FPM: RAWR!, okay, I am so frustrated right now…
Cell: what is wrong?
FPM: ALL of my previously loaded documents are all DELETED!! because of that virus thingy …and now I can't load all of them like how I wanted and then I read my story and readers I am very sorry that I kept repeating over and over in my story about what was going on…I don't blame ppl for not reading it…(-sigh-) I can't write and lost the stuff I wrote. Life's dandy…
17: o.O…obviously somebody's happy…
18: (-smirking…-) you should have kept a back up-
FPM: (-glare-) don't u think I know that? …and I worked really hard on my chapters and now I have to re-write them like right now…
Cell: which is grand, right? I mean, we're fun. Right?
FPM:…no comment.
Cell: …(-sniff-) ….don't make me cry!
17: the poor baby's gone an done it ugain.
FPM: -.- okay…
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The night was dark and cold
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FPM: Oh…My…GOD….that has to be the lamest thing I have ever-
Cell: !! oh, well, life … I am not a preacher thus I cannot finish my statement.
FPM: o.O…okaaaay…
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and everyone was asleep in the small city that Cell traversed into. He rolled his head around, smirking when a few, short yet sickening 'pop's arose. It was Monday night, and eight more nights until the dreaded "Cell Games" (this tournament would be on next Wednesday…). Why had he created such a random tournament he had no idea, but had thought at the time it was the only way to get Goku to fight him. 'But I could have just snatched his child for Son Goku to be forced to fight me…er, the child'sname was…'Son Gohan' ?…yes, that's it…' Cell nodded at his conclusion and stopped at a window as he was walking down one of the multiple streets in the city.
It read "Shuck's Auto Parts"…
'What the hell can I do with that?...'
-Oh, I think you can come up with something…-
'…What is it you are implying?'
-Figure it out, oh master…-
'…Is your brother attempting to get on my "good side"?' as if I even have one…
/Hmm? (-18 looks up from 'Glamour' magazine-) …oh, uh, sure, lavender's a nice color…(-looks back at magazine while Cell and 17 contemplate her IQ…-)
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Crystal nodded to herself. ' "Thanks. That would be nice."? What am I, some kind of freakish robot?' noticing Bulma's questioning look, Crystal smiled.
"Thanks. That would be nice." 'Oh my god, I said the robot phrase AGAIN…'
Goku nodded. Anyways, for some reason he had grown worried about his plan. Would it really work?
"Hey, uh, Crystal…if you're really against this whole…Cell thing, I can call it off and go train with my son for the tournament-"
"What?" Crystal interrupted. "Not dependent enough on the World's Biggest Loser, Hercule?"
Goku grinned.
"We may need you yet…" He put his arm around Crystal, who was blushing.
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Cell sighed. "So, on to the next store." He really wasn't sure what he was looking for. …Or where his dream-girl was.
-Why don't you look for her instead because then you're actually looking for something, instead of allowing the boring shops and streets to snatch away your time- -
'No time is being stolen—I'm in no hurry for anything…'
Cell placed his right hand on his chin and left on his hip and leaned over to have a clearer view of what was in this "Auto Parts" place. All he saw was hunks of metal here and there, accompanied by a few musty chairs and a couch. Some specialty store…
-…HEY! That place looks familiar! …what's the sign say? (-17 tapped Cell's head and pointed in the direction of another building known as Capsule Corp.-) …Capsil Curp?...Cup- -
/It's "Capsule Corp.", stupid…(-18 rolled her eyes and flipped to the next page in her mag.-)/
'…Are you implying I should go there?'
-Well, I think this smart-ish dudette like Bulmi or somethin' lives there, who is a "friend" of Vegeta, who is Goku's enemy…so maybe Goku would be there…(-Cell and 18 sighed, shaking their heads-) What? Keep your opinions about my opinions to yourself, please! –
/Anyways, he does have point…We should go there. Okay, raise hands. (-Cell, 18, and 17 rose their hands-) Fine, by unanimous vote, we're going to Capsule Corp./
'What?!'
