FPM: okay, so that other chapter was pretty screwy and totally messed me up, but life's dandy. Sorry for that-- …moving on, another review said I interrupted too much, and last chapter it was apparent that I had ignored that suggestion completely which was rather rude of me, so parden my ill behavior as a writer.
Cell: …?
FPM: furthermore I will attempt to not make random comments and intervene with the story, no matter how much I want to open my mouth or, in this case, use the keyboard. And-
17: Holy Crap, SHUT UP!!
FPM: …
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Cell was delaying the inevitable. Obviously, in fact. So obvious, it even bothered him. It also bothered the inhabitants of his head.
He had to choose something to wear sooner or later. It had been a few days since Monday night, and on this peculiar Thursday, Cell had decided (well, 18 had, anyways) that he needed something rather than nothing but his armor. Wednesday night, 17 had demanded a ripped Metallica t-shirt and 18 had slapped him. The android had kept himself pretty quiet the rest of the conversation. Then 18 proposed (more-over enforced) Cell to wear a Tux. So Tux it was, but Cell didn't know his size. And that's what made this Thursday more peculiar than being the day before the last day of the work week—it had made Thursday a shopping day.
And having everything on Earth destroyed, including pesky salesmen, meant Cell would have a harder time.
…To make a long story short, Cell found a Tux.
-…What's that say? … "Nerdstorm"?-
'(-sigh-) You obviously need more schooling. It says "Northstrewn".'
/Boys and their idiocy. …IT'S NORDSTROM, BLOCK-HEADS!!/
Slipping himself inside the top-half of the tuxedo (he had decided against the pants, thinking it would be too formal), Cell stared at the mirror, agonizing over his new image.
'…I feel like a pushover.'
/Well I think it looks sweet. –Not you as sweet, but the thought sweet./
-Okaaaaaay. …I still say Metalica.-
'That IS better than a tux...'
/…Girls prefer a man to dress more formal than sloppy. I'm a girl, so trust me on that./
'Wait, why should I trust you?'
/…Shut up. Well, at least you don't have to pay for it. …what's missing?...OOH!! FLOWERS!!/
…To make an even longer story short, the threesome decided on one blue rose. Cell didn't think of it as too pushy, 17 liked the fact it had a 'manly' color, and 18 like the fact it was a flower. Cell left it in the glass container so it wouldn't die before seven o'clock on Friday.
'…So all's done? Good. …Wait, crap…I have to call her, don't I?'
-Pshhh. Whatever.-
'…I thought you had gotten over this. You must have had at least one date…'
-…-
'Oh.'
Cell had felt like rubbing it in his face, but for some reason, couldn't find the nerve to do it. He had grown a connection (not a closer than friends connection, mind you) towards the two and actually began to enjoy their company. To tell the truth, Cell was a little scared of this because he had been feeling himself becoming softer and softer…the other day a squirrel had gotten in his way and when it finally moved, Cell stepped in its feces. On impulse he wanted to detonate the wretched creature, but decided against it. Then he had to convince 18 and 17 that he was just lacking energy and didn't want to waste it on some nerve-grating soul. The androids had nodded, though not really paying attention to his excuse.
/That would be for the better, though. Try that phone to your left./
'…Don't I need a quarter?'
/Uh-/
-DON'T LET AN INSEGNIFICANT LITTLE PIECE OF METAL STAND IN YOUR WAY OF CALLING THE WOMAN YOU LOVE, CELL!! ONWARD!! MUSH, MUSH!!! MUAHAHAHA….-
'…'
Cell walked across the street towards the phone-booth and stuck his index and middle finger in the coin-return slot, and to his luck found a quarter. Pulling it and Crystal's number out, Cell quickly shoved the quarter in its slot and just as quickly dialed the number.
-So eager, I see?-
'Shut up. It's ringing and I don't want to sound like an idiot over the phone.'
-Oh?-
"…Beep…Beep…Hello, this is Capsule Corp. How may we help you?"
"Oh, uh…can you get Crystal? I'm just a friend…"
"…One moment please."
"…"
"…Just a friend am I, eh?"
"…"
"…Cell?"
"I was just kidding about that."
Crystal laughed. "Yeah, yeah. I know. So …what is it you wanted to talk about?"
"Oh, just ..uh. Friday. Know where you wanna go?"
