Disclaimer: Don't we all love extended vacations? I know I do. I think I've stated this far more than enough for you to digest into your tiny, miniscule little minds that I do not own most of this. So if you have an issue with this...go complain to a wall. They're very good listeners.



FINALLY. This is the last chapter to the first fic I ever started and the first one I've ever finished. Yay for me. I've come back from my long vacation...actually this is just a break in my vacation. But still. I'm here. You can always e-mail me; if you e-mail me, I can almost guarantee you I will respond. A policy of mine.
Anyway I've said this may have a sequel. It might, it might not. It's set up for one, for sure. But will it? Who knows.

In response to a review; Gohan and Vegeta did not change into their super saiyajin modes, for one; Gohan lost touch with his SSJ2 for a while. But most importantly, Gohan and Vegeta would be 'embarrassed' to have to resort to fighting Cell in SSJ mode while he was Imperfect. A matter of dignity. Didn't realize that 'till now myself.






In the Beginning

"Oh Dear..."
Creator continued to watch.

-_-_-_-_-

"Cell!!!"

Cell gazed down dubiously at the young boy before him. Gohan...that was his name.

"How..?!"

"You simply talk far too much."

Gohan reeled. His nose was bleeding; something had just hit him. And now he looked up and Cell was hovering over him...basking in new and fresh power. His power...even from the last time...had more than tripled. The saiyajin cells...and the near death...

It was too much for Gohan. He shaded his eyes, still lost.
How did Cell become perfect?!

The android looked distant more than menacing, until he took his eyes off his new, perfected, and well-missed hands. "Gohan."

Gohan stood, gathering his energy, preparing to go into his whole new level of power; preparing to go Super Saiyajin Level Two. "Shut up Cell!!"

"I've waited so long to kill you. And this time-"

Gohan yelled in rage as his hair shot upwards, bathing in a golden glow natural to that of a super saiyajin.

"-I'm not playing around."

-_-_-_-_-

"KID!"

Houyoku stared, and continued to stare, as the earth rocked underneath her. She felt someone grab her arm and they both tumbled onto the ground.

"Squee!"

Houyoku continued to stare, even from the dirt, as the bright lance of ki shot through the turmoiled sky. It was all she could see, from her position. And there was another bright flash, and all the world became bright.

Then darkness...

The child rubbed her eyes and sneezed as dirt welled and blew over them as a wind rushed by. She felt the woman from earlier throw herself over both her and Squeegle to shield them as rocks scrapped along the ground.

And still the earth shook.

-_-_-_-

"Sister."

Phaythe looked up at the screen before her.

Her brother's face looked back at her.

"It looks like you won."

"Neither of us won," Phaythe pleaded. She gingerly reached out to touch the screen.
"I was unbeatable." Creator looked sad.

"You never were...just lucky."

Creator almost smiled. "I'm not such a good Creator."
"You're not a Creator. You're Ironee."
"I wasn't good at being him, either."

"Why are you acting like this?!" Phaythe yelled, but she knew the answer.

"Because I lost."

Phaythe could see Creator get up from his chair. She saw him pace around his control room...the dark and deep control room that he had been for years upon years...by himself.

"I've lost before."

"You had nothing to lose."

Phaythe could see Creator stop by a wall and press a few buttons. She felt her heart stop and a lump well up in her throat, but she said nothing.
"Ironee..."

"..."

"...I missed you."

"..."

Creator sat back down.

"Have you come back to me?"

Phaythe could see the blackness seep through the walls. The cracks opened, then were slowly melted...melting into nothingness, when Creator had turned off the defense system.

The Nothingness.

"Yes."

The last Phaythe saw of Ironee was his face, looking back at her through the monitor. Then the darkness welling behind him...like a tide of black ink and shadow.

She smiled as ice cold tears ran down the sides of her face. "Will you wait for me...?"
Creator smiled, even as the Nothingness wound itself around his neck.

"On the other side."
Then the Nothingness over-ran him.

He ceased to exist.

-_-_-_-

8 Years Later

"Chan?"
Rina looked behind her and blinked, then smiled.
"You left your chemistry book." James set the thick book in the fire-red haired girl's hand and smiled nervously.
Rina fingered the book before looking up at the tall and handsome boy before nodding a silent "thank you".
"Anything else you need help with? We can study together again today if you'd like."
Rina's expression said; "I'd like that."
Then James leaned forward playfully and winked. "Squee?"
Rina erupted into giggles, putting a hand over her blushing face. How she remembered! She could remember James saying that when they were little, until he learned proper English. It had always made her laugh, the way he said it.
James, on the other hand, remembered nothing. He remembered nothing of being Squeegle, he did not remember Creator. He did not remember how he got to earth. All he could remember was always being with Rina.
The door suddenly opened and Bulma's face peeped around the corner. "Hey you two! No smooching outside!"

James and Rina blushed, quickly shifting away from each other.
"Come inside! Dinner's ready."
Hastily the two youths replied, entering into their adopted guardian's kitchen. Vegeta was lounging on the couch watching TV, with piles of food situated around him. Trunks was behind him, attempting to pinch off a piece.
SMACK.
"Ow!"

