Here we go again. Those of you who have read Goten and Vegeta will know that I like to count my chapters as I go, and this story will be no exception. Thus here is chapter 2…


The Power of Choice

Cell, Freeza and Cooler wondered into the Grand Library of the other world. Having said this grand really isn't a suitable description of its size. Neither is enormous or even humongous. It was infinitely large, with huge book cases and filing cabinets that seemed to go on forever in every direction. The reason for its size is simple. It was the centre of the entire administration of the after life and the after life took a lot of administration. The building would have taken a heck of a lot of heating too; as a result the powers that be didn't bother…

"It's colder than hell in here," whinged Freeza as they entered.

"Really?" said Cell snapping an icicle off the end of his nose, "I never would have noticed!"

"Oh very funny," snapped Freeza, "come up with that gem all by yourself did you."

"Well it's better then anything you've ever come up with," retorted Cell. "You think the height of humour is calling people with tails monkeys and watching others suffer!"

"Yes but you have to admit that making people suffer is good fun!" pointed out Freeza.

"Point taken," admitted Cell, "Now let's just find the guy who administers community service and get out of here."

"Good idea," said Freeza quickly, "we should ask someone at that desk for directions, or else we'll never find it."

Unfortunately there was a help desk near by. I say unfortunately because when ever you need help in a place like this a help desk is, quite logically the first place you would go. However, because of the way the world works, the very moment anyone ever needs to use a help desk always coincides with the person who is supposed to be working at being on lunch break/ two week vacation in Hawaii. As a result all that Cell and Freeza found was an empty desk and a bell, which a sign laughable suggested that you should ring if you wanted attention. This was of course absolutely no help what so ever, but it didn't stop Cell from ringing the bell for a good half an hour before giving up.

"This is hopless," complained Cell, "How do these guys expect to punish us if we can't find out what our punishment is!"

"Maybe then intend to let us stand around here for the next 114,000 years!" said Freeza sarcastically.

"Oh screw that!" snapped Cell irritably pulling the bell off the desk and throwing it at a passing administrator. The unfortunate ogre was knocked to the ground, dropping the huge pile of papers he was carrying.

"What was that for!" he cried rubbing his head; Freeza grabbed his hand to pick him up.

"Terrible sorry, but my friend here misinterpreted the sign," said Freeza apologetically, "He gets the words "ring" and "Throw at somebody" mixed up very easily, he's a little slow you see."

Cell scoffed indignantly. Freeza ignored him and carried on, "However now since I've got your attention I was wondering if we could ask you a quick question?"

"Sorry," said the ogre officially, "but all questions must be directed to the help des- err sir are you aware that you're twisting my arm?"

"It's only a very simple question," said Freeza still politely, "I just what to know where community service administration is."

"Sorry you have to ask at the AGGGGGHHHH" the ogre "replied".

"You see," said Freeza slyly, "If I knew where it was I could be there rather than here holding your arm!"

"IT'S IN SECTION 639408375934027432721!" screamed the ogre, "NOW PLEASE LET GO!" Freeza did so.

"Thank you," he said, "you've been a great help."


As its name suggested section 639408375934027432721 was rather a long way from the entrance lobby. Cell and Freeza had to walk down endless rows of files, books and official papers, occasionally they were attacked by the odd giant spider or insane administrator who had been lost among the selves for millenniums but neither obstacle were particular challenging. About a week after they set out they reached section 639408375934027432721, denoted as community service administration by a rusty sign that had fallen off the wall and now lay face down under some boxes.

Freeza and Cell entered cautiously. The place had an eerie feel to it, like a ghost town.

"Hello?" called out Freeza carefully, "Anyone in?" There was a rustling of newspapers and Pizza boxes near by, suddenly an ogre burst out of the pile.

"Who-who's there!" he asked sleepily, before noticing Cell and Freeza. "Oh, what do you want?"

"Hello, Mr," Cell paused to read the man's name tag, "Err… Freely…"

"Why don't you say my whole name?" suggested Mr Freely keenly.

"Because I'm not dumb enough to fall for that stupid trick!" snapped Cell.

"Okay then, you're here for Community service right?" said Freely.

"Well why else would we be in this dump?" snapped Cell.

"Okay so bearing in mind I get to decide what you two will be doing for the next billon hours you might want to be a little more cooperative," suggested Freely. Freeza gave Cell a nudge;

"Say his name or else we could be cleaning sewers!" he hissed. Cell sighed in a resigned manor.

"Very well, we'll cooperate, Mr I Freely Admit That I Am An Idiot!" mumbled Cell. Freely's laughter was much louder.

"Oh that never grows old," he said cheerfully. Cell sighed wondering why he hadn't simply use I.P. Eventually Freely stopped laughing.

"Right I guess you better get some community service," he said, "all the different jobs are in a pile over there." Cell and Freeza looked at the pile incredibly tall pile of papers.

"Err… we were told you would be selecting one for us," said Cell who had little intention of wading though all those papers.

"That's true," admitted Freely, "but I can't be bothered to get up, and the only community service I can reach from my desk is snake way litter collection, so either you can have that or chose your own…."


"How about out reach to the elderly," suggested Freeza, "there aren't that many old people in hell."

"Haven't you heard of the saying only the good die young!" pointed out Cell, "the place is full of them, just they never go out! They spend there time demanding things off people who were unlucky enough to die young."

"Oh right," said Freeza chucking the sheet to one side, "hey, how come you know so much about old people in hell?"

"Well after I got thrown in hell I felt a little guilty so I tried to make up for it by volunteering for wheels on meals," Cell explained.

"Oh, how long did that last?" asked Freeza curiously.

