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((A/N: To conserve space, on my reviewer responses I'm going to pick random reviews. I'm also going to shorten T/D a tad. All be request of Storm Master. Waves to Storm ^^. I'm also EXTENDING the age-guess thing! Another hint or two at the end of this installment!))
Sierrakoi: I got a cookie! I got a cookie! I got a cookie, hey hey hey hey!
Random dude: The things I have to put up with...Take your cookie and shove it up-
Sierrakoi: Smacks a gag on Random Potty mouth!
Last time: Foreign offered Cell a deal of alliance...
...And the T/D gang awaits Roshi's dare!
This time: Cell and Foreign skirmish...
...And Roshi reveals his horror for Piccolo!
Two Backs Turned
"I want to know what I missed...so I can believe that I didn't miss it."
Cell chuckled. "Alliance?"
His eyes flashed.
"How much of a fool are you, my dear?"
Foreign berated herself mentally, even as she caught a glimpse of Cell lunging at her. Though a bit startled, Foreign launched herself backwards and his fist streaked by in front of her face. She knew this was probably how he was going to react to her little message- angry and blunt. Yet before Foreign could register any more thoughts his fists were flying at an almost mechanical rate and alarming speed. The foreign android couldn't even see Cell in front of her for the shadows and whips of his fists and occasional foot. They were locked in decisive combat- unfortunately, something both of them had been looking forward to.
Both had been wanting to see the levels of each other's strength.
Even as her reflexes caught and met every blow Cell gave, Foreign temporarily dropped her guard as her thoughts drifted. -It's all a part of this blood wrath...some say the lust for battle is a weakness, some say a strength...but maybe it's just a stabilizer..?-
Her drop of defense cost her as a fist of the fellow android plunged into her stomach. It didn't quite HURT, it was just a bit uncomfortable. And embarrassing.
Choking on the loss of breath, Foreign stumbled backwards. Cell momentarily stopped his assault, not even winded. The smirk that Foreign was becoming familiar with played on his features as his tail whipped hungrily.
Foreign raised her head just enough, letting her hair shadow her face as her eerie eyes pierced their gaze through Cell. The movement of their bodies, through the folly of attacks and counter attacks, at lead them to the nearby small forest. "Not one for conversation, are you?" she commented dryly.
Cell frowned, his beak turning downwards. "Dear android, you cannot expect me to believe that offer. You would have used my blind trust for your benefit and would have betrayed me in the end."
Foreign let a smirk pass over her. Okay, so he wasn't stupid. "You're right," she answered as she straightened herself, wiping a smudge off her chin. "But still, we could get what we needed done faster if we join powers. You would betray me as well, and you know that. Especially when you long to reach your 'Perfect' stage...which will ironically never happen."
Cell tensed. -That fool...trying to draw out my doubts and use them to weaken me...intelligent, but foolish.- Cell chuckled. "Now android, you know when I reach my final form I am unstoppable..."
Foreign glowered at her opponent, fuming as she was subjected to one of her mood swings. "What have I told you about calling me ANDROID?!" she hissed as she lunged, phasing just before impacting into Cell's chest and instead appearing behind him as she sent a swift and volatile kick in his spine. Cell was thrown forwards but spun as he was launched from his standing position, coming to bring his hands in front of him as a ki ball developed rapidly. Pushing his strength out the small but impressive blast fired at Foreign, who nimbly dodged it just as it shot by. Instead the ki blasted into the nearest tree, causing the bark and wood to shatter and a gash to appear as the tree toppled over. This caused a chain reaction as the tree brought the younger trees surrounding it down with it's limber branches. Foreign skidded to a stop, one eye focused on the uprooting of the trees and the other angrily fixed on Cell.
"You idiot! The Z fighters will sense you!" Foreign snarled.
Cell smirked but fumed at his mistake. -I'll be happy when this first-form temper wears off...- he thought absently. Getting into a defensive position Cell studied his opponent. "Well Foreign, what would cause you to say that I will never become Perfect? An awful bland and misleading statement..."
Foreign turned her attention from the trees, tuning out the sound of the trees falling messily to the ground. "Your revival left you with a defect, Cell," she muttered darkly. "When I was in you I felt it. Something inside of you is damaged internally and with it damaged you will never be Perfect."
Anger and disbelief welled up inside of Gero's creation. "Lies," he said.
Foreign was running out of patience. "Cell, don't you see-"
But the other android cut her off. "We're supposed to be fighting the Z warriors and not each other. Is that what you're implying?"
Foreign frowned, but nodded slightly. "Of course you understand. But I know we can never be allies. We just share the same goal."
Cell scoffed. "And what would your goal be, dear?"
That left Foreign momentarily baffled. Once again the question of her lost memory floated back to her mind. She shrugged it off. "To learn," she responded. That was a bit of truth. "To be one of the best...to not be taken lightly..." with this she smiled crookedly. "And you?"
Cell smirked again, lifting his head proudly. "To conquer as the perfect creation. But conquer is a misleading word- to strike fear and respect in all beings is a more suitable sentence."
Foreign sighed out of her nose. "So what do you propose we do?"
Number 21 snorted. "What you want to do is none of my concern, as long as you don't get in my way. I sense you hold back on your true power and may not know the extent of it yourself. You could prove a worthy opponent. But my main goal is to defeat and kill Son Gohan. Afterwards...when I am Perfect...I will take you down...Android."
Foreign ignored the 'android' remark. "And if I get in your way?"
Cell chuckled evilly. "Then the 'afterwards' will be sooner than planned."
