Chapter 3: Inscription/ Time for supper
For the simples observant, the place looked really at a sanctuary. But after these marble's walls, this picturesque garden with Japanese style, was dissimulate a great blackness and the aura Machiavellian of the hell…! For the demons of low condition, all was counted for them, this was to be a being fierce and feared…! But the monster most non-commissioned, with of the pride and a certain vanity, this kind of contest was perfect for showing the poison's charm…!
All a crowd of women, gorgones, devils, harpies and ogress opposed themselves already before the table of inscription with some of superb harassment, the two people in charge for the noting the names open wide-eyes and smiling in front of this scene.
"Dirty liar! I'm at least twenty times younger than you! And my cobra's skin is thousand time more sparkling and delicate than your, fish!"
"How can you? I'm a empress, in my natal world! And you, you borned in a farmyard?"
"You will never win against me… Don't you think either, my dear…?" asked a women with yellow eyes, her veil shaking imperceptibly, the noise of bell filling the place and freezing the blood of the weakness candidates.
"… Hum-hum-hum…! I come for participate…!" said suddenly the strong and virile voice.
All women turned to the newcomer and didn't believe their eyes. Cell! The ultimate demon, the unique, the most beautiful and the most terrible in all the devils in the formidable trio in the hell! (The famous trio Buu, Cell and Frieza…!)
"Wah… Master Cell…! A autograph!" did a young harpy, hold him one of her feather, recently snatch, and holding him a piece of paper.
He turned to her, smiles to her and takes the feather. He looked a inkwell but had suddenly a good idea.
"… Does someone be enough kind for bring me a inkwell… or maybe flow a part of their blood…?" he asked, showing a charming face.
About twenty women started to make them bleed… Nothing serious, but the people in charge of the names behind the signature did big eyes.
"Er… You could sign… mister…?" did the youngest of the attendant of the contest, bring him to him the inscription's paper.
"… Cell…!" replied the green demon, stinging in a pustule of a ogress, this last was on the point burden three others women behind her when she was faint.
He signed the two papers, at saying to himself one day, it will be these children who will get this power on the crowd...!
"They will be beautiful, tall, strong and sexy… like their father! And who knows…? If Frieza continue to look after them… They will have maybe rational and polite manner to act, this will let them… perfect…!" dreamed Cell, smiling, these fans around him where asking other autograph on these handkerchief, these gloves or directly on these skin.
For his part, Frieza wasn't thinking the same thing then Cell, at the same time.
"... So… If I believe what you're were saying… You and Cell… You live in this lane…"
"YES! and we, we sleep on the skip!" continued one of the little devils, pulling his hand to guide him in the dump.
"And you, you should sleep in!" cry back one of these brothers, the others get blocked their mouth with their hands, sniggering and stopping themselves to burst out laughing.
"… You are really amusing! First, this was a cave… After on the back of the yellow Janemba… and now, this! Cell shouldn't get bore with little monsters like you! … But contrary to him, I hadn't time to loose with this kind of stupid jocks! You should say where you life, or I disoriented all of you at bring you to the palace of my father!"
"… But we don't want to go at this palace full of crazy weak with armor!" replied the most fearful of these Cell, shaking.
"Yeah! And I heard we only eat rats!" irritated one to his right, the others pull faces.
"And they're full of girls being scantily dressed who run in all the direction!"
"… Who tell you this kind of stupidities? No, don't say…! You have all imagine it! Good, I see I could really not trust only one words you said!... Oh, I know! I will shut you away in capsule of my solders…!" said Frieza, smiling, looking really peacefully and happy, worrying the kids. "This is small, the air is synthetic… and also... There's… nothing… to do…!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" did all the Cells Jr., gripping all together in panic, thinking this kind of horror, to be shut away in these spheres what looking more like dung of scarabs than a ship.
"So… You will say… Where do you live?"
"… Alright…!" said finally the most wise Cell, getting up and taking the hand of Frieza, bringing him to his next, looking serious and miserable.
All his brothers came after them, looking sad… but that don't during too long…! One started to irritate an other, this one replied, shoved his brother, until these six devils fight with violence and mischievousness.
