Disclaimer: Oh yes. Watch me march right down to Toriyama's office and ask him if I could take possession of DBZ. Twitch. The only things I own are my characters and the city, Sanrioki...basically everything I made up. Haha!
Sierrakoi: Do you like crumpets?
Random dude: With tea, please.
Sierrakoi: Good going, old chap!
Last time: Foreign left for Sanrioki, leaving Cell alone to think of a plan to find out more about her. She took on the form of a 'familiar blue-haired woman'. We met a strange (and insane) man, who seemed to know something.
Random dude admitted he was not random!
This time: Foreign runs into some trouble...
And the T/D people have an unwanted guest!
Confusion, Initiated
"I will go nowhere else but where I am going."
Odd...
Foreign had initially thought she had taken a subtle form, but as she walked down the sidewalk and received waves, smiles, or glares, it seemed she was not so subtle.
She had used an old trick of hers- personal holograms.
In order to get into the city, Sanrioki, she wanted to disguise herself as more humanly. This way she could learn more of human culture. In order to create a hologram, she had to search through her databanks for a memory of a human- female, preferably- alter some connections, load the image/memory into her emitter, and wala! Instant hologram. It surrounded Foreign, giving her the perfect image of a human. It even had a force field, which made her feel real, in case anyone touched her. She was an exact copy of the blue-haired female she had seen earlier. Unluckily, though, the female seemed to be known among the public. Foreign snorted, but found this amusing. AND ironic. Of all the humans she had chosen, she had picked a famed one.
But the woman's reputation didn't matter to Foreign, so she continued to trudge along the sidewalk, swept up in human civilization. These were very, very confusing but very interesting creatures. So simple, crude, and yet efficient in managing to survive for so long.
The only thing that concerned Foreign the least was the chance of her running into the REAL woman whose form she had taken.
-_-_-_-
Cell couldn't follow Foreign in THERE, in the city, so he was left to seethe, think, and pace. Too angry to meditate, he merely went back to the grove of trees he had been in earlier and stood.
-I despise this! I cannot cover a large distance without bringing attention to myself, I cannot terrorize human cities, I can't fight in this form, and the only source of interest to me has flown off into Sanrioki...- Cell fumed mentally. He knew it wasn't wise to become so angry- he had to control his first-form temper and lie in wait. Surely Foreign would come back to check on her pod if nothing else, and some groupings of humans were sure to wander near here. That would be some sport, at least. It was too risky to draw the Z fighter's attention to him yet.
Cell sighed, falling into meditation.
-I'll fall into insanity before long.-
-_-_-_-
-Let's see. Where should I go?-
Foreign had come to a stop, people passing by as she took a good look around. There was a strange feeling in her stomach and she felt a bit uncomfortable. After another minute or so she wandered off into an alley, away from the main road, and leaned against a crumbling wall of an abandoned building. It wasn't exactly the best place to think, but it beat nothing. She wasn't sure what she wanted to see here, but something compelled her to explore. Rubbing a temple, Foreign sighed. She could just go and find Cell again, ask him more about the planet, maybe get a good fight...but an instinct in her gut told her she couldn't trust him. Of course she didn't give (or receive) trust easily, and the notion of it was a shot in the dark.
Speaking of dark, the sky peering down above the towers of buildings was growing darker. The faintest glimmer of stars could be seen, breaking through the veil of day. Snapping herself out of her train of thoughts, Foreign felt agitated. She would grow bored of this mud ball of a planet before long, and what would she do then? If she used any more energy from her pod, she might NEVER leave.
So, on the spur of a moment, Foreign made a decision. She was going to pass as a human. Maybe take on a physical, more humane-like appearance (and not have to worry about holograms) until she figured out why she was here. For what purpose.
Drilling into her memory banks once again, Foreign found the information she needed. Humans commonly lived in things called apartments in the city. So, she would live in an apartment. It shouldn't be that hard. First she would need to find one...then 'purchase' a room. With that things called money. What was money, anyway? Frowning in thought, Foreign absently tapped a lighter she had found on the ground against the cold wall she was leaning on. The echoes of the soft tap-tapping seemed to calm her nerves. She would have to go back to her pod, first, and get her clothing and any supplies she might need. Perhaps she would run into Cell again...
Why was she worried about that android?
-He's something unknown. That's what bothers me,- Foreign thought absently. -Once I get more settled I'll find him again, get some information out of him. Heck, I've been wanting a fight since I landed here.-
Grinning like a satisfied kitten, Foreign held up her palm and looked at the lighter she held. Without a second thought she closed her fist. Opening it again, the remnants of the crushed lighter fell from her hand as she tipped it.
-I would almost feel I'm becoming soft. Was I ever like this before?-
Foreign exited the alley, the sky darkening even more as she strode down the sidewalk again. There were still people bustling about, the only difference Foreign could pinpoint was the lights on the billboards and buildings were flashing more brightly.
-So I have to get my supplies, come back and purchase an apartment, settle in, find Cell...amuse myself with him while I try to figure out why I'm here in the first place,- the android mused to herself. The fact she couldn't clearly remember why she had come here in the first place bothered her profusely. And the fact that she couldn't quite REMEMBER where she had come from and why she had left. She was living blind.
-_-_-_-
"Oh, I know why you're there, why you left," the stranger chuckled. He flipped a few switches on the large screen and console before him, his haunting eyes flickering over the images displayed there. The image of Foreign exiting the alley, her thoughts.