At the edge of her ki sensing abilities, Foreign felt the twinge of an incoming energy level. Processing her latter memories and information stored in her databanks, she concluded it was the half-saiyajin that went by the name of Gohan. Tuning her senses back on Cell, Foreign smirked a mirror image of his. "It seems your rival is here. Fight him or no, wait for your 'perfection' or no...just don't forget that I will spit on your grave when 'afterwards' comes around." She turned, ready to spring into the sky. She had tot hink of a witty comment, something that would anger the bio-android before she left.
She thought of it. "Goodbye, Suiitohaato." With a flick and a minor use of ki she had launched herself from the ground and disappeared into the waning rays of day that were just peeping around the folds of night that covered the sky.
Cell stood, fuming at her good-bye. He too had felt Gohan's ki closing in. Looking into the sky, Cell frowned and made up his mind. He took a step back, his armor blending in the patches of green...and disappeared.
-_-_-_-
Gohan landed on the ground, confused. "I could have sworn I felt something here..." Feeling dejected Gohan suddenly focused his keen eyesight on the toppled trees, dirt still fresh and settling as some leaves were still falling gently to the ground. "Hmm...this looks like it was down very recently." Gohan stooped, feeling a leaf that had settled on the ground. "Someone...or someONES...were here..." Letting the leaf fall from his grasp the young saiyajin stood, peering around. "Whoever it was, they're gone now..." He sighed. He couldn't shake the feeling of something eerie in this place. Whatever it was, it made his blood run cold. He needed to get home before Chi Chi grew upset, and there was nothing else here. Vegeta, Bulma and Trunks had already left for home and he had been trailing behind when he thought he felt ki. Now that dawn was rising, he was growing tired and hungry. Obeying his stomach he turned and took off into the sky.
-_-_-_-
Foreign was too upset to bother with holograms and impersonations, so she flew slowly and stealthily back to Sanrioki. No matter- no human could see her anyway. The thing that gave her comfort was the memory of the look on Cell's face when she had left. Sweet revenge.
She flew aimlessly for a while. The sun was rising, more people were bustling about on the streets. She stuck tot eh shadows of buildings and settled on a rooftop as she surveyed the area. It was then when she spotted the abandoned building- the windows were boarded and the walls were covered in vines and cracks. Checking the alley below her to make sure no one saw, she hopped off the rooftop and hovered to the nearest window. With expert grace she tore off the rotting boards and let them fall into the trash bin below. Foreign slipped inside.
The room was dark, pitch-black, and the air was musty. The android held up a hand a faint-glowing ki ball formed as the room was lit. Not much but an old mattress with some blankets, a desk crammed against a wall and a pile of bricks in the opposite corner. There was a dor with the corner broken off, so you could see into the hall. The floor was cake in dust, but Foreign sensed the presence of someone else here.
The blankets on the mattress moved, and Foreign turned her steel gaze to the movement. They twisted, turned, and then two shy eyes appeared from under them. They were dark chocolate colored, and the shaggy hair in pigtails was a fiery red. Foreign recognized it as a human child, perhaps only four years of age.
The child stared, transfixed at Foreign with fear and apprehension. Inching away, the child coughed silently at eh dust that rose and settled with her movement. The blankets slipped through her small hands, revealing a ragged path of clothing that covered her- blue-jeans two sizes too big for her small frame, a dusty blue shirt with faint and illegible writing on the front. Her feet were bare and she inched back even more until her back was against the wall.
Foreign studied the fair-skinned child, her steel gaze causing the child to quake. Then the monotone android smiled lightly.
"Does the light hurt your eyes?"
The child studied with fascination the small glowing ball the level-voiced woman held in her hand. Meekly the young girl shook her head.
Foreign squatted on the floor and found a match and an old candle. Expertly she struck a flame and set it on the desk against the wall. The child watched her every movement.
Foreign found herself providing for the human infant. She was disgusted with herself inwardly, but there was something in her that lapped at the chance to be with a child.
-Probably because Creator built me in the form of a human with some human attributes...that fool was always a bit obsessed with these creatures...-
Foreign stopped at the thought, confused at the memory that had just popped in her head and had disappeared just so suddenly.
Perhaps if she just waited...her memories would come back.
Or maybe she was suffering from a defect like Cell...
Foreign sat down by the matted sheets that the girl had wrapped herself in. She smiled, mustering up as much warmness as she could...which wasn't exactly enough, but enough for the girl to know she meant no harm.
"Are you tired?"
The girl nodded, then motioned to the bed. Foreign shook her head.
"I don't sleep."
The girl blinked, smiled, then snuggled into the covers. So trusting, and innocent.
Foreign needed no sleep, but she watched as the child drifted into slumber.
"I'll call you...Houyoku...Phoenix wings," The android told the fire-haired sleeping child.
End of Episode bonus!
Master Roshi: Opens the box and pulls out...bunny rabbit pajamas!
Piccolo: What is that for?!
Random dude: Shouldn't have asked him...
Master Roshi: I want you to put these on!
Krillin: Cracks up OH DEAR KAMI, TAKE ME NOW!
Sierrakoi: That is the essence of evil! Not even I would wear those!
Random dude: You own a pair!
Sierrakoi: Those are blue. i_i
Piccolo: No. I refuse. This is absurd!
Master Roshi: Oh, the mighty Piccolo scared?
Piccolo: The mighty Piccolo does not have the intelligence level of a turtle hermit...
Yamcha: C'mon! Be brave! Think of it this way- do this and you can dare anyone anything you want if they choose it! In fact if you choose me I promise I'll do any dare you throw! Trying not to crack up
Piccolo: ...
((A/N: What is Piccolo's fate in this twist of T/D?? Find out!
AGE GUESS EXTENDED! HINT HINT HINT: He's over fifty...and an odd number!
TWENTY POINTS TO THE PERSON WHO CAN TELL ME WHAT Suiitohaato MEANS!
See ya! ^^))