Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Thorns Of The Rose ❯ Confide In Me ( Chapter 7 )

~*Thorns Of The Rose*~

By Shasta

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Disclaimer: Hey you! Yeah you! Who do you think I'm talking to? The mouse?!! I don't own Dragonball Z. If I did, then Cell sure as hell would'nt have died!!

(Cell is sitting in a large chair behind a desk, his feet propped up on it, drinking from a bottle of Pepsi Twist)

Cell: Since the woman is temperarily…unavailable…

(Scene switches to that of Shasta locked in a padded room, bawling and screaming things about wanting to kiss a grasshopper)

Cell: *continued*…I will be doing the Author's Ramblings. Let's see…. Hmm..this is the 7th chapter of this fic, is it not? *pulls out a copy of the script and thumbs through it, looking thoughtful* Aaah..okay….huh? *reads* What?! Shasta breaks out?!

CRASH!!

(Shasta runs through the fic, chased by 3 guys in white lab coats)

Shasta: YOU NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!! I AM THE FANGIRL!! FEEEEEE-----AAAAR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! *runs offscreen, screaming incoharently, chased by the men in the labcoats*

Cell: O_o Eeeeeer….. yes…. Read on whilst we restrain the crazy onna… *gets up from his seat and runs in the general direction of the lunitic asylum*

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Chapter 7: Confide In Me

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Cell sat at the edge of the lake, staring out across the water to the mountains on the other side, the moon half obscrued. He felt uneasy and confused as his mind dwelled on the events of the hours gone by. A hand reached up to touch his lips, remembing the soft, velvety feeling of Sarah's lips on his own. A tint of pink flashed up on his face as he remembered what had happened. She had literally threw herself into his arms, her crys of a scared and vulnerable nature. He closed his eyes, finding himself in the same situation as before, only this time it was different.

He was'nt blushing this time around and instead of going limp at Sarah's touch, he moved his arms to snake around her waist, pulling her close as he rubbed his hands down her back, whispering soothing words into her ear as she cried into his shoulder.

The tears were so real Cell could practically feel them on his skin…. He could almost hear the heartbroken sobs…

Wait…

He sat up, jolted from his thoughts by the sound of someone crying. It was most certainly not his imagination playing games, but the geniune, heartbroken sobs of a young woman. It did'nt take Cell long to trace the voice to it's own. He came to a clearing in the middle of the forrest, the crying slowly dying down a whimper as he drew closer. Pushing back some of the tall, dark grass, he saw Sarah curled up in a ball, lying on a flat rock, her body shaking as she tried to cry but could no longer.

He felt his brow furrow as he watched her, looking so helpless and weak in her current state. Cell debated on wheither or not to go and comfort her, a part of him wanting to sooth her as best as he could whilst another told him to get real and stop acting like a weakling. He ignored the latter, taking a few timid steps forward. Sarah looked up at the sound of his footstep, her body becoming tense and uneasy.

She was still shaking but forced a smile as Cell stepped out of the tall grass. She curled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and motioning for him to sit down beside her. He hesitated slightly, but quickly shook off his timidness and sat down beside her.

He was quite shocked to find her arms around him as she rested her head in his shoulder, her eyes closed tight and looking as if she might cry. Unsure of what to do, he nervously rubbed her back, feeling somewhat sheepish all the while.

"Ummm….wh…what are you doing out here, woman?" he asked her, failing to hid the nervousness in his voice. The raven haired girl sniffled and looked at him, her eyes wet and puffy from crying. She forced a pained smile, but Cell knew she was kidding herself. Something was deffinatly wrong. He could see it in her eyes.

She let out a sigh and nuzzled closer to him, closing her eyes again. "I needed to get away from the city……too many bad memories…"she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She turned away from his gaze, searching deep inside herself to find the courage to tell him about her past…

Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly, turning to face him, her face looking dead and lifeless, but her eyes alight, full of pain and anguish locked up inside for so many years..untill now..

"Cell…I don't know why I'm telling you this, but I guess it's because you're the only one I truly trust…"

It was a cold, winter's day in Hope City, 11 years ago. Snow fell steadily from the dull grey sky, covering the grass outside in a layer of angelic white. Most of the children were outside, making snow angels or raging a miniture war with snowballs…except for one.

