Chapter 4 : Time to sleep
Cell, being register, looked around him. They gave him a spacious room, far away from the crowd of these fan, ready for doing everything just for see him or for having a signature of him, to touch him…!
The contest will be tomorrow, at the little morning. He realized he didn't know the rules, but he didn't give a damn about. That could use the beauty of the body or in the fight, he was sure to win… and also his bet…!
At this idea, his cheeks started to blush, looking loose in his mind. The housewife came but decided to let him alone, not loving his look empty and his mouth opened to a stupid smile. The slam's door woke him up… Like what his stomach growled and he will need food soon.
"Good heavens! But what will do Frieza for the supper of my little Cells?" asked the great warrior with his diverse origins, taking his head in his hands, anxious.
"Your attention, please! Arranged your buckets and your guests soaps! This is the time for the final inspection!" said Frieza, the Cells running, throwing these buckets on the only place of the apartment what's not wash.
On Frieza. This last piled up all these buckets empty, cover up of this dirty and smelly water, muttering… But when he realized the cleanness incredibly brilliant and scenting a sweet air in the piece, this excused in the heart of the tyrant the disloyal act of this vermin.
"… Good work! You can go take cheat, I lay the table. If, when I will come back, I see you do anything else than eat peacefully your meal… I open the pot of cockroach…!" explained the lizard, passing his tongue on his lips at raise up the glass's jar at his eyes.
All these beetles he captured, at the same time he was doing the supper and watching the little Cells…! He didn't thinkg to say that one day, but he was more aching than when he had fight the Super Saiyan…!
The Cells didn't dare nothing against this terrible threat for them. So Frieza went with the beetles under his arm. But when they saw the pancakes… A new dish, so round, so pale…
They couldn't understand if this was the good gastronomy or flat's balls. Their uncle made them a joke? They didn't know.
"… We could choose at random for knowing who will eat the first?" asked one of the moer tall and curious, showing a engaging smile at showing a straw of different size, for choosing the one.
But their brothers gave him a freezing look, don't wanting to risk their life at eating what their uncle had make "with love" for them. They not knew how much love is in the food make by a loving cooker!
(… Hum? If I cook, me? Hey hey hey… I do wonderful brioches at raisins and cinnamon! I do also a delicious pear's cake! And I do… Oh, but I have also a great modesty!)
"If you say so…!" replied Frieza, don't being dupe in the play of the author, washing his body in the shower, having discovery a piece of soap, trying to wash all dirtiness on him.
(… Habitually, I catch fire, me, the ex Flamarion, the dragon without scare and equal! But… For now, I'm Aniwablue, the wise and gentle soap's bubble! So, I will forgive you for the moment, Frieza… But if you're cooking kill one of the protected of Cell, I expulse you from my fic with somes of my bubble kick in your ass!)
"… Good hell! I hope that will never happens!" said for himself Frieza, not really scare, but fearing only for his honor…!
Imagine the scene…! A soap's bubble alife and who kick one of the most powerful demon of the hell…!¸
He shook his head for hunting this grotesque picture from his head and went to the kitchen… where he discovered all the demons, staring their pancake.
"… What is it? This is not to the taste of their princes?" asked Frieza, sitting down and take a piece of his cooking.
All the blue demon tensed and looked Frieza when he was chew carefully his piece of pancake. He wanted three seconds before comment. Three seconds there's looking for the little children starving but timid like centuries.
"… But this is excellent! For the first meal I do… This is good…! confessed finally Frieza, smiling and taking a other piece.
The Cell Jr. stared him before imitate him. They owed confess this cooking was good. Really fast, their plates was empty and they asked for more. Frieza surprised them at coming back with 200 pancakes, explaining they could have each 29 others.
"Like you got cellules of Saiyan and they pay me a arm for their food… I think it will be good to make a lot of this! said Frieza, smiling at the group of little starved.
The Cell didn't lacking of nothing and were on the point to forget the bad treatment he give them before the supper. Happily for them, this was the most terrible and mischievous who act for their revenge, him and his brothers, about the intensive cleaning.
"Hi hi hi…! Father and you, you're very close! But how, exactly?" he asked, Frieza doing big eyes but clearing one's throat, looking in his head for a good answer.
