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: Sorry for this being so late! I had to update my other fics, and it took me forever to get around to them because I've been extremely busy.

Random dude: Stone the late updater... Advances, pebble in hand

Sierrakoi: And you say I'm strange.

Chibi Sierrakoi: Ish strangeness contagioushesh?

Random dude: Don't you mean 'contagious'?

Chibi Sierrakoi: You dingbat! ^___^ Is chased by Random

((A/N: Word results at the end of the chapter))

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Frozen Phoenix- Thank you for your kind words, they really had me hyped up with some fresh inspiration. When I first started working on this I had never planned on anything like Phaythe and Ironee to pop up. But they did, so I hope it turns out well!

Psycho Llama- Lol!! Thanks for the promotion, Llama! ^-^

Ci-Ci-Sang- You're right! I did choose his name as sort of symbolic- Ironee as in 'irony'. His life and how he turned out is pretty filled with irony, ne?

Doctoroc- LOL! Imagining Gollum adorned in such attire You always give me laughs! Thanks! (And you were asking about fonts? If you want to change your fonts, type up your fic on a word processor and then save it as an html file. That'll save your font.)

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the-crab- Special thanks out to you--you were the very first reviewer and all! Adorns you with a string of Hawaiian flowers

Last time: Creator was explained, Phaythe introduced--seems Gohan might catch on to Cell and Foreign!

...And the T/D insanity continued.

This time: Ohh...slight scent of Cell/Foreign and Squeegle/Houyoku? *Gasp* And what's this? Aye carumba!

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For now:

"Speech."

Telepathy.

-Thought.-

Emphasized word or words.

Italicized paragraphs are usually flashbacks.

-_-_-_- means a time lapse or a switch of viewpoints.

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The Wings of a Butterfly

"The smallest detail can lead to the greatest consequences--in life, love, and faith."

"Sis...

"I'm sorry...

"For the things I've done...

"...Forgive me..."

Phaythe jerked awake again, the soft voice echoing smoothly in her head. Had she been dosing again? Yeah, she had. Almost dreaming, though her dreams were always filled with despair and were often portrayed vacant and wispy.

She'd been dreaming of Ironee again. It was his voice that she had heard. But it was odd- she could hear him saying it so clearly, but he had never said anything like that before. Shaking her head, Phaythe rested her eyes on the flickering screen in front of her. No use dreaming about the past.

Forgive me...

The words came back into Phaythe's mind.

-If I did see Ironee again...would I be able to forgive him after all this?-

Her eyes wandered over her eternal prison- the blank room, dark and drear...the silence...the solitude- all because of Ironee.

-Yes...even after all this...

-...I'd still be able to forgive him...-

-_-_-_-

Houyoku was biting her thumb nail, watching Cell closely. She had never seen anything quite like him, and he scared her. His tail was some living thing that snaked behind him as if on a continuous prowl, and his eyes were so...deceitful. Even she felt she couldn't put an ounce of trust in this thing, and she let her opinion clearly known by not letting herself get within a few feet of him at any one time. Cell, on the other hand, had made up his mind by not letting himself get within a few feet of Houyoku at any one time. Instead he took delight in just teasing the line laid at the vicinity and smiling coyly at her, or perhaps throwing in a hiss to make her eyes widen and her feet to stumble backwards. Torturing the little brat was proving to be quite amusing, even if he did feel a bit shamed. Here he was, the perfect being, the ultimate warrior, and he was reduced to scaring a small human child for a sadistic sense of pleasure.

-All in good time,- the bio-android reminded himself as he watched Houyoku press her back against the door, watching him intently. All he had to do was wait, wait for his Perfection, and then he would continue where he left off. He would face Gohan again, he would WIN...and then he would laugh smugly right in Foreign's face as he killed her too. No one bested Cell, and she would pay for her arrogance. Then again, he had to admit, he suffered from the arrogance disease as well.

But Cell was not very patient, and the ever lingering seed of doubt...the smallest possibility that he did, INDEED have a defect...was enough to drive his senses over the line. He had to find out--he wanted his perfection now.

So, he decided to test a theory. Perhaps if he absorbed more humans, his internal system would kick back into full gear and he would morph into his final form again. After all, all it had taken before was single cell that had remembered his perfection!

Then again, he HAD been blown up...and Cell was too wary to blow himself up again. If his systems were malfunctioning, his regenerating powers might not work as well. And to blow himself up, he would have to use a vast amount of ki. That would attract Z Fighter attention. And if he DID regenerate...and his idea did not work, and he was Imperfect still, he would only be killed by the Z senshi. And that would be embarrassing.