A young girl, no older than 5 years of age, sat in the corridor leading off from the dormitorys, her short wavy black hair hanging in her face, which was as white as the snow outside. Her eyes, emerald green in colour, would occasionally glance down the opposite ends of the corridor, as if waiting for someone to come to her…

She watched as the snow fell from the heavens through the window before her. This was to be her last day in the orphanage…her last day without a loving family…today was the day when she would finally be adopted…

She turned to the sound of footsteps, boots and high heels clicking softly on the marble floor. A tall, elderly woman with her hair in an elegent bun atop her head, grabbed her firmly by the arm, hawling the young girl upright. She turned to glance at the person behind her, a tall, scraggy man with long brown hair hanging in his face. His dark grey eyes glinted evilly from under floppy bangs, fixated souly on the child before him.

A wave of intense fear crept up the young girl's back at the meer sight of this man. Something told her he was evil…and he looked it…

"You never told me her name, Agnes.." the man croacked, his voice low and scratchy, sounding like nails on slate.

The elderly woman snorted and roughly pushed the girl towards the man, almost making her trip over her bare feet. "'Names Sarah Margera. She's been here her whole life. A troublemaker, this one, Mr.Anderson. If you're looking for a more well behaved daughter…"

The man raised a hand to silence her. "She is perfect, Agnes…" he turned to Sarah, an evil glint in his eyes. "…I have a feeling we're gonna have a LOT of fun together…"

SEVERAL MONTHS LATER…

<He's drunk again…oh Kami…dear, sweet, merciful Kami…take pity upon me and save me from this torture…> Sarah thought, trying to drown out the sounds of plates smashing downstairs, the string of curses from her foster 'father's lips reaching her sensitive ears. She let out a whimper and covered her ears with her hands, trying to block out the screams of Dru, her 'mother', who was suffering at the hands of that drunken monster…

Sarah wished she could help Dru, but to venture from her bedroom after lights-out ment a good, harsh beating. She mentally shuddered. Wheither she got out of bed or not, she was still in danger. Every night since she first arrived at her new home, Mr.Anderson, or Jason as Dru called him, would come home drunk off his head and scream at his wife for most of the night, often beating her into unconciousness before proceeding to do the same with herself.

It was only a matter of time…

All too soon, the screaming had died down to nothing and the noise ceased. This was it, Sarah thought…the calm before the storm…sure enough, the sound of footsteps sounded on the stairs…The door flew open with a bang and there stood Jason, a broken whisky bottle in his hand, a maniacal glint in his eyes…

Sarah's eyes widdened with fear…Instinctively, she backed away. BIG mistake. Jason's free hand flipped her on her stomach and held her down, rendering her helpless. He wrenched off her grubby blue shirt, revealing the snow-coloured skin beneath. Taking the broken bottle, he slashed wildly at her back, relishing the screams of pain sounding from her lips.

After hours of the torture, mentally screaming to Kami to kill her now, Jason finally had enough. He moved one hand-soaked with her blood, to his lips and licked the dark blue liquid with relish.

"You taste deliscious…"he slurred, stagging backwards out of the room, leaving Sarah lying on her bed, blood pouring from her back, her anguished sobs echoing in the night…

Cell stared in shock at Sarah's story, his mouth hanging open slightly. He could'nt believe what he just heard. How could anyone be so cruel to someone so young and innocent. He watched in horror as Sarah turned her back to him, slowly lifting up her top to reveal a mass of ugly red scars crisscrossing along her back. Not one patch of skin was without a scar as the scars varied in length and size, standing out clearly against her pale skin.

Cell slowly reached out a hand to trace along her spine, a long red scar running down the full length of her back. He felt her shiver slighty at his touch and she quickly pulled down her top, turning to face him.

"You cannot even imaine the kind of abuse I've had to suffer…if you thought those scars were bad, they are nothing compared to the scars on my soul…"she whispered, her eyes turning watery again. Seeing as it was the only logical thing to do, Cell wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his chest. He stroked her hair and cradled her gently as she cried softly into his shoulder. It was then that the android experianced what it was like to care for someone other than himself…

Slowly, he took her chin in his thumb and index finger, tilting her head towards him. "Sssh….you don't have to suffer any more…" he whispered, planting a soft, slow kiss on her lips….

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END CHAPTER 7

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(Shasta, holding a bloody machete, grins evilly and waves to the camera)

Shasta: Mwahahahahaha! Things are getting hot under the collor!! Stay tuned for more action only on 'Thorns Of The Rose'. *wields her machete and runs after the evil lawyers and flammer-type people*

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