Disclaimer: No DBZ is owned by me. *Tra-lala* The only things I own are...Foreign, Squeegle, Houyoku, Creator, Phaythe, and Sanrioki! And all the other stuff I created within the depths/shallows of my mind.
Sierrakoi: Yay!
Random dude: You updated your profile again, didn't you? What a minute. You've updated it twice. You are writing this out at- Looks to the clock 11:00 at night, aren't you? You just heckled the Lord of the Rings DVD to watch, didn't you?
Sierrakoi: ^__^
Chibi Sierrakoi: Singing Round cocoanuts on the cocoanut tree! Lalalalalalala! Biggest cocoanuts that you ever did see! Lalalalala! Just don't pick them off and flick them on me! Lalalaaa...
Random dude: That child is mentally...warped.
Last time: To sustain his sanity, Cell is aggravating Foreign to death by trailing them everywhere.
This time: More is explained, and the true background of Creator is revealed, and Phaythe is introduced.
Who I Am
"Who I am is who I will always be."
-...This has got to be the end...
-...There is no other way...
-...He can't be allowed...to continue this...
-...This is my last stand...-
Phaythe edged away from the screen displayed, her emerald green eyes- plain, with no visible iris- closed in deep thought. Her dark, wood-shade green hair was falling loosely around her shoulders like a miniature waterfall. Two small, beige horns protruded from her jaw and curled idly to where they just touched her pale lips. Her skin was ghostly white and her form was tall and frail, covered in simple red robes with a white sash. The room where she dwelled was plain, dark, and domed with one wall entirely covered with a screen and a master control system positioned under it. And that is where she was and- she felt,- would always be. Here, in this room, with only the faintest of memories to keep her going.
How long had it been?
Millennia...maybe longer...quite some time. That long span of time ago, she had once roamed the halls of the greatest Academies ever to be noted in all the cosmos. Her planet had been named Ja-Nakail and rotated idly around a major sun, with only four other nearby planets. Her people had been soaring in intelligence, they had been noted for their adaptability and desire to always know more. They had learned how to manipulate matter, how to alter strings of space-time, and many other things.
But her people were...or had been, very superstitious. And one of their superstitions was, that twins were a calamity born to tear their civilization to shreds. And of course that could not be tolerated.
Phaythe was a twin. Her brother was named Ironee. Like all great Ja-Nakail who were expected to carry on the legacy of their parents and become great scholars, Phaythe and Ironee had been sent to the Academy to spend their lives. The nurse-mother, the Ja-Nakail that had birthed them, felt obligated to protect the young ones and told no one that they were twins. Phaythe and Ironee carried great resemblance, but since Ironee was taller than his sister, everyone believed he was older. Naturally, Phaythe never told anyone the truth. To do so would bring impending doom upon her chances of a promising future and her life on their planet.
But one day the section of the academy where she and her brother were stationed, the Manipulation of Matter labs, had to go through a physical scanning process. There was a disease that was spreading on their home planet, born from some sulfuric acids that dwelled in the planet's deep crust. Upon examining blood and brainwave patterns...the secret they had kept for so many years came to light.
Twins.
Phaythe and Ironee. Twins.
Phaythe had lost Ironee that day. Ironee died in his own shell of self when the angry, vengeful faces of his co-workers had turned on him. When they had cast their scrutinizing glares. When they had ordered he and Phaythe out, out into the direst of the world's lands, to live in solitude for all their remaining days.
Ironee had died, and Creator was born.
-_-_-_-
"Where do you plan on spending the nights?" Cell asked merrily as he continued to tail Foreign. "Even though you need no sleep, that human brat will grow tired eventually."
Foreign felt like clawing at her face. Hours. Cell had been following them for hours. A comment here, obvious advice there, a few insults thrown in for flavor. It seemed Android #21 was keen on stealing every last bit of sanity Foreign had.
But, he was right. As Foreign idly waited for a bus to load up with people, she cast a look to Houyoku. The girl was leaning wearily on her leg, her eyes lidded in the longing for sleep. Cell was standing a few feet away, arms crossed, that sadistic gleam in his eye. Oh, he was enjoying this.
