Yo! Son Goku and friends! Cell Saga (Chapter 5)
Triceratops King
The fields were a lush and quiet existence. There weren't many people around in the area but a small settlement of exactly three houses and a large silo broke up the ecosystem. Surrounding the encampment were high stalks of corn forming almost a natural barrier of sorts. A woman looked out into the corn as she felt a rumbling beneath her feet, a greyish hound yipping next to her, his nose aimed at the commotion.
"Roof! Wouff!"
The woman raised a brow as the rumbling, earthquake-like sensation rocked the area. Soon enough she could see what was causing it. A man flung the door open to one of the three humble homes and yelled:
"What the hell is that racket!?"
The woman threw up her hands in defeat.
"You think I know? Looks like gosh-darned dinosaurs!"
The man got off the porch and walked over next to the woman with a deep frown on his face, his whiskery mustache perturbed at the disturbance. The rumbling went on for seconds which felt like hours until:
DOMDOMDOMDOMDOMDOMFWAFFDOMDOMDOMkkkkkkkkkkkkk~
A veritable tribe of Triceratops dinosaurs crashed into the village, mowing down the cornstalk barricade in no time at all. A strange humanoid led the pack of the four legged critters. It had brown plate all over it like armour, it still clearly was a Triceratops, but it seemed to be somewhat humanlike, standing over the pack on two legs all the same.
"Whut?" The man asked, scratching his beaten up, sunstained, scraggly mess of hair.
"This is a nice little villa you have here."
"Who… are… you?" The woman asked, her dog frothing out the mouth with barks before the dino-man spoke again.
"I am The Triceratops King. I've need to spread my empire and lick our wounds. This looks like as good a place as any."
"But… we settled here first."
"Did you?" The King smiled like a bastard, walking forward and examining the small estate. "Huh. Well to me, just like any other animal, it looks like you just decided to build a nest wherever you saw fit."
"That's what everyone does!"
"Exactly. Who're you to say that me and my people are not allowed here? Do you have a policy against outsiders or…" He looked the pair up and down with a devilish smile. "Are you just prejudiced?"
"What are you sayin'!?"
"I'm calling you racists, but I see that the nuance might be lost on you."
"There's not enough space for you here."
"Is there?" He asked with a low tilt of his large armoured head. "Is there really?"
The pair stood there, stark and staring as the large man waved in the Triceratops.
"I'm not a bigot so I'm going to leave your little venue alone but I'm definitely not going to stop looking for where to settle my people. So if it just so happens to be your abnormally large corn stalk I guess it'll have to be your abnormally large corn stalk."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Are you going to stop me?" He asked plainly, marching past the pair as his pack followed him. "Didn't think so!" He shouted as he and his crew stampeded through the crops, flattening them in no time, marching into the forest with a bright smile.
Raditz
"How do you see yourself being a benefit to this company?"
"Well I'm a hard worker and have been at the bottom many times. I aim to work my way up and establish strong connections on my way to the top. I work well with others and am very healthy, unlike other workers I most certainly won't be needing sick days."
"Hmm… How can you be so sure of this?"
"Erm~" The Saiyan struggled to find the words without saying it matter-of-factly.
"See?" Bulma titled her glasses down and eyed Raditz from across the counter. "You can't just bring up your Saiyan heritage as a benefit."
"Gah~"
"I know that it Is. But that's not necessarily something that applies especially if you're getting an office job and not construction or something."
"Hah~" He let out a stress sigh.
"A statement about your performance that would be more pertinent would be something along the lines of… 'I maintain a steady and routine exercise program every week so I understand the dedication it takes to build something'. You did good though, you're getting much better at this."
"Earth's civilisation is really tedious. Working with The Cold Estate they just told you to go beat up on some planet, you hopped in your pod then beat em' up, no runarounds."
Another uneventful 2 years had passed. Age 768
Raditz got up from the stool in the loft and cracked his neck as a little toddler walked over to him and pointed with declaration.
"Big hair poopie!"
"Bruh."
Trunks dashed out onto the balcony as Raditz shook his head and made his way down the steps of the loft, walking past various employees and staff, robots and the like.
