POV: Jamall
As our group approached Kame House, I felt a mix of excitement and nostalgia. This was the birthplace of legends! I could already sense the rest of the gang waiting outside, with two people inside—the recovering Goku and, I presumed, Chi-Chi tending to him.
When we landed, all eyes turned to me. No surprise there; I was basically a walking, talking legend from their future.
But then Bulma zoomed right past me, completely ignoring my imposing figure as she rushed toward Future Trunks, who was nursing some cuts and bruises. She was in full-on mom mode.
"Trunks! What happened to you? You're covered in cuts and bruises! What is Vegeta doing to let our son get hurt? We need some beans right now! And I need to find you some clothes—those are all destroyed!" She rambled on like a true hero's mother.
I stifled a laugh watching Trunks squirm under her gaze. Poor guy looked like he'd been hit by a truck. But Piccolo? He wasn't wasn't fazed.
"We don't have time for this. Let's go inside. We have another one of your sons coming from the future, and we need to ask him some questions."
"Another one? Where is he?" Bulma asked, still fixated on Trunks, but Piccolo just pointed at me. Bulma froze, her eyes going wide as saucers.
With a high-pitched scream, she darted behind Yamcha, who puffed out his chest like a chivalrous knight. As if I'd just reach out and obliterate him!
Yeah, right.
I casually remarked, "Oh, my mother said this was likely to happen…" Not directed at anyone in particular—just a factual observation.
Once her initial shock subsided, Bulma seemed to regain her composure, realizing she was overreacting. "Uh… who are you?"
Master Roshi, the old master who was basically the Yoda of this universe, jumped in. "Bulma, as Piccolo said, let's go inside first." The old guy had good instincts; he seemed wary at first but relaxed once he realized I wasn't there to wreak havoc.
As I followed them inside, a wave of emotion washed over me. This was Kame House! The birthplace of so many epic battles! I had fantasized about training here with Goku under Master Roshi's guidance in my childhood as Jamall. Those were the days!
Piccolo, ever the keen observer, sensed my turmoil. "What's wrong, Jamall?"
Time to get my story straight. "Oh… seeing my mother so young is a little overwhelming. One thing is expecting it; another is witnessing it with my own eyes."
Let's roll with that.
Trunks had to chime in, "Oh, I felt the same way the first time! She is so young and beautiful—" He blushed, looking like a ripe tomato, realizing what he'd just said.
Once inside, the group scattered around the living room, but they all felt compelled to present themselves to me. I played along, knowing who they were, but feeling like a celebrity in my own fanfiction.
I caught sight of a flying, talking cat creature—a talking cat! I had completely forgotten it existed! I dubbed it "Happy," like the one from Fairy Tail, since I wasn't paying attention when it introduced itself and didn't care enough to ask again.
"I believe our friend needs to give us a full explanation," Piccolo's voice cut through the chatter, and I felt a bit of pressure as all eyes turned back to me.
Time for the main event.
"Very well. As some of you already know, my name is Jamall… and I come from the future."
Everyone but those who already knew turned their heads toward Trunks, who looked like he was about to explode.
"Why does everyone stare at me whenever someone mentions the 'future'?!"
I couldn't help but chuckle a little; it was like watching a classic sitcom.
"I am from a future, yes, but it's not the same future Trunks came from!" he defended.
Master Roshi was on a roll. "I think we all need to calm down and listen to our friend… Jamall, right? Please, continue."
I could feel the anticipation in the room. "Thank you. As I was saying, I came from the future. My mother sent me back with a time machine to defeat the Androids and save her family."
"Oh, who is your mother? Do we know her?" Bulma asked.
"Yes, you do. My mother is Bulma."
...
"WHAT?!?" "Ah??" "Bulma left Vegeta for a bug?"
After a moment of shocked silence, the room erupted with surprised exclamations and questions. Piccolo had to step in again.
"Shut up and let him explain!"
With the room finally quieting down, I nodded to Piccolo and continued.
"Thank you, Piccolo. In my timeline, my mother—Bulma—built a time machine for Trunks and sent him to the past, first to warn you of danger and then to help you fight against the Androids. What she didn't foresee was that by doing so, she altered the past substantially, causing even more Androids to appear from laboratories that Dr. Gero had scattered and hidden worldwide—a butterfly effect, as she called it."
"Oh! So that's why there are so many new Androids I didn't know about!" Trunks exclaimed.
"Indeed. Sadly, when Bulma's son, Trunks, returned to the future, he was fatally injured and on the brink of death. Before he died, he managed to inform her of the other Androids and then died in front of her."
A choked sound escaped Bulma, her hand rising to cover her mouth, tears welling in her eyes. She raised her other arm, still holding a sleeping baby Trunks, and kissed him delicately on the forehead.
Trunks seemed unsure how to feel, learning that a version of himself had died, but I could see he was at least relieved that his counterpart managed to return home and say goodbye to his mother. It would have been worse not knowing what happened to him.
The rest of the group was silent, each contemplating the terrible reality that Bulma witnessed her son die before her… or something like that.
I continued, knowing I had to explain my existence. "My mother, being the genius she was, didn't surrender like lesser beings would have done. Lacking anyone else to help she buried her son and sought out the only place that could help her with her new mission. She went to Dr. Gero's main laboratory which wasn't that destroyed like here; in her desperation, she risked being found by the Androids and searched the laboratory for useful data."
