One ~MAGICAL~ morning, Vegeta was standing in the doorway, letting the MAGICAL sunlight stream onto his skin. He stepped onto the ground, and walked up to his mailbox to check his mail. He pulled it out of the box, looking through it.
"Today is surely going to be great! Nothing could bring me down!" He smiled, turning around, only to face a figure that he had been meeting with not long ago.
"Cell? What are you doing here? The tournament hasn't started yet!" He sets his mail on the box, staring at him.
"Well," Cell starts, "You've been doing nothing so far, so I thought I'd just come by."
Vegeta groans. "Come on, I have stuff to do! I can't deal with you right now!"
Cell grins. "But you have to."
"What are you going to do if I walk back inside the door?"
"I didn't know you could walk inside of doors."
Vegeta walks up to Cell, putting his hands on his shoulders and shaking him. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME YOUR STUPID PIECE OF ANDROID SHIT"
"Meth." They stare into eachother's eyes for a moment, before Cell breaks the silence. "That was a joke. Now, I want you to fight me." Vegeta whines, before getting into a fighting stance. Cell flies forward towards him and they start their battle.
Vegeta tries to keep up, but he probably should've drank some coffee or took some 5 hour energy beforehand because he wasn't doing fantastic.
"Vegeta, I"m disappointed." He kicks Vegeta in the gut.
"I'M TIRED!" Vegeta groans again.
"Ugh..."
"I just woke up, I haven't eaten or drank ANYTHING. Me and Bulma were SUPPOSED to be making love right now, but YOU'RE screwing around with me!"
"If you're so horny, why don't you come over here and suck my dick?"
Vegeta flips Cell off, causing Cell to burst into laughter.
He smacks Cell upside the head, cutting off his laughter. He stares down at Vegeta. "Fine, I can do yours." He continues to laugh. Vegeta smacked him again, but he continued to laugh. "I noticed your boner the whole time, I could tell you were going to fool around with your wife! I'm just trying to piss you off!"
"You've succeeded, now fuck off!" Cell stopped his laughter, grinning down at him. "FUCK OFF!"
"Come with me, Vegeta." He grabs Vegeta's hand before he could object. Cell flew off dragging him along.
He landed in his arena. "Cell, just because I'm angry doesn't mean I'm going to fight better." Cell groaned.
"Come on! What's going to make you fight? Vegeta narrows his eyes.
"Why don't you suck my dick, huh?"
"OH, YEAH, THAT'LL GET YOU RUNNIN."
"GO AHEAD." He spreads his legs, putting his hands behind his head.
Cell flicked him in the forehead. "Eat my shit."
Vegeta tries to keep up, but he probably should've drank some coffee or took some 5 hour energy beforehand because he wasn't doing fantastic.
Vegeta grabbed his shoulders again. "MAKE ME, FUCKER."
Cell shoved his hand down Vegeta's pants, and pulled them down. "I'M GOING TO TEAR YOU DICK OFF!" he said as he pulled his underpants down. Suddenly, he stopped.