Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews. By the way, I do listen to
suggestions and will implement them in my story if I like them. Goku will
appear in the next chapter.
"What am I to do with you?" Cell opened his mouth, then closed it again. This was a dilemma. He had won his case, for all practical purposes, which was quite an achievement, though it was hardly a great obstacle to outwit the demi-god. What could Enma do with him? This was otherworld, and a killing spree was not only impossible, it was sure to land him in Hell if he attempted it. It was occurring to Cell that despite his superior intellect, he had no interests outside of battle. (Gero may be dead, but I'm going to make him wish he had never existed when I get my hands on him. Your genius obviously falls short regarding the afterthought. What the hell did he think I was going to do with my time after I completed my mission?)
"He could work for you." Baba, aka voice of reason, foresight and sarcasm, again spoke up, though by her last contribution to the situation, her voice of reason position was in jeopardy. Cell stared at Baba incredulously. Work for Enma? (What do you say to a comment like that? "Yeah, sure, I'll work for King Enma. The mass murdering gig is getting dull. A change of career will be good for me. . .") Then it hit the android. The mass murdering gig was dull. There was no challenge in it at all, either for his mental or physical capabilities. Humans tended to scream, trip in a misguided attempt at running away, then faint. Thrill of the hunt? It was like shooting ducks with a sniper gun.
Baba's idea finally permeated the gigantic demi-god's brain, and his booming laugh blew the resident ogres into the wall, and the paperwork fluttering like a hurricane had just hit. "Work for me, Baba? You want this android to work for me? HAHAHAHA! That's a good one? King Kai has nothing on you!"
The scrambling of ogres to pick up the paperwork was interesting background noise. Like a human post office. Baba didn't get impatient. After dealing with her brother for so long, she knew how to deal with ancient fools with a superiority complex. "You idiot, he could do a better job as the judge of the dead then you! He certainly wouldn't let some mortal who had been on killing sprees outwit him. You would do well to hire him before the Supreme Kai gets smart and appoints Cell her to your position." Enma couldn't argue with her. She was right, and well. . . she was scary. "Well, you have a point there Baba. But what could he do?" "He's a super-powered android with an IQ that Einstein couldn't match with a flawless memory. He could be a bodyguard, a personal assistant. make him your litigator, for Kami's sake! The way your going, half the evil souls in the galaxy will end up with the heroes!" Enma rubbed his chin. "That would solve the problem about what to do with him. . ."
Cell was irked. There was nothing that irritated him more than being ignored. "I'm right here. Don't I get a say in this?" Baba turned to him, an unpleasant smile on her face. "Fine. Here are your choices. Enma's lawyer and bodyguard, or Hell. Kami knows you deserve to be there." Cell sighed. Well, it had been a stupid question. "Well, then I suppose this is a rather generous offer. What's my contract?" Enma turned a blank face to Baba. She sighed. "He wants to know his benefit, obligations, and restrictions." The blank looked didn't leave. (How did such a fool get this job?) "What he can, can't, and should do, Enma." "Oh." Enma turned and faced Cell, again looking officious. "You are responsible for dealing with troublesome souls, be they either the powerful or highly intelligent variety. You will do massive amounts of paperwork twelve hours a day or until it's done, whatever comes first. You will deliver messages and be my representative whenever anything needs doing. I can't leave my desk. In return, you will not be sent to Hell as an inmate, and get free reign of otherworld, including access to the Grand Kai's planet and Hell. The Supreme Kai's planet is off limits unless there is a Class One emergency, which hasn't happened since Buu was sealed in his egg. You may not attack the denizens of otherworld unless in self-defense to a physical attack, sparring, or under my direct orders. You will serve under me until a 1,000 year period has passed with no incidents, or until I release you from duty, while not under duress. Sign here." A rather long document appeared in front of Cell. Baba handed the android a pen. Cell looked over the document, making sure there was no fine print. There wasn't, which indicated Enma had written the document, rather then Baba. There was nothing to hesitate over, really. The other choice wasn't exactly desirable. He signed his name. His fate was sealed for the next thousand years. Not exactly a cheerful thought.