"Hi Raditz!"
"Hey, Puar."
He finished the staircase, dipping and juking around the many employees as he made his way to the garage. Dr. Brief sat toying away under a nicely maintained vehicle on a sliding apparatus.
"Yo! Brief! My car done yet?"
"Almost…"
Fixing machinery is what Dr. Brief loves the most, it always seems to bring back a simpler time. The Doctor recalls a memory from long ago, even before his daughter was born.
Brief
Four young men sat in a dimly lit basement of a rural home. The room was hotboxed to the brim with smoke from a blunt, scattered papers and designs were posted all over the walls.
Everyone is young once. This is the story of Dr. Brief's time meeting three rambunctious, inspired, and incredibly monstrously intelligent individuals at The West City College's Department of Science and Engineering. 20 years old.
"Hurry up man, shit." A man with beep black slicked back hair commanded with a wave of the hand as Brief coughed out a puff of smoke. "Sheesh." He said with a smile as the long blue haired man had a fit.
The best word to describe him would be Spiteful. Soon to be self-proclaimed Doctor Kochin. His moniker after the events at West City College would be that of the 'Demonic Scientist'. Brilliant man with a lot of hate in his heart. 31 years old.
"Relax, Brief, that shit ain't gonna kill ya."
The highest and most raw IQ of the four. Wheelo entered college at 15 due to good grades and smart usage of his time and picking the right electives. He was still young, and very impressionable, looking to prove himself to those he saw as peers and betters. 17 years old.
"Is that~ heff~" Brief called out. "What you're working on?"
The last man in the room had a silky and immaculately well maintained brown mane of hair. It came halfway down to his back and tied in a hippie half knot. He toiled away on a sketch on the wall, it was a large alien-like creature with wings.
"Looks wicked." Brief congratulated with a forceful pat on the back, coughing out the rest of the gas.
A man interested in big things, highly driven. He was going to graduate with Brief and go his own way. Doctor Gero. 20 years old.
"Did you boys know that cockroaches can survive a nuclear explosion?" Gero said without batting an eye, still sketching in the roughs of the humanoid insect creature he drew on the canvas.
"Not at all." Brief answered quickly, fixing his glasses and blinking a few times as he eyed the piece.
"Come on Gero, that was completely disproven. Cockroaches are only about 5 or so more times resistant than humans. They'll survive a little bit longer but they still get nuked. Phu~ " Kochin answered with a petty sounding call out, rolling his eyes and passing the blunt.
Wheelo grabbed it and hit a toke, letting out a short breath of smoke that resulted in multiple rings. He giggled at the passtime.
"Even if that were true, they can't survive without an ecosystem, cockroaches are scavengers so the only meal they could have is shit that's laden with nuclear chemicals in the aftermath."
"I didn't know that." Gero spoke softly, eyes locked onto his drawing as it started to come into its own.
Wheelo presented the ish but Gero declined, shaking his head no at the offer so it went right back to Brief.
"Aheh~" Wheelo coughed out scratching the top of his buzzed head. "Didn't you say you were having a baby?"
"Yes." He answered with a genuine smile, finally turning away from the sketch and swiveling his chair around to make eye contact with Wheelo. "Me and my better half were thinking of naming him Gebo."
"That's awesome!" Wheelo answered spiritedly, smiling wide with his bright whites.
Gero chuckled to himself, scratching at his stubble before turning around and getting right back to his artistic endeavor.
"You're pretty young though, you sure you'll manage?"
"Hehhh~" Gero sighed out genuinely at Wheelo's prodding.
"He's got a point you know, getting more expensive every year to have a baby. Gotta pay for college too."
"20's is really young for a kid isn't it?" Wheelo asked with a raised brow, leaning back into the leather couch as Kochin handed him the blunt. "Thanks. Fffff~ Phew~"
"It's only ever going to get harder financially but humans are supposed to breed young. You can't wait until your 30's. Each year increases the chance of birth defects. Smart choice, Gero."
"Nah, the condom definitely broke."
"Ohh~" Kochin stifled out a laugh. "My condolences."
