CHAPTER 20-Cell Games(Part 2)
I would like to say I am sorry for forgetting to change the title of the last chapter. It says Chapter 18-Preparations and a Naughty Boy like the chapter before it, but it is supposed to say Chapter 21-Cell Games. Sorry about that.
DISCLAIMER-I do not own, nor do I claim to own, Dragonball/ Z/ GT in any way, shape, or form. All that glory goes to Akira Toryama.
"Ladies and Gentleman," addressed the man from ZTV into the mike. "I'm not sure what to make of all these newcomers. I must say it's ve-ery intriguing."
"Hey! Don't forget about me," Mr. Satan fumed over the loss of the lime light.
"Okay then," said Goku with a crack of his knuckles. "Let's get this thing going, and if you want, I'll be first."
"Uh," said Trunks uncertainly. "You don't have to be the first one to fight."
"Yeah, Uncle Kakarott, one of us could go," piped in Kentana.
"What do you say, Vegeeta?" he asked, taking the word of the older saiyan.
"Be my guest. We all know it will be me who ends up finishing off Cell," answered the Prince of all Saiyans emotionlessly.
Kentana snorted. "As if. Uncle Kakarott is the only one standing a chance and we all know it." Vegeeta grunted, but decided against pursuing an argument with her. He knew how disastrous it would be if they started fighting amongst one another instead of against Cell.
"Hmm, oh, what, hey!" said Mr. Satan, gathering the meager amount of his wits. "Don't you know I'm the champ around here?" he asked rather loudly.
The reporter inched towards their group a little cautiously. "Um, excuse me sir, but I was wondering if you ot your friends were going to be taking part in the tournament."
Goku turned to him a little too happy for his friends and families' comfort. "Of course. I'll be going first."
Mr. Satan growled, a pathetic one in Kentana's opinion (she had seen fiercer ones from stray cats), and charged forward to the edge of the arena, pushing the pour reporter out of the way. "I've had about enough of you clowns!"
Vice versa, freak, thought Kentana absentmindedly. Who are you calling a clown?
"And your stupid jokes!"
"Who's joking? I was serious when I said I might kill him."
"Now clear out of here before I get angry!" A bit of spit flew out of his mouth as he yelled a little too loud for Kentana's taste. She wouldn't have tolerated this as the nicer Kentana.
"Hey, don't blow a vane you grease ball," commented Krillin calmly with a hint of annoyance at the man's continued ignorance. Mr. Satan seemed a little taken back by this as he stood back a minute with his wrinkles showing in his forehead. No one ever back talked him like that. They always showed him more respect, and the fan girls sure as Hell weren't trying to kill him. He blinked a few times before laughing to himself at his own stupidity.
"I'm sorry, I forgot. You ignorant hicks have spent your whole lives playing banjo in the woods, so you don't know that I, Hercule Satan, am the martial arts champion of the world!"
Blank faces spread through the crowd. Kentana knit her eyebrows and turned her head on its side before turning to her speechless mate. "What's a banjo?" she asked no one in particular quietly. Krillin closed his eyes and folded his arms in agitation.
The reporter who had gotten back on his feet stepped forward with his mic raised. "And the other challengers have been left totally speechless by the one and only, Martial Arts Champion of the Wor- Ahh!" Krillin cringed as the man fell on the ground from leaning too far off the arena.
"OK," said Mr. Satan with confidence. "Seeing as you don't know who I am, I'll show you." He jumped into the air and landed kneeled in front of them. His arm was raised to block his ugly mug with his cape. Seeing as they looked unimpressed, he grabbed the top of a rock sticking out of the ground. He yelled at the exertion of his pathetically low strength and ripped it from the ground. He held it up in demonstration then dropped it down onto his head, shattering it with another yell. "Now who rules?"
Nice job, you proved you are even more hard headed than we initially thought, Kentana said to her mate through their mental link. Then she paused, realizing that they couldn't chat with one another like that anymore from the mental block they had each set up. It felt a little cold and cruel to her, but probably better than the mental barricade she had used against him days before.
