FPM: Oh HOLY COW! FINALS ARE TOTALLY GONE AND OVER! WHAHA!
Cell: o.O
FPM: well, at least for this semester, anyways…
17: yeah, but—
FPM: oh, I needed one of those on my math assignment today. …I hate math.
18: that was rather random.
FPM: no, not really.
Cell: I agree. And I personally am very upset that you had computer problems for over two weeks. Now that is horrid.
FPM: …? Hmm, yeah. God, I'm so tired. My friend took me on a retreat yesterday till 7 am and – …okay, I'll start this story rather than tell about my own.
Cell: that sounds decent enough
FPM: (-glare-)
17: w/e floats your boat.
FPM: yeay! (-smiles-) my English teacher says that all the time. :P
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! (i WILL get more, even if I have to review myself or not! Wahahahaha…)
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Nonetheless, "I, Robot" went rather successfully well. Cell did feel somewhat irritated that Crystal commented that the famous actor "Will Smith" was "hot", but didn't let it get to him when she said the same about him.
"No," Crystal stared at him. "I meant that you're hot. Like, temperature wise. …Are you okay?"
"Hmm?" Cell peered at Crystal, his vision blurred. Now that she had mentioned it, he was feeling rather dizzy… "No, I am fine. …Just, I will…"-he stood up-"get a drink-"
In his haste to stand up, Cell fell back onto the cushioned theatre seat in a wave of dizziness, feeling a numbing sense of pain soar through his body. Heat filled his head, but he stood once again, unable to grasp that he was unwell. Crystal caught his arm before he could fall again, and he leaned heavily on her. She stumbled with the new weight, though bearable, not the lightest. Cell began breathing faster, each breath shorter than the previous, and rigid too. On impulse, Crystal hurriedly gathered him into her arms and dragged Cell to Capsule Corp.
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"Goku! …What's eating you?" Bulma had been watching Goku pace around the room, bite away at his finger nails, sweat profusely, and mumble to himself for the past two-some hours that Crystal had been away.
Goku shrugged and bit away at little remained of his finger nails. Bulma smiled.
"Going to have to start on your toes, next."
"Huh?" Goku peered quizedly towards Bulma, then gazed at his hands. He had almost brought his fingers towards bleeding…Sighing, he looked up at Bulma. "I …I have to check on Crystal, Bulma."
Before she could reply, Goku had leapt off the window panel and into the starry night.
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Crystal had pulled Cell almost a mile before resting. Setting him down onto the ground, and herself next, Crystal fixed her eyes on Cell. His usually pale skin was now flushed with a deep, dark red. Attempting to get her breathing back to normal, Crystal closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the brick wall she was next to. …It reminded her of the first encounter with the being known as Cell and that she had truly hated him then, but now… She sighed and remembered where she was, who she was with. At first, the worry of a mugger or sexual predator came to mind, but then she shrugged the feeling off, remembering Cell had demolished most of the human species (which included those humans who found entertainment in stealing either money or virginity—for some, it was both). Peering into the sky, Crystal wished for help to come along soon, as her muscles were still tired from dragging something possibly twice her weight a mile.
Standing back up, Crystal adjusted Cell's arms around her shoulders, making sure to keep most of him off the ground, and started running again, the prayer still with her.
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Goku had been searching for Cell's chi and found it nowhere…But he did find one that was remarkably lower, and still weakening. Knowing the possibility that it might be Cell's nonetheless, Goku flew straight towards the weakening power.
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Crystal heard someone, and then saw someone, land in front of her, and she stopped dead in tracks. Realizing it was Goku, Crystal ran over to Goku on the brink of tears and informed him of what had happened to Cell. Goku nodded and picked up both Cell and Crystal, flying back to Capsule Corp.
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Bulma was working on Android sixteen when she heard someone rapping on the door. Reluctantly setting her equipment and papers on the cluttered desk, Bulma ambled down the stairs to the door. It had been quiet with everyone else training in distant lands—only Goku had stayed behind to be here. But now that Goku was gone for the time-being, Bulma felt more alone than usual. Sometimes she felt a pang of jealousy towards Chi-Chi for having such a caring husband, but knew that she had chosen Vegeta and would forever be faithful to him.
Forgetting the proper ways of opening a door (check out side THEN open the door), Bulma hastily unlocked the door and opened the door wide, expecting to see someone she knew. When her eyes focused on the man in front of her, she screamed as a gun was pointed directly at her head. The man was dressed in a white shirt and jeans and had a lanky build. His deep voice mumbled something Bulma did not understand and she asked for him to repeat it.
