Cell cocked an eyebrow and leaned back further. Orenji smiled big from ear to ear and her eyes narrowed, then she flung around and yelled "Alright Mai! We're done!"

Suddenly, lights flickered on all over the room and Cell flinched. The mirror in the back suddenly changed into a room, and the black haired Saiyan took off a pair of headphones and gave a thumbs up.

"That's thirteen minutes and twenty-six seconds in counting." Ichigo said into a microphone that echoed into the room. She opened a door and entered the room. Ichigo was wearing a Hello Kitty tank-top and white jeans, and her hair was in two pigtails that hung on either side of her head. As usual her appearance was more than natural with no accompaniment of makeup. She looked at Cell and grinned. "Yo."

"Hello." Cell said in a slight mumble, rubbing his arm again even though the pain was long gone. "You recorded this.?"

"Yep." Orenji said, leaning in close to him. "Just so you can't sue us." She winked.

"Sue.?" The word 'sue' and him didn't seem to come together, but he decided to keep quiet.

"Now!" Orenji screamed excitedly, causing both Ichigo and Cell to jump. "I think it's time for a little tour. Ichigo, you up for it?"

"Yeah, whatever." She brushed the hair out of her face.

"Okay Cell, come one, we got stuff to show you."

And they did. Cell was lead out of the lab and into the basement, then into the training hall, which was basically a long silver hallway with many tightly closed doors. Next he was shown the living room, kitchen, wet bar, closets, stairs, and the rooms. Cell couldn't help noticing that their mansion looked a lot like one of those interactive haunted houses, which gave him an idea about what went on in this place. The two lead him to a small bedroom at the end of the hall.

"This will be your room." Orenji said. Cell looked inside at what seemed to be Barbie's medieval dream home. It was dark, with a long pink bed and a large window which shown in the waxing moon. He sighed at the thought of being suppressed to this girlie room.

"Who'd this use to belong to?" He sneered. "Some kinda princesses?"

Orenji-chan suddenly became very irritable in appearance and crossed her arms over her chest, her jaw flinching. "Ex-princess." She growled.

Cell looked curious, but Ichigo tapped him on the arm and whispered. "This use to belong to Mali. Don't ask much."

He nodded and hesitantly walked into the room, his eyes moving from side to side. Orenji leaned on the door, becoming joyous again. "So you can just stay in here for right now. Tomorrow we'll begin your testing, and if you pass we can start training early. See ya in the morning." She slammed the door shut.

Cell turned, blinking, and sighed. He sat down on the bed and sniffed the air, which smelled strangely of something he couldn't quite name-sweet and smoky at the same time. He thought, for the first time all day, about what was going on. Everything. It was an awkward feeling. He had just been only a few seconds away-and he admitted it-from annihilation, then in only a split second he was one-thousand years in the future, face to face with two powerful yet dimwitted Saiyans who wanted his help. And for what? Someone or something the blonde one didn't even know the way shape or form of? Something told him this was going to be one hell of a ride.

He lay down on his back, still thinking. Did he really die in the past? Was there no way he could have come back? That was the way it felt when he got hit with Gohan's attack. Should he be grateful or something for her bringing him into the future, or.what? Was he really dead though in the past? Did his spirit travel to the next world? Were there different dimensions in time, and he soul fell in one and his physical fell in the other? There couldn't be just two dimensions, he'd known there were at least four. How many dimensions were there? A hundred? A thousand? Could some of the dimensions lead to the meaning of life, or God, or otherwise? Do other dimensions lead to past, present or future, or can they be controlled? What if dimensions are a victim of Chaos, and Order is when dimensions have to go there regular course? Then did he create Chaos on Earth by going into the future? Weren't dimensions just drawings on paper?

He closed his eyes from mental torment and drifted off.