Author's Note:-
So, like I said in Part I, this story was written before I heard that Captain Ginyu returns in Dragonball Super, so this sketch doesn't fit in anymore, but... I still wanted to write it because I thought of it so long ago. I hope it's good! Please review :)
"God dammit, hand him over!" Cell's voice erupted through hell as he stood outside King Vegeta and Queen Turnipa's cave, screaming up at them with a ki ball in his hand. He was convinced the couple had his son, after the remaining Cell Juniors had told him that Number Seven had been kidnapped by saiyans. "I won't ask you again!"
"We don't have your son, you idiot!" King Vegeta yelled back as he and Turnipa dangled their heads out of a window-like hole in the top floor of their cave. "Now get out of here!"
"I'm warning you…" Cell snarled.
"He's not listening." Queen Turnipa frowned, and looked at her husband. "Send the guards out."
"I was just about to." King Vegeta growled back. He leaned further out of the window and yelled, "Guards! Attack!"
Out of nowhere a group of saiyan elites appeared from behind King Vegeta's cave and charged at Cell. Cell simply snorted at them, unfazed.
"Losers." He muttered, and hurled his ki blast at them. It obliterated every single one of the already deceased soldiers, thus wiping them from existence. Cell looked up at King Vegeta and Turnipa, and glared at them. "Did you see that? You're next." He barked.
King Vegeta and Turnipa stared down at the pile of ash that once was their best soldiers, somewhat unnerved by how easily Cell had disposed of them.
"He erased them from existence…" King Vegeta gasped.
"Mm." Turnipa nodded. "It's a good thing they weren't important."
"Agreed." King Vegeta replied. He looked down at Cell. "Listen – you can destroy as many of my soldiers as you want, I do not have your son! Why the hell would I want to kidnap one of your little brats?"
"Oh, don't give me that!" Cell snarled. "Even a monkey like you could figure it out! Frieza stole your son, but you can't take his child so you've taken one of mine!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Turnipa frowned. "Frieza didn't steal Tarble – he was too weak so we exiled him ourselves."
"That's right." King Vegeta grunted. "It was nothing to do with Frieza."
"Who the hell is Tarble?" Cell frowned. "I'm talking about Vegeta!"
King Vegeta and Turnipa paused for a moment, seemingly confused.
"… Oh!" King Vegeta eventually gasped. "That's right!" He looked at his wife. "We had two, didn't we?"
"We did?" Turnipa blinked. She went quiet as she thought back. "… Oh yeah!" Turnipa exclaimed. "Vegeta! That was the big one, right?"
"Yes." King Vegeta nodded. "He was taken by Frieza – it was after you died."
"Vegeta… Is he the one that failed to save his mate from that Piccolo freak?" Turnipa asked. "Yes, that's him." King Vegeta replied.
"Huh." Turnipa grunted.
She looked at Cell. "Nice try, Bug Brain! For starters Vegeta is a terrible mate, and secondly – if he was weak enough to get kidnapped by Frieza in the first place, then he deserved it!"
"Wh-What?" Cell gasped. "Are you serious?"
"Kids get kidnapped all the time – actually thirty per cent of saiyan children don't even return from their purging missions." King Vegeta said. "Do you really think we'd put ourselves through kidnapping one of your freak offspring just because Frieza stole one of ours? Who the hell cares!"
"Oh my God…" Cell choked, his eyes widening. "You guys are terrible parents!"
"We're terrible parents?" Turnipa barked. "Screw you! We're not the ones whose son ran away from him!"
"He didn't run away!" Cell screamed. "You took him – now give him back!" He started to power up so wildly it made the ground shake for miles around, which finally prompted Frieza to get involved.
The icejin looked up from his seat on a nearby rock, and sighed.
"Cell…" He uttered. "Let's just go."
"No!" Cell roared. "We're not leaving without Number Seven!"
"Mm." Frieza groaned. He hopped off the rock and approached the cave, then stared up at King Vegeta and Queen Turnipa. "Vegeta… I think we can make a deal." Frieza said.
"Haha!" Cell grinned. "That's right, Frieza! I knew you'd work this out for me!"
"What deal?" King Vegeta growled.
"Well… Cell is right, I did steal your son." Frieza began, looking at the king. "So if I let you keep Seven, can we call it quits?"
"What!" Cell cried, his eyes widening. "Frieza – what the hell! No!"
"Well, that does sound more than fair…" King Vegeta admitted. "But really, I don't have your son."
