FPM: Yeah! I got a 95 out of a hundred on my essay on The Old Man and the Sea! Go me! Go me! Yeah!!! (-rolling on floor, laughing manically...-)
Cell: (o.O) Oh My God, I think the only other sane person here besides me has crossed over...
FPM: Mahaha, that's what You think...mehe, I rule the world! I love-...wait, no, I ddn't love my English teacher, but whatever! I scored!!
17: isn't 'score' like a date or something?
FPM: ...don't ruin my happy mood!
18: saying it is going to make it worse-
FPM: SHUT UP! ...crap. Now I'm pissed off again...
Cell: oh well. (-smiles-) at least you're normal...
FPM: (o.O) WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING?
CELL: (-sweatdrop-) nothing! Swear it!
FPM: ...that's bad. I took a quiz on Emode that said I was twenty-three percent normal, and now Cell says I'm normal...allrighty, I'm confused...
17: CONFOOSUS! (-eats CRUNCHIE MUNCHIES!!-)
FPM: which reminds me, I own 'CRUNCHIE MUNCHIES!!', Crystal, my story and its ideas...I don't own DBZ or its char.s or Emode ....yeah.
18: coolio. Let's get it started.
Cell: (o.O) god no...
18: (-slaps Cell on the head-) dimwit!
Cell: ...I didn't do nothin'...
17: ...wait-
Cell: I know what I say. (-smiles evily...-)
FPM: (o.O)...k.
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Cell sat cross-legged and looked up at the darkening sky above him. Sighing, he stretched his arms above his head-
/isn't it nerve-grating as to how when you lift your shirt that your stomach shows?/
'...what?'
/well, you stretched-/
'I know very well what I did!'
-please don't snap at my sister.-
'...? ...are you using the 'kind' approach so as to get your demented ways?'
-...What?!? You just seem rather bothered and she tends to get on your nerves a lot...-
/DO NOT!/
-sister ...DO TOO!-
/NOT!/
-TOO!-
/NOT!/...
Cell shook his head in embarrasement. What failed for him to understand as to what level of stupidity these human-androids would stoop down to...
-Cell?-
'Hm?'
-...please let us out (-big eyes...-)-
'Haha, right. Did you honestly think that would win me over?'
/you two are so funny..."win me over"...morons./
-...-'...'
/(-cough-) not that there's anything wrong with that.../
'there isn't.'
-you sound like you're gay.-
/gay with him.../
'EGAD! Heavens, NO!'
/...egad?/
'...shut up.'
-UP-SHUT!!-
'(-o.O-) right then. (-sigh-) today was such a bore...'
/well, duh! All you do is stand here...like you're marking your territory. Nincompoop, just move!/
-get active! Go verb!-it's whatcha do!-
'...'/.../
'yes. Very well then.'
Cell stood, then his knees wobbled, and he fell back down to where he was before.
-(-sweatdrop-) what was that?-
'(-yawn...-) I'm tired.'
/I thought you wer perfect./
'(-glare-) shut up.'
Cell stood yet again and found his balance. He stretched his arms up and then twisted his torso from one side to the other, finishing with a pop from his head as it circled around. Grinning at his newly-found comfort, Cell started off into the pitch-black night before him.
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Goku had flown back to Capsule Corp., holding Crystal because she wasn't exactly skilled in flying. When he got there, Goku let her go and she put her hand to her forehead, a little sick from flying so fast. She bent and vomited, having being sick before-hand and then flying (obviously not a good combo...). Goku, worried and a little disgusted, took her hand and led her into Capsule Corp. to meet Bulma and to further develop his plan.
Bulma took her in graciously and let her bathe and freshen up in another room as she disscused matters with Goku.
"...What were you THINKING?!?! Goku, I KNOW you weren-"
"But, don't you get it? She could distract-"
"So you're using her as bait? Goku, I thought you weren't THAT shallow..."
"I'm Not! Honestly and- ...hey." He pouted and then shook it off, adding, "You haven't heard my whole plan."
A door creaked open and Crystal stepped in, fastening her brown hair into a bun. "I haven't heard it either."
"Aha!" Goku held up his index finger. "But you did agree to it."
Crystal shook her head. "I said something about 'start talking'..."
Goku walked over to her and leaned near her. "...Weren't your eyes-"
"What?...they've always been brown...Why?"
"...I thought they were blue, before..."
"I had colored contacts, but now I don't really care about my eyes. I'll just live with the boring, brown-ness that they are...Just about everyone has brown eyes. Psh, makes me feel special..." She smiled weakly and then looked around. "...This your place?" she nodded towards Bulma to emphasize who she meant. Startled at the sudden question, Bulma nodded.
"...Who are you?...So, Goku, what was-"
"Ah. Goku. That's your name. ...what a random one..." Crystal nodded to herself and made a mental note.
Goku smiled. "Oh? And yours is?"
"...Didn't I already tall you?"
"I already told you...But don't worry-- I guess we both forgot. Names really aren't that important anymore..."
"Oh, they are..." Crystal looked away. "Cell is..."
Bulma nodded. "Back to him, what is your so called 'plan', Goku?"
Crystal and Bulma looked at him eagerly for an answer. Goku smiled. "We get Cell to like Crystal and then he won't want to destroy earth!"
"WHAT?!?!" Bulma screamed at him. "I THOUGHT YOU HAD SOMETHING ACTUALLY SMART TO SAY FOR ONCE, GOKU!!" She sighed. "...Oh, well. You can still stay here, Crystal, until you need to go ho-"
"She doesn't have a home." Goku interrupted, suddenly stern. Bulma gave a questioning look at Goku, and then Crystal. Crystal nodded.
"...Oh. Well, then you can just stay here. It's fine by me..."
Crystal smiled and nodded. "Thanks. that would be nice..."
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FPM: Mahaha! another chap up and done!! go me! TWO SCORES FOR ME!...
Cell: ...nevermind about being normal...
FPM: I AM MYSELF AS YOU ARE EVERYONE ELSE!
Cell: ...oh, I get it. huh. that's depressing...
17: FPM owns her ideas, story, Crystal, CRUNCHIE MUNCHIES...doesn't own DBZ or its characters...
FPM: I've already done that. ...oh well, at least the point has gotten across. Yeah (-smiles-) THREE SCORES FOR FPM!!!
Cell/18/17: (-o.O-)...