"Don't do that, boy."
"Vegeta, be nice!" Came Bulma's strict voice from the kitchen.
James edged to the table and sat, looking over to Rina and pulling a chair out for her. She smiled and sat down.
It was nice. Being with a family.
Something about that word...
Rina prodded the green vegetables in front of her that Bulma sat down. Goten and Gohan and the others would be coming over soon to play some outdoor games; James was quite good at soccer! Gohan was quite good too. Ever since he had been revived long ago, (Goku still did not want to come home) he had tried extra hard to make himself better in everything; always including academics, thanks to ChiChi.
Rina tilted her head and continued to prod at the greens.
-This color reminds me of someone.
And sometimes it reminds me of someone large...and mean.

And sometimes a woman.
...
I guess vegetables to more harm than good.-

Rina proceeded to clean her plate, but still, the voice was in the back of her head.
-Whoever the people are...

...

I'm still their friend.-

James looked over and smiled. He knew nothing of what was going on in Rina's mind.
All for the better.

Bulma looked from across the table at Rina and James and picked at her own food.
She was transported back to eight years ago.

-_-_-_-

"GOHAN!"

Bulma sobbed and ran, having left Houyoku and Squeegle behind. The ground was sweltering hot from the explosion of ki. Dust was rising into the hair. The sun scorched down on the now barren land.

"GOHAN!!"

Bulma fell beside the boy and cradled him. He was a young man.
She gingerly touched the wound on his chest. Placed, with perfect precision, right over his heart.

There was no blood. The heat was so great, and so fast, none spilled.

Gohan was limp. Lifeless.

He was dead, and Bulma knew that. She knew the wrath of Cell had become so great for so long, he had broken. There were no Games this time.

She still sobbed and sniffled horridly, holding her running nose. She could see Vegeta, distraught and halfway unconscious a few feet away. He had been partially buried by rocks, but he was alive. He'd be fine in a few minutes. Bulma knew that too.
Bulma heard a small tap as the sound of feet landed behind her. She sniffled louder and didn't turn around.
"You going to kill me too??" she finally asked.

"Don't let life get to your head. I'm going to tell you what to do."
"You monster.."
"Be quiet."

"..." Cell's voice made Bulma's blood freeze.

There was the sound of Cell's footsteps brushing past Bulma.

The light tap as he walked back.

"You'll no doubt summon the dragon."

Bulma's heart lifted slightly. The dragon!

"..Why do you ask?"

"That's a stupid question. I know you will."

"...Selfish bast-"

"I have a demand."

"..."

"Wish for Foreign to be reincarnated. Or, reinstated in another form."

"What?" Bulma looked up and saw Cell holding the battered and almost unrecognizable body of a woman. "Why?! So she can fight us-"

"Without memory, if it suits you."

"..."

"I'll leave you to your woe."

Suddenly a black raven flew from nowhere and landed on Cell's shoulder. He didn't flinch.

"You'll be joining me," Cell scoffed.

"You can't kill me," the Raven replied. Bulma's mouth hung open slightly at the talking creature. "My time...is not yet. I can explore with this form."

"..." Cell deposited the woman on the ground and turned, his back facing Bulma.

"I'm done here." With a light wind Cell levitated a few inches off the ground. Before Bulma could wonder why, wonder why on so many reasons, he was gone.

Undoubtedly he left to discover other planets and conquer other people. To extend his power and dominate. Or maybe, just to explore. Maybe he died.

But Bulma could almost hear him murmur, right before he disappeared; "She owes me a re-match. She'd better be stronger..."

-_-_-_-

Rina stared down at the boy in front of her. James stood beside Rina and waggled a finger at the boy. "Candy bars cost so much, you know. You owe us money."

"Do not!" the teenager retorted. "You can't count!"

"Rina is a great counter!"

Eventually the boy gave up and handed over the cash before fleeing with his candy bar in a fit of bitterness.

James sighed and rubbed the back of his head. And he had thought working at a refuel station would be easy money for their young careers.

Rina watched the people as they came and entered, adjusting her employee hat. A group of bikers wandered in, they were regulars who came every week. Some others came after them.

Then a woman entered, different from the rest. She was in her twenties. She wore simple, tattered bluejeans and a white tanktop with a dusty leather jacket. Her hair was pulled back. She had a backpack slung across one shoulder.

"Soda," she stated. Her voice was low.

Rina froze momentarily, blinking slowly.

The woman blinked back.

"What is it?" the woman asked, slightly annoyed, after a moment.

"Ah!" James appeared by Rina. "Sorry about that. What did you want again?" He nudged Rina in the side with an elbow.

Rina snapped out of her trance and, blushing, began to clean out the cash register. She mouthed a few words over to James.

As the woman was on her way out, soda in hand, James called over to her as the door swung close.

"She thought she knew you!"

The woman paused.

Then, continued to walk, as the sun reflected off her golden blue and green eyes.