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. ....Man, I love routine.
Sierrakoi: Flumps
Random Dude: Sierra would like to inform you viewers that she would normally put a lot of ramble here, but she's not feeling up to it.
Chibi Sierra: Attempting to shove cookies down Sierra's throat
Random Dude: o_o...I rest my case.
((My excuse is at the end of the chapter--along with, GASP, the End of Episode Bonus! Wee.))
Last time: Cell took care of a human pest problem, and Houyoku fled!
This time: Squeegle enters a whole new world, and a dreaded meeting is about to take place!
Mind of a Mad Man
"Confusing, consuming....these words that aren't my own."
"...But there are some differences, you see--unlike me, you'll be channeled directly to Earth..."
The words floated around Squeegle's mind, tap-danced on his head. They were so unreal, so...spastic, and unbelievable, the words themselves didn't even seem to make sense.
Creator...said he was going to Earth.
He. Squeegle. To Earth. On a mission.
On Earth.
Earth.
"Squeegle!" Creator's voice rang out like a snippy school teacher. "Are you listening??"
Squeegle snapped out of his thoughts and turned a bright yellow in embarrassment and apology. "Sqwue!"
"Ah yes, as I was saying...I created you with the properties, that when you 'download' yourself onto Earth, your body will be transported there. But when I want you to return, I can snap your connection back, thus causing you to transport back here. Unlike me, who is not really on the planet, you will be."
Squeegle had never had a dream before. He had nothing to dream about, much, though he had heard of dreams. But surely...surely this, what was happening...it all had to be a dream!
"My dear Squeegle, you look ill. Are you sure you want to do this?" Creator was bouncing a yo-yo he had conjured up now. Boing. Boing.
"Sq-SQUEE!!" Squeegle squeaked, standing immediately at attention. Even if this WAS a dream, it sure was a nice one!
"Ah! Good to see you so enthusiastic!" Creator clapped. But as quickly as it had come, his good mood abruptly vanished. His face darkened considerably, as he raised a hand to lightly, absently stroke one of his protruding jaw horns. "One condition..." His voice was dark and foreboding.
Squeegle leaned forward, eager.
"You cannot interact with the android, Cell."
Squeegle jiggled in an affirmative.
"As with Foreign."
Another jiggle.
"Try to avoid them..." Creator turned, raising his eyes to meet the darkness of the lab. "They don't need to fully understand what is going on just yet...the Game isn't fun that way...leave them confused..." Pause. "And another thing..."
"Squee...?"
"...CHEESE!!" Creator cracked up, doubling over in untainted laughter.
Okay, so maybe this WASN'T a dream.
-_-_-_-
Houyoku was running. She didn't know where. She only knew fear and...that sense of betrayal. She was scared, frightened, running aimlessly through the brush that made up the forest. The briars and barbs tore at her already haggard clothing. She erupted out of the line of trees into a small, simple meadow. And there she collapsed upon the soil, buried her face in her hands, and cried silent tears that swept across her cheeks and left streaks through the grime.
-_-_-_-
"We have more important things to do." Cell started to walk away, then turned his head to the side to peer at Foreign from the corner of his eye. "Let the child be. She wasn't important. You don't need her for a cover. She'll probably die anyway."
Foreign kept her face completely blank. But inside, it was turmoil. She wanted to retrieve Houyoku, and explain to her...but what would she say? What Houyoku had seen WAS truth.
Another part of Foreign wanted to see the kid dead. Plain and simple. That child was a weakness.
Sighing, Foreign became detached and shrugged idly, flicking a few strands of hair behind her ear. "Fine. We head back to the cabin. From there we can decide where to hit our next human targets."
Cell almost chuckled. "So, you're helping me now?"
Foreign scowled. "Think what you will. I merely have nothing else to do, and you persist in trailing me around. And besides..." She sauntered by Cell, and walked past him. "I want to prove to you that you will never become 'Perfect'. And if my some chance you do...I need a good challenge."
Cell almost snorted in amusement, but followed Foreign regardless. She wanted a challenge? Little did she know, that when he became Perfect, she would be a mere fly to his awesome power...
But still, he couldn't shake the feeling she was helping him, regardless of her motives.
-_-_-_-
The sky was the sky. The roof was the roof. And one second Gohan was looking at the sky, and the other, the roof.
"Ugggh..."
Bulma placed her hands on her hips, peering up at Gohan who was rolling back and forth across the cabin roof. "HONESTLY Gohan! It's not THAT bad! Vegeta will be back with your food shortly!"
"So...long..." Roll.
"Gohan."
"Moan...groan..."
"GOHAN!."
Gohan stopped in mid-roll, grinned sheepishly and pulled himself into a sitting position, rocking back and forth. "Eh-heh. Sorry."