"We'll make it work somehow."
"..." Brief accepted the last bit of the roll up, smoking it to nothing but a nub. "Phuuu~ Eh! Eh! Eh!"
"Haha-haaa~" Wheelo laughed as Brief coughed up a lung. "Don't chuff it down all at once man, damn!"
Brief smiled as he let out the rest.
"What about you, Kochin? You should be getting married yourself, you don't have too many years now."
"Please. I don't have time for women, I only have time for research and my degree. I already wasted some of my golden years before I even got to this stupid university. I don't need to waste any more time or money on someone who wouldn't understand."
Brief said nothing, only shrugging his shoulders and fixing his thick framed glasses. Wheelo looked down at the ground dejectedly before meeting the eye contact of Brief.
"What about you, bro? I seen you looking at that cutie in the library."
Brief blinked briefly, looking behind himself and pointing at his chest, making a show of it.
"Me?"
"Yes, you, stupid." He laughed, throwing a newspaper at the man's head.
Brief laughed too as it made contact, he scratched his head in the aftermath, thinking about it.
"I don't know. There's no way she'd like guys like me. She's way too pretty."
"Can't think like that." Kochin chimed in. "Look, women like it when a man takes charge. You gotta think you're the shit even if you don't believe it."
"But how would I even do that?"
"Confidence." Gero spoke, finally taking his eyes away from the piece.
"..?"
"It's not necessarily about being so confident. Just be comfortable and brave. If that's not enough then move on, no harm done."
Brief took off his glasses, wiping them off on his West City University hoodie, a bright white with a blue logo on the front.
"What's the worst that can happen, bruh?" Wheelo smirked. "Oh no, I have a loving wife and kids. What a tragedy."
"I can think of a couple things worse." Kochin said as he shook his head and laughed at the dumb joke.
"Ta-Da~" Gero sing-songed valiantly. "It's finished."
"Oh wow." Brief commented as he leaned in.
"So this is what you're gonna try and accomplish?"
"I mean I hope so." Gero replied as he sunk back into the swivel chair. "It'd be nice if I could create an organic artificial life form. First in history that's not a through and through robot."
"It's wild." Wheelo said with wide, starry eyes. "What's its name? A thing like this has to have a badass name, right?"
"You're right… I hadn't thought that far ahead."
The four men stared deeply onto the canvas. Brief tilted his glasses slightly, raising his hand awkwardly like he were in class.
"Could I name it?"
"Sure, I don't care. It doesn't even exist yet so~ go for it!"
"How about..."
Cell
KRSH!
The long cylindrical green tube smashed open, glass flying everywhere.
A tall and regal creature climbed out of the prison, green liquid sloshed out onto the metal floor, draining off the sides of the railing and down into the unknown below. It took a sharp breath through its mouth. It was overall very humanoid in appearance. Its black wings shuttered and fluttered, flinging the goo off of its back in a dramatic display. The creature put its fleshy white hands together and stretched them outward providing a sizable crack. Afterwards it rotated its black bug-like shoulders in a roll, flexing its back. It looked down at its green forearms, admiring the black spots on them.
"Fantastic." Gero stated as he took steps backward.
"Hello Father." The green creature bowed to Gero, taking a kneeling stance and placing its right arm over its shiny black chest.
Kochin gazed at the newborn creature before turning his attention to the compass again.
"We have work to do."
"Get up, Cell."
The bug creature stood up tall in response to Gero's command. It stood far above both of the scientists and looked at the many computers and mechanisms littering the facility.
"Do you remember your protocol, Cell?"
"Of course father. You need my help to find the Dragon Balls. We will then use them to wish your colleague Doctor Wheelo to life."
"Marvellous work, Gero. Now you!" He pointed to Cell accusatory. "Your first job is to kill that dragon guarding the nearest, Dragonball."
Kochin brandished the radar and Cell took a careful look at the orange blip. Cell took the device in his hands with confidence and smiled genuine.
"I'll get it done right away Doctor Kochin."
"We'll be coming after you, so wait for us when you've completed your mission." Kochin stated as he wheeled open the door.