/Hey, bub, don't sign the dotted line without reading the document first…/
'…?...Anyways, I'm in control of this body, so I am the one to choose what will-(-18 does "evil glare" thingy…-)-…what will, uhm, yeah, so I guess, …yeah, sure, whatever…fine.'
-…(-starts laughing-)…-
'Shut UP!'
Cell frowned and leaned back, away from the window, crossing his arms. Yes, it was fun to torment the androids, but not when they tormented him. 'Note to Self: attempt to understand "what goes around comes around" is helpful advise…'
Cell started his long walk to Capsule Corp. It wasn't really a long walk, just a few minutes, really. But each of his steps felt like a few trillion pounds were strapped onto his feet. This wasn't because he was tired…just because he didn't really want to see if she really was there. If she was, then that would mean she was a friend of Goku's if not closer, and if he killed Goku,he wouldhave no chance…
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Bulma coughed.
"All-righty, so, would you like me to show you to your new roo-"
"Wait, Stop!" Goku held his hand up. "I sense a high-leveled energy closing in. …It might be Cell's…"
Crystal nodded. "…So, uh, what now?"
Goku shrugged and pulled his arm away, crossing his arms.
"…I guess…go out from the back and walk around the corner when I tell you to…to make it seem like you're not here-"
"Huh?" Crystal frowned. "What for?"
"…Cell wants to fight me, right? If you're my friend, he'll most definitely kill you…"
Crystal's eyes enlarged a bit as sheobserved a gruesome picture in her head…
"Okay…I get it. …Jeeze…alright, I'll go, and from the window, tell me when to go. …Wait, should I-"
"Flirt?" Goku gave an uneasy laugh. "Sure…whatever." 'My plan's starting to look stupider every second…'
Crystal nodded and walked outside, holding her arms to brace herself from the cold.
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The building his 'friend-androids' were fighting about its name over was only a few meters off. He came to a stop and sighed. Cell shook his head. 'I don't need this…'
"…Hi."
"AIH!" Cell gave a short scream and jumped at his name. A little embarrassed at his wimpish action, Cell turned, ready to obliterate the being who had witnessed his little-
"Oh….Hey," He squeaked. Cell truly was not ready for this being to be the girl he had fallen in love with. He bit his lip and looked off, trying to cover his blush.
"…I'm Crystal. You?" She held her hand out.
Cell shook her hand and was shocked. "She really doesn't know who I am?..." Cell whispered to himself. Crystal's brow rose.
"Whut?"
Cell's eyes bulged. 'Oh my God, I said it aloud? Shit!...' "Oh, uh,…I'm …You really don't know who I am?"
Crystal shrugged and crossed her arms. "Should I?"
Shaking his head, Cell said "No."
"Double negative-" Crystal smiled- "means 'yes'."
"Oh, well, uh, ..yeah, sure, you're smart." He noticed Crystal's confused expression. "Well, I mean, if you want to be…that is…"-he blushed-"Yeah."
Crystal smiled.
"All right. I'm fine by that. …Where are you from?"
"What?" Cell looked at her, rather more-over confused than startled by the question.
Crystal shrugged.
"…Well, you seem new here…like, well, you're confused looking."
Cell nodded. 'I guess I have to give her credit for that…'
"And, um…" Crystal bit her lip. "I dunno. The question was an impulse. You just seemed new. I'm sorry…"
"Oh," Cell held his hands up, "Nothing was taken to offense…Besides, you're right. I'm not from around here." 'Actually, babe, I'm from the future….'
"…Then where from?"
"…Uh, the US." 'Good thing I've been reading in the libraries I almost destroyed…I used to know nothing of this world…'
"Oh…" Crystal smiled. 'Freaks are always from the US…'
Cell smiled. Crystal could have almost slugged him—it was the same smirk he had plastered on his face from the first time she saw him, when she saw him murder her brother and many other good people she knew...except he wasn't smirking. It was a genuine smile. 'If I didn't hate him, he would look totally cute right now…'
Crystal sighed and looked at her watch.