"What am I to do with you?" Cell opened his mouth, then closed it again. This was a dilemma. He had won his case, for all practical purposes, which was quite an achievement, though it was hardly a great obstacle to outwit the demi-god. What could Enma do with him? This was otherworld, and a killing spree was not only impossible, it was sure to land him in Hell if he attempted it. It was occurring to Cell that despite his superior intellect, he had no interests outside of battle. (Gero may be dead, but I'm going to make him wish he had never existed when I get my hands on him. Your genius obviously falls short regarding the afterthought. What the hell did he think I was going to do with my time after I completed my mission?)
"He could work for you." Baba, aka voice of reason, foresight and sarcasm, again spoke up, though by her last contribution to the situation, her voice of reason position was in jeopardy. Cell stared at Baba incredulously. Work for Enma? (What do you say to a comment like that? "Yeah, sure, I'll work for King Enma. The mass murdering gig is getting dull. A change of career will be good for me. . .") Then it hit the android. The mass murdering gig was dull. There was no challenge in it at all, either for his mental or physical capabilities. Humans tended to scream, trip in a misguided attempt at running away, then faint. Thrill of the hunt? It was like shooting ducks with a sniper gun.
Baba's idea finally permeated the gigantic demi-god's brain, and his booming laugh blew the resident ogres into the wall, and the paperwork fluttering like a hurricane had just hit. "Work for me, Baba? You want this android to work for me? HAHAHAHA! That's a good one? King Kai has nothing on you!"
The scrambling of ogres to pick up the paperwork was interesting background noise. Like a human post office. Baba didn't get impatient. After dealing with her brother for so long, she knew how to deal with ancient fools with a superiority complex. "You idiot, he could do a better job as the judge of the dead then you! He certainly wouldn't let some mortal who had been on killing sprees outwit him. You would do well to hire him before the Supreme Kai gets smart and appoints Cell her to your position." Enma couldn't argue with her. She was right, and well. . . she was scary. "Well, you have a point there Baba. But what could he do?" "He's a super-powered android with an IQ that Einstein couldn't match with a flawless memory. He could be a bodyguard, a personal assistant. make him your litigator, for Kami's sake! The way your going, half the evil souls in the galaxy will end up with the heroes!" Enma rubbed his chin. "That would solve the problem about what to do with him. . ."
Cell was irked. There was nothing that irritated him more than being ignored. "I'm right here. Don't I get a say in this?" Baba turned to him, an unpleasant smile on her face. "Fine. Here are your choices. Enma's lawyer and bodyguard, or Hell. Kami knows you deserve to be there." Cell sighed. Well, it had been a stupid question. "Well, then I suppose this is a rather generous offer. What's my contract?" Enma turned a blank face to Baba. She sighed. "He wants to know his benefit, obligations, and restrictions." The blank looked didn't leave. (How did such a fool get this job?) "What he can, can't, and should do, Enma." "Oh." Enma turned and faced Cell, again looking officious. "You are responsible for dealing with troublesome souls, be they either the powerful or highly intelligent variety. You will do massive amounts of paperwork twelve hours a day or until it's done, whatever comes first. You will deliver messages and be my representative whenever anything needs doing. I can't leave my desk. In return, you will not be sent to Hell as an inmate, and get free reign of otherworld, including access to the Grand Kai's planet and Hell. The Supreme Kai's planet is off limits unless there is a Class One emergency, which hasn't happened since Buu was sealed in his egg. You may not attack the denizens of otherworld unless in self-defense to a physical attack, sparring, or under my direct orders. You will serve under me until a 1,000 year period has passed with no incidents, or until I release you from duty, while not under duress. Sign here." A rather long document appeared in front of Cell. Baba handed the android a pen. Cell looked over the document, making sure there was no fine print. There wasn't, which indicated Enma had written the document, rather then Baba. There was nothing to hesitate over, really. The other choice wasn't exactly desirable. He signed his name. His fate was sealed for the next thousand years. Not exactly a cheerful thought.