Redemption's Side

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z and all its characters © Akira Toriyama, BIRD STUDIO/SHUEISHA, TOEI Animation. Licensed by FUNimation Production, Ltd. All Rights Reserved

Disclaimer 2: All fictional character © Eileen Ayling Setiawan (author) and any aliases she assumes (H-san, Hina-chan, etc…)

Author's Note: This takes place after the first part of Masshiro na Yuki: Pure White Snow, my fanfiction about Kinoko, the female Saiya-jin. It's a filler of sorts.

Author's Note 2: This was inspired by vege-chan from deviantArt. Go visit her!!

Author's Note 3: I made an allusion to Ouran Koukou in this chapter. :D Wheee!


HIS SIDE

Chapter Eleven: The Football Team


Cell's Fighting Ability, part two: In this chapter, Cell unleashes a can of whoop-ass on a group of jocks. These jocks were actually similar to the jocks that he had earlier fought and killed when he was Imperfect Cell all those years ago. However, because he is much weaker now, he has a lot of trouble fighting them. During the fight, however, he does hold his own. Can you guess which power he unleashes during this moment?


Cell walked through the hallways, wanting to get back to Hell, literally. He did have fun amusing himself with Home Economics and Chemistry, but what he had to put up with was ridiculous. He wanted to rip them to shreds, but unfortunately, he lacked the power to do so. As he hitched up his bag and continued walking, he felt his bag get jerked back, along with himself.

Before Cell fell, he whirled around; whacking whatever had grabbed him away. He came face-to-face with a red-shirted, raven-haired bulking teenager, who stared down at him like a bull to a Matador.

"You've been insulting my girlfriend?" he asked, pushing Cell in the shoulder.

Cell stared at him, as cold as always.

"By girlfriend you mean that dumb blonde with the IQ of 3?" replied Cell.

"Like that! You've been insulting her like that, huh?" The teenager pushed Cell two more times.

Cell sighed, turning around, one hand holding onto the strap of his bag. "I haven't got time for this," he said dismissively, about to walk away.

"Good!" said Jaena's voice in his ear. "Walk away. It's much better than –"

Jaena stopped, looking forward as three white-shirted teenagers, as bulky as the red-shirted one, blocked Cell's trail.

"Oh, I see," said Cell, his arms now at his sides as Jaena sighed miserably. "Idiots work in packs," he commented, seeing as two more white-shirted teenagers came either side of him.

"III'm outta here…" said Jaena, disappearing from Cell's shoulder.

"Grr, I'll get you for insulting my girl!" retorted the quarterback, cracking his knuckles. He lumbered towards Cell, his bulky arms going out as if to grab him.

Cell, his back still to the quarterback, turned his head to him.

"Too slow," commented Cell, bending low and jumping up, back flipping over the quarterback.

He planted both hands on the quarterback's shoulders, leg digging in the niche of his back and falling backward. As Cell hit the floor, the quarterback parallel to him, Cell kicked with the leg in his back, sending the quarterback flying towards his team as Cell got to his feet. The quarterback looked at Cell in shock, unbelieving that this small fry could pick up someone as big as him. Cell cracked his neck from side-to-side, and then cracked his knuckles as he motioned his head in a taunt for more.

"Get him!" yelled the quarterback to his team mates. They responded by rushing towards him, their backs hunched as if they were getting into a scrum.

Cell sidestepped their one-tracked advances, grabbing the one to the side from the collar and throwing him towards their "leader". The team member and the quarterback collided with an "ooph". From behind, one member grabbed Cell, his arms hooked underneath Cell's arms. Cell smirked, reaching around and grabbing the teenager behind his collar as he bent down, pulling him over and causing him to collide with the floor. The teenager, winded, lay on the floor. Cell looked to the rest of the team mates who advanced once again. Cell's face twisted into a grin as he charged similarly at them. As the first came, Cell hit him with a punch to the face, causing him to sprawl onto a team mate behind him. From behind, another tried to attack. Cell used the momentum from his last punch to swing back, hitting him in the jaw. He then grabbed the same member and Judo-threw him to the floor. Standing to his full height, he smirked at the quarterback who stared at him, infuriated.

"HUDDLE!" he yelled, his team coming back to him.

Cell rolled his eyes. "Humans…" he mumbled.

"DOG PILE!!" he then heard.

Cell looked to them as they all charged at once. Before Cell could respond, two grabbed him from the side, pinning him against the wall. Others then formed a kind of wall around both Cell and the quarterback, who was giving him a haughty look.

"I'll teach you!" he yelled, punching Cell in the stomach.

A wave of pain swept over Cell's body as he clenched his teeth, preventing him from crying out in pain, a natural response to human pain. Another punch had Cell doubling over, gasping for air.

This idiot will pay… was the only thought going through Cell's mind as the quarterback continually punched Cell in the stomach, over and over and over. He barely even noticed when the quarterback stopped, interrupted as someone jumped on his shoulder, wrapping her legs around his neck and back flipping, bringing him down.

Cell did notice, however, when his body was dropped to the floor, the football team running away.

"That was close," came her voice through the haze.

Cell looked up, seeing Aisu smiling down at him.

"You okay?" she asked, bending down just as close as previously they were in the hall.

"Fine," he growled, standing and clutching his stomach.

She handed him his bag, which he had dropped during the "dog pile". He snatched it, walking down the hall. After about five steps, his legs gave way. Just as he fell on one knee, Aisu grabbed his arm, pulling him.

