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Sierrakoi: Chocolate...
Random dude: Holds his chocolate bar protectively
Sierrakoi: Don't you know chocolate is every woman's weakness?! Leap
Random dude: 0_0
Last time: Foreign ran into Bulma, who in turn ran off to get Vegeta. Foreign shrugged it off and continued plotting to get an apartment...
And the T/D gang have Master Roshi to deal with!
This time: Cell has a plan...
And Master Roshi gets what's coming to him!
Foe's Betrayal
"Leave me be. I am but one, and I am solitude."
Foreign hovered and landed softly on the ground in front of her pod. Turning her head to the left she narrowed her eyes. She could have sworn she caught a whiff of someone...a ki...she frowned, shrugging it off. She could take care of anything.
Don't become too cocky.
Freeze! Foreign completely stopped moving as she tried to figure out what just happened. A voice had seemingly just popped in her head, a voice she could not identify. But it faded, leaving her doubting if it was ever there in the first place.
Deciding the planet's atmosphere was getting to her, Foreign opened her pod with the correct code and entered. It was just as she had left it; orderly, dim, and nearly empty. She rummaged through a compartment on the far side under the console, setting the supplies she would need by her feet. Tools, some computer chips, spaceship blueprints and data collection of the planet and things of that nature. Grabbing a sack she stuffed all of it in there, tying it neatly and swinging it over her back. Taking a last look around the pod, she tried to think if there was anything else she needed. Of course she still had those bags she had taken from the one named Bulma. Setting them on a shelf, Foreign dug through them. Clothing. Some horrible smelling stuff. Shoes. She did find a dress that caught her attention, though. It was black, strapless with straps criss-crossing the back. It came to just above knee length, with a red flower insignia on the front. It was a bit ruffled on the side, and Foreign studied it a moment before folding it and sticking it in her bag. She also took a pair of shoes that matched, a red tank top with the words 'WilD' written across it in white, and some pants. That would be enough, she figured.
As she was putting the console in auto-shutdown mode, Foreign felt the shadow looming over her before she caught the familiar scent. The reflection in the monitor confirmed her suspicions and she turned, face-to-face with Cell. He was standing, arms crossed, at the doorway of her pod. He was far too large to enter, so all he could do was scowl.
"Hello, Cell," Foreign greeted, smirking.
Cell narrowed his eyes.
"I tire of your attitude, and your worthless game of cat and mouse is weary. I suggest you step out so we can have a... conversation." The tone of Cell's voice was vehement, and Foreign caught the aura of anger and a suspicious nature in his voice. Shrugging ignorantly Foreign grabbed her bags and did as she was told- not before 'accidentally' bumping Cell with her shoulder as she walked by.
Cell growled lowly at her lack of respect, but admired her lack of fear. Either she was purely ignorant or she was much more cunning than she let on. He stepped away, turning to face her as she set her items on the ground. She was standing idly, her strange and yet alluring eyes watching him intently. For a moment neither spoke.
"And the point of this is?" Foreign grumped. The night was coming fast now, the bright stars were bathing the hills and ground they stood upon. Cell was shadowed in the dark hues of the night, and it made him look even more intimidating than normal. But Foreign would not be unnerved, and she would die before she let any weak emotion of that sort show.
Cell smirked at her comment, his cat-like eyes flashing. "I'm willing to...experiment with something."
While he had been meditating, Cell had thought of something that had not occurred to him before. The new android really meant nothing, right? So she had happened upon the planet. Just a drifting machine. Cell had thought of Androids 17 and 18. And thinking of them lead to a hypothesis:
If absorbing those two androids made him as strong as they had...
What if he just absorbed this new android, Foreign?
She could probably supply him with a new power that would surpass the limit he once had, and in doing this he might reach his Perfect form faster!
Once he had that power- and more- again, he could take on the Z senshi. He could defeat Gohan.
No one would be able to stop him.
Cell snapped out of his daydreaming as he felt Foreign's unwavering gaze once more. He chuckled.
"You're going to help me become Perfect," he purred.
Confusion flashed through Foreign's eyes- that is, if any emotion could be shone through those gold-tinted orbs.
"And that intrigues me, how?" she grumped. The night was wearing thin.
Suddenly wicked laughter erupted from Cell as he leaped, fangs gleaming as his tail lanced forward, opening into a funnel, enveloping the unsuspecting android.