"…Well, it's getting pretty late-"
"What do you mean? The sun's already up…"
Crystal laughed. She didn't know if it was either because she needed a laugh, she really thought it was funny, or if it was that she didn't want to be killed if he really meant it to be a joke for her to laugh to. 'Probably "d) all of the above"...'
"…Fine, then 'earlier'…." They smiled at each other and then blushed and Cell looked away. "…And I have to go-" Crystal turned and stepped in the other direction.
Cell quickly clasped his left hand around her right arm, stopping her. "Please don't…" She gave him a questioning look, and he added, "…I don't like being alone…"
She frowned and stole her arm back, almost blabbing out he shouldn't be killing people if that was what he didn't like, but held her tongue, remembering that she told Cell she didn't know him…
Cell bit his lip. "…What?"
"…I…I don't like being touched by someone I don't know…and that goes for being grabbed or, like… anything like that…"
"Oh." Cell nodded and sighed and looked away, then looked back at Crystal. "…Maybe we could get to know each other… I mean, like…friends, yeah, friends…I-"
"Hey, You! C'Mon, Brook, let's get'im!!" A little boy screamed from a tree and charged towards Cell with his younger friend behind him. Both boys had blue caps on backwards, golden hair spiking out of the little hole in the back of the hats and faded jeans on. Cell knew they were coming, but didn't know how he should react. In the end, as the boys threw their first punches, Cell took hold of their fists and held them loosely, knowing they wouldn't be able to escape even from his loose hold.
"Hey, Bobby, what'r we gonna do?"
"Punch 'im, Brook, go!"
Bobby and Brook attempting to slug Cell with their free hands, but Cell just took hold of those hands to. He held them away from him and in the air, looking them in their eyes.
"…You shouldn't hurt people."
Bobby spat at Cell's face. "Yeah, well youse kill'm!"
Cell rolled his eyes. "All right, boys, I can tell your mom what you were up to the next time I come over-"
"Huh?" Brook looked at Cell without understanding. "…You've never been over 'fore…"
Cell smiled and looked at Crystal. "Babysitting," he whispered, "-kids never can admit when they have one…" Crystal nodded and was relieved. At first she didn't know if he would kill them…Cell let them go with that warning and they ran off, and then, in the distance as they were climbing over a fence, held up their middle fingers, and ran off into the night.
Crystal smiled. "You like kids?"
Cell nodded.
"Luv 'm." This lie was particularly true (so it wasn't a lie, then…). He truly wanted to be with someone… with her… and have kids…and hopefully an actual life.
Crystal nodded. "That's so hard to find in a guy these days. All that's important to them are the steps behind the kids…after that, all they want is an abortion…"
"…What's this about?"
"I…I had a rough child-hood, that's all I'm going tell you. No offense, it's just that I don't know you."
"I understand."
"…So, I guess I'll head off now…"
"…Can I have your number?"
"What?" Crystal was somewhat shocked. 'So Goku WAS right…'
"Well, I mean, am I going to see you ever again?" He looked away and bit his lip and blushed at his statement. Crystal smiled.
"That would be nice."
Cell looked back at Crystal, who took out a small piece of paper with a few scribbles of numbers on it from her breast pocket. He took it and blushed.
"…Would you like me to escort back home?"
"Hm? Oh, no…See you later?"
"Later on Friday at …wherever you think you want to go?"
"At seven? Sure." Crystal smiled. Cell almost died. 'God I love her smile…' "Sounds great, Cell." She walked off, leaving Cell alone with a scrap of paper with numbers on it.
Cell smiled. 'Wonderful…wait, how did she know my name?'-His eyes enlarged-'Oh god, was she lying…no…okay, whatever. I'm going to see her Friday and that's all I need to know…'
-…-
'What?'
