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Convalescence
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Every moment Cell spent in this strange dimension, the more he was convinced that his reduction in strength wasn’t just due to the absence of the androids in his core. He flew slower than before, slow even for his imperfect form, as if a weight was tied to his limbs. Cell tried to put it out of his mind but every second soaring over the white plains only reinforced it. He wondered if this is what other inferior creatures felt like, as if he had been lowered to a human.
 
Cell arrived at a bluish-white portal, swirling within an archway of smoothed, crafted stone. His three-toed feet touched down before it, the light spilling over his green body. He ran his fingers over the archway. No ki seemed to radiate from the structure, but there were no devices or people funnelling power into the twisting colours to keep it stable.
 
Admittedly, Cell had only heard about rips through space-time. He, nor any of his genetic donors, had ever passed through one. Trunks’ time machine had brought him into a whole new timeline, though it was not by creating an entry way that one could walk through like a door. As far as he had been taught, Dr. Gero hadn’t been capable of such feats either.
 
Cell opened a palm and fed his energy outwards, passing it invisibly through his skin. A spark of yellow ki shuddered and expanded into a ball, the warmth pressing against his hand. He pointed it at the portal. Cell thought he understood what would happen, but just in case this was some sort of trap, he decided to launch some of his energy through first to see the result.
 
The orb of energy blasted from his palm like a bullet and vanished through the portal without incident. Now that he stopped and thought about it, the bio-android wasn’t certain he knew what he was expecting. If it was some torture device, he thought something would react with matter passing through it but he hadn’t a formed concept of what that would be.
 
Seems safe enough. Cell strode up to the kaleidoscope of colour and thrust his hand in. Nothing tore his limb off. In fact, his hand felt the warmth of sunlight dancing on his skin. Whatever was on the other side of the portal was less bland, in any case.
 
Cell walked through the dimensional gateway. A corkscrew tunnel of light deposited him into an entirely new world where the only white was the wispy brushstrokes of cloud in the blue sky. A pristine grassy plain rolled out before him. Forest dotted the empty verdant space in the distance. A cobblestone path from the portal wound its way around a rise in the ground and out of sight.
 
“So … where the hell am I?” Cell said to himself.
 
He tried reaching out with his ki sense, trying to psychically identify the presence of any living creature nearby, but this once intuitive instinct no longer functioned. Concentrating, Cell cast his mental net out again but found nothing. Either these untouched grasslands were devoid of all life, not just sapient life, or his ki sense had been tampered with in a similar way to his strength. Cell was willing to bet it was the latter.
 
Cell tightened his jaw. Who was punishing him like this? It was bad enough that he tasted true perfection and had it ripped away, but even his imperfect body had been hindered by some malcontent’s tinkering.
 
He moved to the springy grass and fell onto his backside. The flight through the white void had been surprisingly tiring; where once he could stay buoyant in the air indefinitely without even thinking about it, soaring through that dimension for a few hours had taxed him greatly. He needed to feast. His tail twitched at the thought. Standing up, Cell moved back to the trail and headed down, hoping he would run into something worth devouring.
 
He despised the walking but it was his only choice for now. Eventually he ran into a man wearing an armoured suit, a sword swinging at his hip and a shield slung on his back. The visor on his helmet was down, but the twitch of his head let Cell know that he had been spotted.
 
“Impressive outfit,” Cell said as the two met on the path. “You must really enjoy your medieval fairs to go to such lengths.”
 
“I don’t know what you speak of,” the human said, his voice tinny from the echoes of his helmet. “I am equipped to go into battle, not to a festival.”
 
“Commendable commitment to the part,” Cell said. “I wonder if that affects your flavour at all?”
 
“You intend to eat me?”
 
“Of course!” Cell said, affronted. The sharp tip of his tail peeked over the top of his shoulder. “What else would I mean by ‘flavour’? I’m not some kind of sick freak.”
 
The knight drew his sword with a grating sound and grasped his shield from his back. “I do my best not to judge the inhabitants of Camelot on their appearances. After all, many non-humans are not evil. I gave you the benefit of the doubt but it seems I was wrong to do so.”
 
“Oh, very wrong,” Cell rasped, stepping forward. “But you made two mistakes.”
 
The knight bit at the pause. “And the other?”
 