-_-_-_-
Vegeta frowned at the words of his wife. "A duplicate?" he asked for the fourth time, still doubtful.
"YES!" Bulma graded. "You can ask Trunks if you're that unsure!"
The saiyajin no ouji turned to his son, who was enjoying his sixth bowl of rice. Trunks felt his father's heated glare and looked up, rice filling his cheeks.
"Sheezis kfellin thwa triff," he confirmed. Vegeta frowned.
"Take the food out of your mouth, boy," the saiyajin ordered. Trunks did as he was told and swallowed the portion.
"She's telling the truth," Trunks said again.
Bulma smirked. "Told you."
Vegeta snorted. "Could have been the light playing tricks. But then again, I don't like the idea of a mere human running about and acting even superior to a saiyajin-"
"It was NOT human!" Bulma argued. "I'm telling you! It might have looked like me but I got this feeling- like the feeling I got when I saw...like when I saw Frieza, or the Androids or Cell. It was that dark feeling. The chill and everything."
Trunks nodded in agreement.
Vegeta frowned again, leaning against the wall. "Perhaps we can investigate this further," he finally said.
Bulma squealed in delight.
-_-_-_-
"Since you are a preferred customer, we at CheapOffers have decided to offer you...Oh, how do these companies get our address?! We don't even have a mailbox!" With that Chi-Chi flung the letter she had been reading out loud at Gohan, who caught it expertly. "Preferred customer my frying pan!"
"Think of it this way, Mom. At least we don't get salespeople at our door," Gohan smiled.
Chi-Chi grinned, running a finger along the rim of the frying pan she was holding. "That's what this is for," she chuckled.
With that, a miniature tornado- or Goten, as we know him as,- whirled into the kitchen, latching onto Gohan's leg.
"Can we train now? Pleeeease?" Goten asked, eyes bright as he looked up to his big brother.
"Well...I suppose!" Gohan gave in as Goten smiled hugely as he hopped up and down.
Suddenly the phone rang. Gohan made a reach to get it but Chi-Chi beat him to it. "Moshi moshi?" she asked. A smile. "Konnichiwa, Bulma!" Chi-Chi giggled. Gohan rolled his eyes. His mom always reminded him of a young schoolgirl when she was on the phone with Bulma.
Chi-Chi went to shoo Gohan and Goten out the door so they could train but she stopped. Instead she raised a finger and covered the receiver as she said "Wait" to them. Both stopped and looked to their mother as she went back to listening to Bulma.
"Really?" gasped Chi-Chi. "That's- are you sure? You don't think- no, there's not that much to go on...yeah. I'll tell them. In an hour? Market, right? Okay. Thank you Bulma. In an hour. Bye!" With that Chi-Chi hung up the phone, looking troubled.
"What is it, Mom?" Gohan asked, studying her troubled look. She had aged slightly in appearance, and he could see the twinge of a tear in her eye every passing day- the tear for Goku. Gohan shook his head, clearing his mind of his dad. "Is Bulma up to something again? OR Vegeta, I should say?"
Chi-Chi bit her lip.
"Not exactly," she stated as she sat down and began to explain, biting her lip.
-_-_-_-
"Have you felt it, Dende?"
Dende nodded. "Yes, Piccolo. A slight disturbance. Almost as if foreign matter has happened upon earth."
"Aliens?" Piccolo asked. He didn't like the word much since he was technically an alien, but it was the only word that came to mind.
Dende gazed down upon the slope of earth, far beyond Kami's Lookout. "I'm not sure. I can't really feel anything- it's all so blurred."
Mr. Popo came up to the pair of Nameks, a tray of tea in hand. "I've made some lunch if you're ready, Dende-sama and Piccolo-sama," he said kindly. Dende turned, nodded and smiled.
"Thank you," he said. A frail wind blew by, and Dende looked once more over the edge of the Lookout.
-What is this I'm feeling?- he wondered.
-_-_-_-
Suffocation!
-What the hell?!-
Pain.
Numbness.
Calm.
-Where am I?-
Darkness...
Light.
Darkness.
-What has he...done to me..?-
Confusion.
Anger.
Darkness.
Detachment...
-_-_-_-
Cell smirked, taking deep breaths. He was very proud of himself for having taken the android off guard as he had. She had barely fought back. More confused than angry, he guessed.