"… You want to know how close I'm, with you father…? Hum, that's very simple…! We are goods comrades of wars…! We could say "friend"!" he explained, before to take a water's mouthful
"Close friends like lovers?" asked a other Cell, understanding the odious plan of his brother.
Frieza choked litteraly and strike his chest, trying to take back his breath.
"I… I don't know who could you give you this idea… But aside cordials exchange on personnel's subjects… we share nothing! I have my own personnel life!"
"… Yes, but if you are our uncle… you are like his brother…!" replied a other Cell, breaking the plans of their brothers who were putting Frieza really embarrassed and making him doubt about the situation.
"Yes! Yes, that's it! And at last, I preferred thousand times to have Cell like brother than that's impossible and insane Cooler!"
"But why you hates so your own brother?" questioned one of these little green, taking his tenth pancake.
"We… We don't have the same mother… That don't helps us to grow, particularly when his mother made him hate me…!" replied Frieza, thinking about these painful memories on his past.
"… What is a mother?"
"… You don't have one, because your father is perfect! But the others demons, normal's ones, the males… needs a female for reproduction! This is the case for my father… for Saiyan…!"
"And for Namek?" asked the youngest.
"Hum… In fact, your father have inherit Namek's genes, the power of reproduce by himself…! This is a subject really interesting, but not so appetizing, while we eat…!" did Frieza, coughing, prepared to change of subject.
"All right, but how women did for making children?" asked a curious demon, thinking close the conversation like that.
Frieza stayed conceal. He didn't mind to reply to their question… but to talk… about that!
"… I think that's should be your father to… No, wait. He maybe don't know…! …Hum, maybe yes…!"
"Could you ask him, when he will come back, to explain to us this strange story? I want to know, if I need a woman, in the future!" did a other Cell, on a virile tone, making laugh their brothers.
Frieza get down his head, shy. How talking about this subject with Cell without become crimson and feeling stupid? … But in spite of these reticence, theses little monsters were only to grow and learn the truth…! That will be childish to let them in the ignorance all their lives!
"I will talk to your father… But there's others things you don't know?"
"… I don't know how to read…!" confess a Cell, shy.
"And me, to write!"
"Counting… I hear something about that, but I know nothing, only the number 1." explain a other.
Frieza was perplexed. He realized like that Cell didn't do his job of father!
"… You know what? Go, all of you, listen the T.V.! I will wash the dishes, you will go sleep early, this night…! Tomorrow, I will teach you certain things…!"
"… But we're more strong than you!" replied a little detestable monster, the lizard showing teethes.
"Yes, physically…! But you need to learn some things… like simple knowledge…!" he confess, on a mystic tone, the Cell Jr stare him, intrigued.
Frieza went see at the children really go to bed. There was not so much dispute.
"Good… Good night, children…! I will sleep on the sofa, could you have a cover to pass me?
"… No!" replied kids, before bursting out laughing, Frieza staring them.
Finally, one of them got up and brought him a old cover of wool, wishing for him to have sweet dreams "sexy".
Frieza grimaced, trying to convince himself at this age, childrens amused about saying anything. He went spend the night and closed his eyes, feeling the sweet aroma of clean in the peace, satisfy and a little reassured.
A shadow stood out in the living room, coming from the door close by a key under the doormat. He looked everywhere, without understand, before he realize this was Frieza who guarding these Cells. He had surely force them to do housework.
"My poor little guys! Collect theirs wastes!" he thought, running to their chamber.
They slept all deeply… Four snored blissfully, two sucked theirs thumbs…! And one looked like doing a nightmare, mumbling and moaning. Cell sat down to his side and started to caressed his forehead. Immediately, the little calmed down and smiled, sigh: "Father…!"
Cell got up, reassuring. These childrens was healthy and safe. Frieza didn't treat so barbaric than their proper solders. And if he had act badly to them, he hoped they defended themselves, same if this was against their uncle.
Return in the living room, he looked Frieza, lie on the sofa. That was strange to see him sleeping in his apartment. He didn't looked feel comfortable but slept like a tomb. He were questioned if he didn't ask to most from his pal… Finally, he called back the goal of his contest and smiled, saying to himself Frieza could support two days with these little babies to his charge.
He went, lightly, just after he give a flying kiss to Frieza, wishing a good night.
Imperceptibly, the tyrant had a smile in his sleep.