“You didn’t run.”
 
Cell’s tail struck out like a coiled snake. The knight moved slowly, raising his shield, but the clumsy movement was enough. The needle-tip of Cell’s tail clipped the shield and ricocheted away, rending a splintered gash in the wood.
 
“What?” Cell said. “How did you block that? It’s only a piece of shaped wood! It should have been obliterated!”
 
“You think you possess enough power to strike through my defenses in one hit? Heh! You are vastly underestimating your opponent, monster!”
 
Or vastly overestimating the strength left behind to me, Cell thought.
 
“Enough of your prattling!” Cell yelled, spittle flying from his beak. “You will become one with perfection!”
 
The bio-android leapt forward. The knight hefted his sword and swung, but Cell still had the speed advantage over the metal and weaponry that weighed his opponent down. Cell ducked under the blade and his tail sprang for the human’s neck. The tip clanged against the helmet, twisting it askew but otherwise bouncing off. Cell rolled away as the human stumbled backwards, repositioning the helmet.
 
“You will not penetrate my armour, fiend!” the knight said.
 
Cell opened a hand and leveled it at the human. A yellow light burst to life in his palm. “I’m going to consume you, one way or another.”
 
The ki blast screamed towards the knight. He lifted his shield as the energy ball crashed into him. An explosion of light and smoke shook the ground.
 
The bio-android approached the curtain of smoke, ready to drink the knight who must certainly be prone on the ground. The human, instead, burst out of the camouflage, roaring with his weapon wielded above his head. Cell’s cat eyes widened as the blade slashed down his chest, spraying his purple blood over the cobblestone.
 
The bio-android staggered back, his hands clutching the oozing wound down his front. Pain flooded his mind but it swiftly drowned beneath his disbelief. How could a human sporting a sword even manage to make him hurt, let alone open his flesh? How could a weapon be sharp enough in the guidance of someone who didn’t utilise ki? What the hell was happening to him?!
 
“I-impossible…” Cell stammered as blood trickled down his chest in rivulets, staining his green skin purple. “How could you do this to me!?”
 
“Evil always underestimates good,” the knight said pompously, his sword streaked with violet blood. “You never think you could lose, and then you do.”
 
“All I wanted was a meal!” Cell growled. “Is that so much to ask?”
 
“If you surrender now, I will make your death quick and painless,” the knight said, pointing the tip of his sword at Cell.
 
“Hey! That’s my line!” Cell said.
 
He couldn’t fight on like this. For whatever reason, Piccolo’s cells weren’t activating; the wound should have completely closed off by now, but nothing had happened at all. Blood still leaked out of the purple stripe over his chest. He had to regroup. He had to understand what was going on or he would die.
 
“So, what do you choose, beast?”
 
Cell shook his head. “No one picks to surrender to their own death, you fool! You use that line to gloat, not to offer mercy! You do-gooders can’t even do victory right!”
 
“Painful death it is, then,” the knight said, advancing on Cell.
 
“Enough! We will settle this another time, human,” the bio-android spat, firing a blast of ki into the ground. The explosion kicked up a cloud of dust and smoke, and Cell took the diversion. His golden aura burned around his body and he darted into the sky. He gave the knight one last glance and headed towards the closest cover he could see - a small patch of forest.
 
Cell dropped into the canopy, dislodging leaves that fluttered all around him, and collapsed in the rough cradle of branches high above the ground, hoping he wouldn’t bleed to death.
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Droplets of purple blood congealed on the underside of the branches, fattening until they couldn’t cling to the bark any longer and freefell to the forest floor far below. Cell watched with heavy eyelids, each globule plummeting into obscurity as the mottled shade of the trees swayed over the leaf strewn loam. His tail sagged, dangling in the breeze like a listless vine.
 
He dabbed at his chest with his fingers and brought the tips to his eyes. His thumb polished the light purple discharge from them. Cell forced his limp body up and sat on the branch, his legs swinging over the edge, and thumped his chin into his chest. The crusted wound had thinned, almost to the point of closing up altogether. He brushed his palm over the dried, flaky residue that coated his abdomen and shed it free like spores.
 
The breeze, smooth and cool, slipped over his shoulders like a jacket. Cell blinked, finding a surge of energy rising in his mind and spilling through his body. He pushed himself off the branch and plunged, adeptly bouncing off others as he descended, until he landed with the crunching of leaves beneath his feet.
 
