Out of Hell
Chapter 4 - Villians' Misfortune
A/N: You are not being rude, Geno! Its good to know what I need to improve on and stuff. I try to read over it each time to see if something don't sound right. Although, sometimes I don't catch things or I'm just too lazy to reread it... Oh, and Geno, PLEASE get on MSN Messenger sometime and tell me when your usually on. (my sn is so you know)
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Cell raised the axe above his head and gravity took over as it slammed down to the wood, slicing it in half. He had been doing this for over 3 hours. He wiped the sweat from his face and took a small break. Just then, Gohan, with another pile of wood, came out and dumped it on the ground.
"Hey! What do you think your doing?!" Cell exclaimed, rising to his feet.
"I'm giving you more to do." Gohan said.
"Well, that's OBVIOUS, but why?!"
"Because you need some discipline."
"Discipline my ass! To lazy to do it yourself?!"
"How dare you! Get back to work or I'll blast you right back to hell!" Cell growled angrily and got up to finish. He wondered if the others were having such a bad time as he was.
'Gohan must really hate me... Then again he has reason too. Oh well. The thing I have to worry about is this family thing...' Cell thought as he resumed his duties. He wondered if he'd ever get this all done.
Pan leaned against the doorway, watching Cell. She smirked.
"Well, at least I don't have to do it anymore..." Pan said as she was about to exit.
"Since it was your chore, help me out, dammit!" Cell shouted, having heard her.
"Why should I help YOU, of all people?!" Pan shouted back.
"Because I said so!!"
"You can't boss me around!"
"I just did, KID!!"
"I'm no kid you- you FREAK!!"
"I'm no freak! Buu's a freak!"
"BOTH of you are freaks! And I'm not helping you!!"
"Your still a kid!!"
"I told you, I'm no kid!"
"Then proove it!"
"I will!" Pan soared towards Cell. Before he could react, a right hook punch slammed into his face. He stumbled backwards.
"Power alone won't convince me." Cell wiped some blood away that had come from a cut on his cheek. Pan clenched her fists tightly. Her anger topped that of any super saiyan. Her hair began to float in the air, defying gravity. Then she remembered her father's words...
--Flashback--
"Pan, it's obvious you have a bad temper." Gohan said.
"Perhaps. What's the problem with that, Papa?" Pan said.
"Well, when too much anger accumalates in someone, they can explode and be totally wreckless... and well, I don't want that to happen to you, just because I don't want you to get hurt. Ok, Sweetie?"
"I think i get it... but why's it such a big deal?"
"Just trust me."
"Ok, then how would you release the anger?"
"Well, sighing and clearing your mind might help... always remember though, don't let it cloud your judgement..." Pan nodded in response.
"Ok, Papa! You don't have to worry about me!"
"That's my girl." Gohan patted her on the head with a smile.
--End Flashback--
Pan sighed and cleared her mind as her father had instructed. Her ki went back to normal and she appeared not to be angry anymore. Cell raised his eyebrows and blinked a few times, he wasn't expecting that. He would've thought she would keep attacking him.
"Well well well... looks like someone got rid of their anger." Cell said.
"Hmph. I just don't want to waste my time on you." Pan shot back. She started to walk back inside.
"That's something that shows your more than just a kid..." Cell whispered to himself and smirked.
--Goku's House--
"How does my hair look?" Goten said, looking in the mirror.
"Fine." Frieza said.
"My clothes?"
"Fine."
"My face?"
"Fine."
"My shoes?"
"Fine."
"My skin?"
"FINE!!" Frieza arose from his seat. "Why must you worry about so many insignificant things?!"
"Because Valice is coming over and I have to look my best!"
"Whatever..."
"Which reminds me... you have to use your human form."
"Oh, woo hoo..." His voice rich with sarcasism.
"Well, go on. Besides, I haven't seen it yet." Frieza rolled his eyes and pressed the red button. He instantly 'turned' human.
"Huh. Well, I guess it ain't that bad."
"That's what you think."
There was suddenly a knock on the door. A very light, feminine knock.
"That must be her!" Goten rushed over to the door. He opened it and there stood Valice. Frieza took one look at her and cringed inwardly. She was just too happy-looking. Much like Goku.
"Hey Goten!" said Valice happily.
"Hey! I'm glad you could--" Goten said, but before he could finish, Valice interrupted.
"Oh! Now isn't he cute!" Valice squelled, running over to Frieza. Frieza just blinked and watched as she sat next to him on the couch.
"Huh?!" Goten said, his mouth hanging open.
"Wow! I love your hair! How do you get it like that?" Valice said, about to run her hand through it. Frieza instantly caught her wrist in his hand.
"Its... natural, and untouchable." Frieza said casually.
"Oh I understand comepletely!" Valice said. Frieza let go of her wrist and she pulled her arm back. She wondered why his hands were so cold. It didn't even feel like his hand had human skin. She shrugged it off for the moment and just sat there, smiling.
"But- but Valice!! Don't you wanna go swimming like we planned...?" Goten said, smiling wirely. Inside, though, he was ready to get the frying pan of justice and bang Frieza on the head with it.
"Well, ok. Hey, what's your name?" Valice said as she arose.
"Frieza." He replied.
"Ok, Frieza. Hey, Goten, how about he comes and swims with us?"
"W- well," Goten sighed. "I guess..." His voice had a hint of sadness in it. It was sopposed to be just him and Valice...
--Capsule Corp.--
They had all retreated to inside the complex and were now starting a friendly game of Pokemon Monopoly.
"Can't we just play normal Monopoly...?" Vegeta said, looking at the characters to choose from.
"Pokemon is funner!" Bra said, picking Clefairy.
"Funner ain't a word." Trunks said.
"Ain't isn't a word either."
"Whatever..." He picked the Mewtwo and put it on the playing board.
"Well, what're you gonna pick, Dad?" Bra said.
"How should I know...? They're all stupid." Vegeta said, leaning on his fist.
"Well, Blastoise is strong..." She took the tiny Blastoise figure and put it on the board for her father.
"Ok, then, I'll have Pikachu." Bulma said, putting the figure on the board next to all the others.
"Well, Buu, Bulbasaur or Charmander?" Bra said, holding them out. Buu looked at each.
"Um... the orange one." Buu said. Bra handed Charmander to Buu. He inspected it more closely then set it down.
"Ok then. Now, who will be the banker?" Bra said.
"Well, guess Buu is out of that job cuz he can't count." Trunks said.
"Who said I can't count?!" Buu started, "I'm not THAT stupid!"
"Prove it! Count 1-10!" Trunks said.
"Fine! 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 4, 7, 9, 6, 10!" Buu shouted. Trunks doubled over in laughter.
"Oh my God!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Trunks said, tears forming in his eyes.
"What? That's right!" said Buu.
"Actually, no its not..." Bra said.
"That's what you think." Buu said, crossing his arms.
"Trunks! Stop laughing at other's misfortunes!" Bulma said.
"I- I can't stop!!" Trunks said, continuing to laugh.
"Ok, time to pull out my new gadget Chichi gave me... meet the ultimate weapon, the frying pan!!" Bulma said,
"Frying pan?!" Trunks suddenly stopped laughing, his eyes widening. Bulma smirked evilly as she held the pan in her hand.
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A/N: How was that? Longer, right? Good! Lol well, be sure to review!