Chapter 3 – Exploration
Disclaimer: I do not owe DBZ or any of the characters involved in it. All of that belongs to Akira Toriyama and Toei / Funimation.
Three long weeks has passed. Enough time to grow in strength, but still so far from where he wants to be. It was late in the afternoon, thus it was getting dark. Having already finished with his training, Junior had nothing else better to do besides standing in place.
No more boredom!
It was time to do some classic espionage on his enemies. It not only sounds like fun, but it will allow him to learn more about the Z-Fighters. A perfect chance to kill two birds with one stone.
Waiting till it was dark, Junior used instant transmission to travel to his first place of destination.
Son Residence – Mount Paozu
Appearing in some bushes, ahead of him laid the modest home of Son Goku's family. All the lights were on, and it can be seen through the main window that Chi-Chi was cooking dinner. Her stomach appeared unnaturally rounder, and a very faint ki signature was emitting from inside. Was she pregnant? That just means another spawn of Goku was on the horizon, a future foe to kill.
Gohan, the worst of the entire lot, was comfortably bathing outside. The water was so hot that it was steaming uncontrollably, but the half-breed gave it no mind.
The mere sight of seeing him so relaxed was enough to tempt Junior to jump right in and skin him alive. Imagining his face contorted with fear as his blood leaked everywhere was quite cathartic for the blue devil.
Based on his personal estimations, Junior is about as strong as Vegeta when he first appeared as an ascended super Saiyan to his father. A nice jump from his original starting point, but still far to ill prepared for the likes of that bastard child.
For the next hour Junior simply watched Gohan bathed before getting out. Now fully clothed, he turned the water off and ate dinner with his mother. They talked for awhile before he went into his room and started studying book work. The mother cleaned the dishes before turning off the living room lights, her too enclosing herself in her bedroom. Before she closed the curtains, she held the picture of her late husband and cried. It was obvious to Junior that she was distressed from his passing, but held no sympathy for her. Next she will witness Gohan's demise and if she doesn't have a miscarriage, that unborn child too will die. In a sense it disgusted him that he was even related to these creatures, but the power their DNA gave is too much to pass up on. A means to an end for greater power and vengeance.
Finished observing their lame activities, Junior placed two more fingers to his head and vanished.
Mountain Region
Teleporting behind some rocks, the full moon did wonders to illuminate most of the area. Careful to not only hide his ki but to also make little noise as possible, Junior saw Piccolo levitating before a waterfall. He was clearly meditating, outline glowing blue from his power.
Deep within Junior he has the most amount of respect and connection to the super namek. He was a reserved and quiet warrior who has similar origins to his own. Too bad he has turned his back to his progenitor, King Piccolo, and made a pact with those worthless Z-Fighters. Perhaps in a different life they formed an alliance to create a unified demon clan. That would have been a sweet gig.
Slowly the wind picked up, swaying the cape of the namek to his left side. Seeing him opening his eyes, Junior saw Piccolo stretching his posture before turning around. Grabbing a handful of water, he drank from it before returning to his original position. Quickly his energy enshrouded him once again.
In his current condition, Junior wasn't sure he could defeat him since the resourcefulness Piccolo has would be incredibly difficult to get around. Based on his memories, Piccolo did well against his brethren, even helping his fellow comrades against his brothers. And due to him still being weaker than all seven individually, he might lose in the end. But he knows Piccolo and has intelligence rivaling his father. He won't go down without a fight.
Watching Piccolo for a additional two hours, Junior teleported away, ready to examine his next objective.
Capsule Corp's HQ – West City
Appearing at the top of the building, Junior observed the endless city lights before him. The night life was alive here, seeing people intermingling with each other at various spots. Some shopped, others gossiped in coffee shops, and a few couples smooched on some public bench.
It disgusted Junior that mortals would rather waste their precious time doing useless tasks than focus on their own individual growth. In the distance sirens could be heard, indicating that the police were on a high robbery chase. Even their crimes were lackluster in Juniors eyes, making do with cheap products to satisfy their meaningless lives. They were all a waste of time and space, with Hell being the most appropriate prison for them.
Scaling down the HQ building with his hands and feet, Junior climbed over the window that housed Baby Trunks. The little monster was soundly asleep, oblivious to all around him. To think the son of the Saiyan prince will one day grow up so powerful was a troubling thought. On one end his father killed him in cold blood while another grew so strong to eventually rival his dad's perfect form physically. No matter what, his demise would be a major plus in the grand scheme of things.
Crawling over to the window of Mr. and Mrs. Briefs, the wife was reading a book as the husband was looking over some blueprints. It was obvious that they will eventually fall asleep at their current pace.
Making haste to his final destination, Junior crawled to the final window of observation. Faint Jazzhop music could be heard and to his dismay both Vegeta and Bulma were having an intimate session. The motions and sounds alone made Junior physically ill, finding the reproductive needs of mortals such a mortifying act. Asexual parthenogenesis is far more efficient and sacred, lacking the swapping of lesser bodily fluids from diseased mortal to another. He never felt more blessed to be the entity he is today.
Having enough, Junior hopped down and quickly sprinted towards a bush. Watching security roaming about, Junior dodged them all before finding himself out of the compound.
Using the shadows as cover, Junior skipped whole miles in seconds, taking careful note of everything he passed.
"Please help me!"
"Shut up and give me your money."
Hearing another crime happening, Junior decided to run towards it. Sitting on top of another building, Junior witnessed deep in an alleyway a thug attempting to rob a woman. Despite her best efforts, she was overpowered by the bulkier male.
It looked like a perfect opportunity to have some fun.
"Nehehehehe."
"The Hell is that."
Turning around, the man saw Cell Jr behind him, smiling devilishly.
"Get out of here kid before I gut you."
Slam!
Kicking her attacker in the crotch, she made a beeline out. Recovering, he quickly grabbed her by the hair.
"Now your dead."
"Help!"
Whipping out a knife, he placed it to her throat.
"Kee kee kee."
"Once I am done with her, your next twerp. I-"
Having no sympathy for either, Cell Jr jumped up and kicked the woman in her neck, breaking it and killing her immediately. Surprised, the man dropped her, but failed to dodge a knee shattering jab to the appendage.
Screaming he fell over, knocking some stinky garbage over him.
"Please have mercy. Spare me! I'll do whatever you want."
Enticed that he performed his first kill ever, Junior could already smell her internal organs dying one by one. Feeling impassioned, Cell Jr felt a bit looser, looking at the pleading robber like a snack. Witnessing the blue demons' eyes going from pink to golden yellow, he froze and realized with trepidation what he was facing.
"I know you. You are Cell, aren't you? But Mr. Satan killed you."
"Hehehe, welcome to Hell."
A car playing loud heavy metal passed on by, hiding the screams of the man being torn to shreds. Finished with the man being dismembered in over forty-seven pieces, Junior used his ki to dry himself of the pathetic bodily fluids that splashed on him.
The urge to destroy the entire city was beyond tempting, but the small voice of reasoning convinced him out of it. Right now, it would be best to simply return home and rest for tomorrow. After all it will be Saturday, a perfect opportunity to kill again and train to his hearts content. It will be much better to spread out the fun than overindulging himself in his newly discovered pastime.
With that he teleported back home, satisfied for the evening.