Rising from a crouch, Cell moved his eyes from one hand to the other, flexing his fingers. I feel … restored. Have Piccolo’s cells finally awoken? No, the wound would be completely healed if that was true.
 
The bio-android stared at the scenery around him. Tightly packed trees huddled together, their adjoining leaves and branches meshing to create an emerald roof above his head that rocked gently in the wind. His feet stirred the thin layer of leaves that had floated to the ground, revealing a winding dirt track that weaved through the trees.
 
This could be a good place to rest. Until Cell understood what was going on and he had his strength back, he needed somewhere where he could hide. The tall trees and his emerald skin meant he could blend in with his surroundings easily … unless this realm had scouters, or the inhabitants knew how to sense ki.
 
Cell shot up through the trees and burst out of the leafy canopy, scanning the horizon. Green greeted his eyes wherever he looked. Mountains hugged the horizon, faded blue in the distance, while a monstrous castle jutted out of the earth far away from him. The roads within his sight were either empty of travelers or sparsely filled. If he squinted, Cell could make out thin curls of smoke snaking towards the sky. They weren’t thick enough to be a forest fire – maybe a simple fireplace?
 
Had Cell gone backwards through time again? Nothing looked modern; much of the landscape reminded him of feudal human society. That would explain the knight who was taking his duties so seriously.
 
“There!”
 
A human voice echoed over the landscape, redirecting Cell’s gaze. A knight in the distance pointed at the floating bio-android and a gang of two other humans snapped their heads in the same direction. Cell strained his sight and realized the knight leading the group was the same one that almost ended him a few hours ago.
 
Cell dipped back into the leafy branches and from their view. Boots trampled the road that led to the forest, each footfall growing louder as Cell weaved through the trees.
 
He weighed up his options as the humans entered the forest, their feet crumpling the dry leaves along the beaten path. If one human in a suit of armour was enough to almost fatally wound him, how would he be able to kill a whole vengeful squadron of them? But he was Cell! If he ran, he had to have a plan in place. He couldn’t stand being so weak. If he did not stand and fight, his next move had to lead to him growing more powerful.
 
“Monster!” the knight yelled, swiveling around to address the trees around him. “I assumed you would die from your injury, but I gathered a party together to ensure your demise. When we found no corpse, I believed you may have eluded death. And I was right to be thorough. We will not abide the presence of a murderous bug-man in Camelot! Fall from the trees, surrender to us, and we will endeavour to make your death painless. If you make this difficult for us, we will make your end torturous.”
 
Cell’s fingers squeezed the branches he clung to. Where did a medieval human get off talking to the perfect being like that?
 
Yet it occurred to him that the knight spun and craned his neck upwards to scour the boughs of the trees because he didn’t know where the bio-android was. The thick branches and generous foliage along with Cell’s natural shade of green disguised his presence excellently, and since the humans had not located him yet, it made sense to presume they couldn’t detect his ki.
 
A devious grin crawled onto Cell’s face.
 
He clambered through the branches like a cat, stalking his prey silently, staring down on them. They walked back-to-back, perhaps afraid of the inevitable ambush that Cell was planning. A tree up ahead bore a wedge removed near its base as if a lumberjack had given up halfway through his job.
 
Cell conjured a ball of ki in his hand and flung it at the ground. The explosion kicked up a cloud of dirt and burning leaves. The humans fell or shouted at the surprise boom, and Cell pounced from the branches. He landed on one human’s back, slamming them to the ground, and wrapped his tail around their body. Flying, Cell vanished into the heights of the trees once more as a hail of arrows thudded into the trunk.
 
Cell unwrapped his meal and slapped his palm over the human’s mouth. “No screaming now. We wouldn’t want to give away my position.”
 
The barb of the bio-android’s tail stabbed the human’s neck. He struggled and moaned but it was for nothing. Slowly his body siphoned through his skin and up Cell’s tail. As his muscles were liquefied and consumed, the skin deflated and clung to the bones like wet newspaper. In time, the bones turned to paste and were sucked up through the tail, as was the ghastly skin, looking like a disgusting human body suit. Once the bio-android had finished feeding, all that was left were the clothes of his victim.
 