Frieza muttered, but stop himself to act. The last time he try to stop them, he was almost be stamping alive. That was only two hours before, and it was always hurt in all his body.
"This is here…!" did the little Cell, pointing the second upstairs of a bloc of a apartment, in the city Hellcity, the only place being habitat all the years by the devils here…!
"… A apartment… This looking like Cell! Always so modest!" said Frieza with humor, coming and finding the place sacking and full of detritus and food at half eat a little everywhere. "You should put a sign "place unhealthy, don't risk yourself if you want to stay with a positive idea of the children!"
"… Thank!" reply the Cells, happy the place displease to their uncle.
They started to play, jumping on the sofa, an other zapped on the TV. Frieza looked for a chair not broken in the kitchen and sit down at sighing.
"… What I will do…? This area is so dirty I have headaches! How Cell could life here? Hmm…! I'm not so surprise now he wanted to participle always in our plan to galactic conquest! But that not reduce my problem! Far of it! How survive in this pigsty until the return of Cell?" asked for himself the lizard, an idea coming to his head.
He took the telephone, dusted with repulsion the substance mucous on the receiver and composing the number of his sweet home.
"… Yes, secretary? I wanted to talk with Kiwi! … Kiwi? Yes, this is your supreme lord Frieza! Come to… the fourth street of the Hellcity! To 666, at the sixth floor! Yes, this is a apartment… I want you come to do the housework. If you are not here in five minutes, I will give you a death more terrible than the one of Vegeta!
Kiwi put the phone down and three minutes after, he rang to the door, taking back his breath. The Cells Junior listened and act before Frieza could do anything. These six little monster jumped on the wall, laughing with their "Hi hi hi hi hi!", really representative to their bad plans. The seventh take a malicious air, coughed and adjusted his voice for looking like to a gentle little household. Frieza, who was coming in the living room, believe to hear a bad imitation of his voice, and that's made him angry.
"Yesss! Enter!"
Kiwi complied, happy to come in the time and he will not suffer the threats of his master, all his stock for cleaning in his hands.
At last, this was what he thought…!
Because six little monsters jumped on him, four taking these members, the fifth strangling him at yelling his little "Hiiirk!" and the sixth tormenting him at kicking him the back. The seventh imitated him at punching his stomach. The Cells Jr went so strong on him then really fast, their toy became dislocate, Frieza pursed before the blood's pool that's doing.
"… Ahhh, like for arrange the situation! More dirt to wash!" he thought, breathing for calm himself, all the Cells jumping of happiness for this beautiful massacre.
"… Children..! This is not right, to do that…! At more, just before the supper…!" declared calmly the lizard, fixing by the mauve eyes surprised.
"… But Cell talks to us about respect the rules of the house!"
"… Yes, and so? One of these rules, this is to kill anyone and stretching theses trips on the carpet?" cry out the guard, angry, but always enough calm for not exploding.
"… In a way, yes…! Who want to explain?" asked the Cell, turning to his brothers.
No one wanted to explain to their uncle. Finally, they did a really politic action and took one at random, threw him to the feet of Frieza, this last knock with his feet to the floor, waiting for explanations.
"… Argh… So, the rule number 1…!" started the little man, raise his finger in the air.
"Not destroy the house!" singed these brothers, at doing some tomfoolery…!
"… That has some senses…!" admitted Frieza, crossing his arm.
"Rule number 2!" said the chosen Cell, taking more pleasure in his job.
"Don't enter or make enter somebody in the room of Cell!" did the littles, with dear little face Machiavellian.
"… And… and why…?" asked Frieza, intrigued and perturbed in the same time.
"… Nobody… don't know…!" replied the children all together, before start to sniggering to a manner of a saw, giving a horror effect increasing.
"… And… and for the third rule?" question Frieza, for changing of subject.
The Cells calm down and recite, at waddle on their feet:
"Don't make enter stranger in the house!"
"… And… you opened the door for him?" asked Friza, confuse.
"Yes, but this was for kill him! We don't let him enter!" replied the one more near to their babysitter, looking delighted.