Bulma laughed softly to herself, shaking her head. Oh Gohan. That boy will never grow up. But she DID wish Vegeta would hurry up...she just didn't feel safe with just her and Gohan...though Gohan provided plenty of protection.
Cell...
That thought haunted Bulma's mind. Was it true? Was Krillin right?
What if Cell had been here, at this cabin...and was coming back?
Bulma sighed, looking off into the forest. Hopefully this was just one bad nightmare.
-_-_-_-
"Squey!" Squeegle molded himself into the grooves on the control consol. The grooves that Creator had always grasped when transporting his mind to the Real Plane.
"Ready, my dear Squeegle?" Creator asked, pressing a few buttons.
Squeegle nodded, trying to keep himself a cool green as he settled amidst the unyielding metal of the consol. But bright flashes of yellow streaked across his body, showing how nervous he really was.
"Don't worry my dear Squeegle, if anything happens I'll just yank you back," Creator assured. "Like a big yoyo!"
Squeegle sweatdropped. Yeah, a big yoyo...that sounded comforting.
"Ready for ignition into the Real Plane in five...four..." Creator flipped a switch. "Three...two...two and three quarters...one!"
Before Squeegle had any time to react, there was a flash...and then the feeling of a lethargic fuzzy feeling as he felt himself being lifted up and dissipating into nothingness.
Creator watched Squeegle disappear with a small flash, his eyes carefully studying the spot where Squeegle had once been, then the screen in front of him. He knew that when he had created Squeegle, to do so in a way that would enable the blob to be transported directly to any world in the real plane of existence. And really that was all he had created Squeegle to be--a tool. But as of the last hundred or so years, Creator had felt something more for the blob he had made. A type of bond that held them together. Loneliness had been the only friend Creator had ever had. It had driven him beyond the brink of madness, beyond the point where he cared if he was ever found. But Squeegle, who had somehow had managed to carve a soul into himself, provided a feeling of relief that kept Creator's thoughts off the looming madness that threatened to take him beyond the brink of sanity every day.
And thus Creator realized, Squeegle was his 'friend'. But Creator did not care to acknowledge that, because it brought up memories...these faint memories...of these other 'friends' he had once had...long ago. And they were the ones...though he couldn't quite remember, that had driven him to this bleak world of nothingness. So he told himself Squeegle was his tool. Something to keep him occupied. Something to keep him just sane enough so that he still had his intelligence, his skills.
Yes. Just a tool.
-_-_-_-
Squeegle woke up. Vague at first, he had no idea where he was. In a state of confusion, he rolled over onto his side and looked up.
BRIGHTNESS!
Out of pure reaction, Squeegle threw up his hands to block the light that streamed down onto his face and sensitive eyes.
Hands?
Hands. With fingers. Flexible.
Face?
A face. He felt a nose, ears, a mouth.
Eyes?
Eyes that had never seen light. Eyes he had never had.
Slowly, Squeegle pulled his hands down. And he looked up at the sun with eyes that had never witnessed it before, and with a face that had never been exposed to it before, and with hands that he had never seen before with eyes he had never had.
Squeegle sat up and stared at himself for a long time. He had a body. An actual BODY. A form. Limbs. Skin. Bone.
He wiggled his fingers and toes. He rotated his shoulder and wrist. He blinked, wiggled his tongue and tried to touch his nose with it.
Human!
With sudden ease he leaped off the ground. All the knowledge flooded into his mind--he suddenly knew how to use the body, what it was and what all was on it. He had senses!
Wind!
Squeegle felt it blow against him, through the free-flowing hair that was attached to his head and the simple jeans and T-shirt he wore. Grass! He felt it under his bare feet. Light! He felt it warming his skin. Smell! he could smell flowers blooming around him. Sound! He could hear birds chirping from far trees, and even the wind that ruffled the grasses. Sight!
Sight was by far the most interesting and exciting of the senses he had discovered so far. The color of the world seemed to explode into his vision. Sure, he had seen pictures, but this was unreal!
A laugh burst out of his throat. Squeegle suddenly clamped his mouth shut. Then, with curiosity, opened it again. Another laugh came. He could talk!
"SQUEE!" Squeegle hopped from one foot to the other, laughing like a maniac. He had never imagined-
The sudden appearance of Houyoku in front of him caused Squeegle to freeze in mid-laugh and fall backwards, wide-eyed. "S-squee!"
Houyoku blinked. Here she had been, crying, alone and confused in the middle of a meadow. And suddenly a silly, odd-looking boy (but she DID like his dark brown eyes....they reminded her of CHOCOLATE! And his hair was this blonde color, like the beach!) had appeared out of nowhere!
Squeegle stared at Houyoku for a moment. His throat clamped shut and he felt this cold chill rush through him. But as soon as the chill swept through him, he felt a sweat break out over his body. "S...Squee?"
Houyoku blinked in confusion.