Cell threw them to the ground, further terrifying his prey.
 
“W-what did he do to Lance?!” the other human quavered.
 
“Steady,” the knight said, drawing his sword and shield. “The beast is trying to make us uneasy. Do not give it the satisfaction.”
 
Cell breathed out as the human’s nutrients thrummed within his body. Instantly he felt revitalised. The energy he bled out had been restored.
 
I wonder how I would feel if I absorbed all of them …
 
As they approached the chopped tree, Cell scampered down its length and pushed against it. A loud crack signaled the loss of the tree’s integrity and over it went.
 
“Look out!” the knight said.
 
The two humans dived either side of the collapsing log. Cell bounded onto the unarmoured human and absconded with him back into the trees. More screaming and slurping shivered through the forest as Cell consumed his next meal, tossing the empty garments to the earth like his last. Again, he felt a surge of strength spawning in his muscles.
 
“Come out and fight me like a man!” the knight said.
 
Cell crept through the foliage, grinning at the human’s agitation. How could he forget his love for stealthily tracking a target before pouncing and devouring them? When he drained the lives of so many previously, he was doing so to match Piccolo while he himself was being hunted. The situation was more dire and stressful, but there was no doubt that Cell took great enjoyment in it. This time, however, he was in complete control.
 
The bio-android plummeted from the trees and bent his legs on impact. The knight stumbled back, raising his shield and sword.
 
“Why would I do that?” Cell said, straightening. “I’m not a man.”
 
“You killed them!” the knight said, pointing the tip of his blade at Cell.
 
“Yes, but now they’re part of something greater than themselves. And soon you will be too.”
 
“Not if I kill you first!”
 
The cells of the great warriors of his dimension that he was comprised of read the movements. The charge was rushed and fueled by emotion, as was the battle cry that flew from his gaping mouth. The sword rose above the knight’s shoulder at an angle, indicating he was planning to slice diagonally, and probably quite sloppily. In his haste or rage to attack, he threw his left arm to the side, the shield no longer protecting his torso.
 
Child’s play.
 
The sword cleaved through the air at an angle. Cell hopped out of the way. The momentum of the miss carried the knight forward a few haphazard steps. Cell’s tail cracked like a whip against the knight’s hand, dislodging the sword from his fingers. It spun past the bio-android and clanged against a tree behind him.
 
The writhing appendage snapped back and lurched, tightening around the knight’s neck and lifting him from the leaf strewn earth. The human hurled the shield away and scratched at the green coil restricting his airway.
 
“It seems I got to you, human,” Cell said, smiling. “You weren’t nearly this unfocused when you carved a nice, bleeding line across my chest.”
 
“Mmpfh!”
 
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you,” Cell lied. “We’re going to have a little chat first.”
 
Cell tossed the armoured knight against a tree trunk, sending a shiver up the bark and sending a cascade of leaves around the human.
 
“You’re going to talk. And if I don’t like what you have to say … you can be one with perfection as well.”
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Cell stabbed the knight’s sword into the dirt before him, tearing the carpet of leaves at his feet, and pressed his palms onto the pommel. “This thing is so typical of your species. Unable to fight powerful creatures with your meagre limbs, you resort to digging ore out of the ground, melting it and sharpening it until it can slash through skin and bone. But what use is it when your enemy is wielding it? In fact, it becomes a hazard. A weakness. And what happens when you encounter creatures like me, who use tactics that mean you can’t even reach me with the pointy end of your weapon?”
 
The knight stared at Cell, his frown dragging his brow over the tops of his eyes. The helmet had been disposed of some time ago in case the human decided to confront the bio-android; in such an event, Cell had plenty of access to his neck. Cell hadn’t demanded any answers yet from the human, once he had extracted from him that no other search parties would be on the lookout for the bio-android or the knight.
 
Instead Cell had waxed philosophical to the human while he sat impatiently against the thick tree trunk, knowing he was in full control of the situation, something he hadn’t felt since he returned from death and killed Trunks.
 
The human kept his daggered-eye stare on Cell, only occasionally blinking when the wind rushed strongly over his face. Whether he listened or not, he seemed determined to prove he didn’t approve of the situation.
 
Cell hurled the sword over his shoulder and spinning into the distance. It clanked several times as it bounced off trees in the shaded unknown.
 