"Hm." Frieza grunted, and turned to Cell. "I think he's telling the truth, Cell. Seven isn't here."
"… Oh!" Cell smiled, suddenly realising what Frieza had done. "Frieza… I get it now. You never wanted to get rid of Seven – you were just saying that to see if they were lying."
"Huh? Oh… Sure." Frieza mumbled, looking away. "Yes… That's what I was doing…"
"If I were you, I'd let him stay lost." Turnipa shrugged. "Those brats are a nightmare – and you have six more. What difference does it make if you lose one?"
"See!" Frieza barked at Cell. "That's what I've been saying! We should just forget about him, Cell –"
"We're not forgetting about him!" Cell yelled. "Now…" He glared up at King Vegeta and Turnipa. "His brothers said he was kidnapped by saiyans – so I want you two to tell me who else could have taken him."
"Well it could be anybody!" Turnipa protested. "The entire population of Planet Vegeta is down here because of Frieza, so any one of them could have him."
"If you ask me, that boy isn't worth the effort." King Vegeta remarked.
"See –"
"Shut up, Frieza!" Cell roared angrily, cutting the icejin off. He glared at Frieza. "You just had to wipe out the entire planet, didn't you? He could be anywhere!"
"Cell – he's stronger than all the saiyans put together!" Frieza argued. "He'll have already killed his captors – just wait for him to come home by himself."
"No! We're finding him!" Cell pouted. "Come on!" He grabbed hold of Frieza, who cried out and started cursing wildly as Cell flew away towards his Plan B saiyan.
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Meanwhile, the missing Cell Junior Number Seven was on Earth in the world of the living, struggling to find his way through West City.
"This place is huge…" He sighed to himself. "Maybe I should ask someone…" He grabbed hold of a young woman as she walked past. "Excuse me Ma'am, can you tell me where Capsule Corp –"
"Ew!" The woman shrieked, her face turning blue. "A bug! Get away from me!" Number Seven dodged as the woman swung her handbag at him, attempting to swat him.
"Hey!" Seven barked, glaring at her. "I'm not a bug!"
"Ew! A talking bug!" Another young passer-by cried, and also swung her handbag at Number Seven.
Number Seven grabbed the handbags and glared at the two women.
"I'm not a bug!" He yelled. "I'm an android!"
"A what?" The women blinked.
"An android…?" One of them mumbled.
"Yeah." Seven nodded. "I mean… I guess I am. My Papa was one."
"He couldn't be! Androids can't have babies!" One of the women pouted.
"Well mine can!" Seven argued. "He's Cell – he can do anything!"
"C-Cell…?" One of the woman gasped, her face turning pale. The other girl looked at her.
"Who?" She questioned.
"That guy… the one that did the Cell Games… The monster!"
"Oh my God – that Cell? Aii!"
Number Seven watched as the two women bolted away in fright, each of them screaming.
"Help! Cell's back! He's going to kill us all!"
"Oh no!" Number Seven gasped, his eyes widening as he watched more and more people start to panic in front of him, the entire city steadily becoming engulfed in screams. Crap! This wasn't supposed to happen! What should he do now? Number Seven looked around nervously and darted down an alleyway, hoping that he could keep out of sight until he found Capsule Corp.
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Back in hell, Cell was making a scene outside Bardock's cave.
"God dammit, give me my son!" He screamed.
"Listen, you moron – for the last time I don't have your son!" Bardock yelled. "Why the hell would I take him?"
"Maybe because I killed yours?" Cell snarled. "If you even so much as think about harming Seven I will tear out your organs and stomp on them!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Bardock growled. "You didn't kill Raditz – he was killed by Kakarot and that Piccolo guy years before you were even born."
"So I'm obviously not talking about Raditz!" Cell cried. "I'm talking about Kakarot!"
"Oh." Bardock uttered, then shrugged. "Well, who the hell cares if you killed him? Kakarot dies all the time and he always manages to come back. I mean, if you're going to kill someone, it might as well be him."
"What…?" Cell uttered, his eyes widening in shock. "I – I can't believe you just said that! What's the matter with you? Are all saiyans terrible parents?"
"Only the ones that are born with tails." Frieza sniped from another nearby rock.
"Shut up, Frieza." Bardock snarled. He turned to glare at Cell. "Listen – I don't have your son. I hate kids. I don't even like my own, and there's no way in hell I'd volunteer to take one of yours, for any reason! So go and bother someone else."
"No!" Cell barked. "I'm going to stay here and rip off pieces of you until you return my –"
"What's going on?"