-This should be illegal, it's so fun...- Cell mused as he watched Foreign send him a spiteful look.
"I'm going back to check on my pod," Foreign answered after a minute. The bus had pulled away and they were free to cross. The draft of fume-filled air the vehicle left blew into Houyoku's face, causing her to jerk up and squint up her nose.
Foreign felt like an ant. An ant, scurrying along in this maze of a human city. She had been just about everywhere and had found nothing profoundly interesting at all. Even Houyoku seemed confused to why they had been aimlessly wandering. Cell was the only source that distracted Foreign's mind away form impending boredom. She had to admit, in a twisted way she was glad he was there.
"Why?" Cell frowned. Foreign provided great amusement, her reactions to his taunting was more than entertaining, but still she surprised him at odd times. She was still quite unpredictable.
Foreign decided not to cross the street and idly watched a group of humans scurry across as some vehicles sat in wait. "It may be un-enterable, but it's still not hologrammed. And I don't want a pile of humans swarming over it. I might have to move it to an even more desolate area," she explained dryly. "And as I was making my land, the scouting system confirmed a small building not far off from the pod's landing site. In a small area of woods- it appeared to be abandoned. I can lodge there for a minimum time...at least until I have no more use for the human."
Cell smirked frostily, turning his piercing gaze to Houyoku, who looked away from the burly man in fear. "And then, what will you do?"
Foreign chose not to answer as she turned on her heel and went back into the direction of her pod, Houyoku quickly following and Cell taking up the rear with a very satisfied smirk.
-_-_-_-
"SQUEEGLE!!!!"
Squeegle jerked, jiggled, then stretched. He had been enjoying a nice, quiet and undisturbed cat nap on the master board when Creator had woken him. "Squee?"
Creator bounded over to Squeegle seemingly from nowhere, his braided green hair flopping madly. "There you are!! I was afraid I had lost you!"
Squeegle sweatdropped slightly. They were only in one room, and his gel-like, fuchsia-colored figure wasn't that hard to miss against the drear walls...
Creator continued, "I want to play this amusing game with strings-" to demonstrate, Creator held up both hands, where his fingers were looped with string "-But I need an extra hand to stick their finger there so I can loop that string!! Care to help, my friend?" Creator giggled.
Squeegle went to a hazel color. The things he did to keep his master happy...
Sigh.
-_-_-_-
Foreign encountered a problem.
...
....
Houyoku was mortally afraid of heights.
The female android felt the child's grip tighten until it was almost painful, Houyoku's face buried into the back of her neck and her entire body quaking. Foreign was annoyed to no end by this- she wasn't even flying fast!
Cell was one happy android, now that he was able to drop his hologram. He had his wings flared for stability and his tail waved behind him as he flew parallel to Foreign. Foreign didn't trust him one bit, she always had an eye on him, and she trusted him even less knowing he knew the location of the building they were going to stay in. Shedding her hologram as well, Foreign sighed. It seemed nothing was going to shake Cell off from his set mind. He was just not going to go away. Whether he was staying out of curiosity or spite, or something more, Foreign didn't know. All she knew was that he was here, and that's apparently where he wanted to be.
Houyoku slowly lifted her head, absolute fear clouding her eyes as the landscape whizzed past underneath her. All she knew was that one minute her mommy and that man had been talking, and then they had left the city, and then mommy had picked her up and WHOOM, she was in the air!!
Where was that man? Houyoku looked around fearfully, never loosening her grip from around Foreign's neck. Finally she saw what she was looking for.
Her eyes widened, her entire body going stiff as her eyes rested on Cell in his true form. Cell felt Houyoku's gaze on him and turned her head toward her, smiling maliciously and causing her to squeak and bury herself into Foreign's back again.
Foreign growled, growing tired of the restless child on her back. The ground underneath the android was fading into its orange hue, a sign she was nearing her pod landing site.
-It's odd,- Foreign mused to herself. -I feel almost guilty for dragging Houyoku into all of this. What will I do with her after her use wears off?
-...
-....