Cell nodded and took gallant strides out into the long dark corridor. He walked for a while under the drained neon lights that sparsely illuminated the hallway. Kochin and Gero filed behind Cell. Cell looked to the lights with wonder, touching and feeling them as he passed. There was a bit of warmth to them. The creature eventually reached the end which led to a bunker door facing the sky. Kochin typed a few things into a keypad on the left side and the shutters opened up.
De-dee! SKF! Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!
There was a long droning sound as the doors revealed the sky. Cell exited quickly before the doors fully opened and looked at the blue beyond in front of him in wonder. The white pasty formations in the sky caught his attention.
"Wow." He was taken aback.
"It's just the sky, Cell."
"Of course, Father." He said dejectedly in response.
"Go on now, Cell, you have a job to do."
"Yes Doctor."
Cell floated up to the sky, looked at the radar and then blasted off after it completed a rotation.
"Shoot, I hope I'm going the right way." Cell mused as he peered at the green scanlines, scratching the top of his black dome.
Giran
The place was huge, a massive, sprawling mansion with many reservoirs of water and streams falling down all around them. Tasteful vines carved into and wrapped around large statues of chubby and muscular dragons that littered the estate. The marble finish on all of the monuments and the ecosystem surrounding it gave the courtyard a regal and simultaneously natural feel. The place was banging with low BPM music as dragons that resembled Giran blew bubbles, splashed around and lived it up lavishly.
The money from The 25th Tenkaichi Budokai set Giran for a long while. 5 million Zeni added on top of the penny-pinching he did with his well financed job working construction finally paid off.
"Mister Giran." A woman with a white fur coat and waiter's table motioned to the blue dragon in blue robes.
"What is it?"
"Well uhh, it would appear the guards were not able to stop a certain visitor intent on speaking with you." She pointed matter-of-factly at a distinctly bug-looking humanoid as it entered the courtyard with wonderment.
"Wow…" Cell called out, his excitement mounting as he came across the beautiful villa. "This is absolutely remarkable."
"Whoa' you?" Giran questioned sternly, almost appearing out of nowhere as the two stood opposite on the marble steps.
"Are you the owner of this wonderful..?"
"Palace."
"Yes. It's…" Cell's eyes glazed over in deep respect and acknowledgement. "Completely marvellous."
"I heard you got past the guards. So what do you want?" He continued gruffly.
"Oh yes."
Chwuick! Beep! Beep! Beep!
"This is a… Dragon Radar."
"Heh~" He laughed out a bit as the other dragons gathered around. "Works pretty good I guess."
"..? Is that a joke?"
"...What?" Giran raised a genuine brow.
"Oh! It was~ Hah-huh-hah!"
"What a weirdo…" Giran kept to himself as he furrowed his brow at the new green inhabitant trespassing in his abode.
"No, sir, this Dragon Radar is for finding the location of the Dragon Balls."
"Damn, I didn't know it was like that." Giran joked, which got the whole squad laughing.
"Hah-huh-hah~" Cell laughed along strangely, trying to keep in line with the rest of the group.
Giran shook his head and let his shades catch onto his regal white horn.
"So what the fuck are you really here for?"
"Uh… I told you. The Dragon Balls."
"The Dragon Balls?"
"Yes. Just one of them though."
"Bruh I'm not letting you take one of my nuts."
"..."
"..."
"Oh! Hah-huh-hah! You thought I meant your genitalia! Huh-hah-hah!"
"What the hell..? Were you born yesterday, Smart Ass?"
"No. I was born today!" Cell answered with full confidence, boasting his sleek black chest high into the sky and putting his hands on his hips.
"Look, I ain't got time for this shit." Giran responded as he put back on his slick black shutter shades. "You're not even supposed to be here so Ima' just let you off with a warning this time."
"Sir?"
"What!?"
"My life's purpose is to find the Dragon Balls. I don't know exactly what they look like but they are 7 magic spheres with stars on them. I need to find all 7."
"Oh shit…"
Snapp!
"Alexi!"