A timid voice spoke, followed by Bardock's wife Gine stepping out of the cave.
"Your husband kidnapped my son!" Cell yelled at her.
"What?" Gine gasped, and looked at Bardock. "That can't be true?"
"Of course it isn't." Bardock grunted. "The kid's obviously just lost somewhere." He looked at Cell and folded his arms. "If I were you, I'd forget about him. I mean, you have six more don't you?"
"That's precisely what I've been –"
"Shut up Frieza!" Cell screamed, his ki exploding as he glared at the icejin. "If you tell me to forget my son one more time I swear I will vaporise you!"
"Oh… that's awful." Gine uttered, looking at Cell sympathetically. "Of course we'll help you find him."
"What!" Bardock cried, staring at her in shock. "Gine – what the hell are you talking about!"
"Well… a lost child is such a sad thing." Gine replied. "That lovely Gohan took care of our son – the least we can do is find Number Seven."
"How is finding Frieza's child anything like what Gohan did?" Bardock growled. "Gine, we are not –"
"Lord Frieza!"
Frieza, Cell, Bardock and Gine all looked up to see Dodoria racing towards them. He came to a halt in front of the group and looked between Frieza and Cell. "Guys – Number Seven isn't here." He said.
"What?" Cell frowned. "What are you talking about? The kids said –"
"Yeah, I know. They lied." Dodoria stated. "They just told me – he wasn't taken by saiyans… He's on Planet Earth."
"What!" Frieza, Cell, Bardock and Gine all gasped.
"He – he's on Earth?" Cell choked. "Does that mean he's alive?"
"I don't think so." Dodoria replied. "The kids said that Fortune-teller Baba –"
"They lied to us?" Frieza screamed, clenching his fists in anger as his ki skyrocketed, causing the ground to shake for miles around. "Those little bastards! Come on!" He bolted off towards his cave, ready to beat the bones out of the remaining six Cell Juniors.
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Back on Earth, Number Seven was struggling to remain anonymous in the sea of panicking citizens of West City.
"Aii! It's Cell!" A voice came from behind him.
"No!" Seven gasped, turning round to face a terrified looking woman. "I'm not Cell! I don't want to hurt you, I just want to get to Capsule –"
"Help!" The girl wailed, and ran off into the crowd.
"Dammit…" Number Seven growled. Why had his father been so scary? He was making this impossible!
"E-Excuse me, Mr. Baby Cell…" A timid voice came from behind Number Seven. Seven sighed and turned round, and was surprised to see a man standing there with a microphone, while another man stood behind him with a camera. "Would you… would you mind… doing an interview?" The man with the microphone asked.
"Uh…" Number Seven sweat dropped. "Sure… I guess…"
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Over in Capsule Corp, Bulma was working on her computer with the TV on in the background. She took a break from her work when the sound of a TV broadcast caught her attention, and she turned to stare at the TV screen.
"What the hell…?" Bulma gasped, her eyes widening at what she saw. Was that… Was that really one of Cell's children?
"So Mr., uh…?"
"Number Seven." Number Seven spoke to the reporter that was interviewing him on the TV screen.
"Right. Number Seven… People are saying you want to find Capsule Corp, is that true?"
"Oh, great…" Bulma sighed. "Vegeta!" She called. "One of Cell's kids has come to kill you!"
"Yes." Number Seven nodded. "Can you tell me where it is, please?"
"If I do, will you promise not to kill any more people?" The reporter asked.
"I haven't killed anybody!" Seven protested. "I just want to get to Capsule Corp – it's important!"
"Of course!" The reporter nodded. "You want to marry the heir of Capsule Corp, Bulma Brief, don't you?"
"What?" Number Seven blinked.
"What?" Bulma cried. "Vegeta! Cell's kid wants to marry me – get rid of him for me!"
"No – I don't want to marry her!" Number Seven frowned. "Why would I do that?"
"Well… rumour has it that you want to inherit Capsule Corp when Dr. and Mrs Brief fall off the perch." The reporter replied.
"'Fall off the perch'…?" Cell Junior repeated. "You mean die?" He watched the reporter nod, and snorted. "Well… if I wanted to take Capsule Corp, I'd just take it, I wouldn't bother marrying that lady." He said. "I mean – isn't she already married? Plus isn't she like fifty? That's way too old for me."
"You cheeky little brat!" Bulma screamed, leaping across the room to grab the TV. She started shaking the TV violently and yelled at the top of her lungs, "I'm forty five! That's nowhere near fifty and I look at least ten years younger! You should be begging me to marry you, you little runt!"
