Disclaimer: There's a 'Gone On Vacation' sign sticking out of the ground where the disclaimer should be
Sierrakoi: Got any twos?
Random dude: Go fish.
Sierrakoi: Pouts and draws a card
Random dude: Badly concealed chuckle
Sierrakoi: Cheater!
Last time: The situation Cell finds himself in proves deadly...
And the T/D gang have some new arrivals! Boo-hoo for Master Roshi!
This time: Foreign runs into some familiar faces, and there's an offer that no one expected.
...And today's T/D has a special feature!
Unexpected Occurrence
"You can put more trust in enemies than you can allies."
I think the process of my rejection will kill you. Only justice, don't you think?
I think the process of my rejection will kill you. Only justice, don't you think?
The voiceless words repeated themselves in Cell's mind.
I think the process of my rejection will kill you. Only justice, don't you think?
Another lurch. More pain, subtle at first. Growing.
-I refuse to die like this!- Cell howled mentally.
Chuckling. Belonging to Foreign.
Bright light. Spasms of pain, tearing at the creation of Gero.
So near...
Though she had been playing cool, Foreign could not fool herself. She was desperate for Cell to reject her. Even when the rejection was taking place, she could feel small bits of her energy being released into the android, just as easily as she felt bits of him flow through her.
-I refuse to pass like this!- Cell growled again, trying to keep his emotions of fear and pain away from the android that presently shared his form.
-I WON'T die like this!!-
-_-_-_-
It was the deepest part of night when Vegeta, Bulma, Trunks and Gohan met at the corner of Viva La Tebith's* treats and sweets shop. Bulma was in a foul mood, the bright lights of Sanrioki City shedding sight on her set features.
"Where's Goten?" Bulma asked Gohan as her husband leaned against the wall, making no attempt to show he acknowledged the half-saiyajin's existence. He did what he did best- scowling at humans walking by on their daily/nightly business.
"Chi-Chi stayed home to watch him," Gohan explained.
"Exactly where Trunks is supposed to be- home," Bulma frowned, the secret behind her bad mood unveiled. Vegeta scoffed.
"The boy won't learn anything if you hide him away," the Prince snorted. Bulma rounded on him.
"Like you know anything about children! Kami, sometimes I even wonder if it was POSSIBLE for you to father Trunks-"
Trunks sweatdropped, looking sheepishly up to Gohan. Gohan grinned stupidly, rubbing the back of his head. "Uh, Bulma- maybe right now isn't the right time for you and Vegeta to argue. We need to figure out what's going on, anyway. Right?"
Bulma scoffed, turning away from Vegeta who grinned in triumph. "You're right, Gohan." She smiled wearily. "I'm just a bit stressed, that's all."
Gohan nodded, placing a gentle hand on Trunks' head. "Let's get to work!"
-_-_-_-
They searched for two hours and came up with nothing. No Bulma copies, and no evidence of anything at the place where Bulma had met her counterpart. And now it was Vegeta's turn to be in a foul mood.
"Woman, this is preposterous! Dragging us all the way out here just because you suffered a moment of mental collapse!"
Bulma sighed, but anger shown through her weariness as she rubbed her temples. Trunks was eyeing Viva la Tebith's shop for the sweets. They had nearly circled the entire city of Sanrioki and nothing! They had came back to the place they started, and now Gohan was trying to ease the tension.
"We don't know if what Bulma saw was real or not, but she says it is. And since she's a genius, I believe her. This thing might be some kind of mimic creature or even another android. Who knows what it is? We just have an obligation to find out," Gohan stated as Bulma restrained her son from the candy shop.
"What obligation?" Vegeta sneered, scanning the area with a piercing gaze once more.
"For protecting the planet," Gohan retorted. Bad moods must be contagious. Bulma sighed, then stiffened. A familiar tingling sensation crept throughout her body as she turned her head to the left, then the right. Feeling her muscles tighten she looked through a far window of a nearby building.