"Suuuuuure…" she muttered, dragging him to the infirmary.

He saw her roll her eyes and heard her muttering something about 'male bravado'.


At the Infirmary, Aisu handed him a pamphlet. Cell looked at it, one hand grabbing it whilst the other clutched an ice pack to his gut.

"It's got all the clubs in it. You can pick whatever gets your interest," she explained. She then sighed, looking outside.

"Well," she began. "Gotta go. My Club's probably going to "give me a new ass hole" as you put it." She giggled.

He looked away, pushing his knees into his chest to hold the ice pack there without actually holding it. She bent down, patting him lightly on the head, and then stood up straight, walking to the door.

"Ja ne!" she farewelled, waving her hand up high without turning around. She then disappeared through the door.

Sighing, Cell looked at the pamphlet, flipping through it. The first few pages dealt with the Sports-related Clubs. He read through them, looking bored.

American Football Club, Hockey Club, Kickboxing Club, Spelunking Club… he read. He stopped at a club called the Fighters Club, reading:

"The Fighters Club was formed at the same time as the reintroduction of the Tenkaichi Budoukai. It pays homage to the greatest fighters of all, including the Saviour of the World, Hercule Satan. Videl Satan, alumni of Orange Star High and daughter of Mr. Satan, was once a member of The Fighters Club."

Heh, and here I thought you could actually fight people… he thought, closing the pamphlet just as the nurse came into the office.

"Your matron will probably be coming in a few minutes," she explained. "Are you okay? Not beaten too bad I hope."

"Fine," he answered bluntly.

The nurse nodded, and then looked to the pamphlet in his hands.

"Ah, wanting to join a Club, eh?" she asked, giving him a smile.

Cell looked to her, then down at the pamphlet.

"No, I –"

"I can help you, you know? I know all the organisers of the Clubs. Why don't you come see me and we'll get it sorted?" she asked.

Cell opened his mouth to retort, but was interrupted by Jaena, or really Janet's, voice.

"That would be splendid!" she said from behind the nurse.

The nurse turned, surprised. She then smiled and bowed.

"Ah, nice to meet you Ms Harvington!" she exclaimed.

Janet nodded. "Thankyou so much for looking after Seru-kun! He can be a handful! You know, he used to run around the orphanage naked!" exclaimed Janet, laughing.

The nurse laughed also. "Ah, my son also. They grow up so fast, you think?"

"Oh definitely," nodded Jaena, feigning sadness. "Well," began Jaena. "I best get Seru-kun home. He must be aching from whatever he's been through."

The nurse nodded, bowing at Jaena, then smiled to Cell and left. As Jaena came in, she smiled wryly at the expression on his face.

"Naked around the orphanage?!" he hissed.

Jaena shrugged. "I need to make some childhood memories you know."

Cell growled, grabbing his bag and standing up, throwing the ice pack in the corner. He stalked out of the room, Jaena following him out with an amused grin.


Already in his apartment, he was met with plastic bags full of white containers.

"What's this?" he asked, pointing.

"Food," replied Jaena, taking out said containers and placing them on the table in her "Janet Harvington" form. "For an afternoon snack and dinner. You're hungry, right?"

Cell went silent, staring at Jaena with a blank look. She grinned in victory, and then turned to walk to the back of the kitchen.

"Did you know we have a pantry back here?" she asked. Cell walked towards the kitchen, seeing a door hidden behind the fridge to the back of it.

"And?" asked Cell, disinterested as he walked back to the table and opened a white container, seeing an assortment of rice, vegetables and meats.

"There're tonnes of stuff in here, including… hey, what is this?"

Cell looked up, eyes going wide as he saw Jaena holding a chainsaw in her hands. She shrugged, walking back inside and putting it back. Cell's eyes shifted left and right, his eyes falling on the couch. Maybe that was blood…

Shrugging it off, he picked up the utensils that came with the food and started eating. As he was halfway through the meal, he felt her on his shoulder. He turned.

"When did you –"

"Hellooo? Ogress bestowed with gifts from Yama-sama himself?" she said, waving her small hands around as if emphasising that fact. "I can go in and out of this form at will. Although after two hours it's automatic."

"Uh-huh…" answered Cell, turning back to his food.

After much silence, with Cell filling the human need to eat, Jaena suddenly spoke: "I got you a job."

Cell stopped chewing, eyes slowly turning towards the ogress, who grinned at him from where she sat.

"What?" he asked, as if he had not heard her.

"I got you a –"

"I know what you said!" he retorted, standing up as she floated off his shoulders, avoiding getting knocked off-balance. "Why? I don't need a –"

"On the contrary!" interrupted Jaena, motioning around. "Your apartment definitely needs some fixing up! And you need money for food, transport, rent and clothes. I've used most of the money Yama-sama gave us from the Other World storeroom."

"Storeroom? What storeroom?"

"Well, when people die, we get the money that was on them. Although that's rare, cause most of the deaths are either in bed or involved getting money taken from them."

Cell sighed in frustration.

"The place is good though," reassured Jaena. "Good people, good pay, good name too!"

Cell glared at Jaena.

"It's called BMXpress," she added, as if that was going to help the situation.

"I hate you!" he growled, hands shaking at his sides.

She laughed, almost nervous, and then disappeared in a flash. Cell, standing in his school uniform in his kitchen, yelled in aggravation.


Read backwards to get the answer to Cell's Fighting Ability: ATEGEV