Soon enough, a purple haired woman with wild and wacky high volume hair walked out into the courtyard wearing a skintight hot pink spandex suit, the 3 star Dragon Ball in plain view of Cell.
"Oh~" He raised a brow and smiled wide.
"Is this what you're looking for?"
"Yes! Yes please!" Cell almost shouted in his hype, extending out his hand."
Fwush!
Giran swiped the ball fast and held it in front of Cell face tantalisingly.
"Well it's mine. Looks nice on the bedframe too so I'd like to keep it."
"Is there any way I could convince you to give it to me?"
Giran looked at the sky and properly pondered before he said:
"Ah-haa~ You pay for the bills for the next year and it's all yours."
"Bills?"
"You know, electricity, water, the works." He said as he motioned a wave of the hand over the stunning vista.
"Oh. No, sorry I can't do that."
"So you a broke boy then?"
"I… guess..?"
"What do you mean I guess?"
"I was born only a while ago sir. I don't have anything. I couldn't help you with that."
"Heh." He laughed out heartily, a billow of smoke shooting out of his nostrils. "I'll be damned. This guy's a nutcase."
"Is there any way I could get it without paying?"
"Nah."
"Sir."
"WHAT!?" He finally snapped, his yellow dragon eyes piercing into Cell's soul.
"I need that ball."
"I don't really care, I found it, it's mine."
Giran started to walk down the marble steps towards the front door, onlookers intrigued by the strange bug-man.
"Sir, I'm... going to have to resort to violence if you won't give me what I want." Cell declared as he pointed at the ground in the least intimidating way possible.
"Wow!" Giran shouted loudly. "The balls on this guy! Born not yesterday but today and he thinks he can take the Dragon Ball from a Tenkaichi tournament winner! I just might have to oblige!"
"A what..? Tournament?"
"Only the biggest and most prestigious martial arts tournament under the heavens, Bug-Boy. Alexi!"
Alexi clapped and then caught the Dragon Ball as Giran took off his bath robes.
Fwoush!
The large dragon flexed and motioned towards the not-so-aggressive aggressor.
"Well come on. If you want the Dragon Ball, you can't just stand there all day, Chicken Shit."
Cell cleared his throat and walked through the courtyard before they settled on having the contest in the back, a glorious vista next to a sprawling cave with a waterfall on each side, four dragon statues marking the fighting area with stairs leading out and to the mansion.
Cell VS Giran
Objective: Acquire the Dragon Ball!
The two men stood across from each other, waiting for their opportunity as water flowed here and there around their ankles. There was a long moment before Giran spoke.
"Hey uhh, don't you know it's customary as the challenger to let the defender land a free hit?"
"Oh! No, I didn't know that. I'm sorry." Cell said with a smile on his face as he walked over.
"Whoa~" Giran put his hand out, Cell stopping on a dime a few steps away from him. "Not that close."
"How are you gonna hit me?"
He really asked that.
"I got something in mind." "Is this guy for real..?" Giran couldn't keep it together, busting a gut laughing before coughing to straighten himself out.
"What's so funny?" Cell asked genuinely, holding out a starry smile.
"Nothin', is nothin'. Just uhh~ thanks for abiding by the rules of engagement."
"No problem sir." Cell replied with a big, child-like thumbs up.
Giran cocked his mouth back, gathering a mass of substance in it before firing, shooting out a tangy pink mound of gum at Cell.
"Wahh~" Cell yelped as the strange goo impacted his frame. "Oh. It's not so bad."
"Haw-haw-haw! What the hell!?"
"What?"
"You really just let me do that to you, haw-haw-haw!" Giran was absolutely bursting at the seams laughing as he fell onto his ass and splashed around on the water.
"What do you mean? That was part of the rules, was it not?"
"No-ho! You're just too gullible to realise it!"
"Oh. I was played for a fool…"
"Haw-haw-haw!"
"I'll get you back for this!" Cell stated as he attempted to leave his slimy pink prison. "Errr! Hah! Hyah! Huh. It's not working."
"That's because it's my Merry-Go-Round-Gum. It's too strong for a punk like you to break out of."