-Who's that woman standing at the counter?- the blue-haired woman wondered absently.
-_-_-_-
"Name?"
Foreign had finally found the building she had been looking for. An 'apartment'! Though she looked like she had just crawled out of the jungle- matted hair, firm features, tossed-on clothing and the like- she kept her femininity and strength radiating from her. She had on the hologram of a woman she had seen randomly passing by on the street, though the clothes were hers.
The guy working at the desk was a bit on the slow side, or so she thought. The night was wearing on, it would be dawn soon, and Foreign didn't have much patience left.
"Name?" the blonde-haired youth questioned again. He looked tired, eyes a bit red from gazing at the computer beside him.
"My name is...Piquë."
Foreign savored the sound of that name on her lips. It was a part of her REAL name, but this pitiful human didn't know that. He was already suspicious of her enough, and if she had said 'Foreign' he probably would have shown her the door. And even though it was so, so tempting, Foreign couldn't afford to cause havoc on Earth yet.
"Piquë? Okay...Middle and last name."
Foreign froze. What? Humans had more than one name? Sure, she had twenty-five PARTS to her real name, but not twenty-five NAMES. She was a bit confused.
"...My middle name is Deacon, and my last name is...Naúru."
The male eyed Foreign suspiciously, and entered in a few things on the computer. He turned in his chair, rubbing his chin as he faced her again. "Proof of identification."
"What?" Foreign asked, a bit annoyed. This human was grinding her last nerve.
"I need something to prove you are who you say you are," the male grumbled.
"Oh," Foreign stated, smiling sweetly. "Forgive me, I'm not used to the customs of this region..."
-Don't make me kill you,- Foreign growled mentally. She couldn't stand acting human. They were so...so gullible!
The man continued to watch Foreign as she stood, pretending to dig through her bag.
-What do I have?!- Foreign thought grumpily. It was then a flash of something caught her eye. Looking up, she first saw spiked black hair through the far window. A the man with spiked hair turned, she noted the dark onyx eyes and permanent frown. He caught her gaze, frowning deeper. He then looked past her, seemingly very bored. It was then Foreign saw the woman beside him, who was intently looking around, as if looking for someone-
-That blue-haired Bulma Briefs!
Foreign felt the woman's eyes suddenly lock on her.
-She shouldn't be able to recognize me for sure...-
Meanwhile, the man at the desk had grown impatient. His customer had just frozen in place, looking out the window. He had a date, a cig and a rental movie to get to, and he was working overtime. "Excuse me miss, I need identification NOW."
Foreign's head snapped around, her eyes flashing vehemently for a split second. "Shut up, weakling," she snarled icily. The man sat, flabbergasted. Bulma had gotten the black-haired man's attention and was gesturing in Foreign direction. Feeling a great need for haste, she threw her bag over her shoulder and raced out of the building before the man could respond, disappearing into the shadows.
-_-_-_-
"I could have sworn someone suspicious was in here..." Bulma mumbled as she stood, looking dejected, in the corner of the room. Gohan was questioning the desk-worker of the woman who had just been in here, and Vegeta was scowling deeper but secretly keeping an eye on Trunks, who was standing worriedly by his mother. But as the demi saiyajin he was, he had a firm face on.
"Maybe she left," Trunks suggested.
"She did, just a minute ago," the young man stated.
"Do you know where?" Gohan asked. The man shook his head.
"No. She just ran off after she saw you, I guess."
Bulma set her jaw. "Now, what normal human would do THAT?" she asked grumpily, directing the question at her husband.
Vegeta snorted.
Gohan looked out of the open door at the small amounts of people walking the sidewalks at night, the cars racing across the streets, the flashing signs. "Looks like we lost it...for now...."
-_-_-_-
"Grr..."
His vision suddenly swirled, fading from black to gray, then to night-black. Opening a slanted eye, Cell recognized the stars overhead and the faint glimmering of the reflection of lights in a nearby city on the sky. Pushing himself over, he shuddered. The pain had lessened, but he couldn't remember clearly what had happened. His muscles burned, aching in his bones as he pushed himself up. His confusion boiled to rage, then confusion again.