...So, back to square one.

Humans.

Hmmm.

The other white meat.

But what if Foreign relocated herself while he was gone? Not that it mattered, that is, but he would hate to have to waist time searching for her again. She was his only tool for amusement, and even though he could do well on his own without her, she was something new and his curiosity plagued him. So he decided to try something she would not expect--and he went to do so, stalking past Houyoku as the child scampered over to the couch.

Foreign was outside, examining the exterior of the cabin. -It's in fair condition,- she chided mentally. The wood had deteriorated with the persistent rains and climate changes. One of the windows had been broken, vines were growing along the boards. But it would do--she wasn't planning on staying long, anyway.

Circling the cabin to examine the back portions, her thoughts drifted to earlier. That strange man and his visit--his odd sense of knowledge he possessed. Who was that? How did he know so much--why did he tell her?

Fear--Foreign knew she had it inside of her, she had to face it. She was afraid. She was afraid because she did not know where she had come from, where she was going, what path she was wanting to take. She was here, on this planet, supposedly studying humans. Somehow she had gotten mixed up with a human child of her own and an android from the planet's past. And there were warriors here on this planet that would probably try to kill her, just for knowing Cell.

Then, a strange metaphor manifested itself in her head.

-The wind off a butterfly's wings can cause a hurricane at another part of the world...-

Strange for those thoughts to be in her head at this time. What little things she did--they would effect her.

And then, as if by some playful snap of Fate, a small orange-winged butterfly glided just beyond a rim of trees in the distance. The light caught the swoop of it's wings, illuminating the insect for one moment in time.

-Am I falling in love with this planet?- Foreign wondered, absently. It was absurd. -Am I falling in love with the humans?- Even more absurd.

-I don't know love,- Foreign berated herself. A petty emotion, not worthy of her time. Love and hate were on a thin line, but love was also pain--and hate was what resulted from pain. And hate was what made you strong.

But then again, doesn't that link 'love' and 'strength'?

Foreign's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of level breathing from behind. Already knowing who it was, by the waft of aura she sensed, Foreign didn't even turn around. "What is it, Cell?"

Cell felt a little intrusive for disturbing Foreign when she was obviously deep in thought, but brushed that aside. Even though he knew she could not see him, he smirked anyway as his tail curled around his legs.

"I wanted to ask you a question," he answered. He narrowed his eyes, absently studying the flow of Foreign's hair as it cascaded down her shoulders, a multi-colored waterfall. "And to inform you that the human brat is possibly breaking some of the furniture in the cabin." Well, that was true. The furniture was old, and a dry creek and THUNK from inside testified to that fact.

A smile--the smallest, very smallest hint of one--nearly passed lightly on Foreign's lips. How could it be that Cell could be so full of malice but at the same time be so...so...

Hnn. Foreign couldn't quite think of a word.

"Hnn. Ask what you want," Foreign answered. She continued- "And if the kid breaks any more furniture, she can sleep on the floor."

Cell smirked darkly, absently folding his arms. He responded, "I'm going hunting. I request you to come along. Drag along the human brat if you want."

Foreign nearly rolled her eyes, but still did not turn around. It was odd, because there was a churning sensation bubbling in her stomach. "You don't trust me?"

Cell chuckled deeply. "Of course I don't trust you. That's why I'm requesting you come along in the most icy fashion."

The churning sensation was growing. Foreign's hearing seemed to tune in even more--she could hear the leveled breathing of Cell even clearer from behind her, the sound of his tail lightly swaying along the dried leaves and soft grass of the woods.

Some unknown emotion--growing, with every moment. Foreign stepped to the side, turning to face Cell, breaking away from that feeling. It shimmered and disappeared inside of her.

Well, that had been odd.

"I suppose," she answered easily. "I would like to see your skills at work--to make sure you would even be a worthy opponent."

Cell smirked again, remembering their earlier skirmish. "Just don't get in my way."

Foreign brushed past Cell, knowing it would annoy him. A slight growl from the burly bio-android let her know it did. "I won't, I'll be too busy laughing at you."

Cell scoffed.

-_-_-_-

"Tootie fruitie!!"

Squeegle was sweatdropping massively, the poor little blob had nowhere to turn. His master was on another one of his kicks again.

"Aye carumba!"

Creator was doing some form of odd shimmy around the room, extravagant flowery necklaces draped along his neck and on the horns protruding from his jaw. To add to the effect, Creator was also smacking a rattler against his hip.