Try as he might, and he did try, Cell could not remove the Merry-Go-Round-Gum.
"Very well." Cell said matter-of-factly. "I'll just have to beat you with my legs."
"Sure thing, Tough Guy." Giran mocked as he entered a fighting stance, his wings spreading and flapping harshly, causing a ripple in the ankle deep water, lily pads floating away from the two fighters.
"Okay so…" Cell thought to himself as Giran barreled towards him at blinding speeds. "How do I… fight..?"
WHOKK!
"WHOAAA~" The various onlookers of humans and dragons alike bellowed as their party host slammed a haymaker of a right hand onto the bug's strange V-shaped head. Cell crashed right onto the cliff face next to the house, bouncing off the rocks and splashing onto the water again as he rebounded.
Whomp~KrrrrOKK! Slashhhhhhh~
"Ouch~" Cell grunted with a bit of sass, seeing stars from the powerful blow.
SLUOUSHHH~ Fwuof-Fwaf-Fwuf~
Giran stalled high into the air and peered down at Cell who stood up pretty normally all things considered.
"Maybe he really is a tough guy…"
FOOSH!
With a flap of his wings, Giran blasted out of the sky and towards the ground like a bullet, barely missing Cell's head by a fraction as the bug-man dipped low just in time.
"Wow~ That was pretty close."
Giran sharpened his brow and committed to a full swing, his large tail causing an intimidating hiss as it cut the wind just short of his target. Cell backstepped just in time, eyes wide at the power the blue dragon possessed.
"Man. Maybe this wasn't the smartest idea." Cell thought out loud before his foe rushed him.
"You think!?"
KOMM! Bu-Bom-Buh-Bamp!
The elbow bunt launched Cell across the courtyard and into the white tanning chairs on the other side, spilling drinks and forcing partygoers out of their seats.
"Heyyy~" A girl whined, sticking out her tongue at the bug-man aggressively.
"Watch it!"
"Sorry." He answered in a still rather chipper voice.
"You're gonna have to start fighting back if you actually want to win, Bug-Boy."
"Sorry, I don't have any martial arts training so I'm at a loss for how I'm supposed to attack." He said plainly, miming some low-level kicks with poor torque.
"Like I care." Giran mocked as he lunged forward regardless.
Cell weaved under, ducking low and moving past as Giran's big claw marked the wall.
Klomm!
Giran managed to avoid too much property damage and chased down his foe as the bug-man made his way back to the water.
Slash-Slosh-Sluss~
"Whoa~" Cell ooed and awed as Giran threw punch after punch, missing and slipping off the gummy substance and his own natural head movement. Cell's eyes seemed to glaze over and scan almost like machines, he ran the numbers on how Giran was striking with his hands. Cell came to the conclusion that the big beast punched downward frequently, both because he was tall and because he had a lot of weight that helped power up that type of attack angle. "I see…" Cell said aloud as he backstepped off the water, it parting with an elegant grace.
"Get back here!" Giran shouted. "How is he doin' this so easy?"
Cell slipped a three-piece backwards, going up the few steps that led back to the outside of the mansion, onlookers following their battle closely.
"Wow." Alexi said as she polished the Dragon Ball with a white cloth. "He's not doin' too bad."
Giran looked to force the issue with a low leg sweep using his tail. The wind snapped harshly as the blue dragon spun like a top, whipping his massive beastly tail at Cell's ankles.
"Whoa!" Cell yelped with a laugh as he hopped just in time over the tail. He smiled and looked at Giran. "That could have been-"
WHAMM!
During the followthrough of the gyration, Giran stuck out a backhand and smashed it on his foe's nose, sending him packing. Cell whirled through the air and broke through the last two pillars on the end of the compound, white dusty chalk and debris flying everywhere from the hit.
DOMPDOMTOMMTOMTOMPPDOMP!
Giran stampeded forward like a wild animal hunting down wounded prey. Cell was laying down and folded like a burrito before he stuck his head out the goo and noticed Giran running batshit crazy.
"Uh oh."
Whup. WHOKK! THUMM! Krrrockle!