Squeegle blinked back. She didn't understand him...agh! Maybe he should try to learn this human talk...he had listened to tapes of humans talking. Maybe he should try it.
Squeegle cleared his throat, blinking a few more times, then bit his lip. "H..H-e..He..."
Houyoku inched closer, her despair momentarily replaced by intense curiosity about this boy.
"Ey..H...Hey."
Houyoku smiled, then giggled silently.
Squeegle felt this hot flush creep across his face. This was too weird! He wasn't used to such bodily temperature rises. Scrambling to his feet, he glanced around then looked back to Houyoku. "H...Hey." Frantically he tried to think of another word. But alas, that was the only word he could think of. He just didn't know Human!
Houyoku straightened herself up and waved at Squeegle. Squeegle, slightly confused, waved back.
Houyoku stood on her tippy-toes. Curious, Squeegle copied her.
Houyoku giggled silently again, then poked herself in the forehead.
Even more curious, Squeegle did the same.
Hey...maybe being a human wasn't so hard after all.
-_-_-_-
Phaythe stared at the interaction between Squeegle and Houyoku.
"WHAT?!" She slammed her fists against the console. "I don't believe this!" She yelled at nothingness. "How can he...what is he trying to do?!" She bit her lip, attempting to figure her brother out. But how was she to decipher the mind of a mad man??
Okay, okay. She had to think.
-Cell is my player. Foreign is his.
-Houyoku is a possible tool to help change Foreign into the good.
-Cell is there to bring about a possible friendship which is why I chose him, if things work out...which is also for the good.
-But so far, Houyoku ran away, and now Foreign is at turmoil with herself and Cell is thinking of nothing but power...
-And Ironee sent out Squeegle...to talk with Houyoku? Perhaps he wants to keep Houyoku occupied so she won't go back to Foreign...and then Foreign won't realize her feelings for the child, and change for the good.
-That must be it!
-So Ironee's going to try to keep Foreign confused and angry...and try to use Cell's thirst for power to slowly drive her over the edge.
-But...I think...there might already be an odd friendship forming between the two. So maybe even without Houyoku, this may work out!
-...But anything can happen...if those Z senshi get involved...Cell and Foreign's friendship could suffer.
-This is too complicated.-
Phaythe collapsed against her chair, sighing. Well THAT had been an understatement.
The mind of a mad man. She couldn't even begin to understand.
-_-_-_-
"Please, tell me you're not sulking."
Foreign flinched. "Shut up."
"So you ARE sulking."
"Shut. Up."
"Tsk tsk."
"SHUT UP!"
Cell chuckled sadistically to himself as he allowed the wind to whip his tail lazily behind him. Foreign was to his side, scowling fiercely.
"Pouting."
"Do you just WANT me to kill you today or what?!"
Cell smirked to himself. Usually Foreign was so calm and collected, but after Houyoku had left she had been very touchy...and oh-so easy to aggravate.
And he loved agitating her.
"Admit it."
"Shut up, Cell."
"You'd kill me?"
"YES." Foreign was about an inch away from attempting that very thing.
"I thought you're supposed to be helping me."
"I'm not helping you."
"Then what are you doing?"
"..."
"Ah-hah."
"Shut up."
"Why?"
"Just...God, never mind."
"Oh no, I'm curious."
Foreign felt like ripping out her hair. What was WITH this guy?! Here she was, trying to help him out to become 'PERFECT' and he was flying here, trying to drive her absolutely insane! It was enough to drive her...well, insane. Or at least into a fit of spastic ki-blasts, surely.
Cell was about to throw out another witty remark, until a sudden overwhelming sense interrupted his chain of thoughts. Sub-consciously he slowed down in his flight.
Foreign noticed this, and slowed down as well. "What is it?"
Cell frowned, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Ki."
Foreign focused her attention on any ki signatures.
"I sense two."
"There are three," Cell corrected. "One is very weak. The other is heading away. And the other is with the weak signature."
Foreign looked to Cell, rummaging through the memories of his she had downloaded in her head.
"You think it's Vegeta, Bulma, and Gohan?"
Cell looked at her out of the corner of his eye, is face unreadable, in an affirmative.
"Should we greet them?"
Cell was taken back by her bold statement. Was she power-hungry, or just ignorant?! "That would not be wise. I'm still a little too weak to be risking a meeting with both of them at once."
"You have me with you," Foreign corrected.
"Not much of a difference. And besides, I thought you weren't helping me," Cell shot back coyly.
"This is not a time to be difficult!" Foreign grumbled. "Besides, by now they've already sensed us."
Cell had to process this for a moment. She was right. They could double-take and flee back to the forest, but the Gohan would surely follow (Cell had identified that Vegeta was the signature that was heading away, and thus he didn't think Vegeta would have sensed them) and see the mass of human carnage they had left behind...and it wouldn't take a genius to figure out who could have caused that.