"Champion of all martial arts in the world, Mr. Satan!" the reporter cheered into the mic. The Z-fighters all just looked even more dumbstruck, Goku's eyes really widening with his mouth open. "Mr. Satan! Mr. Satan!" he went on cheering, not realizing they weren't following suit. "Huh, they aren't buying it at all," he said quieter.
"I say we let the Neanderthal nerd ball go first," suggested Krillin to his longtime friend.
"You" started Goku slowly, "think we should?"
"Yeah," Kentana agreed with narrowed eyes locked on her now declared annoying enemy the same way she'd mark her targets. "I think we should listen to Krillin, Uncle Kakarott. Let him go first." A small smile played out on her lips. "Cell said he would try not to kill anyone, didn't he. Unless his temper's shrinking like mine, he might still hold up to that."
Cell, who had until then been silent while watching them intently, declared ", it's time."
***EPISODE CHANGE***
Bout time, Kentana mentally grumbled. I was wondering how long we'd have to wait for this to start.
Cell stood at one end of the arena, looking nonchalant. Mr. Satan stood at the other with the news reporter for ZTV standing next to him, mic at the ready.
"Who will be the first to challenge?" Cell asked, sending a glance towards the Z-fighters as he anticipated Goku to step forward.
Mr. Satan stepped forward and cracked his knuckles. "That would be me." Kentana almost laughed at the arrogance that was sure to get him killed. She kind of hoped she wasn't wrong about that since she said the same thing to Vegeeta when they were only teens.
"There's no use trying to stop him Goku," Krillin tried to convince his longtime friend. "He just won't listen."
"I've got to try," Goku replied, good side once again winning out. (Sorry to all of you who hoped that maybe Mr. Satan would be killed by my addition of Kentana, but he plays too big a role and adds decent thought dialog for when he pisses off Kentana.) "Listen Mr. Satan, if you fight Cell you're going to get killed."
"Hmm," Mr. Satan went as he loosened his cape. He shared a look with the reporter and they both shrugged with a grunt and the reporter's chuckle.
The reporter turned to the camera man. "OK Lineal, get a close up of the man with the big hair."
"Right," Lineal responded as he turned his camera to Goku obediently. He too was getting interested in what the guy who popped up out of nowhere had to say to the World Champ.
"Are we on? Good." The reporter coughed a second. "Just moments ago, this long haired guy had the audacity to tell the people's hero, Hercule Satan, to back down from the tournament. Telling the Martial Art's Champion he was going to be beaten." The reporter stepped into the shot. "Having followed Mr. Satan's amazing career over the years, I have one question to ask this know it all brat- Who do you think you are?" It came out kind of shriek like.
Meanwhile, the Z-fighters were having conversations of their own.
"If that doofus wants to fight Cell first, let him," argued Krillin. "If he packs it in, then we'll just revive him with the dragonballs."
"Damn it," Kentana cursed under her breath. She forgot about that. Her eye twitched as she picked up the sound of a helicopter. What in the name of Kami is that doing around here?
Goku placed his hands on his hips in defeat. "Well, it seems like there is no other choice." Goku raised a beefy arm into the air to signal them.
The reporter was the one to respond. "It seems they have finally made the decision to not interfere." He turned from Goku to the camera. "And for those of you watching this unfold, you've got to be ecstatic! It's time for our champ," he said in an over dramatic voice.
"You're gonna love this," Mr. Satan said, addressing the camera and reporter. He began untying his cape.
"So let's set the scene," the reporter began. "First up is Mr. Satan who will then defeat Mr, Satan and save the Earth."
"Hold on everybody!" called a squeaky feminine voice. "It's time to get happy!" Everyone looked up to see the large pink helicopter flying above them. How they could have missed that is unknown, the Kentana, Vegeeta, and Piccolo certainly heard it since they weren't focused on convincing Mr. Satan not to fight.
"Could it be?"
"That's right. Everyone get ready for the fabulous duo is here! One's got the strength, ones got grace, and everybody's got the love!"
"Love?" went Krillin. What the fuck is going on around here? This was definitely a total FML moment. "For what?"