"Listen – I need to get to Capsule Corp to help my friend." Number Seven said, looking at the reporter. "Are you going to tell me how to get there? Or do I need to demonstrate my power?"
"No!" The reporter wailed. "No! P-Please don't!" He stared directly into the camera. "I'm sorry, Dr. Brief – I don't want to do this but your sacrifice will not be in vein. He's already promised he won't kill any of us if I tell him where to find you, so you can die knowing that you saved us."
"Wh-What!" Bulma screamed. "No! Don't send him over here, you idiot! Vegeta! Vegeta, where are you!" She ran out of her lab and headed for Vegeta's gravity chamber. "Vegeta! Cell sent his son to kill my dad – you have to do something!"
"It's over there." On the TV screen, the reporter was pointing in the direction of Capsule Corp.
"Thank you." Number Seven nodded, and flew off towards the Briefs' home.
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"Frieza, that's enough! Please, stop!" In hell, Cell was being held back by Zarbon and Dodoria as he wailed at Frieza with wide, glistening eyes, watching in agony as his husband beat the living daylights out of his six remaining children. Frieza snorted and glared down at the Cell Juniors, who were now coated in bruises and whip marks.
"Hm." Frieza grunted, withdrawing his tail from the Juniors. "Have you boys learned your lesson?"
"Yes Frieza!" The Cell Juniors cried.
"It's bad to lie!" One of them whimpered. "We're sorry."
"We're sorry, Frieza!" The Juniors wailed, throwing themselves at Frieza's feet.
"Hm…" Frieza looked over at Cell, Dodoria and Zarbon. "What do you think? Do they sound sincere?"
"Of course they do!" Cell screamed. "Leave them alone!"
"I think they could do with one more round." Zarbon smirked, his eyes twinkling menacingly.
"What!" Cell gasped.
"I agree." Frieza nodded.
"No!" Cell yelped. "Frieza –"
"Ow!" The Cell Juniors cried out as Frieza whipped them across their backs with his tail.
"Little punks." Frieza growled.
"Shouldn't we start asking them why Seven went to Earth…?" Dodoria mumbled. "While they can still talk?"
"Oh, they can last a few more minutes." Zarbon smirked. Cell glared at him.
"Just wait until your back is turned, Pretty." He snarled, causing Zarbon to become slightly nervous at the thought of being beaten to a pulp by Cell.
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Meanwhile, outside Capsule Corp, Bulma had gathered Goku and Vegeta.
"This doesn't make any sense… Cell's children are dead. How can one be back on Earth?" Goku thought aloud.
"I have no idea, but I know I saw him on TV!" Bulma insisted. "And you're not going home until he's dealt with!"
"Tch. Why did you invite Kakarot?" Vegeta snorted, glaring at her. "I can take care of that runt on my own."
"Oh, it… it's just a precaution." Bulma said, holding back a smirk.
"Why?" Vegeta seethed.
Meanwhile Number Seven was hovering above Capsule Corp, staring down at them in annoyance. Dammit… How was he going to get past them? He couldn't. His only option was to break in through a door or wall, and hope he got to the pond before Goku and Vegeta got to him. … This sucked!
"Dammit!" Number Seven growled. It was that stupid reporter's fault! If he hadn't announced that Seven wanted to go to Capsule Corp, Goku and Vegeta wouldn't be here protecting it! And if those stupid girls hadn't freaked out and got all scared, nobody would have even noticed Seven was here… Dammit! Why were humans so stupid! Okay… Number Seven sighed. Fine. If this was how it was… he'd have to go as fast as he could.
Number Seven took a breath, and bolted down towards Capsule Corp. He burst through its ceiling, no doubt drawing the attention of Goku and Vegeta. Okay – now where? Number Seven looked around the building frantically, trying to decide where to go. Why was this building so big! "Hey!" He grabbed hold of a staff member. "Where's the garden!"
"Please – please don't kill me!" The young man cried.
"Tell me where the garden is!" Number Seven demanded.
"It – it's that way!" The man gasped, pointing.
"Come on Vegeta, he's over here!" Goku's voice came from not too far away. Damn!
"Thanks." Number Seven said quickly, and released the terrified man.
