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Aquaria ran through the empty town until she got to the center of town, where a massive crowd of people were watching the Cell games. The games had started a log time ago, and Aquaria had missed quite a bit, Hercule was walking onto the white marble arena, flashing a grin and proving that he wasn't even a little bit camera-shy.
'Judging Cell, this shouldn't take too long,' thought Aquaria as she, like so many others, watched the games continue.
There was a loud gasp and a fair bit of panicking when Hercule was flung into the cliff, but Aquaria simply ignored it.
After a while, the camera went blank and the entire city erupted into a mass of panic and confusion. Aquaria was almost as worried as the rest of the crowd, 'What if something happens to him?' she thought, worried, as she padded down the streets in her bright pink fluffy bunny slippers, flared jeans, black sleeveless turtle-neck top and brown trench coat.
The thought suddenly hit Aquaria and she hurried into a phone booth.
Some people would call Yamcha vain, but the majority would call him quite stupid. How stupid do you have to be to carry a cell-phone with you everywhere you go, including world-threatening battles such as the Cell Games.
Aquaria dialled his number quickly, since he had given it to practically every girl he had seen, and listened for the ring.
"Beep-beep. Beep-beep. Beep-beep."
Cell was busy fighting Gohan, when suddenly an odd ringing sound echoed through the grounds. Cell and Gohan both stopped and looked around at the people below. Hercule and his supporters were rummaging around to see if it was theirs, and Tien was glancing nervously at Yamcha.
"Beep-beep!"
"Yamcha. I think that's you." murmured Tien.
"Huh? Oh! Sorry guys! It was mine!" laughed Yamcha nervously as he got his out.
Tien shook his head.
"Hello?" asked Yamcha, talking to the phone.
"Yamcha? Hi! It's me!" smiled Aquaria from the other end of the phone line.
"Who?" questioned Yamcha.
"Gohan's pen-pal, Aquaria," explained Aquaria.
"Oh hi!" grinned Yamcha.
"So. who's winning?" asked Aquaria politely.
"Uh. dunno," replied Yamcha.
"Aw! Can you hand the line to Gohan?" pleaded Aquaria.
"Um, he's in the middle of a fight, can I take a message?" he asked.
Gohan had long forgotten Cell and was shouting something at Yamcha as he put away his phone, "Hey Yamcha! Who was it?" called Gohan.
"It was your pen-pal!" yelled Yamcha, "She asked me to tell you to 'be nice' for the sake of her 'bright pink fluffy bunny slippers!'"
Cell's stomach dropped what seemed a thousand feet, 'So that's how she knew Goku.' he thought sadly.
"Uh, okay!" replied Gohan, and he faced Cell once again.
Aquaria walked home sullenly, she had wanted to talk to Cell, but what would the others say?
"Aw!" groaned Aquaria in frustration, walking up to her cottage, "Why can't I do anything of importance around here! I feel like a stupid little nothing!" she cried, kicking a nearby garbage can, but taking off her slipper as not to damage it in any way.
Aquaria went inside and collapsed onto her bed, giving way to her growing fatigue she had acquired.
"Oh Cell." she murmured, "Don't do anything stupid, like getting yourself killed," she prayed, hoping that somehow, he would hear her.
Cell was loosing, badly. His power was not nearly as strong as it once was, and Gohan was now able to defeat him. Losing, to Cell, felt like jumping off a skyscraper, without being able to fly. His consciousness was dwindling, every cell in his system was screaming to escape. But he was to tired to move, all he could do was think. About loosing to a twelve year old, Aquaria, loosing all his powers, Aquaria, maybe even dying, Aquaria and one other thing. A joke, that somehow got into Cell's immense brain, 'What did the great Ape say as he plummeted from the skyscraper?' thought Cell to himself.
'Listen baby, I think I'm falling for you!' his last thought was of Aquaria, and those horrendous pink slippers he had got for her.
Aquaria woke with a start, it was midnight. The frozen night air creeping slowly through Aquaria's open window and settled like a cold blanket over Aquaria's shivering body.
"It's so cold." shivered Aquaria, 'Cell. he's not back yet.' she thought, knowing what must've happened.
