Wow someone is reading chapter two! Well I won't keep you; it should get a bit more interesting than the last chapter. I shan't hold you up any longer.

Don't Worry…

Cell woke with a start (and maybe a little scream). He'd been having a horrible dream, it had been the Cell Games and Goku and his friends and been beating him to death with bits of scaffolding and rivet guns. It had really been quite graphic. Still he was awake now and could happily dismiss the idea as ridicules. It didn't take him long to find out where the idea had come from though, the whole ring was a building site! Cell stood up and looked at the land around his ring in horror. The whole place was covered in ugly scaffolding constructions. Every where he looked fat workmen in jeans which didn't quite cover there arses where plodding around with bits of metal and wheelbarrows. It was the leaky porter-loo in the corner which pushed him over the edge.

"What are you all doing here!" he demanded at the top of his voice. The work men stopped working/eating there sandwiches to look at him. Cell was pleased with the look of fear on there face. A few seconds later a skinny man in a check shirt and dungarees ran over, "the Forman," Cell assumed. His guess turned out to be right.

"Err… we're building stands for your ring" the Forman explained trying his best not to wet himself, "Ernie Becclestone hired us, but if you want us to leave we will!" he quickly added.

"Ernie of course" muttered Cell feeling stupid, "Carry on then" he called out to the work force, who immediately returned to eating there sandwiches. Now he knew what was going on Cell took another look at the stands,

"They'll look better on the day" said the Forman encouragingly.

"Good" said Cell, suddenly he turned and stared at the Forman's feet. "For crying out loud man, go the loo!" he shouted jumping away.

"Yes, thank you" the Forman said quickly before running off.

"And clean that up afterwards." Cell finished before walking out of the building site to find some piece. Unfortunately Ernie found him first.

"How do you like the ring" He asked cheerfully.

"I guess it will be an improvement when it's done" Cell conceded.

"Great" said Ernie who immediately turn to talk to some one else, "Now put the main Cameras on the south side of the ring so that the sponsorship label appears the right way up."

"You're telling me" Cell interrupted "the workers you hired are so stupid there going to hang the sighs the wrong way up"

"Don't be silly" Ernie replied "I'm not talking about the sighs I'm talking about the one we're going to paint on the floor of the ring."

"Can I start now" said a worker with a large can of paint.

"Yeah spray away" Ernie replied dismissively.

"Wait!" said Cell grabbing Ernie by the shoulder, "what are you painting on my ring"

"Just an advertising symbol" Ernie continued to be vague, "All boxing and wrestling rings have them. It brightens them up a bit."

"But it's not a boxing ring" protested Cell, "it's a martial arts ring and I like it how it is."

"Well I can't stop it now" Ernie replied "Pepsi have already paid the money."

"Well then give it back!" Cell replied as though it was obvious.

"Can't do that I'm afraid," Ernie replied, "I've already spent the money on the stands, unless you want me to take them down and no one to turn up." Cell paused,

"Well I guess it's not that important really," he conceded, "and it could do with a bit of colour"

"Quite" agreed Ernie, "but I is important we establish some boundaries about what you are and aren't happy with so if you have a wonder around the site and let me know if there's anything you don't like."

"Good idea." Cell replied and wondered off. As he walked around the outside of the building site that had been his ring Cell mused on his situation. He found it odd that people were working for him after he had killed so many of them and said he was going to blow up there planet. It quickly became clear to him that working wasn't quite the right word for it.

"4 out of every 5 workers I saw was having lunch!" he informed Ernie when he came back.

"Must be lunch time then" Ernie replied,

"It's 10:30am" Cell replied.

"Breakfast then." suggested Ernie

"A bit late for break fast don't you think"

"Well we can't all be early risers like you" Ernie replied in a matter of fact manor.

"They woke me up!" contradicted Cell, "I would still be asleep if it wasn't for the noise there making"

"You should be happy then" retorted Ernie, "It's not easy to find workers dedicated enough to come in to work before they've had breakfast!" Cell froze, he had a sneaking suspicion he had just been out witted.

"Okay I won't complain about the lazy work force" he conceded "but perhaps you could explain about this" he finished producing a gigantic letter N.

"Oh" said Ernie, "That's just for the big Cell Games sigh." He explained

"There's no N in The Cell Games" Cell pointed out.

"Okay" said Ernie speaking carefully "Now don't be mad but we changed the name a little."

"WHAT!" bellowed Cell very defiantly getting mad.

"Don't worry" soothed Ernie "It's practically the same as The Cell Games." Cell breathed deeply and calmed himself down.

"What is it now then?" he asked reluctantly.

"Pepsi Presents The Cell Games"

"PEPSI PRESENTS THE CELL GAMES!"

"See not too much of a mouth full." Ernie declared cheerfully.

"NOT TOO MUCH…. THIS IS A COMERCAL DEBASEMENT OF EVERYTHING THE CELL GAMES STANDS FOR!" shouted Cell in a mixture of anger and horror, "HOW COULD I LET YOU MARKETING PHILESTINES GET INVOLED WITH MY TORLERMANT!

"It's not a big deal"

"NOT A BIG DEAL…"

"If your going to start each sentence by repeating what I just said we're not going to get anywhere are we" interrupted Ernie, Cell paused but continued to stare angrily at Ernie, "Now you don't need to worry about the name change 99 of the worlds population will ignore the "Pepsi Presents" bit any way. Only the commentators and sales people will ever mention it."

"Really" asked Cell

"Really" confirmed Ernie.

"Fine" said Cell "But I want to be informed of all major changes from now on"

"Of course" said Ernie, "These are your games"

"They better be" said Cell "now if you excuse me I have some standing in my ring looking smug to do."

"I wouldn't do that mate" interrupted a worker. Cell had had enough of being pushed around.

"Are you presuming to tell me what I can and can't do" he demanded

"No of course not" replied the worker shaking "It's… it's just the paint will take a few days to dry"

"What" shouted Cell, this was one surprise too many, he swung back to Ernie, "Did you here that. Where am I going to stand around now?"

"Oh you don't need to worry about standing around in a building site," Ernie declared,

"Yes" interrupted Cell "There are a lot of things I don't need to worry about according to you."

"And this is one of them" Ernie continued un-phased, "Because your going on a tour to promote the Cell games."

"Oh no I'm not!" declared Cell "you've done quite enough to my Cell Games thank you, I'm not allowing you to wreck my ring while I'm away!"

"Fine" said Ernie "If you really want to stay here, with all the noise, dust, smell of paint and works whose trousers don't cover there arse's, then you can….."

As the car pulled away Cell sighed and tried to get settled a seat that had clearly been made for someone who didn't have wings in mind. Finally giving up he took a last look at his ring before turning to Ernie.

"Just promise me one thing" he said, "promise me that the leaky porter-loo will be gone in time for the Games." Ernie smiled,

"Oh don't worry about that…"

Hope you liked that. If anyone is reading this I would be really great full for any ideas about how Ernie can promote the Cell Games. Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome too, oh i've had a surguestion that this should have been left as a one shot at the end of chapter one, I was wondering what people thought about that idea? thanks.