The spaceship carrying our heroes from Universe 18 is slowly landing. The auto pilot makes an announcement, in a female voice: 'Attention, ladies and gentlemen. We shall soon reach our destination. While at the stadium, you are free to interact with people from other universes, but it is forbidden to pick fights or have sex with them.'

'Why not sex?' Goten asks in disappointment. Actually, that was a rather rhetorical question, since he did not expect the auto pilot to answer.

However, the auto pilot, changing his formal tone of voice, says: 'Because we need to keep this fanfic at T rating so that more people will be likely to see it. You see, most Fanfiction Net visitors usually forget to deactivate M rating ilters.'

'Curse them,' Trunks whispers, clenching his fist.

Our heroes have been shown their universes balcony. They're looking around. It's not long before they notice Cell, right next to them, at Universe 17 balcony.

'Hmf. You again,' the bio android says indifferently, keeping his arms crossed.

'Hey, Cell,' Goku greets him in a jolly fashion as if he has never done anything bad in his life.

'Who's that?' Bra asks, scratching her chin. 'His boots are so last year.'

'It's Cell,' Gohan takes a stern expression, his dark memories flooding his head. (Imagine TFS version of Unmei No Hi song being played at that moment.)

'The one and only,' the green android brags. 'The ultimate life form, created by cells of the greatest martial artists in existence, such as Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, Piccolo and Tenshinhan.'

'Wait a minute, what about me?' Ubb complains. 'Don't you have any cells of mine? Why?'

Piccolo starts explaining that Ubb wasn't born yet during the period Cell was being created: 'Basically...'

'Is it because I'm black?' Ubb snaps, ignoring the Namek. 'Are you a racist? Do niggas mean nothing to you?'

Cell sighs. Ubb crawls into a fetal position and starts crying. A short silence follows, only the nigga's sobs being heard.

'Hey, Goten,' Trunks changes the subject. 'How about we go to explore the other universes balconies?' And, pointing a finger at Universe 13, he continues: 'Look. Over there, there is a version of my dad with a cape, a version of your father with psychotic eyes and two other Saiyans.'

'Dunno, man,' Goten scratches his head. 'They seem to be discussing something. Maybe they're busy right now.'

Meanwhile, at Universe 13 balcony...

'Vegeta!' Nappa snaps. 'What does the scouter say about the number of reviews Hector Fenwick's fanfics should get if readers knew to appreciate true masterpieces?'

Vegeta presses a button on the scouter he's wearing, reads the indication and yells: 'IT'S OVER 9000!'

'Yeah, they seem pretty busy,' Trunks scratches his head too. 'Let's not disturb them right now.'

In the meantime, Ubb is still lying in a fetal position and sobbing, ignored by everyone.

At some point, Pan goes close to him, crouches and pats him on the bare part of his back. 'There, there,' she says in a soft voice, showing genuine interest. 'Is there something I can do for you to feel better?'

Ubb looks at her and smiles. 'Well, do you want to come with me to the bathroom and see my big, juicy...'

'LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,' the announcer's voice interrupts Ubb's attempt to child molest his master's grand daughter. 'The fights are about to begin.'

A Cell Junior appears out of nowhere and asks: 'Papa, is it time for my debut yet?'

'Shut up, Cell Junior,' Cell insensitively replies.