-I'll just have to...dispose of her.-
It was simple, Foreign decided. After all, the brat was just a human. Worthless, weak...
...
Innocent...
-I wish I could send all these confounded human emotions into the pits of Hell,- Foreign mentally grumbled.
-_-_-_-
"Just what are we doing again?" Gohan asked, scrutinizing. He was halfway dragging himself through the air, and it didn't help Bulma was weighing him down.
"We're going to look again," Bulma explained irratably. "I already told you- I believe what I saw was real!"
"Mom's getting mad because I'm getting behind on my studies," Gohan pointed out. "Not even you could change her mind about that."
Bulma sighed. "True. Chi-Chi is one stubborn mule. But I'll only keep you out for an hour or so, deal? if we don't see anything, I'll forget about it all."
Her and Krillin's conversation flashed back into Bulma's mind.
Cell...
"Sure enough, Bulma!" Gohan agreed. "I can smell the fast-food stations from Sanrioki already!" To demonstrate this, Gohan's stomach gave an ominous rumble.
Bulma chuckled, tugging at her red dress. -Never wear a dress flying,- she mentally noted.
Gohan paused for a moment, feeling a small tug of...something... Something resembling ki, off to his right.
-I wonder what that could be?- he mentally asked as he reminded himself to check it out a little later.
-_-_-_-
Phaythe opened her eyes as she realized she had been dozing. Straightening her back she yawned, stretching out her muscles and tendons. What had she been doing? Thinking. She had been thinking. She REALLY needed to be checking up on Cell, he had probably forgotten their earlier encounter by now. Typical of a male.
Phaythe wheeled herself over to her consol, her hand wavering over the keys.
She was thinking again.
Remembering.
...
Her brother had not taken their banishment well.
Before they were forced to take all of their materials and belongings, he had snuck into one of the advanced labs. Ironee/Creator had always been very, very intelligent. But Phaythe had begun to notice a subtle change. Subtle, but growing.
Ironee was becoming detached. At a loss. It was as if he was fading and becoming something else. And he was.
Ironee/Creator had tampered with one of the labs' special projects. The space-time altering mechanism. He set it off.
The resulting signals, the energy, the power- it had shattered their planet. It had gone up in an eerie white flame, forgotten, destroyed, taking two of the neighboring planets with it. Ja-Nakail was no more. The Ja-Nakail people simply ceased to exist.
At his last moment of sanity, Ironee/Creator had hastily programmed his and Phaythe's signatures into the machine. When it was set off, they were not taken down into death with their people.
The machine had never been tested before, so Phaythe did not know what to expect when she suddenly popped out of existence.
She was transported to a planet that did not exist, in a parallel dimension that never had a chance to become reality. The planet was gray, dark, desolate. Older than any other place she knew. But the nothingness that resided here and taken over, and when she was transported, the nothingness threatened to take her. In a panic, Phaythe used her motivation inspired by fear and created a building. Small, one-roomed, domed and bare. She had managed to build it and close herself inside before the nothingness came for her. And here she was, millennia and millennia later. Still in this room, alone, in this non-existent world...alone.
Alone.
Phaythe, using her manipulation of matter and superior brain power, forced herself into action before she went insane from the absolute solitude. She created a master control console. A screen.
In a desperate attempt, she sent a signal out for her brother.
She reached him.
He was in the same predicament as she. He, too, had popped into a non-existent dimension.
But he was far too gone. Ironee had truly died, and only Creator was left.
To fight the solitude that threatened to take him, Creator invented the Games. He sucked Phaythe into his game. The game was to choose their players and play them out in a play of war, and whoever won was named victor. Creator had always won. And when he did win, he destroyed the planet.
"Not good enough," he would say, "we weren't good enough, they tried to get rid of us- tee-hee, just not good enough, neither was that planet, it lost the game, sissy lost the game..."
Phaythe looked at the blank screen. Creator had created his own player. He had always been fascinated with the species called humans, they were his new obsession. He created his player in the image of a human. He would send her to a planet, play the Game, and bring her back and initiate a new game. Phaythe always chose her players from the already living.
