Cell awoke with his head tilted to the side and his body strapped to an operating table. He weakly opened his eyes to blazing white lights above him and no sound except for the buzzing o electricity. A groan escaped his lips as pain from his last conscious encounter flowed through his synthetic body like blades of ice. He could move his head up just enough to look over at the corner of the room.

It was the blonde girl, standing against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. She was no longer wearing the black spandex halter- top and pants, but instead blue jeans and a pink T-shirt that had a banana and words that spelled 'Super Saiyan' on it. Her shinny yellowish hair hung freely down her shoulders and chest, and she was smirking dangerously at him.

"So," She said suddenly, not moving, "How do you feel?"

Cell paused but decided to answer her since it was obvious that there was no point in stalling. "Broken. Numb. What is this place, why did you bring me here?"

Orenji shrugged and stood back from the wall, walking towards him. "This is the Droid Lab, Ichigo-chan's work place. You've been injected with Therozene, and that's the reason you feel trashed. It's repairing your anatomy and bodily fuels. Your software almost crashed from your encounter with the Killians'."

"What were those things?"

"The Killians' were descendants from savage planets, and over time were almost completely destroyed out of misunderstanding. They are very powerful extraterrestrial beings that take the form of the common DNA that surrounds them-here they are humans-and when they are threatened they become enormous acid-covered serpents. They're harmless if you know how to tame them, but almost ninety percent lethal if treated like shit."

"If they're acidic then why could you touch them?"

"We're the only one's who can. Ichigo gives us both an anti-acid barrier vaccine that prevents physical contact but not energy or gravitational waves, such as ki blasts or the impact of a fist. Besides they trust us."

"Why?"

"Because we let them stay here. Which brings me to my point." Orenji sat down on the side of the operating table and placed her hands in her lap. "You're probably confused about why aliens are with humans, correct? It all started with you."

"Me?"

"The Cell Games. They showed humanity that aliens did exist, and began to trust them after they saved the world many times. Soon, many different races entered Earth or humans went to other planets, developed ways to survive there, and learned from eachother. There really was 'universal peace'. But sometime during the lives of the Special Forces-the Z Fighters- something happened. We don't particularly know what, but we do know that all the Z Fighters were killed along with half of the Earth's population, which the other half just seemed to go unconscious as if being preserved. All we do know is that whatever it was that did this was after the Z Fighters in particular, and we've named the massacre the 'Z Fighter Genocide'. It was an estimation of a hundred years before life began to wake up again. We can't go back in time because doing so would create a hole in time itself; for what happened during the Z Fighter Genocide was more of a physical destruction followed by a twist in the revolution of the entire universe. It was as if time stopped completely for God knows how long, but as I said the inhabitants seemed to recover again. Going back in time would be impossible and suicidal. But that's not the reason you're here. You see, I have psychic visions and I've had them all my life. Lately I've been seeing things, some terrible fate that will occur on Earth. I believe it is someone or something that is related to the Z Fighter Genocide and wants to come back for more. Whatever it is it is taking over my body and mind and making me do things that I would never do-at least I think.Anyway, my superconscious informed me that you'll fight with us-"

"Like hell I will!" He growled and she jumped. "Look, you're story's very sad, I'm sure, but if you haven't noticed this planet is my match! It's obvious I can't even flick an infant with my index finger."

Orenji fluttered her icy blue eyes at him and sighed, then smirked and bent over with both arms flat on either side of him. Her soft strands of hair lightly touched his forehead, and he shivered nervously. "Yes, that's true. For now it's true." Her voice was soft and misty. "Do you think that I really believed you'd be ready to fight something not even I can battle. We weren't born with this power, Cell, we earned it. And so will you."

"What are you talking about?"

"I know what you're made of, Cell. You're the DNA of every bad guy before your reign, and every one of them had obsessions with strength. I can make you stronger Cell, stronger than even a Killian. Would you like that?"

Cell swallowed hard. Her offer was tempting. "How do I know you're not lying?"

Orenji laughed like a power-hungry God. "It would be my pleasure to fix you up, Cell my-boy. All you have to do is join us, cooperate and help when you are needed." He turned his head to the side to stop listening, but she grasped the side of his head with her palm and turned his eyes back to hers. "We'll protect you as long as you protect us. Quid-Pro-Quo, Cell."

His eyes narrowed and he gritted his teeth. "And what if I decline?"

She paused, and her expression became life-less-like a zombie. There was an increased strength in her fingertips where she held him and he felt her energy rise. But it decreased and she shuddered. "Don't." She growled, as if she was forcing herself to remain calm. "Don't do that. This is not the time to provoke me, because I've sworn that I wouldn't hurt you if it can be avoided." All of a sudden she smiled brightly as if she was going to laugh. "But do I even have to answer that? Or are you just trying to patronize me into showing you more of my power?" He looked at her, feeling fear pass through his limbs.

"Y-You are psychic." He grinned wearily.

"No." Her eyes darkened. "I've just been tested before. And then I wasn't so clever, and I paid the price. You'd do well to be clever about this, Cell. I'm not exactly the type of person who lets you off easy; this is nonnegotiable. But I can be nice, I can be friendly and helpful; but only to those whom I can trust. It's all very simple really: accept the inevitable and join us, and we will teach you what we know. You would learn things that would warp your synthetic mind, you would be trained to fight alongside the greatest warriors on this planet, you would be feared and loved. I can promise you that. There is no crime for wanting this, we want it too, but the difference is that we have it. You can have it too. You know you want it, Cell. Just give me the word, Cell, and it's yours."

Cell felt his skin crawl. Her nails were digging into the tough table fabric of the operating table as she glared down at him, tensely waiting for an answer. He did want it. It sickened him to admit it to this girl, but he did. He was in a new world now, and the only option he had was to join them. He swallowed hard and eyed her closely.

"Orenji-chan?" He said and she smirked. He paused and sighed loudly, letting everything he ever tried to achieve waist away. "Alright. I'll join you."

Orenji's icy blue eyes shinned brightly. "And you'll fight with us?"

"Yes, I will. But only under one condition."

"What's that?"

"Get me off of this friggin' grease rack!"

"Oh." Orenji smiled innocently and reached around Cell to the metal straps. She unbuckled them easily and lifted them up, freeing the android. Cell shrugged and sat up, massaging the area on his arms where the straps held him down, and secretly wishing he could just die right there. But instead, he looked up to find Orenji standing infront of him, her energy rising with every breath. She slowly slide her hands on the table on each side of him, leaning down to meet his face, and he leaned back slightly.

"Welcome to the team, Cell. You're mine now."