Quickly he checked his ki. Even though he felt massively weakened, his ki signal stated otherwise. His ki had remained the same, and was even a tad larger than it had been! Seeing himself still in his Imperfect Form proved he was not yet recovered enough. For a moment he wondered if his revival had done something to him internally, a defect.
His disorientation faded, and he stood. His tail was waving angrily as he flexed his claws, his piercing gaze accustomed to the blacks and grays of night.
-My body obviously rejected Foreign,- Cell thought as he noted her old clothes- dripping wet- had been thrown on the ground, her bag gone. -Why did she let me live? Unless she thought I was dead...- Cell frowned as he waited for the feeling in his legs to return.
It was then the flicker of something moving caught his gaze, and Cell cursed himself for not paying more attention. He wasn't surprised at the all-too familiar voice behind him as a snarl escaped his throat.
It was the statement that made him nearly forget to breathe.
"I let you live because I wanted to ask you something. I have a proposition to make."
Cell snorted. "And what would that be, android?"
"Robotic creation 399, android/cyborg reformation point 8-7, dash piquë creation, Subject CREATOR, engineering product AG-908 16 inter-mode lock, feature TWIN EYE deacon module seeker 10." Foreign chuckled at her full 'name'. "Either call me that or Foreign. But my name is of no importance. I came here to ask for your alliance..."
End of Episode Bonus!
Master Roshi: Still grumbling I can't believe it, a lifetime's worth of hentai gone...
Random dude: It's your turn, you know.
Sierrakoi: He's mourning.
Krillin: Think maybe Turtle Hermit will change..?
Yamcha: I doubt it!
Piccolo: ..... slight sweatdrop
Master Roshi: Okay... Suddenly stands up, fire in his eyes My turn! He suddenly holds up a hand, raising an eyebrow Give me one minute!
Sierrakoi: Huh?
Master Roshi: Stands....sweat rolling down his forehead...
Piccolo: What does he think he's doing?
Master Roshi: PICCOLO!
Piccolo: What?! Jumps a bit
Yamcha: Let me guess...
Master Roshi: Holds up a Pokeball I CHOOSE YOU!!
Everyone: Silence...
Piccolo: ...What?
Random dude: It's Truth or Dare. He picks you, you choose to answer something truthfully or do a dare. Then you choose someone.
Piccolo: I never said anything about joining this game!
Sierrakoi: Come on!
Krillin: Slyly grinning as he jabs Yamcha with an elbow I thought Piccolo wasn't afraid of anything...
Piccolo: Grr...I know what you're doing and it's working.
Master Roshi: Creaky chuckle C'mon, give my imagination a whirl!
Piccolo: .....Fine. Dare.
Master Roshi: Whhooieeeooo! Does some sort of odd dance as he pulls out a box Hee-hee-hee! Have I got a dare for you! Opens box...
Sierrakoi: HOLD! Turns to the reviewers as everyone freezes in place What horror does Master Roshi unveil in this new twist of truth or dare? Find out next time on....*Dun dun dun-nuh!* TRUTH OR DARE: THE GAME OF FATE!
Random dude: Unfreezes What kind of a name is that?!
Sierrakoi: One that I knew would get on your nerves.
Random dude: X_X
*Viva la Tebith is based on me, for my nickname is Tebi! *Kwhahaa*
((A/N: Hey guys! I said this would be a special endnote, so I guess it is! Throws a digital cookie to gokunion Thank you for helping with my T/D writer's block! You've given me ideas! Enjoy! Throws a digital cookie to Cala And thanks for prodding me with cow prods. ^^. Enjoy!
I said I had an excuse, and I do! My dad's birthday just passed! HERE'S THE THING: if YOU can guess how old my dad is or get close, I'll do something special for ya! Don't know what, but that makes it more exciting! HINT HINT HINT: He's not young.))