"Yes, we stop him before he came, this is all!" did an other, doing a carnivorous smile.
"… Of course…!" sighed Frieza, having nobody for help him do put order in this clutter.
"… I'm hungry!" cry out the Cells Jr, Frieza stare at them.
"… So what?"
"… You should give us some food! So, go, Uncle Frieza!" exclaimed the leader improvised of the group, Frieza smiling.
"You dream! You could eat what you want, I don't dirt my hands for a band of… charming imps in your style!"
"… And you're promise to Cell? He will be furious to know you ill-treat us!" replied an other, the tear at eyes, taking his stomach.
He did looking, of course, but Frieza sighed, leaned, took a bowl in plastic on the floor and fell it with things under the pile of dirty clothes and a rest of spaghetti dried.
"Here! Enjoy your meal!" said Frieza, giving them the bowlful full to bursting of things dark and dry, looking…
"… That's move!" commented the more little of these Cell, intrigued, going to take one of them, but two of their brother stop him, the more panic of the seven cry out:
"This is cockroaches!"
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERK!" did all these kids, running at bang together, stick on the wall of the bottom, whining and howling of terror.
"… They're a billion times stronger than these beetles… but they scare them…! Really, the life is not well done…!" said for himself these tutor of the day, taking one in his hand and biting him, chewing scrupulously, appreciate the crunchy and the last moves of the insect under his teeth.
"… Beuuuurk!" did the youngest, disgusted.
"… And now…? If you don't do the clean up here, and became a cooperative and weld team, I won't give you for eat only these little insects, who are take home in your dirt! If this is clean of 6:30, you will have the supper you ask for! So, we do a deal, little riffraff?" he question them, the fist on his hip, turning upside down the bowl, all the cockroaches running and dissimulate in the waste fill the apartment.
The Cell Jr, ignorant to this moment there's their horrible creature in their house, swallowed their saliva and nodded their heads. They talked between eatch others and the chosen leader moved forward, intimidate.
"… You… You will be able to clear the area from these… these things?" he asked, looking realize this was pathetic.
"… But of course…! Me too, I was a child, with their fear…! I will not talk about that to nobody… But for now… Go wash!" cry out Frieza, losing his confidant's tone for the one authoritarian.
The little Cells took the rags, the Mister Net and the others clean's items, Frieza, like a good leader, managed them in the same time he looked for a number of a good restaurant in the phone book. But realizing, with one of these publicities in, there's always cockroach in all restaurant, he closed the book, angry, and started thinking for a other solution. He took the phone and composed a new number.
"… Yes, this is always me! … I want to talk with Dodoria! … Yes, Dodoria? This is your leader and master to the phone! You remember this pancake's recipe you did for us when my ship was in a larva's puree of the mountain Cafrat on Ruptus?"
"I know, master…! I was horrible to give you this kind of meal…!" excuse his servant.
"… This was acceptable! I want this recipe, to the fourth street in Hellcity, to the 666, the sixth floor! … Throw it, with all ingredients, in the open window! Yes, I don't have fever. Obey-me, or I kill you…!"
The meal was serving in ten minute. Frieza start the job, put apron to big for him on and mix ingredient, following the recipe and giving view of the job of Cell Jr.
"If conquer the universe is possible, doing a recipe will be a easy!" he said for himself for bring him courage, whatever this was denigrate to do this domestic work.
But at seeing the Cell Junior washed this place like with all their strength, he though they won't love this kind of work too.
"… Bah! Why I start to think to them? They are only children! My father asks me to do all he wants, and I don't blame him…! They had to fell who is the master, here!" he though, with a smile on his lips.
The little Cell exchanged a look, finding funny their babysitter did the meal.. But they didn't laugh when this last give them a regard and start to mutter them about all waste there's stay, then washing the floor wasn't sufficient for hunt from here all the cockroaches who stay here.
"Hi hi hi… We will show him, during the supper…!" did the craftiest of the little.
They sniggered between them, concentrate after to putting these waste, with little shovels, in sack, pinching their noses. They hadn't never find a place this far disgusting, all due because of the lovely order of Frieza, to wash anything here.