Author's Note: In this, Cell has hair, and the armor isn't a part of
him. I do this because I believe it to be true, and because it's convenient
for reasons you'll find out later. I do think the armor was part of him in
his first two forms, but it looks like he can take it off when he's
perfect. Probably not in canon. Besides, Goku and Vegeta have hair. Quite
frankly, I think Cell (with his armor off) would look like Vegeto if he got
three inches taller, got a hair cut, and went albino (including the tail).
So imagine that. I would appreciate fanart. I can't post my own. By the
way, you might want to reread chapters one through three. I'm still
figuring out fanfiction.net, and my usual symbols for thoughts seem to
erase the thoughts, so a lot didn't get posted. Now (thought) represent
thoughts. Fanfiction.net is a pain.
The contract floated King Enma's hand. He signed his name below Cell's own. The paper promptly disappeared. "Cell, as my second, you are expected to know all aspects of the organization. I suggest you take off that armor and put on a suit. You will need this as well." Enma tossed to the android what looked like an earpiece. Cell caught it unconsciously, as he was still staring at Enma. "Take off my armor?" "Well, as my lawyer and bodyguard, you hardly look slimy or official enough in that armor." "I can take my armor off?" "Of course, you might not look bad in a gi either. . . what? You didn't know?" "Well, it's not like I ever tried. I couldn't before I became perfect." The last sentence soured in Cell's mouth. Perfect indeed. Damn Gero." "Well." Enma didn't know really what to say to that, so he wisely didn't comment. "You will have to be fitted for clothes." "No need. It will be interesting to see if I inherited Piccolo's ability to materialize clothing." "That would be convenient. The dry cleaning bill is already horrendous." Cell nodded acquiesce. "Now, where are the changing rooms?"
There was a scream of horror and fear, with a little anger mixed in. Cell winced. (Damn Namekian hearing.) "Cell! Cell here?! That android should be in Hell?! What's he still doing here?" Enma's face tried to twist itself into an expression of one who was selling something, normally most used by car salesmen. "Ah, King Kai, a pleasure as always. I haven't seen you off your planet in decades." "I would still be on my planet, if this menace hadn't destroyed it!" Cell turned around to face the legendary King Kai. The god had trained a super saiyan, after all. It wasn't the fat catfish thing, nor the bug or monkey that made Cell's eyes widen. It was the man... no, not a man, saiyan, who stood behind them. Goku.
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In seconds, there were two identical fighting stances and two guarded faces. "Goku." Cell's voice was even. His voice didn't indicate more than a casual conversation. "I'm hardly surprised to see you here." "I'm sorry I can't say the same." Goku's voice was cooler than Cell had ever heard it, even during the most heated moments of the Cell Games. "Why aren't you in Hell?" "I hardly believe that is any of your business, so stay out of it." Goku's eyes narrowed, and his body tensed more, if that was possible. King Enma interrupted what could have been a violent scene.
"Well Cell, I don't think it will hurt anything if we tell Goku what this is about. You did kill him after all. He has more of a right to know that most." "In other words, relax. This is hardly a place to fight." Baba's harsh voice made the two fighters come reluctantly out of their poses, but they never took their eyes off of each other. "What's this about, King Enma?" "Well, I've decided that Cell's talents would be wasted in Hell. His sentence is better served being useful rather than rotting in eternal torment. He is now my lawyer." King Kai burst out laughing. Everyone stared at him. "HAHAHAHA*snort* I'm sorry hehe, but Cell as a lawyer just seems so appropriate. He's certainly evil enough." Goku tilted his head to the side, his previous wariness forgotten. "When did Cell learn to be a lawyer?" "I absorbed one once. Never again. It was like eating pondscum. Now, if you'll excuse me." Cell raised an eyebrow at Enma. "So?" Enma blinked. "So what?" "They're that way," and Baba jerked her head to the left. Cell nodded his thanks and turned to go. "Where are you going?" Enma's voice intruded. Cell didn't slow his step. "Cell, as you now work for me I demand. . ." "He's going to change, you idiot!" Goku's eyes widened. "Change? Change what? Don't tell me he has another transformation!" "He doesn't. He's going to change clothes." "But Cell doesn't wear any." "He doesn't, but he can."
"Clothing is bothersome." As one, Enma, Baba, Gregory (the bug), Bubbles (the monkey), King Kai (the fat catfish thing), and Goku (the human, wait, I mean saiyan) turned. And gasped. Eyes widened. Jaws dropped. Bubbles ate a raisin. Cell was. . . well. . . "He looks like a taller Vegeta who spent too little time in the sun," Goku commented, "But he has some Piccolo around the mouth." "Really? I thought he was your albino twin brother, Goku, except with an inch or two height difference." King Kai nodded his agreement with Baba. "Except it looks like he got a haircut." "It really is much easier to tell he was made from Goku, Vegeta, Frieza, and Piccolo without the armor." "Why is everyone talking about me as if I'm not here?" Cell's voice intruded upon their observations. Goku grinned the Son grin. "It's no mistaking the voice though. That's all Cell."