Giran set him up with a light left leg to toss him into the air and then finished the job with a weighty superman punch using a right hand to propel Cell towards the back gate. Cell carved right through the stone and landed in the middle of the road, cars peeled out on both sides as they tried to avoid the strange amalgamation of pink and green.
"Oww~ that one hurt…" He grunted as he attempted to stand up, shaky.
He was definitely feeling it now.
Giran walked forward with swagger before realising just how close a huge speeding truck was to hitting him. Cell took the impact and rolled over the truck.
"Oh my god~" A few of the ladies looked around and whispered gossip as the dragons in the midst yelled obscenities.
"Daaaaaaaaamn!"
"He got farked." A pink dragon pointed her claw at the beat up bug-man on the pavement.
They all watched in feverish anticipation as Cell stood up tall once more.
"Phew~" Cell blinked to get the focus back into his eyes, falling forward onto his knees, trying to stand up again and make his way back to Giran.
"It's over."
"B-buh~but~" Cell stuttered. "I need to get the Dragon Balls."
"Sorry bruh, but that orange crystal is mine."
Cell crawled around before he finally got back to his feet and stood face to face with his blue dragon nemesis.
"It's... not over yet…" Cell could barely make out through heavy breaths.
"Puh~" Giran scoffed, totally taken aback. "You're outta your damn mind! I just beat your ass all around my estate, you got ran over by a car, can barely even breath and you think it ain't over? I get to call the shots around here bruh. Do you know what Supply and Demand is?"
"No." Cell smiled once more, purple trickles of blood spilling out of his mouth as he smiled. "What's that?"
"Supply and Demand is the concept of… how do I phrase it… You want something." He pointed to the Dragon Ball. "And I have it. Which means you have to abide by the rules of my market to obtain the supply. I obliged your demand for long enough bruh, get outta here." He threw his hands up defiantly and turned around.
Cell ran through the last few actions of the fight, looking for what to extrapolate from it. He scoured all of the relevant information before he came across something useful.
"Aha!" Cell shouted loudly.
The set-up kick Giran used for the superman punch.
"I can use that!" He said, eyes lit up like there were lightbulbs behind them, his smile could light the room too if it weren't already daytime.
Cell jogged spiritedly towards his ex-combatant.
"Sir! Sir!"
"I've Had Enough Of You!"
Cell smiled wide, looked at the ground as he hopped up and shifted his legs, winded back his left and absolutely crushed the bottom of Giran's jaw with it.
WHOKK!
"But I don't got hands." Cell mused aloud, looking at the pink gum around his frame for a moment. "Well this is a bust."
Whump!
Cell's attention was stolen by Giran landing on the front steps to his mansion, cracking and denting the middle of them in a dramatic display.
"Oh." He said with duck lips.
Cell walked over slowly and checked the checked out Giran.
"Sir..? I guess not."
"Outta my way!" A large screech was heard at the other side of the manor, compounded by a rain of gunfire which spooked and perturbed the guests.
"Here! Take it!" Alexi screamed as she ran for it, throwing the Dragon Ball at a breakneck pace right into the pink gum binding Cell's body.
Doungg!
Soon enough, Kochin and Gero rounded the corner of the dusted columns to Cell's left.
"Father."
"You've gathered the, Dragonball. Excellent work."
"Cell?"
"Yes, Father?"
"Why haven't you absorbed him?" Gero stated matter-of-factly, pointing at the unconscious dragon laying on the broken up white marble steps.
"Well I got the Dragon Ball, didn't I?'
"You did."
"Then why do I..?"
"It's part of your job, Cell!"
Cell swallowed harshly.
"You were created to absorb organisms and become the strongest lifeform in existence. An organic machine that learns at an impossible rate. But you can't do that unless you absorb what you've defeated."
Cell gave one last nervous look at the two doctors before his tail jived out of the pink mass and stuck Giran.
"Very good."
Vyoip~Vyoip~Vyoip~
As Cell began draining the life from the iced out Giran, he awoke suddenly, screaming bloody murder from the pain before his voice tapered off into withery old yodels, his skin loosening, muscles evaporating, blood draining. Cell had to look away at the curdling plastic baggy that was the dragon's body before it faded entirely, leaving only black shutter shades on the steps.