She sighed, tired, melted dark-chocolate eyes resting on a dark figure that lay outside the window in complete darkness. It took a while for Aquaria to realise this. She heard a deep, painful moan coming from the trees outside, where a clump of shadows lay almost motionless in the serene darkness.
Aquaria gasped and ran out to them, they seemed pretty beaten up, and she could feel their blood oozing onto her hand. She couldn't see even a feint outline of the figure, just a blurry crumpled heap. She quickly went and brought a stretcher, loading the still body onto it before dragging it inside. The figure had long, black hair with the front bits tied up at the back, very pale skin which was covered in the same lavender ooze that covered his entire body. Aquaria couldn't make out one single, unmarred feature anywhere.
"Oh dear, please don't die!" she whispered, getting the first-aid kit out. She quickly applied the cold compress and put bandages around the serious cuts, leaving most of the blood dry up to form scabs. So she still couldn't make out any recognisable features.
The guy stirred.
"Shhh! You're really badly hurt! If you move it will only get worse!" explained Aquaria, her voice laced with concern.
The guy opened one magenta eye to see Aquaria kneeling over him, applying some burn ointment, "A-aquaria?" he coughed.
"Cell? Oh my! Where's your helmet?! Are you okay?!" gasped Aquaria.
Cell gritted his teeth against the burning pain, "I'm not sure." he winced in pain.
Aquaria made a face, "I didn't know you had hair!"
Cell frowned, "What? Did you think I was bald? Or course I have hair!" he muttered.
Aquaria giggled, "You look funny without your helmet! And, what's all this purple stuff?" she asked. "It's blood," replied Cell weakly.
Aquaria became worried, "Can you stand?" she asked, trying to help him up, "Here, you can lie on my bed," smiled Aquaria as she led him to her large and comfortable bed.
"Thanks," grunted Cell, pain still searing through his veins, making it impossible to regenerate.
Aquaria smiled and gave him a drink, Cell drunk the drugged water and fell asleep almost instantly on her bed.
"When in doubt, drug 'em," Aquaria sighed, "Hey. where am I gonna sleep?!"
Aquaria ran through the empty town until she got to the center of town, where a massive crowd of people were watching the Cell games. The games had started a log time ago, and Aquaria had missed quite a bit, Hercule was walking onto the white marble arena, flashing a grin and proving that he wasn't even a little bit camera-shy.
'Judging Cell, this shouldn't take too long,' thought Aquaria as she, like so many others, watched the games continue.
There was a loud gasp and a fair bit of panicking when Hercule was flung into the cliff, but Aquaria simply ignored it.
After a while, the camera went blank and the entire city erupted into a mass of panic and confusion. Aquaria was almost as worried as the rest of the crowd, 'What if something happens to him?' she thought, worried, as she padded down the streets in her bright pink fluffy bunny slippers, flared jeans, black sleeveless turtle-neck top and brown trench coat.
The thought suddenly hit Aquaria and she hurried into a phone booth.
Some people would call Yamcha vain, but the majority would call him quite stupid. How stupid do you have to be to carry a cell-phone with you everywhere you go, including world-threatening battles such as the Cell Games.
Aquaria dialled his number quickly, since he had given it to practically every girl he had seen, and listened for the ring.
"Beep-beep. Beep-beep. Beep-beep."
Cell was busy fighting Gohan, when suddenly an odd ringing sound echoed through the grounds. Cell and Gohan both stopped and looked around at the people below. Hercule and his supporters were rummaging around to see if it was theirs, and Tien was glancing nervously at Yamcha.
"Beep-beep!"
"Yamcha. I think that's you." murmured Tien.
"Huh? Oh! Sorry guys! It was mine!" laughed Yamcha nervously as he got his out.
Tien shook his head.
"Hello?" asked Yamcha, talking to the phone.
"Yamcha? Hi! It's me!" smiled Aquaria from the other end of the phone line.
"Who?" questioned Yamcha.
"Gohan's pen-pal, Aquaria," explained Aquaria.
"Oh hi!" grinned Yamcha.
"So. who's winning?" asked Aquaria politely.
"Uh. dunno," replied Yamcha.
