter 6.. (we have a 4-day weekend, so I'm gonna take it for all it's worth...^^)

Chapter of the 6 - Feel the pain...

The next morning, Goku was awakened by a horrific screaming outside. He rubbed his forehead and eyes and sat up, groaning. The night before came back in a flash as pain jolted up his spine. It wasn't a piercing pain, no. Rather, it was the kind of throbbing pain that a small child would complain about to get out of school. Goku lay back down with a louder groan, one hand cupping his butt while the other was still occupied on his forehead. "What the hell did he DO to me...?"

The screaming outside halted and was followed by a heavy thud, grunting, and the sound of clashing kis. Goku rolled onto his stomach, finally realizing that he was still very nude. `How am I going to get anywhere? I don't have any clothes, and I can't even sit up...' He buried his face into his pillow, wrinkling his nose and wondering what he did to deserve all this pain. Turning his head slightly, he opened one eye and gave the room a once-over, looking for anything that could cover him up half-decently.

A battle suit lay there on a stool, neatly folded. It consisted of a thick, black spandex body suit, boots, a chest-guard that also seemed black, but glinted crimson every once in a while, and very long gloves with the fingers missing. Goku blinked his open eye and extended an arm to grab the body suit. He slipped it on under the covers with more than a little difficulty, following suit with the chest armor and boots.

It now felt odd laying in bed, since he was fully dressed - in saiyan armor, no less. Goku decided that he was going to try the sitting-up thing one more time. Gritting his teeth, he hauled his torso through the air and leaned forward, supporting most of his weight on his arms. It wasn't so bad now that he knew what was coming to him! He leaned forward and slipped the gloves on, making fists and adjusting them where it was needed. `Now...can I stand?'

He stood slowly and stretched with only minor pain.

The sparring match outside seemed to intensify, because Goku could hear more screams and stronger grunts. He wondered how the HELL they could be moving outside, but then realized that it could, in fact, be Sullion, Zorn, and/or Bardock. He stepped out the door in search of food.

What greeted him was...nothing. It was an empty kitchen, save for his brother and father playing a foreign gambling game at the table. His jaw dropped and his eyebrows shot up in disappointment. Where was the food? Radditz looked up and grinned. "Morning, sunshine. You slept damn near all day! Your breakfast was eaten for you, and lunch is in the refrigerator."

"mmph..." He walked slowly and gingerly to the refrigerator, opening the door and drooling at the sight of the highly-stocked fridge.

"You're going to have to heat it up with ki, though, we don't gas or electricity or anything like that, here."

"Then how do you keep the refrigerator cold?"

Radditz pointed to a box on the side. "It's full of ice."

"Oh..." He shifted the odd armor uncomfortably and grabbed some grub, sitting at the table to watch the game.

"Y'know, Kakarot, you look kinda weird not wearing that ugly orange thing." Radditz poked his brother in the shoulder. "It's almost like you're trying to pose as a saiyan, instead of just dressing like you're supposed to."

Bardock grinned. "Yeah. It's sexy, actually."

Goku swallowed and recalled the conversation last night, in which Radditz had mentioned that saiyans didn't really have a regard for incest.

"Um...thanks...I think..."

Bardock quirked a brow, and Radditz sighed. "They looked down upon parents and siblings having any type of relationship outside of blood-relative."

"Ahh..."

"Where are the others?"

"Outside, sparring. You can go watch, if you like. It's nothing different that what you and the prince probably go through, though."

Goku finished off most of the food and walked outside, eyeing up the two saiyans in the air.

"Hey, kid!"

The earth saiyan looked for the source of the voice, finally ending up looking at Zorn. He padded over, still waking strangely, and took a seat beside the commander.

"Feelin' okay?"

"Yeah... I can't walk or sit that great, but it's nothin' I haven't dealt with before." Goku scrunched his face up. `News travels fast...'

"But Radditz said-"

"Pain-wise."

"Oh." Zorn looked back to Sullion and Turlis. "You look good in that armor, by the way. Think you're feeling okay enough to try it out?"

It was then that Goku realized how much he could really use a spar. "Sure, I'll try."

"Right on. Alright, now, just `cause you've got a pain in the ass," he snickered at his corny pun, "doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you."

Goku grinned and flexed his muscles, already feeling the power flow through his veins. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

They shot through the air with a battle cry, stunning the other two opponents. Turlis grinned and shook his head, both at the fact that Goku could bounce back from last night that quickly, and the fact that the cold commander Zorn warmed up to Goku just as fast. A fist in his jaw told him to pay attention, though, and his own fight commenced once again.

Meanwhile, Goku was trying his best not to slip into Super Saiyan, so as not to hurt Zorn. He was so used to going straight into it from spars with Vegeta that it was almost distracting to keep a hold on his power. Zorn glared back at him and threw the first punch, which Goku saw from a million miles away and dodged with ease. He aimed for Zorn's lower gut, already bringing his right foot around for the next hit. As expected, the elite twisted and turned, escaping both strikes, and they fell back again.

"You're certainly no push-over," Zorn complimented, flying a slow circle around the lower-classed man, "but I've only just begun. Watch out, Kakarot!" With that, he put on a burst of speed and aimed his head straight into Goku's chest. Goku wheezed, not expecting such a crude attack from an `elite', but recovered quickly and brought a knee up into Zorn's stomach before making a giant fist with both hands and bringing it down into the small of Zorn's back.

His power soared again, and Goku clamped a hold on it while flying down to meet the other saiyan before he hit the ground. Goku grabbed him by the top and bottom of the back of his chest guard, spun once, and threw Zorn back into the air. The elite rolled into a ball, flipped a few times, and stopped himself. There was a slight trail of saliva-diluted blood coming from the corner of his mouth, which he wiped away on his hand and shook it off to his left. They both smirked.