He darted towards Capsule Corp's garden and burst through its doors, hitting them so hard they exploded. Oops! He hadn't meant to do that… Oh well! He raced over to the pond and squatted over it, staring intently at the crowd of frogs that were gathered on its water lilies. "Hey!" Number Seven barked. "I don't have much time – which one of you is Captain Ginyu?" He waited for a response, but the frogs all stared blankly at him as if they couldn't understand what he was saying. "I'm being serious!" Number Seven snapped. "I need to find Captain Ginyu quick! Now hurry up, they'll be here soon!" The frogs continued to stare at him. Oh, no… seriously? After Number Seven had come all this way, was he really not here?
"Ribbit…"
"Huh?"
Number Seven blinked at the sound of a frog croaking. Was that him…? Number Seven looked down and saw a dark green frog on his feet, staring up at him and croaking loudly.
"Ribbit. Ribbit ribbit!" The frog croaked, frantically tapping Number Seven's feet.
"Are you Captain Ginyu?" Number Seven asked.
"Ribbit!" The frog replied, nodding.
"Okay… Good." Number Seven smiled. He squatted down and looked at the frog. "The thing is, your friends really miss you. So… I'm going to do something now – and it'll hurt, but trust me, it's a good thing. Are you ready?"
"R… ribbit…?" The frog replied cautiously.
"Good!" Number Seven grinned.
At that moment Goku and Vegeta burst into the garden and took fighting stances in front of Number Seven.
"Stop right there!" Goku ordered.
"You've got some nerve breaking into my – …" Vegeta paused, and watched in confusion as the Cell Junior slammed his fist down onto what seemed to be an ordinary pond frog, squashing it. "… That's my frog." Vegeta said.
"Sorry." Number Seven looked at Vegeta with a smirk. "But it's their frog now."
"What the hell are you talking about!" Vegeta snarled, forming a ki blast in his hand. "Get ready to die, you little – what!" His eyes widened as the Cell Junior suddenly disappeared from his sight. "Where did he go!" Vegeta demanded.
"Vegeta – he disappeared!" Goku gasped.
"I know that!" Vegeta screamed. "I'm not blind, you idiot! Where did he go!"
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Meanwhile, in King Yemma's office, Number Seven appeared out of thin air. He looked around at his new surroundings, frowning in confusion. What the hell…? How did he get here…?
"I teleported you." King Yemma's booming voice came from above Number Seven, as if the ogre had read his mind. Number Seven looked up to see King Yemma staring down at him sternly. "You came all this way just to do that?"
"Uh… Yes." Number Seven nodded. "Yes Sir. Thanks for teleporting me… I think Vegeta was going to wipe me from existence."
"He was." King Yemma grunted. "That's why I teleported you." He stared down at the Junior, somewhat bewildered. "… Seriously? You go to Earth and that's the first thing you do?"
"It's why I wanted to go." Number Seven shrugged. "You're not mad, are you?"
"… Mm." King Yemma snorted, getting back to his paperwork. "You're holding up the line. Go back to hell."
"This way, Sir." One of King Yemma's aides looked at Number Seven, gesturing for him to follow.
"Okay." Number Seven nodded, and followed the ogre.
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Back in hell, Frieza cracked his tail against the floor and stared down at the remaining six Cell Juniors.
"Now…" He began. "You're going to tell me what your brother is doing on Earth, and how he got there." He narrowed his eyes at the Juniors. "And if I so much as think that any of you are lying, you will all get ten whips on your backside. Do you understand?"
"Uh-huh…" The Cell Juniors nodded timidly.
"Number One." Frieza looked at the eldest Junior. "How did your brother bring himself back to life?"
"He… He didn't." Number One replied. "Fortune-teller Baba took him to Earth, but technically he's still dead."
"I see." Frieza uttered. "So is he going to use the dragonballs while he's there?"
"Maybe…" Number One answered sheepishly. "We told him to, but I… I don't know if he'll get chance… after he –"
"Ssh!" The other Cell Juniors shushed him, shooting him a glare. Frieza looked at them sternly, and they all suddenly huddled together in fright, staring at Frieza timidly. Frieza moved his eyes back to Number One.
"After he what?" He hissed.
"Uh…" Number One mumbled. "Well…"
"Seven!" Cell cried.
"Hm?"
Frieza looked up just as Cell was pulling himself away from the window. Cell raced outside, closely followed by Frieza, Zarbon, Dodoria and the Cell Juniors, all of whom were greeted by Number Seven making his way towards their capsule house.
"Hi Papa!" Seven grinned as Cell raced over to him. "Hey –"
"Son! I was so worried about you!" Cell cried, scooping Number Seven up into his arms. "Why did you go to Earth without me? Goku and Vegeta could have easily erased your existence!"