"Damn fucking bitch, you fucking give me you an' any money you got…" His voice was heavily slurred and she could tell he had been drinking an excessive amount. Bulma whimpered and slowly raised her hand behind the door, wanting to close it. Suddenly, the man reached out and pulled her close to him, as well as the gun to her, and embraced her. Bulma felt torn between screaming for help and helping the deranged man, who was clearly out of his mind. Although he was lanky, the man was very strong, so she could not get out of his hold.
Out of the blue, a scream of fury could be heard, as well as the man's body falling to the concrete ground. Bulma stared at the dead corpse lying at her feet and she blinked in confusion and fear. What was that?
"Bulma. What were you doing?"
She easily recognized the voice as Vegeta's and looked up to see his smirk. Her face broke into a smile as she ran to him, and embraced him, allowing her tears to fall. If he hadn't shown, she wasn't sure what would have happened—either the man and her would have hugged for a while longer, or he might have killed her. Bulma shuddered at the thought.
"You should truly consider Self-Defense Classes, or something of that sort at least." Vegeta grunted, and turned his attention to his son, Trunks, who was standing behind him. "Trunks, go inside. Your mother and I have certain things to discuss."
The small boy nodded and scurried into the house.
Vegeta smiled and turned to Bulma. "Are you all right?"
Bulma was almost shocked at his question. He was usually resentful or rude towards her, but now…
She nodded and pulled her arms tighter around him, breathing deeply.
"That is good." Vegeta wrapped his arms around Bulma and carried her inside.
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Goku reached Capsule Corp. just as it started to rain. Letting Crystal go, he intently observed her bend over and vomit, though not thoroughly amused. Crystal fell to her knees and then onto her stomach on the lush grass, sighing.
"Go in Goku. …I will be in shortly."
Goku nodded. "I hope you get better." Getting no response, Goku rushed inside with Cell in his right arm.
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After having yanked the door open with his superior strength, Goku paused and peered around the darkly-lit room from the doorway. It was the same, messy (yet organized) Capsule Corp. he had left, but he could feel two new beings present in the large building complex. He stepped forward, and then stopped. Goku turned his head to the side to see Crystal, who had unexpectedly vomited again. Goku made a mental note to never take her flying again.
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Trunks was upstairs in his room, organizing his toys and cleaning his room. He had just taken a shower and was feeling particularly refreshed. His damp, purple hair was covered by a laser-gun helmet he had recently acquired from a game that came with three fake guns.
Smiling as he stepped out into the hall, he crept around the stairs and sat by the base of the railing. He was glad his room was only on the third floor, as were his parents', and that he was on the same level with them. Holding his plastic gun up and close to him, Trunks stood and looked over the railing, and, seeing no one, tip-toed to his parents' room.
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Trunks scurried out from his parents' room, unnoticed, and he quickly gained his normal breathing back. He was glad that he hadn't been seen and knew he had been scarred for life after seeing his parents entertwined in an act known as "making love". Trunks didn't realize it, but he was deeply blushing. He quickly left to the safety of his room where he hoped his parents hadn't contaminated with their little "act".
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Goku sighed. He had no idea as to which floor Bulma was on, or where the other two people were—or where he was himself, for that matter. Goku knew it was a stupid idea, and had protested against it, but Bulma had decided to have walls that couldn't let people sense chi levels through. He was still a bit irritated by this notion, even now, but shrugged it off. Walking up to an implanted sign on the wall, Goku read it: "Twenty-seventh floor". Sighing, Goku set Cell onto the closest couch he could find. He would deal with him later. Now, he would go check on Crystal (who had, currently, fallen asleep under the stars and dark of night).
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FPM: BOOH-YEAH-Huh-Huh!
Cell: …you make the strangest sounds.
19: I agree.
FPM: …Wait, since when was there a nineteenth android?
18?..oh, wait, that was me..sorry, bad typo…
FPM: Oh Kaaaaaaaaaaay…
17: wait, since when did my sister type this story?
FPM: since I got tired of doing so myself, as did Cell
Cell: WHY! DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT?
17!—er,uhg…no… (o.o)
FPM: lol, Vegeta and Bulma is vegetables and underwear…
Cell: o.O …oh, and '-' means another perspective (sorry I keep changing things…), and '…' means same perspective, but a little later…
FPM: wait, didn't 18 write this one? Oh, well, happy days:P