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Summary: After the battle with Cell, the Z-Fighters went back to their peaceful days. But nobody knows...that far off, one Cell Jr has survived. Struggling to heal after the beating he took, he wishes revenge on the half-Sayian that didn't spare an ounce of mercy. Summary sucks I know. DBZ (c) Akira Toryiama

{Prologue}

The pain set in exactly two seconds after the impact. Even though he had felt how the fist had broken through his skin, had dug a tunnel through muscles, had severed bone from bone and then, finally, had pierced a vital organ, the Cell Jr. had somehow hoped he would be spared.

For two seconds.

Two seconds of hovering in that borderland between triumph and despair.

Then the pain had brought him back to reality, and he had known, instantly, that he wasn't going to make it. And while immeasurable agony spread from a point just below his ribcage through his whole body, into shoulders, arms, hands, fingertips; hips, legs. toes; into his scalp, into the tips of his exoskeleton even, the Cell Jr. experienced a most peculiar sensation also: complete contentment.

A new feeling.

The ground below him was warm, and nearly soft. He felt grass beneath his fingertips, and a soft breeze on his face. The sky above him was blue, as blue as only the sky above the battlefield could be, blue as the skin of his brothers.

Blue as the eyes of the half-Sayian, the boy who severed his waist from his chest with a single blow. He had tried to run, of course. As of the rest of his siblings but the golden-haired warrior was quick and lethal.

"I told you I wouldn't forgive you!" The boy, Gohan, had said.

Blood poured from his lip, both from it's cut, and the remains of his body, like crimson drool down his bruised face. Weak moans accompanied the small bounces his head made in time with the kicks to his now broken chest. A shoe slammed down, snapping his right forearm loudly, forcing a splash of blood up his throat. The mangled scream somehow forced itself past the compression his lips. His one good eye opened as Gohan's pounding wore down leaving him a dominant shadow above the red soaked form, the emotionless expression on his face never wavering.

The half-Sayian rushes off to deal with the others. If only he had pounded down on the creature one more time. Just once more. That...was his only regret.

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Summary: After the battle with Cell, the Z-Fighters went back to their peaceful days. But nobody knows...that far off, one Cell Jr has survived. Struggling to heal after the beating he took, he wishes revenge on the half-Sayian that didn't spare an ounce of mercy. Summary sucks I know. DBZ (c) Akira Toryiama

{Prologue}

The pain set in exactly two seconds after the impact. Even though he had felt how the fist had broken through his skin, had dug a tunnel through muscles, had severed bone from bone and then, finally, had pierced a vital organ, the Cell Jr. had somehow hoped he would be spared.

For two seconds.

Two seconds of hovering in that borderland between triumph and despair.

Then the pain had brought him back to reality, and he had known, instantly, that he wasn't going to make it. And while immeasurable agony spread from a point just below his ribcage through his whole body, into shoulders, arms, hands, fingertips; hips, legs. toes; into his scalp, into the tips of his exoskeleton even, the Cell Jr. experienced a most peculiar sensation also: complete contentment.

A new feeling.

The ground below him was warm, and nearly soft. He felt grass beneath his fingertips, and a soft breeze on his face. The sky above him was blue, as blue as only the sky above the battlefield could be, blue as the skin of his brothers.

Blue as the eyes of the half-Sayian, the boy who severed his waist from his chest with a single blow. He had tried to run, of course. As of the rest of his siblings but the golden-haired warrior was quick and lethal.

"I told you I wouldn't forgive you!" The boy, Gohan, had said.

Blood poured from his lip, both from it's cut, and the remains of his body, like crimson drool down his bruised face. Weak moans accompanied the small bounces his head made in time with the kicks to his now broken chest. A shoe slammed down, snapping his right forearm loudly, forcing a splash of blood up his throat. The mangled scream somehow forced itself past the compression his lips. His one good eye opened as Gohan's pounding wore down leaving him a dominant shadow above the red soaked form, the emotionless expression on his face never wavering.

The half-Sayian rushes off to deal with the others. If only he had pounded down on the creature one more time. Just once more. That...was his only regret.