"The only question is...," the stranger murmured maniacally, "is if you'll DO what you were sent to do, or if I'll have to give you a little push..."
His insane laughter ripped from him again as he pounded on the console in sheer insanity. "Oh my, how funny!"
-_-_-_-
-What will I need to get? Let me see...clothing, of course. Mechanical supplies...-
Foreign was running through what she needed to get, when suddenly...
OOF!
Foreign frowned as the woman she ran into staggered back, completely out of breath. The android was not affected, but the woman was. As she straightened her dress she gripped the hand of her son, who was standing beside her rather startled, she mirrored Foreign's frown.
"Try to watch where you're going!" The woman complained, then stopped short.
Foreign peered at the woman with her keen eyesight as the night progressed, basking the three of them in shadow at the street corner. The woman's aquatic eyes widened and her mouth hung limply. Her son mirrored her expression, sweat rolling down his forehead.
Foreign sneered. It was the woman whose form she had taken as the hologram, the one she had seen with her son in the store earlier.
This could prove interesting...
"I...who are you?!" The woman snapped, her confusion rapidly changing to anger.
-Anger at what she does not understand,- Foreign smirked. -How foolish.-
"I could ask the same for you," Foreign replied silkily, using her voice emitter to mirror the woman's voice.
The woman's face flushed red as she huffed. "I am Bulma Briefs, the renound science genius, and YOU have my body! Either that or I'm imagining things," the blue-haired woman added, calming down slightly. She'd been around Vegeta too long, and had acquired a bit of his temper.
Foreign was enjoying this immensely. "It would appear so. I would take off the hologram, but I fear I cannot allow you to see my true form just yet. You might spread gossip." The android then turned to the woman, Bulma's, son. "And what have you to say about this?"
Trunks stared blankly.
Bulma instinctively pulled Trunks closer. "Leave my son alone," she growled. "What ARE you?!"
Foreign frowned again. She knew the woman was scared stiff, but she showed a lot of gall. Either that or stupidity, again. Confusion was apparent on her features, and Foreign could sense she was moving away.
The android, though, was growing impatient. "I give you five seconds to get out of my sight, human." -This will prove I'm not so soft.-
Bulma's eyes widened. -Oh good Dende!- she squeaked. -She's serious!- She might have stood her ground in some other cases, but the aura this body-stealer put out was...unnerving. Scooping Trunks into her arms, Bulma took off running, leaving her shopping bags scattered along the sidewalk. She disappeared around the corner, fear powering her legs, and her mind. She was going to report this immediately to Vegeta, and Kami help whoever or whatever that was!
Foreign wasn't interested in pursuing the woman, so she turned and continued to walk. After a few steps she stopped. Turning back around, she eyed the bags on the ground.
-This encounter wasn't a total waste,- she chuckled inwardly as she picked up the bags and continued walking.
She might be an android, but she was still female.
-_-_-_-
Cell was in a deep stage of meditation when he felt the vaguely familiar waft of ki. Opening a slanted eye he sneered. -About time!-
Uncrossing his arms he hovered in the air then stealthily made his way back to the pod site.
-_-_-_-
Thanks to her capsules she kept in a container that was stored in her purse, Bulma managed to reach Capsule Corp in only a few minutes. Landing the machine on the ground, she flung open the door, leaped out, and sped into the house, dragging along Trunks.
"Ow!" he grumped, but Bulma didn't let go.
"VE-GE-TAAA!" Bulma called as she entered the kitchen, nearly bumping into the saiyajin prince, her oh-so-lovable husband.
"What is it, woman?!" Vegeta barked, but his features softened a bit as he saw the look of fear and anger in Bulma's eyes. He frowned, his look of concern. "What brings you in here, wailing like a banshee?"
Bulma finally let Trunks' hand go, taking a few deep breaths.
"We have got to talk," she said.
End of Episode Bonus!
Everyone continues to stare down Random dude
Random dude: ...Geez!! I already answered the stupid truth, now let's get on with it!
Goten: But I wanna know- He's stopped when Trunks jabs him in the side with an elbow OW!
Trunks: Lowers voice Shhh...
Sierrakoi: Ignores their behavior Okay...your turn anyway!
Random dude: Well... Stops as suddenly Master Roshi makes an appearance in a cloud of smoke ?!
Goten: Roshi?
Trunks: Turtle dude?
Sierrakoi: Why are you here?!
Roshi: Heh-heh! Wanting to play a good game of Truth or Dare with my favorite youngsters! Chuckles as he pats Goten and Trunks on the head...while inching closer to Sierrakoi
Sierrakoi: Sweatdropping as she takes a step back Don't even think about it!
Roshi: About what? Giggle and blush
Goten: He's scaring me!
Sierrakoi: Come ON Random!!
Random dude: Fine, fine! Roshi or whatever, Truth or Dare??
Roshi: Dare! I'm a very brave soul, you know... Inches closer to Sierrakoi
Sierrakoi: Disgusting perv! Whacks him upside the head with a rolled up newspaper
Roshi: Fiesty! Staggers
Trunks: Make it something good, Random!
Random dude: Let's see...
((A/N: Hey guys! Problems arise as Collision continues! And what do YOU think is a good dare for Roshi?! Give Random ideas! See you!))