Body type aside, Cell wore what could only be called the green and black version of Goku's orange and dark blue gi, and he looked fine wearing it. It was a good thing the only girl in the room had no interest in those hundreds of years younger than her, unlike her brother. Considering King Kai though, the sexual orientation of several of the room's occupants was in doubt.
The contract floated King Enma's hand. He signed his name below Cell's own. The paper promptly disappeared. "Cell, as my second, you are expected to know all aspects of the organization. I suggest you take off that armor and put on a suit. You will need this as well." Enma tossed to the android what looked like an earpiece. Cell caught it unconsciously, as he was still staring at Enma. "Take off my armor?" "Well, as my lawyer and bodyguard, you hardly look slimy or official enough in that armor." "I can take my armor off?" "Of course, you might not look bad in a gi either. . . what? You didn't know?" "Well, it's not like I ever tried. I couldn't before I became perfect." The last sentence soured in Cell's mouth. Perfect indeed. Damn Gero." "Well." Enma didn't know really what to say to that, so he wisely didn't comment. "You will have to be fitted for clothes." "No need. It will be interesting to see if I inherited Piccolo's ability to materialize clothing." "That would be convenient. The dry cleaning bill is already horrendous." Cell nodded acquiesce. "Now, where are the changing rooms?"
There was a scream of horror and fear, with a little anger mixed in. Cell winced. (Damn Namekian hearing.) "Cell! Cell here?! That android should be in Hell?! What's he still doing here?" Enma's face tried to twist itself into an expression of one who was selling something, normally most used by car salesmen. "Ah, King Kai, a pleasure as always. I haven't seen you off your planet in decades." "I would still be on my planet, if this menace hadn't destroyed it!" Cell turned around to face the legendary King Kai. The god had trained a super saiyan, after all. It wasn't the fat catfish thing, nor the bug or monkey that made Cell's eyes widen. It was the man... no, not a man, saiyan, who stood behind them. Goku.
--*--
In seconds, there were two identical fighting stances and two guarded faces. "Goku." Cell's voice was even. His voice didn't indicate more than a casual conversation. "I'm hardly surprised to see you here." "I'm sorry I can't say the same." Goku's voice was cooler than Cell had ever heard it, even during the most heated moments of the Cell Games. "Why aren't you in Hell?" "I hardly believe that is any of your business, so stay out of it." Goku's eyes narrowed, and his body tensed more, if that was possible. King Enma interrupted what could have been a violent scene.
"Well Cell, I don't think it will hurt anything if we tell Goku what this is about. You did kill him after all. He has more of a right to know that most." "In other words, relax. This is hardly a place to fight." Baba's harsh voice made the two fighters come reluctantly out of their poses, but they never took their eyes off of each other. "What's this about, King Enma?" "Well, I've decided that Cell's talents would be wasted in Hell. His sentence is better served being useful rather than rotting in eternal torment. He is now my lawyer." King Kai burst out laughing. Everyone stared at him. "HAHAHAHA*snort* I'm sorry hehe, but Cell as a lawyer just seems so appropriate. He's certainly evil enough." Goku tilted his head to the side, his previous wariness forgotten. "When did Cell learn to be a lawyer?" "I absorbed one once. Never again. It was like eating pondscum. Now, if you'll excuse me." Cell raised an eyebrow at Enma. "So?" Enma blinked. "So what?" "They're that way," and Baba jerked her head to the left. Cell nodded his thanks and turned to go. "Where are you going?" Enma's voice intruded. Cell didn't slow his step. "Cell, as you now work for me I demand. . ." "He's going to change, you idiot!" Goku's eyes widened. "Change? Change what? Don't tell me he has another transformation!" "He doesn't. He's going to change clothes." "But Cell doesn't wear any." "He doesn't, but he can."
"Clothing is bothersome." As one, Enma, Baba, Gregory (the bug), Bubbles (the monkey), King Kai (the fat catfish thing), and Goku (the human, wait, I mean saiyan) turned. And gasped. Eyes widened. Jaws dropped. Bubbles ate a raisin. Cell was. . . well. . . "He looks like a taller Vegeta who spent too little time in the sun," Goku commented, "But he has some Piccolo around the mouth." "Really? I thought he was your albino twin brother, Goku, except with an inch or two height difference." King Kai nodded his agreement with Baba. "Except it looks like he got a haircut." "It really is much easier to tell he was made from Goku, Vegeta, Frieza, and Piccolo without the armor." "Why is everyone talking about me as if I'm not here?" Cell's voice intruded upon their observations. Goku grinned the Son grin. "It's no mistaking the voice though. That's all Cell."
Body type aside, Cell wore what could only be called the green and black version of Goku's orange and dark blue gi, and he looked fine wearing it. It was a good thing the only girl in the room had no interest in those hundreds of years younger than her, unlike her brother. Considering King Kai though, the sexual orientation of several of the room's occupants was in doubt.