Out of Hell

Chapter 7 - Twigs, Schools, Kings, and Queens

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After a good while they both broke the kiss and looked deeply into each other's eyes.

"I... should go... I don't want my dad to--" Pan said, breaking the silence.

"Go ahead..." Cell said, hugging her close then letting her go. Pan turned and went into her room, shutting the door behind her. Cell smirked to himself then went over to his bed and sat down. He grabbed the remote and turned on the tv, flipping through the channels aimlessly. He had other things on his mind.

Pan also sat on her bed, thinking. It was infact her first kiss, and vise versa for Cell. Sure, she went out with guys, but something had to happen where they saw her fight, making them run away. She smiled as she thought about her Cell. He would surely not run away, though it was a funny thought. The only obstacle that stood in there way was her father. Everyone knew how much he hated him, but she could only hope that he learned to trust him. She sighed, realizing he might never fully trust Cell. But there was always the hope that he would see through his own hatred and look at her needs and wants.

Gohan walked to Cell's room, to inlist a new chore. He at first just peeked into the room to make sure Pan wasn't in there with him. After successfully seeing she wasn't, he went in with a blowhorn. Gohan, with his ear muffs in place, went up to the dozing-off Cell and blew the blowhorn as loud as he could. Cell's eyes snapped open as he jumped to the ceiling and clung on for dear life. He turned his head down to the ground to see only Gohan snickering evilly.

"Why you little... what was that for?!" Cell said.

"To wake you up." Gohan said.

"You could of taken a QUIETER approach!"

"In your dreams. Now, take those yard waste bins in the backyard and start picking up twigs! And I mean EVERY SINGLE TWIG."

"Are you nuts?!"

"No, but you are. Now get going! Videl wants you in by 7 for dinner..." Cell sighed deeply and let go of the ceiling, landing on ground. Cell glared at Gohan as he 'accidentally' brushed against him as he went out the door.

"I can't believe this! Every single twig... what is he thinking?!" He said as he took the bins and started in rows in the backyard, picking up every single little one. He was barely done with one row when he noticed how BIG the backyard was. He sighed yet again as he kept going. Small, skinny twigs, long, thicker twigs, short ones. Any kind he had to pick up. Just trying to fit them all into one was a pain. His hands were scratched and cut from forcing them into the bin with all the others. He was on the 3rd bin by the time he was halfway through. How much more could he possibly endure? (Its hard... I should know... I did this yesterday oO)

Gohan sat at the table, reading his paper as Videl started on dinner.

"Do you really have to be so hard on him?" Videl said. Gohan looked up from is newspaper.

"He killed thousands, Videl. He has to be punished somehow." Gohan said.

"But having him do everything? That-- in other people's eyes-- could support laziness."

"You think I'm getting lazy?!"

"I never said I was. But you shouldn't lay everything on him. If anything, it'll make him stronger."

"Perhaps, but he still needs the discipline." Videl sighed. Sure, she despised Cell almost just as much as Gohan, but she didn't think it was right to make him a slave.

--Satan City--

Goku and Frieza walked the streets, looking for any girls that might happen to be hanging out. They passed Orange Star Highschool, but then Goku got a brilliant idea and backtracked.

"I know where you can meet girls!" Goku said, looking up at the school. Frieza went back over to him.

"What are you talking about, monkey?" Frieza said.

"Highschool! You meet girls in highschool!"

"Highschool?! I'm not going to school! I'm already more intelligent than you humans could ever be!"

"But think about it, you'd meet a lot of girls here! I'm sure there'll be someone here for you!" Frieza frowned.

"I'll be dead before you get me to repeat my teen years." Frieza continued to walk.

"Well, at least think about it!!" Goku ran after him, still sticking to his idea.

"I doubt you'll ever get me in any school."

"Oh, c'mon... it won't be that bad! Gohan liked it. That is where he met Videl."

"Perhaps, but NO."

"Puh-lease...?"

"NO! And stop bugging me about it..."

"Just think about it!"

"I already have..."

"Well... alright..."

"Good monkey. Now let's get back to work..."

"Yes sir!"

"Don't mess with me, monkey..."

"What's that mean?"

"Eh, just forget it..."

"Ok!" Frieza rolled his eyes and continued walking.

They passed many places, until they came to the local Mall.

"Now, this is also a good place to meet people! Girls flock to this place."

"What for? Doesn't seem too important."

"They buy stuff here. There's also resturants! We should get something to eat while we're here."

"What exactly is this place called?"

"Satan City Mall."

"And what's a mall?"

"Its like... a bunch of stores and stuff crammed into one building." Goku smashed his hands together, dipicting how crammed it was in there.

"If you say so. So are we just gonna stand here, or go in?"

"Go in!" Goku skipped through the opening doors as Frieza stayed a distance from him, not wanting anyone to think he actually knows him.

--Capsule Corp.--

Soon it was Bra's turn. She got a 2 and landed on Nidoqueen.

"Yeah! Awesome!!" Bra said.

"Well now, isn't that typical." Trunks said.

"Ain't that cute, king and queen..." Bulma said.

"That ain't cute!! It ain't even right! Its messed up!!" Trunks said.

"Oh, calm down. Your just unhappy you didn't get either one of them." Bra said, smirking.

"Yeah Trunks. Besides, you should be happy for yor sister." Bulma said.

"Happy?! HAPPY?! Are you nuts?!" Trunks said.

"No, I'm very smart."

"Yeah well, so am I and I KNOW I shouldn't be happy."

"What, you want to be my king?" said Bra.

"Now that's just gross." Trunks said.

"Then stop griping about it!"

"Whatever. But you and Buu, that's just disturbing." Bra rolled her eyes.

"Its just a damn game, so stop fighting and let's get on with it!!" Vegeta shouted.

"FIne fine... but Dad, I'm thinking you should put more into this game... your losing, badly." Bra said.

"You think I care?"

"Well no, but you should at least try... I mean, you are the Prince of Saiyans! You shouldn't let anyone beat you!"

"Not this agan... You had to go and start that up?" Trunks said.

"What? I'm just trying to inspire him to do better..." Bra said.

"Well, you know what... I think your right... and I say I destroy all of you..." Vegeta said, burning all the little figures with his ki. Everyone's mouths hung open.

"I didn't mean for you to do that!!" Bra said. Buu picked up his melted Charmander.

"So sad, isn't it?" Buu said.

"Very!" Bra said.

"Well, now that we can't play, I'm gonna go work in my lab..." Bulma said, getting up.

"But what about dinner?" Trunks said. Vegeta nudged him in the arm.

"I said we were going out to AVOID her cooking." Vegeta whispered.

"Oh, right, sorry." Bulma had heard that and came back.

"Maybe I should cook a nice dinner for all you!" Bulma said. They all groaned except for Buu.

"What's so bad about it?" Buu said.

"Its doomsday cooking." Trunks said. Buu blinked.

"Well, if you don't want her to cook, I could."

"You, cook?!"

"Yeah... I got bored in hell and since we have to make our own food..."

"Well, it'll probably be better than Mom's..."

"Hmph. Fine, we'll try his cooking." Bulma said. Buu smiled and flew to the kitchen. He looked around.

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