"I – I know… they nearly did." Number Seven replied, pushing against his father's grasp. "King Yemma saved me – Papa, let go! You're embarrassing me!" He attempted to break free from the hug, but Cell's grip was too tight.
"Seven!" Frieza barked, grabbing the Junior's attention. Frieza looked at the boy sternly. "So you didn't manage to get the dragonballs?"
"No… I'm sorry." Number Seven replied. "I didn't have time."
"Seven… The dragonballs weren't your first priority, were they?" Dodoria asked. "So why did you want to go to Earth?"
"Uh… Are the Ginyu Force here?" Number Seven replied.
"Over there." Zarbon pointed over at the Ginyu Force, and his eyes widened at what he saw. "What…?"
Not too far away from Frieza and Cell's capsule house, the deceased members of the Ginyu Force Jeice, Burter, Recoome and Guldo were stood in disbelief, staring at the man that was standing in front of them.
"C… Captain…?" Jeice choked. "Is that… really you?"
Captain Ginyu was standing there as clear as day, and as real as his comrades. He stared down at himself, amazed at what he saw. It was… his body. His old body – the one he'd had on Namek before those bastards had turned him into a frog! He was back… He was back to his old self, and… and he was reunited with them! Captain Ginyu raised his head to stare at his comrades, his eyes shimmering as a wide grin swept across his face.
"Boys!" He exclaimed.
"Captain!" The Ginyu Force cried as they ran towards their leader and he ran towards them. The five members of the Ginyu Force leapt at each other, crashing together in a giant group hug. They jumped up and down, cheering and singing excitedly with tears of joy streaming down their faces while Frieza and his group watched the scene in disbelief.
"Seven…" Dodoria uttered, staring down at the Junior. "Did you… do that?"
"They seem happier now, right?" Number Seven smiled as he watched the scene.
"Yeah…" Dodoria nodded. "They do."
Frieza stared down at Number Seven in awe.
"So… you went all the way to Earth, risking your very existence, just to reunite the Ginyu Force with their captain?" He questioned.
"Well… when you put it like that… yeah." Number Seven nodded. "I guess I did." He looked up at Frieza sheepishly. "You're not mad at me, are you…?"
"Mad…?" Frieza repeated. "… I'm furious!"
Number Seven's eyes widened as Frieza advanced on him. "Are you seriously telling me that you were actually on Earth and you didn't even attempt to find the dragonballs? You could have used them to revive all of us, you stupid little brat!" Frieza screamed.
"But…" Number Seven stammered. "But what about the Ginyu Force?"
"To hell with the Ginyu Force!" Frieza roared. "Who cares about them! What about us! We'll never get a chance like that again – I can guarantee you didn't behave yourself on Earth, did you?"
"Well, I… I didn't mean to scare people…" Number Seven mumbled.
"But you did, didn't you?" Frieza hissed. "Just how much damage did you cause, Seven? Because however much it was, I can guarantee your little vacation on Earth has made the guards remove whatever tunnel you used to escape! We'll never get out of here now, thanks to you! You have destroyed our one chance to return to life!" He glared down at the boy, his eyes glowing menacingly. "You are going to pay for this, Number Seven!"
"Frieza, please!" Number Seven cried. He turned to Cell. "Papa – you're not mad, right?"
"Of course I'm mad!" Cell screamed, for once siding with Frieza. "You could have found the dragonballs and brought us back to life! And you could have still used your other wishes to bring the Ginyu Force back too – you could have helped all of us, Seven!"
"Oh…" Number Seven mumbled, his cheeks darkening slightly. "I… I never thought of that…"
"You idiot!" Cell wailed, powering up. "You are going to get such a beating!"
"Me first, Cell!" Frieza snarled.
"No way!" Cell argued. "He's my son, and me punishing him is long overdue!"
"You don't know how to punish him!" Frieza hissed.
"I can try!" Cell barked.
As Frieza and Cell argued over who was going to punish Number Seven first, the Cell Junior watched them nervously with a worried look on his face.
"Psst!" Dodoria crouched down next to Number Seven, grabbing the boy's attention. "Listen… I know Lord Frieza and your papa don't see it this way, but that was a really good thing you did." He smiled. "I'm proud of you, Seven."
"Thanks, Uncle Dodoria." Number Seven smiled back. "Can you protect me from them?"
"Ha! No way!" Dodoria laughed. "I'm not suicidal! Good luck, Kid." He made his way back into the capsule house, leaving Number Seven to get the biggest punishment he had ever had in his life.