"Aw! Can you hand the line to Gohan?" pleaded Aquaria.
"Um, he's in the middle of a fight, can I take a message?" he asked.
Gohan had long forgotten Cell and was shouting something at Yamcha as he put away his phone, "Hey Yamcha! Who was it?" called Gohan.
"It was your pen-pal!" yelled Yamcha, "She asked me to tell you to 'be nice' for the sake of her 'bright pink fluffy bunny slippers!'"
Cell's stomach dropped what seemed a thousand feet, 'So that's how she knew Goku.' he thought sadly.
"Uh, okay!" replied Gohan, and he faced Cell once again.
Aquaria walked home sullenly, she had wanted to talk to Cell, but what would the others say?
"Aw!" groaned Aquaria in frustration, walking up to her cottage, "Why can't I do anything of importance around here! I feel like a stupid little nothing!" she cried, kicking a nearby garbage can, but taking off her slipper as not to damage it in any way.
Aquaria went inside and collapsed onto her bed, giving way to her growing fatigue she had acquired.
"Oh Cell." she murmured, "Don't do anything stupid, like getting yourself killed," she prayed, hoping that somehow, he would hear her.
Cell was loosing, badly. His power was not nearly as strong as it once was, and Gohan was now able to defeat him. Losing, to Cell, felt like jumping off a skyscraper, without being able to fly. His consciousness was dwindling, every cell in his system was screaming to escape. But he was to tired to move, all he could do was think. About loosing to a twelve year old, Aquaria, loosing all his powers, Aquaria, maybe even dying, Aquaria and one other thing. A joke, that somehow got into Cell's immense brain, 'What did the great Ape say as he plummeted from the skyscraper?' thought Cell to himself.
'Listen baby, I think I'm falling for you!' his last thought was of Aquaria, and those horrendous pink slippers he had got for her.
Aquaria woke with a start, it was midnight. The frozen night air creeping slowly through Aquaria's open window and settled like a cold blanket over Aquaria's shivering body.
"It's so cold." shivered Aquaria, 'Cell. he's not back yet.' she thought, knowing what must've happened.
She sighed, tired, melted dark-chocolate eyes resting on a dark figure that lay outside the window in complete darkness. It took a while for Aquaria to realise this. She heard a deep, painful moan coming from the trees outside, where a clump of shadows lay almost motionless in the serene darkness.
Aquaria gasped and ran out to them, they seemed pretty beaten up, and she could feel their blood oozing onto her hand. She couldn't see even a feint outline of the figure, just a blurry crumpled heap. She quickly went and brought a stretcher, loading the still body onto it before dragging it inside. The figure had long, black hair with the front bits tied up at the back, very pale skin which was covered in the same lavender ooze that covered his entire body. Aquaria couldn't make out one single, unmarred feature anywhere.
"Oh dear, please don't die!" she whispered, getting the first-aid kit out. She quickly applied the cold compress and put bandages around the serious cuts, leaving most of the blood dry up to form scabs. So she still couldn't make out any recognisable features.
The guy stirred.
"Shhh! You're really badly hurt! If you move it will only get worse!" explained Aquaria, her voice laced with concern.
The guy opened one magenta eye to see Aquaria kneeling over him, applying some burn ointment, "A-aquaria?" he coughed.
"Cell? Oh my! Where's your helmet?! Are you okay?!" gasped Aquaria.
Cell gritted his teeth against the burning pain, "I'm not sure." he winced in pain.
Aquaria made a face, "I didn't know you had hair!"
Cell frowned, "What? Did you think I was bald? Or course I have hair!" he muttered.
Aquaria giggled, "You look funny without your helmet! And, what's all this purple stuff?" she asked. "It's blood," replied Cell weakly.
Aquaria became worried, "Can you stand?" she asked, trying to help him up, "Here, you can lie on my bed," smiled Aquaria as she led him to her large and comfortable bed.
"Thanks," grunted Cell, pain still searing through his veins, making it impossible to regenerate.
Aquaria smiled and gave him a drink, Cell drunk the drugged water and fell asleep almost instantly on her bed.
"When in doubt, drug 'em," Aquaria sighed, "Hey. where am I gonna sleep?!"