So either way, they would be found out.
Cell smirked, closing his eyes briefly.
"Let him come to us."
-_-_-_-
Bulma had managed to find a moldy old magazine from under the table, and she was sitting on a crate outside reading some severely out-dated fashion advise when Gohan flipped off the roof.
She peered over the magazine, smiling. "Well, what is it Son Gohan? Hunger pains have faded already?"
Her smile vanished when she saw the serious expression on his face.
"Ki's. I sense them." Gohan looked back at her. "...I'm going to check it out."
"Gohan, shouldn't you wait for Vegeta-" Bulma blinked, suddenly realizing she was talking to air. Leaping off the crate and looking up she saw Gohan's figure streaking away into the sky. "NOT ONE FOR CONVERSATION, ARE YOU SON?!" She yelled after him, knowing full well he couldn't hear. She collaped back on the crate, chewing her nail.
Ki's?!
What if it was...
What. Ki's? As in...PLURAL? More than one?
Bulma's eyes widened.
-You'd better get back here, Vegeta!! Gohan needs you!-
End of Episode Bonus (WHAT THE HECK?? FINALLY! *Fwacks Sierrakoi*)!
Sierrakoi: Well, I'm back from debating reviewer ideas. And I have one thing to say.
Everyone: o_o
Sierrakoi: ...It's Roshi's turn!
Master Roshi: Woo! Dances And I've made my decision! I decide...THAT WE WILL SING ABOUT COCOANUTS, WHILE MAKING ODD MONKEY NOISES AND RANDOMLY SPANKING OUR TOOSHIES! And afterwards we will play a game of spin the bottle, and the game with the drinks and coin!
Yamcha: YOU'VE GOT TO BE INSANE!!
Trunks and Gohan: COOL! Clueless
Piccolo: Who declared you god of this EOEB??!
Master Roshi: I AM GOD OF THIS END OF EPISODE BONUS! HAHAHAHAHAH Poses, lightning flashing in the background I MAY NOT HAVE ANY MORE HENTAI MAGAZINES, BUT AT LEAST I WILL GET TO SEE MY FELLOW COMPANIONS SPANK THER TOOSHIES!
Krillin: Guys, I'm out of here! He's gone off the deep end!!
Master Roshi: I AM GOD! YOU OBEY MY WILL, FOR IT IS MY TURN! Cackles as lightning flashes again
Trunks: Hey Goten, I'm gettin' this weird urge to sing about cocoanuts!
Goten: Cool, me too! I've got a lovely bunch of cocoanuts...
Trunks: Begins bobbing his head to the tune Deedly deedly dee!
Piccolo: There they are a-standing in a row!
Yamcha: Dum dum dum!
Krillin: Big ones, small ones, some as big as your-
All: HEAD! Oh deedly deedly deedly! KEOW! KEOW! WOOF WOOT WOOP AHOO OOO AH!
Master Roshi: AHAHAH! taking pictures for some serious blackmail
Sierrakoi: Hahah! Has shielded herself in a special anti-god-like-Roshi-powers-to-make-you-dance-sing-spank-and-do-monkey-noises energy shield with her special authoress powers
All: I've got a lovely bunch of cocoanuts! DEEDLY DEEDLY--AHHOO OAAA HOO! HOO! AAA AAA! SpankSpank
Sierrakoi: ...Though I think seeing these random DBZ characters spank their butts is a little too Twilight Zone-ish for me o_o; Covers her eyes
Master Roshi: Still taking pictures OH YEAH!!
Krillin: Ahahah! I have no idea why I'm doing this! I'm going to kill myself afterwards! Deedly deedly!
Yamcha: Darn Roshi and his sudden god-like powers! Deedly OOOo AAA-AHH!
Piccolo: Humiliationnnn Deedly deedly! Spank
Goten and Trunks: Having the time of their lives THIS IS SO COOL! Our parents never let us do this at home!
Sierrakoi: Scarred for life
((Wee. Hello those readers who have actually managed to read this ^^.
I apologize continuosly for this taking so long. I'm very sorry. But I've felt really, really tired lately. A lot more than usual. I'm fighting the urge to pass out over my keyboard now. I am seriously thinking it's with my blood sugar...I've been like this for weeks, and it's only gotten worse. And I was sick for a long while too.
But seriously, I can't apologize enough for making the few of you wait. But I'll say it again: I'm sorrysorrysorry! ^^;.
*Just about flumps over her keyboard* Ugh...well...I'll see you guys later ^^ Much love.
Ciao! *Flumps*))
((Poll thingy for this week:
If Squeegle had a humanized name, what would it be?
Give me good suggestions! If I really like what you suggest, I'll probably end up using it in the fic!
Have a safe and enjoyable holiday (For those who are having their holiays now)!))