The news couldn't have come at a worse time. Cell had his rear firmly planted on a red vinyl cushioned throne, with his feet propped up on a matching footrest. He looked around the throne room, taking in his surroundings. The room was decorated with elegant furniture carved from the finest gold, ivory, and other precious materials from all over the universe. Such beauty and elegance contrasted to cold gray stone the castle's walls and floor was made from.
Cell reached underneath his wing cover, the ones that were solid as brick, protecting his insect like wings. His purple nailed fingers wrapped around the small device, the T3 transporter that had the power to send him back to the netherworld. It was important that none of the castle workers ever got hold of it. If they did, it meant they'd have the power to send him back, and Doale would be back in power. That could never happen.
"Doale has escaped from the prison," the prison guard said. The reflections in his eyes shook, and his mouth was as tight as a seal, trying to keep the fear from bursting out. He knew his failure to keep Doale from escaping could ultimately mean his death.
"Do you know why I decided to keep Doale alive?" Cell asked with a eerily calm voice. The prison guard shook his head nervously. "Because he is important. We could use him in our plan to take this world and destroy the Z Soldiers. Now let me ask you something else. Why do you think I put you in charge of Doale?"
"B… because you believed I was the best soldier for this task," the guard replied.
"Yes," Cell said, "And did you not assure me you were the best person for it?"
"I'm sorry, your highness."
"You didn't live up to your own words. If you can't go by your own words, I doubt you'll be able to follow mine. And that makes you useless to me."
And in a split second, the guard was incinerated in a large fireball. He didn't even have enough time to scream.
As the ashes and dust settled, Cell leaned over to a member of the high council, giving him an intimidating stare straight in the eyes. "I want you to summon the generals," he ordered. "Doale must be found, whatever the cost. If we are to destroy the Z Soldiers, he must be on our side! Now go!"
With that, the council member scampered out of the room like a frightened dog, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Summon the generals! They are needed at once!"
Cell gripped the armrests of the throne as if he wanted to snap them. I can't believe they've allowed Doale to escape! If we don't get him back…
"You worry too much," a calm voice said to him. Buu stood leaning on one side of the doorway to the room, with his arms folded and a wide grin slowly spreading across his face.
"What are you so relaxed about?" Cell asked. "Do you have any idea the powers Doale has? The stupid Emperor doesn't even realize what lies inside him! We do! And if could take advantage of those powers before he even realizes them…"
"Doale will come back to us," Buu assured. "Once we reveal who Doale really is, the Z Soldiers won't want him anymore. And he won't have a choice but to side with us."