Sometimes Phaythe could escape the solitude that haunted her. She and Creator had managed to create a system that they could actually download themselves into- they could download themselves into the consol in front of them- and appear on the planet in another form. Phaythe herself enjoyed the forms of birds of prey, like the raven. Creator always appeared as an old man.
Phaythe turned on the screen, images of earth glazed by and the screen finally rested on the image of Cell and Foreign, Houyoku attached, speeding towards a desolate area away from Sanrioki.
Phaythe smiled. With this Cell...she might win the game this time.
...
....But....
At the cost of making another lose...
If Phaythe won the game...
...Foreign would have to be destroyed...courtesy of the very rules Creator himself had made...
-_-_-_-
"Musty."
Cell wrinkled his beak. "Well, abandoned buildings usually aren't sunny. Or cabins, for that matter."
Foreign frowned distastefully and kicked at an old, rotten chair. She had checked on her pod, it had been fine- she had decided to leave it. Afternoon was well on now, Houyoku was about to swoon in her tiredness. But the poor girl was so happy to be back on the ground, she was practically dancing with joy.
Cell knocked away some old curtains, allowing more light to pour into the desolate cabin. The rays of sun illuminated the dusty tables and chairs- forgotten furniture, wooded flooring and faded pictures on the wall. Foreign wasn't impressed but Houyoku didn't seem to mind. In fact, the little girl spotted a couch and crawled onto it, yawning widely.
"So what are you planning on doing while the brat rests, dear?" Cell asked with a slight purr. Shivers ran down Foreign's spine- she wished he wouldn't do that. It was unnerving.
"Wait," she responded icily. "I have nothing better to do. Unless you want to fight me, that is."
Cell chuckled. Foreign almost looked hopeful. But naturally, Cell wasn't going to give her what she wanted. Just to test her and to prove he, too, was unpredictable, Cell snaked his tail around and raised it, running it's point along Foreign's arm. "Why would I want to do that?"
Foreign pulled away, glaring directly at Cell. "Stop that," she ordered. This only caused Cell to chuckle more.
-Jerk,- Foreign mentally chided as she checked on a now-sleeping Houyoku and gazed out the window.
End of Episode Bonus!
Random dude: It's Piccolo's turn.
Master Roshi: But it's not fair!! I want to take my turn again!!
Sierrakoi: But that wouldn't be fair...
Yamcha: Eh- she's right, no one else has had a second chance. And no offense...but you're nothing special. Sweatdrops
Goten: This is cool! Ki blasts another hentai magazine he's holding Look how they burn! They sorta shrivel up!
Trunks: Cool!!
Master Roshi: I am a broken man... Sobs
Piccolo: ....I might forfeit my turn to Roshi, as LONG as he does not dare me to do anything else. I never wanted to play this childish game, anyway...
Krillin: Man, Pic! You're such a pooper! Have a little spirit!
Piccolo: ...I'm a 'pooper' then.
Master Roshi: OHOHOHHOHOOO! He gave his turn to me! ME! Go me! I get to dare again!
Random dude: Hears a boom of reviewer ideas Dare Yamcha to go dateless for a month!
Yamcha: ARE YOU CRAZY!?!?!
Krillin: Porno shots of Piccolo!
Piccolo: Stares oddly at Krillin
Sierrakoi: Make Chi-Chi and 18 go on an outing!
Master Roshi: Hmmmmmmmm.....
Goten: Uh...make the clouds yellow!!
Trunks: Yeah! And make the ground swirly!
Piccolo: ...The next generation is, indeed, to be the greatest. Voice is heavily laced with sarcasm
((What will Roshi choose? Who knows! I'm sure all of the ideas are swirling around in his odd...twisted...head!
TWENTY POINTS TO DEMONICA! Yes, gaijin does mean 'foreigner'! *Tosses twenty points* And here's ten points to all of you dudes who also got it right! Oh heck- *tosses fifteen* I'm feeling generous! ^^
Sorry for the late update. Now I've got to go update 'Dear Cell'. @_@. Jooooy.
THIRTY points to whoever can tell me what konmei means!
See ya!))