"Well, I was thinking of this great place…but it's temporarily out of order."
-Wonder why, Cell…hint hint, nudge nudge, wink wink-
'shut up. You didn't even say it right.'
Cell nodded and bit his lip, then felt like a total idiot because she couldn't hear his nod. "Oh. …Too bad."
"Yeah. It was an awesome place. …Hey. Just wanna go catch a movie and just kinda makethe restup as the night progresses?"
"Sure, sounds great. So should I meet you at the one downtown?"
"Yeah."
"…Should I dress up?"
/(-slaps Cell-)/
'Whut?'
/You don't ask that stuff!!/
Crystal giggled. "That would be cute. Sure. Wear whatever you want. See ya tomorrow."
"Bye."
"…Click. BEEP…BEEP…"
Cell hung the phone up and sighed. Still say the Tux makes me look like a dork…
-!-!-!-!-
Goku put his hands on his hips.
"So, what'd he say?"
"Huh?" Crystal looked up at Goku from the electronic game Gohan had given Crystal. "Oh, like…just wanted to know about Friday."
"…What about Friday?"
"…Oh! I forgot to tell you. We're gonna see a movie."
"Really?...Hah! Hear that Bulma?! I WAS RIGHT!!"
Goku held his arms up as in a sign of victory. Bulma walked into the room holding a box with metal parts in it and set it down.
Bulma smiled. "That's the first."
"Hey…" Goku pouted and Crystal went back to her game. Goku peered into the box Bulma set next to him. "What's that?"
"Huh, oh, this?" Bulma pointed at the box. "Daddy and I are fixing sixteen. I haven't told anyone, so act surprised when he comes for the Cell Games."
"He's fighting?"
"Yeah. Cool, huh? We found this bomb in him too…"
"Gonna take that out?"
"Yeah."
"…What if that's one of his attacks?"
Bulma frowned. "Now why would an evil genius like Dr. Gero build such a skilled robot only to let it destroy itself? Nuh-uh, NOT staying in his head after I fix'm!!" Bulma raced off back to her lab and continued fixing android 16.
Goku chuckled and looked back at Crystal, noticing her health had improved ten-fold after being fed and rested.
"Looking better, I see."
"…Hmm? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. …What did you say?"
"…Nevermind."
Crystal nodded. "…Interesting game. What's it called?"
"I think…Nintendo."
"Ah. …Nintendo. Think I'm beginning to like technology for the first time since Dr. Gero's little 'brigade of fun'."
"...You enjoy sarcasm?"
Crystal smiled. "You could say so."
The game blared "You Win!"
Goku nodded. "Hey, how did you find out about Dr. Gero-"
"Little things called News, which actually can be right sometimes, and Observation, which was done single-handedly, thank you very much."
"…You've been through a lot, haven't you."
Crystal shut the Nintendo off and set it to her side, leaned back against her chair, and nodded.
Goku sighed. "I'm sorry I'm putting you through this."
"It's nothing, really."
"No, No. …It is. Anyways, did Cell ask about your number?"
-!-!-!-!-
'No, I didn't ask about her number, 17. Why should I have?'
-Helloooooo, "Capsule Corp"? RING A BELL?-
'Just because you don't have a job doesn't mean she doesn't.'
-…Fine. But I'm in this desolate place if you want to confess.-
'…Whatever.'
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FPM: sorry I didn't come up with a witty ending. Too lazy. Sorry.
17: OMG, STOP APOLOGIZING TO EVERY FRICKIN' ONE ABOUT EVERY FRICKIN' THING!!
Cell: (-hugs FPM-) IT IS A MARVELOUS THING, APOLOGIES!! DON'T FORGET THEM!! (-cries-)
FPM: …kay. I feel loved. Ooh! But I DID remember to not interrupt the story!! Huh? Huh? GIMME SOME CREDIT!! Boo-YEAH!!
18: I am in a room full of wackos. Yippee-Doo.
FPM: you have not SEEN crazy until you read Judge Yami. It is so frickin' funny. I laughed for hours on end after reading it…
Cell: YEAH!! And Vegeta's in it too-…why's Vegeta in it?
17: …why do you want to know?
Cell: …WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING?
17: WHAT DO YOU THINK?
(-Cell and 17 engage in fight-)
18: …?
FPM: kay…everything's still dandy.