The door to the flashy helicopter opened as it lowered to the ground and two men jumped out. Then a giggling woman who was caught by the large one.
"It looks like new challengers have arrived," the reporter yelled into the mic. "But who are they and where have they come from?"
Krillin's mouth was contorted in a crooked half smile. "It must be national goofball day."
One of the men, the one who caught the woman, was large like a sumo wrestler and wore a dark blue wrestling outfit like the kind that they make you wear in middle school wrestling teams, fighting shoes, thick arm bands on each of his upper arms, and a strange thing of samurai armor for his shoulders, head, and face.
The other was more average sized and had a weak excuse for muscles compared to the Z-fighters. He had long blond hair and blue eyes and was attractive for a human, but I have to say the saiyans are way more attractive as my personal opinion. He wore all white. And had a rose.
The woman had long curly locks and a lot of makeup, plus her own mic. She wore a red pant sleeve-less outfit that was covered by some sort of buttoned strapless with two long tails going out the end and pink along the top and wrapping around part of her upper arms. She wore black leather boots to go with it. (Wow, I sucked at that description since I don't know what to call the articles of clothing.) Kentana found her rather gaudy and was a bit revolted by how scantily she dressed, and that's coming from someone who wore pant sleeveless spandex all the time. No one, especially not Trunks, looked at her like the reporter was. Trunks wouldn't when his mate was right there for him to admire.
The two men went on to put on a bit of the show that humored the Z-fighters as well as confused them as they told who they were, the blond as Ceronni and the buff guy Sheroski (forgive and correct me if misspelled their names) , and the red head as Ms. Piza, their manager.
"Maestro," began Ceronni. "Please let us handle this. There is no need for you to handle this sissy."
Sheroski pounded his chest. "I will smash him up!"
Mr. Satan held his chin as he thought about it before allowing them to. As the reporter went on about how great they are, the Z-fighters had other thoughts. Kentana snorted as she watched the blond guy give her a sideways glance and push some of his hair behind his ear like a girl, ironic since she had been asking Trunks to keep his hair long. Trunks gripped the bridge of his nose and resisted growling as Ceronni sent Kentana the sideways glance. (Sorry, I had to keep reminding the fact that she's hot and people, a lot of people, are going to acknowledge that.) Vegeeta, he could care less.
A pair of fools, Vegeeta thought. That was a thought his allies would share.
"I'd say, they're toast," Krillin said to his childhood best friend.
Ceronni held out a bouquet of flowers that he sniffed, and seemed to enjoy sniffing way too much. He tossed them into the air before jumping up and hitting them with punches and kicks. They all burst into apart into a rain of petals, except one that he had kicked towards Kentana. Trunks caught it as it reached her and bald up his fist around it, burning it to ashes with his anger raised ki.
"This guy's giving me a headache." Imagine that scene in the episode where Krillin says that, the pink background with swirls and Krillin's red faced and only has dots for eyes. Now imagine Kentana sliding into the scene next to him and saying she agrees with Trunks on the brink of going red faced and attacking.
"That is for you," said Ceronni. "A bouquet of flowers for your funeral." He turned to Kentana with a glimmer in his eye. "And that one is for you."
Kentana noticed Trunks make a step forward and fazed behind him. Before he could lunge out, she gripped his hair and twisted it around her hand. Her mate bit back a cry of pain as a sharp pain shot through his scalp. He was bent backwards slightly with her standing directly behind him with lavender hair wrapped around her fist.
"So this is why you wanted me to keep the long hair," he grunted.
"Now, now hunny," she said slyly, almost a purr. "You can't go killing innocent humans. It would be bad and very hypocritical since you stopped me from killing the curly haired freak. And," she finishes. "I like your hair long."
Okay, so it is 1:48 and I'm tired so I'm gonna stop for now and pick up on the episode later. Once again, I am sorry about that whole thing where blondy hits on her, but I have to point out that a lot of guys will acknowledge her beauty. Plus, I wanted to give Kentana an excuse to pull Trunks' hair like that and for Trunks to nearly flip out. It is late, so I probably started lacking detail as I wrote, sorry. Bye for now and please review!