Poor Squeegle. The little blob jiggled along the control consol, also adorned in a miniature flowery necklace. The main control consol was playing some odd exotic dance music that Creator had somehow downloaded into the system. And they were dancing.

But somehow, the now white-colored Squeegle decided, he felt good keeping his master happy. And if that meant dancing to human music while performing the oddest moves, that was okay.

But oh, the humanity.

"Come on, my dear Squeegle! Back that thing up!" Creator called.

Squeegle mentally groaned but 'backed that thing up'. "Squee..!"

-_-_-_-

Gohan groaned as the weight of the shopping bags strained his muscles. Giving the store a fleeting glance, the demi-saiyajin was pondering whether to drop the bags and run as Bulma paid off her purchase.

"I thought we were looking for something suspicious," Gohan pleaded fervently as he and Bulma exited the clothing store, his arms still piled. Bulma chuckled merrily, now in a much better mood, and waved at him dismissively.

"Oh, we have all day!" she laughed. "Besides, I needed the new wardrobe."

Gohan sighed, hefting the bags up to his shoulders. "I would like to check out a place not far away," he told the blue-haired woman beside him. "I thought I felt some unfamiliar ki signatures there before."

Bulma gaped at the young saiyajin, nearly running into people coming down the sidewalk. "What?? Why didn't you tell me that?!"

"I didn't think it was important," Gohan muttered sheepishly.

Bulma rolled her eyes, now catching up with him. "Yeah right, you were only thinking of your stomach!!"

Gohan turned to face Bulma, his eyes now serious. "I'm going to drop your bags off at your place. It won't take but a minute. Stay here and don't move--I'll be back in less than five minutes to get you and check out what I felt earlier. I might even bring Vegeta along."

Bulma shook her head. "No, don't get Vegeta. Someone needs to watch Trunks. I'm sure whatever it is, you can handle it on your own!"

Gohan gave Bulma a fleeting grin before dashing off into an alley to find a good spot to take flight where no one could see him. "I'll be back!"

Bulma bit her lip as Gohan disappeared, sinking onto a nearby bench. Her good mood had dissipated. Once she had heard that Gohan had felt that ki signature, her heart had been increasing its beating.

Cell.

Was it possible? Was she just being paranoid?

She buried her face in her hands. Too much. It was just too much...

-_-_-_-

Squeegle was doing the Macarana with Creator when the beeping from the control made Creator stop in mid hip-sway.

"Bah! Damned hippos!" Creator grumped as he approached the system. Squeegle inched up and plopped on the chair, more than tired after their last conga line. Creator had mentioned they were doing the Electric Slide next and that keeping in shape was of the utmost importance, along with bendy straws. It was at times like these Squeegle regretted that Creator had lost most of his sanity.

"SQUCK!" Squeegle jiggled as he slid off the chair as Creator sat, nearly sitting on him. Now with a bruised ego, the little blob grumbled in his odd speech and slid up the control consol to come to a stop in his favorite nap spot. Creator was hastily pressing buttons, his eyes narrowed and a serious expression drawn on his face. His mood had changed so quickly Squeegle found it almost scary.

Creator stopped typing as various statistical readings scrolled down the screen. Squeegle slid over to Creator's elbow and nudged him with a gel appendage. "Squee..?"

Creator frowned. "Impossible, improbable..." was all he mumbled as he studied the data on the screen. "Unexpected, fascinating..." He stopped and tapped a claw against his chin.

Squeegle made a small 'smuck' sound to get Creator's attention. Creator, now seeming to realize Squeegle was curious as to what was going on, motioned to the screen.

"My creation," Creator explained. "My creation is experiencing difficulties. I found a small bit of data earlier that read she had experienced foreign emotions. An emotion that usually only sentient species feel."

Squeegle would have blinked if he could have. "Squn?"

Creator suddenly leaned back, as if in trance. "Admiration, my dear Squeegle. Admiration, and something else." He suddenly shook his head, a giggle escaping his throat. "What a turn of events! My little Foreign is becoming quite a paradox! Never has she been so rambunctious. It is a nice change, ne?"

Squeegle curled up into a little gel blob, his thoughts beginning to wonder. What if Foreign changed too much? What if his master became unhappy with her change?

The picture of the girl who was staying with Master's creation popped in Squeegle's mind. What would happen to Houyoku?

If only Squeegle could have known that at that same moment, Houyoku was thinking the same thing.

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