The spaceship carrying our heroes from Universe 18 is

slowly landing. The auto pilot makes an announcement,

in a female voice: 'Attention, ladies and gentlemen. We

shall soon reach our destination. While at the stadium,

you are free to interact with people from other universes,

but it is forbidden to pick fights or have sex with them.'

'Why not sex?' Goten asks in disappointment. Actually,

that was a rather rhetorical question, since he did not

expect the auto pilot to answer.

However, the auto pilot, changing his formal tone of voice,

says: 'Because we need to keep this fanfic at T rating so

that more people will be likely to see it. You see, most

Fanfiction Net visitors usually forget to deactivate M rating

filters.'

'Curse them,' Trunks whispers, clenching his fist.


Our heroes have been shown their universes balcony.

They're looking around. It's not long before they notice

Cell, right next to them, at Universe 17 balcony.

'Hmf. You again,' the bio android says indifferently,

keeping his arms crossed.

'Hey, Cell,' Goku greets him in a jolly fashion as if he has

never done anything bad in his life.

'Who's that?' Bra asks, scratching her chin. 'His boots

are so last year.'

'It's Cell,' Gohan takes a stern expression, his dark

memories flooding his head. (Imagine TFS version of

Unmei No Hi song being played at that moment.)

'The one and only,' the green android brags. 'The

ultimate life form, created by cells of the greatest

martial artists in existence, such as Goku, Vegeta,

Gohan, Piccolo and Tenshinhan.'

'Wait a minute, what about me?' Ubb complains.

'Don't you have any cells of mine? Why?'

Piccolo starts explaining that Ubb wasn't born yet

during the period Cell was being created: 'Basically...'

'Is it because I'm black?' Ubb snaps, ignoring the Namek.

'Are you a racist? Do niggas mean nothing to you?'

Cell sighs. Ubb crawls into a fetal position and starts

crying. A short silence follows, only the nigga's sobs

being heard.

'Hey, Goten,' Trunks changes the subject. 'How about

we go to explore the other universes balconies?' And,

pointing a finger at Universe 13, he continues: 'Look.

Over there, there is a version of my dad with a cape,

a version of your father with psychotic eyes and two

other Saiyans.'

'Dunno, man,' Goten scratches his head. 'They seem to

be discussing something. Maybe they're busy right now.'


Meanwhile, at Universe 13 balcony...

'Vegeta!' Nappa snaps. 'What does the scouter say

about the number of reviews Withheldforprivacy's

fanfics should get if readers knew to appreciate true

masterpieces?'

Vegeta presses a button on the scouter he's wearing,

reads the indication and yells: 'IT'S OVER 9000!'


'Yeah, they seem pretty busy,' Trunks scratches his

head too. 'Let's not disturb them right now.'

In the meantime, Ubb is still lying in a fetal position

and sobbing, ignored by everyone. At some point,

Pan goes close to him, crouches and pats him on the

bare part of his back. 'There, there,' she says in a

soft voice, showing genuine interest. 'Is there something

I can do for you to feel better?'

Ubb looks at her and smiles. 'Well, do you want to come

with me to the bathroom and see my big, juicy...'

'LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,' the announcer's voice interrupts

Ubb's attempt to child molest his master's grand daughter.

'The fights are about to begin.'

A Cell Junior appears out of nowhere and asks: 'Papa, is

it time for my debut yet?'

'Shut up, Cell Junior,' Cell insensitively replies.