-…-
'WHAT?'
/Don't mind him. 17's just paranoid. You have a date and he doesn't. That's all./
'Haha.' Cell stuck tongue out at 17, who jumped up from the floor and grabbed it, dragging Cell around in his head. 18, however, just watched boys being boys.
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Crystal, once sure she was out of sight, turned around and headed back to Capsule Corp. Once inside, she explained to Goku what had happened.
"…Wait." Goku frowned. "What number did you give him?"
"Capsule Corp.'s…"
"What? Didn't you here what I told you?!!?"
"Yes. I can just say I work here and I lost my cell-phone so I couldn't give him that number… and then I can say that I've never heard of 'Goku', and all's fine."
"…A master at lying, are you?" Bulma said from her computer and smiled.
"…Well, he threw some yarns out as well…" '…Random ones that did the job…oh, and his smile…' She blushed and went to help Bulma with lugging the computer back to her lab.
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FPM: okay, I own Brook and Bobby and Crystal, don't own any ppls or ideas from DBZ but own my story and my own ideas…I also had no itention of bashing the US (so obviously this story's not there...i think. okay, nevermind...), kids (I am one…), "Shuck's Auto Parts" (unless it really isn't real…then I would own it), etc. yeah. Kay.
Cell: …so Crystal's actually pretty evil…
FPM: o.O …NO! How on EARTH did you even THINK of that?
Cell: (-shrugs…-) dunno.
17: Pickles and eggs…(-smiles and starts laughing maniacally…-)
18/Cell/FPM: o.O…
17: we all rule the WORLD! PICKLEs...EGGs…And ME!! MUAHAHAHA!!...
FPM: holy Crapos, what did he eat for dinner?
18: (-shrugs-) I dunno. I left some Nutella on the counter…
FPM: o.O…I don't own that, but it's pretty good…I'm starting to get sick of it…
Cell: okay, FYI, when I or anyone else is talking, " " is used, when ppl are thinking, ' '/italisized is used, and the little conversations in my head is like this: me talk is ' ', 17 talk is - -, and 18 talk is , -------- in the center is either begining/end of story or..yeah, and -!-!-!-!- is different perspective (Goku's vs. Cell's...etc.)…yee-a-up…
FPM: yeah, so happy camping…and now in the story it's "Tuesday night", so that 8 more nights till Wednesday, the day of the cell games…and on Monday, it was nine more days b/c Monday is one of the ten days…so Cell said the games would be 'in ten days' on Sunday. (if the 'Cell Games' is on any-other day in the anime/manga, please excuse my wrong-ness…)
17: why does 'Wednesday' have 'wed' in it? Like, did ppl used to get married all the time on Wed-nehsday?
FPM: ...everyone's pretty stupeed 2-day…
17: DON'T BE CALLIN' ME STUPID, STUPID!!
FPM: I said 'stu-peed', and I don't think yure name is 'stu', so that means I wasn't talkin' 2 ya. (-sticks tongue out…-)
17: (-cries-) …you don't have to be so mean…
FPM: (-hands 17 forty-nine cents-)
17: YEAH!!!!
Cell: o.O ??
FPM: he's saving up for an ipod. He currently has three dollars and sixty-nine point five zero zero eleven. Yup, suuuuhm progress…
17: …MONEY MONEY MONEY!!! (-laughs manically and runs off nude into the wild…which is Cell's head…-)
Cell: AIH! BAD IMAGES! BAD IMAGES!! (-17 takes over Cell's body-) …muahahahahaha, sister, some join me in this place…we can make out Cell to look like an idi-
FPM: !!- Make out?!
17: o.O NO! NO!-
Cell: LEAVE MY BODY ALONE!! AND THAT GOES FOR EVERY-THING ELSE ON IT!!
FPM: …Bahahahahahahahaha….
Cell: Oh, Shut Up
18: …?...