"About two hours, then one too many old ladies shouted at me…" Cell paused, "any way I haven't felt guilty since!"

Freeza nodded and carried on flicking through the files. Soon pest control, street sweeper, building painter, graffiti washer and school teacher joined out reach to the elderly on the discarded pile. This was of course among roughly three thousand others. Eventually Freeza snapped.

"I can't take this anymore!" he declared, "There isn't one decent job in here!"

"Of course there aren't any decent jobs," said Cell dejectedly, "there supposed to be punishments; we just have to find the least horri- hang on a sec!" Cell quickly read the sheet in his hand. His face lit up; "Look at this" he said eagerly, "look at this, read it!"

"It's kind of hard to read it with you waving it in my face like that!" growled Freeza finally managing to snatch the sheet off Cell. He quickly skim read it. Once he had finished he looked at Cell quizzically.

"Law enforcement? What's so good about that?" he asked.

"Have you read it?" asked Cell, "It's perfect; we get to tell people what to do! We can legally beat people up,"

"Only criminals," pointed out Freeza.

"It's hell, everyone is a crook!" said Cell, "And if we're crooked we could get rich off bribes and stuff!"

"I don't know," said Freeza cautiously, "It says here we'll have a good guy supervising us, there's no way that he'll let us take bribes!"

"He won't be there all the time!" said Cell, "so we can make our money while he's off duty!"

"I guess," said Freeza who was beginning to come round to the idea.

"And the best is yet to come!" declared Cell, "It says here that if we solve a big enough crime we'll be let off early!"

"It does?" Freeza quickly read it again. "That's brilliant!" he said, "I think we have a winner!"

"So do I," agreed Cell, picking up a bucket of water. "Let's go wake up Mr Freely…"

As Cell and Freeza through the water over Mr Freely, nether of them paused to wonder why, if Law enforcement was such a great job, it was put in community service as a punishment.


Cell and Freeza found the journey back to the lobby much easier than the journey too section 639408375934027432721 had been. So much so, in fact, that it took them only four days this time. Of course by the time they had got to the car park the parking meter had well and truly expired and their car had been towed away and crushed, so they walked home instead.

Eventually they reached their front door.

"Ah there's no place like home," said Freeza happily. He opened the door expecting to see their damp, but relatively tidy living room. In stead the place looked like a land fill!

"What on Hell happened here!" exclaimed Freeza. Cell walked past him looking among the rubble for something. Eventually he reached into a particularly large heap of rubbish and pulled out Cooler.

"Hello guys," their insane flat mate said cheerfully, "did you have fun ringing the bell?"

"What happened here?" demanded Cell "and for that matter where did you go after we entered in to the library?"

"I got board of watching you ring that bell," explain Cooler, "and as it didn't seem like you were going to give me a go I went to sort out my community what's it."

"So how come we didn't see you in Section 634- whatever, then?" asked Cell irritably.

"Oh I went to the I.T. suite and did it all on line, it only took five minutes," explained Cooler, "then I went to see if you had finished with the bell yet, but as you hadn't I decided to go home."

"WHAT!" exclaimed Freeza and Cell in chorus.

"I WENT TO THE…" Cooler began, but shut up when Cell hit him. Cooler's speech jumped like a jogged CD. "…o I chose Law Enforcement," he announced proudly as a result.

"Wait a second," said Freeza, "You chose Law Enforcement too, why?"

"Because I like the idea of having a really shiny badge!" declared Cooler happily.

"So what's with all the rubbish?" asked Cell, "You didn't try to tidy up did you?"

"Rubbish?" said Cooler blankly, "This isn't rubbish, these are the gifts people have been giving me ever since I told them that I was going to be a police officer!"

"Oh," said Freeza looking at all the bricks and broken bottles. "I think I've just come up with a flaw in your plan, Cell."

"Oh don't worry about it," declared Cell, "None of the small time thugs around here could threaten us, we'll make them pay for this later. Right now I'm going to get something to eat."

Cell calmly walked through the rubbish to the Kitchen door. As soon as he touched it the door fell off it's hinges revealing the burnt out shell of their kitchen. Freeza and Cell blinked, before turning to glare at Cooler. Cooler stared blankly at them. Suddenly something clicked.

"Did I mention that I tried to bake a cake?" he asked.


North Kio picked up the telepathic signals being sent to him, they appeared to be from King Yemma.

"Hello Yemma," he said, well not exactly said but you know what I mean, "what can I do for you to day?"

"Hello King Kio," Yemma said respectfully, "I need your help on something, I've just found out what Cell, Freeza and Cooler have chosen for community service." North Kio pause for thought, wondering why Yemma would talk to him about this, then he clicked and immediately burst out laughing.

"You can't be serious!" he chuckled, "they chose that!"

"Yup!" said King Yemma happily, "clearly no one told them what happened to the last guys who chose that as there community service!"

"How could they!" said North Kio trying to hold in his laughter, "we don't know what happened to them either!" he finished bursting in to hysterics.

"Yes… we never did find out," said Yemma once he had finished laughing. "Anyway we need a good guy to work with them, on the off chance they do catch any criminals, someone loyal, enthusiastic and tough so he can survive any scrapes they might get into." North Kio smiled. "I have just the guy…"


Okay folks hope you enjoyed that chapter. There are no prizes for guessing who North Kio is talking about as it can only be one guy can't it. Anyway I called all of the other world's administrator's ogres in that chapter but I'm not sure it was quite the right thing to do, so if you know of a better name please let me know. If you have any other comments or suggestions please send me a review and let me know! Or you could always visit your nearest help desk….