"While little helpful information was found, she discovered a secret path leading underground. There she found a mostly empty room with an insectoid being growing in a water tank. Fearing what would happen if he awoke, she took only a blood sample and left, activating the self-destruction of the laboratory, which blew it up entirely, killing the insectoid and erasing any trace of her presence."
I needed to say this to distance myself from Dr. Gero. If I admitted that Gero originally created me and that Bulma merely reprogrammed my brain, it could lead to mistrust, even if only temporarily. I wanted a clean slate—unrelated to Gero except on the most basic level.
"Returning home, my mother concocted a plan to save not only to save her son, or at least an alternate version of him, but everyone else as well. For this reason, she started growing up a clone of the being she previously destroyed, which could be considered my biological father, but soon realized that this wouldn't be enough. In her desperation, she bio-engineered my mind, programming me almost as she would have a machine, setting in my mind the compulsory need of destroying the Androids created by Dr. Gero. Then, not knowing if that was enough, she hardwired my genome with the need of absorbing Android 17 and 18, making that necessary for my own survival. Failing in absorbing 17 and 18 within ten years, would lead to my auto-destruction. She did so because she unnecessarily feared that I would not have followed her orders once I was completed. She shouldn't have bothered, nothing would made me happier than doing it."
"You said... absorbing? How can you do that?" It was Gohan who asked that.
I then moved my tail, showing it to everyone, and enlarged the end on sucker mode, causing the group to marvel at it, then turned it back as it was and continued recounting the story.
"I don't know if my mother was mentally scarred by the past events that signed her life, or if it was the disease that got her and that she refused to cure herself of, but she completely focused on continuing with her work, pouring everything she could for the final objective of both avenging and saving her family. It was at this time that she started to obsessively worry that I wasn't going to be strong enough. It was then that she started gathering DNA samples, from the greatest warriors that ever walked on Earth. The remains of Goku and Vegeta, blood samples from the battleground that saw the end of Frieza, and many others she could find the remains of. The only one she didn't use, was her son Trunks because she didn't want to disturb his resting place, but the genetic material of everyone else that she could put her hands on was used to create a being that would have helped her to achieve her final objective."
An interruption came then from Piccolo. "So that is the reason your Ki Signature is so particular. I wasn't sure how that fact connected to the rest of the story, but now it all makes sense."
Master Roshi added his two cents. "I could feel some evilness in your Ki, an uncaring coldness that was hard to explain at first, that is why I was originally wary about you... but I imagine that being in part Frieza, and whatever else, could have caused that..."
Crap. I was so busy concocting this narrative that i forgot about the fact that they could feel the evilness in my Ki!
Fortunately, my own Ki was apparently different from the total evilness of the original Cell; I mean after all, I was completely different from him.
This also excluded one of the theories i had about it, which was the intent of acting that shaped the Ki, not the actions themselves. Or perhaps it was the personality. Master Roshi described Cell's Ki Signature using the words 'uncaring coldness', and that was the shortest way to describe original Cell's own personality or at least that's what I think of it.
I nodded toward the ancient man, then continued with my story, which was now almost finished. "My mother didn't stop working on me until the very end... and she finally made it, uniting the genome of the greatest warriors that ever existed in what you are seeing right now in front of you. Her perfect warrior, a son born not from human procreation, but from the greatness of her own mind. She gave me a name, Cell, probably because I was made using the cells of several different species and warriors. I was her greatest accomplishment, but sadly, also the last."
"So why do you call yourself Jamall?" Gohan asked
"Oh because I just thought I'd could use a more normal name" I said while lying through my teeth
Bulma, having recovered from her earlier sobbing, soundly held her own breath, along with almost anyone else there.
I nodded, confirming their suspicions. "The disease, that she so irresponsibly ignored for so long, caught up to her and it was, sadly, too late to make anything about it. With her last remaining forces, she gave me life. At this point, too weak to do anything else, she talked to me about her family; her husband Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyan and her son, Trunks. She even told me something about her adventures with her friend Goku, and others tidbits about her life. Then she told me of the Androids, what they did to her family and friends. Finally, she told me about the process that leads to my creation, then told me to travel to the past using the time machine, to save her friends and family and eliminate the threat of the Androids once and for all... Then she died."
I hope this covers up all possible plot holes in my story and if it didn't then I pray no one noticed.
Bulma, which in the meantime gave the little Trunks to his grown up version to carry in her place, ran toward Cell, hugging him and crying out loud. "I'm so s-sorry! It's so s-sad! I even r-ran from you -u early!"
Her tits were really soft.
When this Android Saga is over I've got to work on getting me a girlfriend
I was so lost in the sauce i almost forgot that Bulma was talking to me. "It's ok. My mother told me that her past self would have most likely reacted in such a way at first. Do not worry about it."
As i patted her as gently as possible on the head, she nodded and broke up the hug. "Then... then what happened?"
"Then, after I buried her next to the place where she buried Trunks, it was time to finally accomplish the mission she gave me."
Now came the hard part, something that if done wrong, could possibly cause all the goodwill and karma points i had just gained with the Z Warriors would be thrown out the window.
I sighed, hoping that my facial expression were enough to emulate sadness.
"That is when I realized that she made a mistake."