“Well, enough chit-chat,” Cell said, squatting on his haunches and meeting the human’s eyeline. He arched his tail behind him, the barb pointed threateningly at the knight like a cobra rearing to strike. “At least from me. Let’s learn all about you.”
 
The human glared unflinchingly. “Threaten me all you want. I won’t say a word. Just kill me already. I will be at peace and with my friends in the next world.”
 
“Now now, let’s not be too hasty,” Cell cooed, rocking his tail back and forth. “If you keep being stubborn, I’ll just drink your brain and learn everything I want. And then, with your knowledge, I’ll find your village and drink your entire family.” It was a bold faced lie but the knight had no idea what Cell was capable of. If he wasn’t afraid of death, and Cell had no reason to think otherwise, the next best threat was to aim at the loved ones. Probably some genetic malice from Frieza and his father.
 
The knight held his baleful stare, but Cell could see the streaks of sweat that cascaded down his temples and cheek bones, and the clenched fists that shook at his sides.
 
“And what will stop you from doing it anyway?” the knight said. “What reassurances are there that you won’t steal my thoughts even if I tell you?”
 
“Because I’d really rather not,” Cell said. “Trust me. Brains aren’t very tasty, but if it gets the job done, I won’t baulk from it. It’s up to you, little human.”
 
The human’s hard stare finally broke, and his eyes fell in his lap. Cell could see the defeat written all over his face. “Then ask me your questions.”
 
“Good. Nice to have some co-operation for a change.” Cell stood up and looked around the forest. “Where am I?”
 
“This is Camelot,” the human said after a quiet moment of scrutinising the bio-android. “Founded by King Aragorn. A place where we can be safe from the Empire.”
 
“I see,” Cell said, though none of what he said meant anything to him. “And what of this Empire? Do they have technology that didn’t involve a smith and a hammer?”
 
“Well ... yes,” the human said. “The Empire use gadgets and wizardry beyond my ken. It looks like some form of magic, yet none of those who use their relics seem like practitioners of spells. Not that I’ve had much to do with them. Few of those who live in Camelot do.”
 
Cell frowned. “What sort of gadgets?”
 
“Giant flying machines wrought of steel or iron. Some form of crossbow, but sleeker, and it shoots red projectiles instead of bolts. Armour that does not look like the domain of a knight. Strange and perplexing items that almost seem like something familiar, but are odd enough to be something completely different.”
 
A rudimentary description, but it sounded like the knight was describing an advanced civilisation, or at least one beyond the swords and shields of this realm. Perhaps Cell could learn more there.
 
“Which way is it?”
 
“You’re leaving?”
 
“I’m asking the questions,” Cell hissed. “Now answer the one I just asked you.”
 
“Go back to the Nexus, the world of white. Look for the portal within the arch of smooth steel. You will find the Empire there.”
 
“There are more portals?” Cell asked. Then quietly to himself, “how big is this place?”
 
“Yes,” the knight said, having overheard him. “The Omniverse is large. There are many different realms. Camelot and Coruscant, the Empire’s home, are just two.”
 
Cell stored those phrases away in his head. He had a feeling they would come up again.
 
“One more question,” Cell said. “Where are Androids 17 and 18?”
 
The knight shrugged. “I do not know who you speak of, nor what an android is.”
 
“Could they be in this Coruscant?”
 
“They could be. I do not know if they are even in the Omniverse. Who turns up here is mysterious and left to the will of Omni.”
 
“Well, you’ve been a big help to me, human,” Cell said. “Except for your babbling about some god. In any case, I will uphold my bargain to you.”
 
The knight stood up. “You’ll let me go?”
 
Cell’s barbed tail sank into the tender flesh of the knight’s neck. “No, I didn’t promise that at all. I said I would spare your family, and I will remain true to my word.” Never mind that I don’t even know where your family is, nor care to hunt them down specifically. “As you can see, I’m plainly not drinking your brain. Just everything else.”
 
“But ... but ...” the human sputtered, sliding back to the forest floor.
 
“Ssshhh...” Cell hissed, smirking as the knight’s head rolled to the side, his mouth hanging open, his skin deflating over his bones. “You did well. Now realise the true culmination of your life was to strengthen me, and become one with perfection.”


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