Number 21 let his tail fall to the ground, back to its normal shape and function. He had halfway suspected an energy boost, something similar to his transformation from Stage 2 to Perfect Form, but there was nothing of that sort. In fact, he barely felt his ki rise a notch.
-Perhaps my body will take longer to absorb the android fully into my system,- Cell thought. His stomach churned.
I'm not forgetting this.
Cell jerked, shock on his features. A voice, inside his head! It faded and he growled, eyeing the landscape around him and seeing nothing but the cover of night. He had great night-vision, and there was hardly a thing moving. Who had spoken?
Pretty good night vision. I could get used to this- though mine's more high-tech.
Cell growled. "Who is it?!"
A chuckle within his mind.
-Foreign!- Cell exclaimed mentally.
That's right. You really thought I was like those...ah, here's their names. Number 17 and Number 18? Foreign asked wryly.
-You're reading my mind. Looking into my memories. You're not absorbed.- Cell thought this mostly to himself, anger bubbling in each word. A hoax!
I'm not like Gero's creations, Number 21. Or whatever you want to be called. I was built differently. I'm not even from earth. Your body's not developed enough to absorb me- fool.
Cell growled, wanting to tear his head apart. -Stop talking to me!-
There's nothing stopping me.
Another growl from Cell.
Hmm. So they're the Z fighters? The one I felt earlier was the one named Piccolo? Interesting.
Cell ran through various plans of actions in his mind. Anything to get rid of her accursed voice!
I don't think I'll be in you for very much longer.
Foreign, bodiless but not mindless, felt confusion wash through Cell, above the rage.
-What are you getting at?-
Your body's rejecting me. I'm foreign material.
Cell felt his stomach lurch. Pain ebbed within his mind as the sides of his vision steadily went red.
-Rejecting?!-
That's right.
Cell almost doubled over as pain flew up his spine, a sick twisting feeling in every muscle, tendon, and sinew. It felt like a massive power overload, a computeral virus or something. It felt like something large was picking him apart, slowly.
"Argh!!" Cell snarled, his legs buckling as his muscles screamed.
Oh my. I just noted something, Foreign chided.
-And...and what would that be?!!- Cell yelled.
I think the process of my rejection will kill you. Only justice, don't you think?
-_-_-_-
The strange, and insane, creature's eyes widened as he danced about the room in pleasure, clapping his hands. "Oh my! The drama! The irony! Encore, encore!" he squealed. "Ruthless as what I intended! Oh, what a grand puppet show!"
End of Episode Bonus!
Random dude: Roshi, are you SURE you want the dare? You promise to do the dare?
Roshi: Of course! I'm a stud! Adjusts glasses, eyeing Sierrakoi
Sierrakoi: o_o;
Random dude: Okay...well...Master Roshi, I dare you to sing and withhold this contract. Holds a piece of paper
Roshi: HAH! This is easy! Grabs the contract and whips out a pen, signing it and then holding it up high, striking a 'studmuffin' pose Done!!
Goten: Leaps up and snatches it out of Roshi's hand ?? Hands it to Trunks What does it say, Trunks?
Trunks: Big words...
Sierrakoi: Snatches it from Trunks and reads it outloud Upon confirmation and signature, this contract hereby declares that Master Roshi, the Turtle Hermit, confiscate all hentai and female-related products or services from his household or possession have them disposed of immediately, and upon breaking this contract he will otherwise by smothered in bananas and thrown into a pit of hungry chimpanzees, AFTER he is castrated.
Goten & Trunks: Blink?
Sierrakoi: It means you two get to go to Roshi's house and destroy all his stuff. Got me?
Goten & Trunks: Yeah! Run off
Roshi: WHAT?!?!?!?!
Random dude: Trying not to laugh You signed it, dude.
Sierrakoi: Looks like it'll take you a good long while to build up your collection again.
Roshi: Falls on the ground, crying WAIIIIIIIIII!!!!!! UNFAIR!
Krillin, Yamcha, and Piccolo walk up
Krillin: Just saw Goten and Trunks run by...so what's up?
Sierrakoi: We're playing Truth or Dare! Wanna join us?
Yamcha: Sure! Uh...why is Roshi crying?
Random dude: Shows him contract
Krillin: Bursts out laughing
((A/N: Hey guys! Guess it's Roshi's turn on T/D! Wonder who he'll choose, and what sort of revenge he's plotting? Ahh! Scary to think about!
Meanwhile, in Collision: the plot thickens...))