(A/N: Poor me, I own no one but my OC. Oh well. . . hope you enjoy this.
It's written for a friend of mine. It was about something or another. . .
um. . . anyway. TEO! This is for joo me buddy. . . Ya haven't let me down
yet!)
Like Hell
Chapter One
Pacing
After Hurcule had been jettisoned out of Cell's ring, and before the Z Fighters could take action, a girl walked up to fight. Everyone had their eyes on her. She had no special powers, she was not even very strong, and she didn't that much of a will to live. She wore a red shirt, blue jeans, and a duster-like thing around her waist. She didn't look scared at all.
Cell had his arms crossed and the girl readied her self to fight. "You know what?" she growled. "I don't care if I can beat you or not. All I know is that. I don't care if I die." Cell blinked. She took a step forward and then stopped. "What am I doing?" she whispered. "Have I lost my mind?" The girl stood up straight and began pacing. "I must've been hit in the head to many times. I'm really up here to fight him?" she sighed as she spoke softly to herself. "What am I doing?" She continued pacing and no longer paid any attention to Cell. "God! Am I some kind of moron? Have I lost my mind? . Oh wait, I'm up here, of course I have." She looked at Cell, and then went back to walking back and forth. "Sheesh, this is stupid. If I stay here, I'm gonna die, if I leave the arena, I'm gonna get pelted with rocks as I walk down the streets." She continued pacing and then glared at Cell. He raised his hand to her and fired a small ball of energy. When the smoke had cleared she was bent over, looking between her legs. She then stood up straight. "Well damn, that was close." Cell crossed his arms again. She gulped and began pacing again. "Completely uncalled for." Cell smirked and she froze. "Are you mocking me?" she growled at him. "How dare you?" She once again lowered herself into a fighting stance. "That is so un- cool!"
The reporter looked at the girl. "Apparently, she's not fighting."
The girl turned to the reporter. "Shut that camera off!" she shouted.
"Should we shut it off?" the cameraman asked.
"No! Are you insane?" shouted the reporter.
The girl looked directly at the camera and showed the middle finger. "Do your regular routine, and go screw yourself!" She quietly went back to her pacing. Cell watched her in amusement. She looked at Cell and slowly stopped walking. She looked at him with squinted eyes. "You know! You could just kill me!" she shouted. She went back to pacing. She pointed at him. "You could just get me the hell outta here and fight someone worth your time." She sighed and began pacing again.
Moments later, she looked at Cell who was still doing nothing but watching her. She stopped walking again and turned to face him. She jumped at him with quick reflexes and punched him in the arm. Nothing happened. She jumped back and knelt down. "Gomen nasai!" She sat up straight and looked at him.
"This is ridiculous!" Vegeta shouted.
The girl stood up. "Cram it, pointy!" she shouted. She tapped her foot for a moment and clenched her fists. She then threw her hands up in the air. "Fuck it!" she shouted. She then went to leave the arena.
Right before she exited, she heard. "Hey." When she turned around, a ball of energy was headed her way. She smiled and accepted her death.
(A/N: I hope this was at least acceptable! Don't kill me all you Cell fans out there! It's my first DBZ fic! I SAID DON'T KILL ME!!
Arana: (OC) They aren't gonna kill you. . . I am. . . for you KILLING ME!!!
Acri: NO KILL ME!
Arana: THEN DON'T KILL ME!
Acri: *runs * Too late!
Arana: Oh how I hate you.
Acri: Thankie!)
Like Hell
Chapter One
Pacing
After Hurcule had been jettisoned out of Cell's ring, and before the Z Fighters could take action, a girl walked up to fight. Everyone had their eyes on her. She had no special powers, she was not even very strong, and she didn't that much of a will to live. She wore a red shirt, blue jeans, and a duster-like thing around her waist. She didn't look scared at all.
Cell had his arms crossed and the girl readied her self to fight. "You know what?" she growled. "I don't care if I can beat you or not. All I know is that. I don't care if I die." Cell blinked. She took a step forward and then stopped. "What am I doing?" she whispered. "Have I lost my mind?" The girl stood up straight and began pacing. "I must've been hit in the head to many times. I'm really up here to fight him?" she sighed as she spoke softly to herself. "What am I doing?" She continued pacing and no longer paid any attention to Cell. "God! Am I some kind of moron? Have I lost my mind? . Oh wait, I'm up here, of course I have." She looked at Cell, and then went back to walking back and forth. "Sheesh, this is stupid. If I stay here, I'm gonna die, if I leave the arena, I'm gonna get pelted with rocks as I walk down the streets." She continued pacing and then glared at Cell. He raised his hand to her and fired a small ball of energy. When the smoke had cleared she was bent over, looking between her legs. She then stood up straight. "Well damn, that was close." Cell crossed his arms again. She gulped and began pacing again. "Completely uncalled for." Cell smirked and she froze. "Are you mocking me?" she growled at him. "How dare you?" She once again lowered herself into a fighting stance. "That is so un- cool!"
The reporter looked at the girl. "Apparently, she's not fighting."
The girl turned to the reporter. "Shut that camera off!" she shouted.
"Should we shut it off?" the cameraman asked.
"No! Are you insane?" shouted the reporter.
The girl looked directly at the camera and showed the middle finger. "Do your regular routine, and go screw yourself!" She quietly went back to her pacing. Cell watched her in amusement. She looked at Cell and slowly stopped walking. She looked at him with squinted eyes. "You know! You could just kill me!" she shouted. She went back to pacing. She pointed at him. "You could just get me the hell outta here and fight someone worth your time." She sighed and began pacing again.
Moments later, she looked at Cell who was still doing nothing but watching her. She stopped walking again and turned to face him. She jumped at him with quick reflexes and punched him in the arm. Nothing happened. She jumped back and knelt down. "Gomen nasai!" She sat up straight and looked at him.
"This is ridiculous!" Vegeta shouted.
The girl stood up. "Cram it, pointy!" she shouted. She tapped her foot for a moment and clenched her fists. She then threw her hands up in the air. "Fuck it!" she shouted. She then went to leave the arena.
Right before she exited, she heard. "Hey." When she turned around, a ball of energy was headed her way. She smiled and accepted her death.
(A/N: I hope this was at least acceptable! Don't kill me all you Cell fans out there! It's my first DBZ fic! I SAID DON'T KILL ME!!
Arana: (OC) They aren't gonna kill you. . . I am. . . for you KILLING ME!!!
Acri: NO KILL ME!
Arana: THEN DON'T KILL ME!
Acri: *runs * Too late!
Arana: Oh how I hate you.
Acri: Thankie!)