Kochin patted Cell on the wing, he recoiled and twitched suddenly at the touch, eyes wide in the horror.
"What's your malfunction, Cell?"
"..."
"It's Survival of the Fittest." Kochin stated. "Don't ever forget that."
Cell took a couple breaths to compose himself before tearing off the pink gum in an impressive display, flexing his muscles tight as he opened and closed his hands.
"O~kay…" He said to himself shakily.
Kami
"Ahh~" Kami calmly called out, the wind breezing hard at the apex of The Lookout. Dark clouds forming in, around, above, and below the high-up landmass.
He closed his eyes in thought and sent out a massive, sprawling wave of energy that combed the planet in a loose lap, that doubled back the other side as it touched tips on the polar opposite position from his location. Kami waited for a few minutes as the energy ran its course and finally funneled back into the sky. It hit him hard and he looked up to the sky with a flicker of doubt. Popo strolled by with arms behind his back, eyes wide at The Guardian of Earth's fierce grimace.
"Kami…"
"We are in danger, Mr. Popo."
"What are you saying, Kami?"
"I have reason to believe another threat, the likes of the Saiyans has taken root somewhere on this planet. I have nary an idea where it might be at this very moment but… I am personally not liking our odds."
"What..?"
"I get the feeling this danger is different."
"Why is that? What about it?"
"Hnnnnnmphhh~" The green god breathed in sharply through his nose before coughing and speaking again plainly. "Even though I think this might be our strongest foe yet, the reason I am nervous has nothing to do with power or strength."
The black clouds surrounding The Lookout grew in number and in volume as they started pelting the palace and trees with wet winds.
"It has to do with…" He put his index and middle finger up against his temple, creasing his brow and closing his eyes harshly in thought. "How cunning it is."
Popo said nothing back, only walking to the edge of the platform and staring down at the dark, swirling abyss below. Soon enough, a black cloud parted the black clouds, a white cat standing stark against the nightmarish colours.
Dyuuuuuuuuuuu~
The Dark Nimbus shoved the clouds aside and Korin broke though the top, hopping off the vehicle and weathering the storm with his brown staff.
"Korin. What a pleasure it is to have you here." Kami greeted with a deep bow.
"Yeah, yeah." Korin said back as he returned the favour.
"I assume you are here for..?"
"Yep." Korin replied, standing next to the green god, looking up and shielding his frame with a stomp of his staff, the rain around the two men parting and stalling instead.
"So you feel as I feel?"
Korin didn't answer with speech, just bobbing his cat head up and down a single time. Kami smiled brightly at the gesture.
"You really are a great fit."
"Can it, you ain't kicked the bucket yet."
"Who knows how many years I have left, Friend? The Room of Spirit and Time might not even be complete in my lifetime."
Korin's whiskers twitched as Popo entered the small shelter, flapping his red vest to rid it of the elements.
"That ain't what I came up here to discuss either."
"Right. That was selfish of me, my apologies."
"What do you think it is?"
"I cannot tell. It is beyond me. Just an ominous whisper on the wind. Not even loud enough to hear what it is saying."
"Well those boys figured out how to take down Frieza so this should be no problem."
"Heh-heh." Kami laughed heartily before turning his attention to Korin once more. "Did they not give you the full details? Or are you intentionally being dishonest?" He joked with a jab of his staff.
Korin smiled and looked on into the darkness.
"Look Kami, they figured out a way to subdue a juggernaut already. Maybe it wasn't them that did it, but they solved the problem with the tools they possessed. Even if this thing we're thinking of isn't a fluke, that don't matter. Our guys'll take care of it like they always do."
"Suppose a strange incident were to occur like the Saiyans then. Our own special forces unit goes down and it is up to just us?"
"Then we're fucked." Korin laughed out loudly, coaxing a similar response out of The Guardian of Earth.
"I do not disagree." He replied with a cheeky smile, the rain pelting and pouring down even harder, the palm trees almost rooting out of the soil.