"No, I'm not a push-over. But I certainly hope you don't turn out to be."

Zorn growled at the insult. "Don't get cocky, brat. You've still got a lot to learn."

"Do I? What could you possibly teach me except for dried-out military tactics?"

"You bastard! Just because you're the Legendary does NOT mean that you know everything! How dare you!"

"Come on, Zorn! Give me everything you've got! Don't hold back!"

Zorn flew at him with, in fact, everything he had. His fists glowed with power; his hair stood on end. Goku fell into a defensive stance, not really expecting anything out of the ordinary. Before Zorn could finish his charge, however, a sickeningly familiar voice rang out from the ground below.

"Still kicking, Goku? I would have thought that you'd of retired, by now! Ha ha!"

Goku froze, taking the punch that Zorn had aimed at his jaw full force. He flipped through the air backwards, stopped himself, and glared downwards. "What do you want, Cell?"

"Just to see an old comrade!"

"COMRADE!?"

"Oh, come now. Surely you remember helping me destroy that god's planet?"

"I DIDN'T HELP YOU DO A DAMNED THING, CELL! I WAS TRYING TO SAVE MY SON!"

"Mm, yes, Gohan... What an upstart brat." He sneered, and Goku growled menacingly. "If it weren't for some pre-pubescent malfunction, I would have crushed him like the little insect that he was."

Goku spat at him, the wad of phlegm smacking straight onto Cell's shiny purple head guard.

"You...you bastard..." Cell yelled mightily and powered up. "You'll pay for that!" He flew into the air. "Go ahead, Goku. Power up. I've gotten a lot stronger down here, and I want to show you that I'm the best!"

Goku curled his upper lip and prepared to burst into super saiyan. However, he remembered his new friends, who were flying in a cluster, gaping at Cell and him. Deciding to give them a good show and boast his power a bit, he started a growl.

It began deep in his belly, growing in volume and creeping up through his chest cavity. The ki sung through his blood and mind, creating a terrifying aura around his body that flashed and swirled with power. He threw his head back and clenched his fists, screaming all the way to the heavens and releasing the dam that held his terrible power at bay. He jumped straight to Super Saiyan 2, pushing the barrier to the third level. A deafening sonic boom raced through the air as he put his head down. Emerald eyes glinted dangerously.

Down at the house, Radditz and Bardock had witnessed the entire spectacle. Their jaws were hanging open ridiculously, all four eyes impossibly wide. It was the same for Turlis, Zorn, and Sullion. Goku smirked at Cell. "Let's end this quickly, Cell. I was having fun."

The android gaped, obviously having made the same generic mistake as every other villain and assuming that although HE had gotten stronger, Goku hadn't. Cell swore under his breath and grit his teeth. Damn it, he trained for the day he saw Goku again, and he wasn't going to waste it.

The fight begun.

Vegeta sighed, staring at the fume-filled room.

He was actually quite proud of the job that he did. It looked brand new! He still thought that the orange was irritating, but this home wasn't permanent, anyway.

Frowning, he stepped out of the room and walked down the hall to where Goku's precious 4-star ball was kept. Vegeta wondered if there had been anything like the dragonballs back on Vegetasei...though he doubted it. The nameks and saiyans had been sworn enemies for as long as he could remember, and he didn't know of any other race that created magical balls.

Taking the soft melon-colored ball into the palm of his hand, he mused. The prince could remember back to Namek, when he had been desperately seeking seven balls that were about five TIMES this size...the thought brought a grin to his face. Kakarot had been sexy back then, even, though a little scrawny. He replaced the ball and looked skywards, trying to ignore the several cracks running through the discolored roof.

"Kakarot...you bastard. You're finally out of my way, and I'm stuck doing chores."

Back in Hell, Goku had no real advantage over Cell, save for the fact that he still had another level up his sleeve. He silently thanked whoever was listening for his free time in heaven that allowed him to reach such a level. They had not been battling for long, and Goku wanted to keep it that way. Still, hearing the whoops and calls from his brethren was quite encouraging, and he wanted to milk the situation for all it was worth. He took a good swing, knocked the fillings loose in Cell's mouth, backed up and grinned.

"You're no stronger than the last I fought you, Cell! If anything, I'd say you've slacked off!"

Cell growled.

"Go away, Cell. Come back when you're worthy of my time."

"Since when did you get so cocky, Goku? Hanging out with Vegeta a little too much?"

Goku's heart throbbed. "No, Cell, just telling it like it is. Get out of here."

"Make me."

"Alrighty, then. I'm going to give you ONE more chance to go intact."

"You're a fool, Monkey."

"Maybe so. Here goes!" Goku pulled his hands back into a kamehameha position. Cell chuckled arrogantly and turned his back, letting his ego get the best of him again. The oddball saiyan wound the power into his hands, making sure that it was strong enough to sear away a limb or two. He growled and jutted the ki ball forward. "Kame hame HA!"

Cell chuckled again and turned around, putting his arms into a block. Goku smirked (Radditz thought he looked immensely like his father at that moment) and made some odd arm movements, keeping the ball from hitting Cell a few times. He brought it back finally, letting it get quite close to Cell before throwing his arms wide. The ball split in two.

Cell growled in frustration and glared at Goku. "Are you actually going to-"

The balls made impact, and Cell screamed.

When the smoke cleared, there was only a torso, two legs, and half an arm left. Sounds of disgust emanated from the ground, making Goku smile in understanding. They grew louder as Cell regenerated his assets. The bio-android was pissed, to say the least, and pointed a bony finger at Goku, saying nothing but, "Watch out, Son. I'll be back -you just wait."

With that, he turned tail and fled.