Pawsy: 'ello! Here with the disclaimers! I do not own DBZ *aawww…* or hell *hallelujah!*. Anyway, I hope this is slightly enjoyable to you people, even those who are fans of the Z senshi…I think I spelled that right…so sit back, relax, and enjoy! And remember…the number 3 is evil.
Frieza: Will you quit bringing that up?!
Pawsy: *evil laugh*
A Strange Meeting in HellRed soil mirroring the continuously cloudy sky, small fluffs of life encircling the area, and a few ogres to sort the whole thing out: this is hell. This is the destination for those who have wasted their lives to sin. Some are destined for a second chance to cleanse their soul, but a small majority is destined to stay. That would be the group of those with their bodies. King Yenma decided ages ago that they, the 'body keepers', would never be trusted. Some of the strongest foes of the universe battle in the darker parts of hell, all hoping they will one day get their revenge on their murderers.
All, but one…Babidi, the wizard of evil, sat perched on a cliff side away from the group. He has always been the outsider, especially when he fibbed about training Buu, his father's creation, and everyone found about the truth. Now he is nothing in their eyes.
"Hell is fucked," Babidi mutters to himself as he stares into the blank, red canvas scenery. Truthfully, today hasn't been that bad for him. He's only been pummeled once and that was by a saiyan named Nappa, not the most powerful guy around. He's been through worst. It's worst with Cell, the one person who thinks he owns hell entirely. Babidi traces a finger across a newly formed scar on his left arm. It is strange, for being dead, he can still feel pain and he can still bleed.
"Hello, wizard," a sinister voice chuckles from behind. Oh no… Babidi tries to get away but is immediately thrown face first into the red dirt. Babidi manages to shift his sight to attempt a view of his attacker. The Ginyu Force and their master Frieza come into the clearing, apparently watching the abuser at work. But if they're there, then this must be…oh shit! The wizard is jerked up and leveled eye to eye with Cell. The android devilishly smiles.
"Pathetic," the larger being laughs, "you leave yourself wide open. No wonder you're everyone's favorite source of prey."
"Let go!" Babidi struggles in his captor's grip. "Or so help me, I'll…!"
"You'll what?" Cell snaps. The wizard starts to mutter an incantation, earning him a swift slug across the jaw. Cell drops the small being onto the ground, just so he can sharply kick the wizard's stomach. Babidi lays there in pain, unable to move. Oh hell, let this end. Unfortunately, it is the just start. The android continuously beat him out of sheer amusement, the same reason as all the others. It's for fun. What seemed like an eternity, the powerful being steps away from his prey.
"Like I said," Cell scoffs, "pathetic." The android, losing interest in his game, walks away with the others following behind.
It took awhile until Babidi was able to recover, but when he did, the wizard crawled away from the spot. The last thing he needed was a repeat performance. Now he leans against a dying, black tree, the only bit of nature in hell, and curses at himself.
"Damn, I hate him," Babidi seethes as he spits out more blood. The android's hit create a greater effect than people realize, but he knows. He learns everyday. At least the battle didn't create another mark on him. All these attacks are definitely showing on him. It's shredded most of his clothing except for the sleeveless black shirt and black pants he wore originally. And he can't begin to count the scars; there are too many to count! A new one each day, he thinks to himself. A surge of anger then flares in him. Not anger to the others, but towards him. They wouldn't attack him if he wasn't…well…him!
"It's always me," he lets out a disgusted growl. "It's always been me!!" Beside where he is sitting, there is a spike from one of the demonic mountains that have sprung up. He grabs the sharp edge and studies it carefully. A twisted smile threatens to appear, but the wizard shakes the feeling off.
"No, I promised that I wouldn't do that again," he sets the jagged edge down. "And I plan to keep it." But that promise becomes another nagging thought. He made you promise, the voice says, he was your friend. Babidi clutches onto the spike again. He was always looking out for you…and what do you do? His grip tightens on the edge. He helped you six times over and you send him six feet under! You killed him, you bastard!!
"Damn it!" Babidi takes the spike, and using its edge like a knife, slices a deep gash on his left arm. After a few more gashes, he finally calms down. The bloody spike drops onto the ground. Babidi stares painfully at it.
"Another promise broken," he slumps forward slightly. It really didn't matter; he barely remembered the guy who forced him into that deal. Deserved to be dead.
Death is strange. Looking around, Babidi still can't believe where he is. The image of hell he was taught about was gruesome and full of torment, but the only one truly being tortured is he. The others don't mind being here as much, as long as he is around to be beaten on.
"Oh hell, just let me die permanently…" he begs to practically no one as he buries his face into his knees.
"That's a funny request," a voice quips. Completely off-guard, the shocked wizard quickly turns his attention to behind him. Leaning against a rotting tree trunk is a young man with his arms folded on his chest. He has long deep black hair with ember-like orange streaks blended in. Two stone gray eyes focus forward into the farther territories of hell. His skin is barely touched with a gray tone, giving a lifeless look.
"Wanting to die permanently? Feh!" the figure stands erect, his arms falling to his side. "You bastard, nonexistence is worst than death. Everyone knows that."
"Nothing is worst than this," Babidi snaps, now over the shock of the newcomer. The man laughs silently.
"Guess you've never seen a soul go nonexistent. Muuuuch worst than this." Babidi is already irritated with this guy. First the man appears from nowhere and now he's trying to throw out some blank speech Babidi could care less about.
"What the hell are you here for? Couldn't you bother someone else?" the wizard inquires. The man doesn't reply, but shifts his gaze downward.
"You feel hated," the words surprise Babidi.
"What do you mean?" The man points to him.
"Only those who feel hated hurt themselves." The wizard has never wanted to hide so much. He hates it when someone finds out about his 'habit.'
"And what makes you think that?" Babidi retorts. The man extends an arm showing the various scars trying to heal.
"I feel the same." The man looks forward again. "Deceit, brother of Hard Heart." Babidi stares at the man with curiosity. "Fear, companion of Silence. Torment, Madness, and Depression, better together than alone," the man smiles to himself. "And Darkness, the final realm." His head slumps against his chest as he lets out a small chuckle. Oh great, I'm in the presence of a maniac, Babidi thinks to himself. He decides it best to leave the newcomer alone.
"That's my ticket to escape from here," the man laughs. Upon hearing this, Babidi quickly looks to the man.
"What?"
"I'm getting out of this hellhole," the man says again. "And I'm going to become more powerful than any of these bastards."
"Liar!" The man looks in amusement towards the smaller figure.
"I do not!" the man smiles. "It's all true. I'm leaving here and I'm not looking back." The wizard laughs.
"Oh, really? And how do you propose to do that?"
"Simple," the man happily snarls, "that little chant is my ticket to place away from here. I happen to know that if I hadn't committed suicide, I'd be in a better place. A place where I wouldn't have to take crap from these Hell beings!" He jerks his gaze away. "A place where I belong."
"You mad," Babidi laughs and turns to leave.
"You could get there too. Get away from this place," the man's voice says. "Away from the torment and beatings. Away from all of this." The man sounds distant suddenly.
"Yeah, as if that were true," the wizard stalks off.
"Okay, but if you change your mind, I'll be waiting here at the end of the week!" Babidi looks at the newcomer strangely.
"Freak." Babidi finally gets away from the stranger and just lost sight of the guy when he's suddenly lifted off the ground.
"Got bored," Cell hisses. "Time for round two!"
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Pawsy: TBX…I mean C! TBC! *dramatic voice* To Be Continued!!!