Chapter 6: The autograph session/ The lesson
He was sit for three long hours. He wanted to get up and walked for a little while… but he couldn't…! Not with all these people inclined to him, talked with him and… screaming his name.
"Oh, please…! Cell-sama! An autograph!" asked a young lady.
"I wanna one too…!" a man with glasses, more shy.
"Oh-ho-oh-ho! Cell! Cell! Cell!"
(… Maybe you know now who gives his autograph, now…! )
He smiled to all these peoples and continued to sign his short name, without thinking about the contest, in one day. He couldn't do better than waiting with doing something for the day G! And this was particularly… improving for his image…!
Suddenly, his smile fixed. He thought for one moment to see somebody who actually was the great cause of his presence here… But he checked up and didn't see nothing in the point he had think this person was…
He should give his attention to all their fans, felling a pang of sorrow, at thinking about this precious person.
And a other place, other drama…!
"Goobye, Aunt Fasha!" said in chorus all little Cells, making so angry Lord Frieza.
The Saiyan gave a sign of her hand for the children, did like their uncle doesn't exist and took back Tora with her, going back to her country, while he was faint of terror by the experience of being killing by the terrible Frieza.
The tyrant saw them go away with a little smile, so happy to be able to do everything he wanted and he desired, without restriction…!
"Hey, Uncle Frieza! When we will start our lesson?" asked the most curious Cell Jr., at pulling her arm.
"… One moment… In one moment… We will go take a walk, that's will help me to check… for inspiration, for knowing how to said all these things you… should know for long…!" replied the white monster, being a little depress to have the obligation, more from his honor than because of the responsibility giving by Cell, to educate these innocent and terrible little devils.
The group were looking happy to know they went outside than they let's their uncle for a little while, doing their best for not didn't too noisy before the walk.
"… I didn't knew they could like this simple thing…! I really should try to more understand children… for my own survival…!" he thought, before to said he was ready, him.
All the demons did a line and started to walk in rhythm, at the secret joy of Frieza. They didn't quit the city. They were surprise when the tyrant went to a little market.
"… May I help you with my good stuff, mister?" said gently the seller.
"… I want these things… How much they cost?" asked the babysitter.
Frieza used the cockroaches pot to pay for some watches. The children didn't understand why he bought these things. But when he wrote something on each on them and giving to them, he explained everything.
"There's number! You will know now how write and I will teach you how read these numbers! You, you got the 1!
The curious Cell looked his gift with some attention.
"You got the two!"
The shy Cell brought his watch in the light, surprise.
Frieza continued that until it was finish to seven.
"Of course, there's the 0, before all number. After the 7, there's the 8, the 9… and the 10…!" he explained, taking a little metal stick on the floor and drawing these numbers in the dust.
"… Hey! The 10 use the 1 and the 0 for make it! But why we say "10", and not one and zero?" asked the Cell with the number 1.
Frieza sighed and continued on his explanation.
"Because the first number, with one figure, is unit… And the 10 is a ten, like will be 20, and 30… At knowing these number and how to say them, and how you write them, you will be able to read and write number, and so to… know how much powerful is a enemy…! Or how much sugar you could put in a chocolate milk…!" said Frieza, working hard for calling back how can serve number…
"… Cool!" said together the Cell Jr., jumping and the air and started to dance or battle with their brothers, because of all the joy what took them.
Frieza stared them, with a paternal smile. But he called him back to the reason. They weren't their children!
They were walking in the street, going nowhere in particularly, when the children started a song.
"One-two-three!" said the first.
"One two three!" repeated his brother, singing very freely.
"One two three! Our first new language!" continued a another, raising his arm in the sky.
Frieza stared them, a little nervous.
"Man, if I knew they gonna sing because of that, I never gave them these watches!" thought the white tyrant, pulling a face.
"One, two, three! But they're not the last!" said a other Cell Jr, giving a curious and happy face.
"There's… Four… Five… Six…!" singed a shy little guy, trying his best for call back these numbers.
"And finally seven! Yo, yeah, cause we are… The seven brothers!" replied the six in the line, making a cultured face.
"Seven Cell Jr, that's best than only one!" did the last, all their brother replied "YEAH!" in the same time.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, cause we are… Cause we are…! …THE SEVEN BROTHERS!" cried out the monsters, smiled, jumped and ran in the air, all others demons stared them, showing a true happy or bother face.
Frieza was far away from them… The last he could do, this was to disappear. For this moment was more humiliated, Broly appeared on the side of the street. And he was not alone…
"… Who did this horrible seal pup noise?" asked Cooler, the big bro of the shivered Frieza.
"Houuu…! This is Broly-sama!" said the people, ran for their lives.
"And… The monster brother of Lord Frieza, Cooler!" cried out a tiny skeleton.
Cooler blew him away with an energy ball.
"… Why people compare me always to my petty brother…?" asked for himself the purple monster, the full ran more faster because of this sudden death.
"This is because they don't know you and how much you're more terrible than you baby bro…!" vaunted the large Saiyan, the two of them started to laugh together, looking to know the other very well.
"… What? My big bro is friend with one of these monkeys…? But why? … Oh, don't say… he's just with him for make me angry? No, he's surely more advice than that…! Hum… I think the level of Broly is greater than the one of Cell… Maybe that's why…! But that's not of my consideration! I could never be friend of this kind of…!" started to thought the mega little monster, stopping when he thought back about what said Fasha. "… She said a friend of her… was a friend of Cell… Could that be that guy? Could the friend of my friend be… a Saiyan? And this Saiyan is also… my brother's friend? Beurk! Please, that can only be a nightmare! Please, I will woke up, and everything will be only a terrible night pass on a uncomfortable divan…!"
"Hey, Frieza! I didn't inspect you here…! He was you who singing with so much conviction?" asked Cooler, their fists on his waist, Broly laughed of him.
"… "Ha ha!" Really funny, dear brother… No, but what exactly are you doing with… one of these monkeys…?" he asked, disgusting.
"This is really strange…! I met him and he was thinking I will try to destroy him… Only because of your big mess…! If you didn't forget this child who run away from the destruction of his planet, Kakarrot, Broly should never be death…!" explained Cooler,
Broly showing his teeth, Frieza moved backwards, nervous.
But he continued to show off a serious and pride face.
"What? Oh, don't say… You two think you're death because of me? I know how you die…! You were too much pride of yourself…! If you… didn't act like I do, no, much more fool… At this moment, you should be always in the living world…! But all because you had underestimate my opponent… You should know I and you were like… at the same level…!" laughed Frieza, showing very happy about their angry faces.
"You fool! We can't be comparing to you! Broly, destroy him one time for all…!" replied Cooler, pointing his finger on his little brother.
The Saiyan made a big smile and did one step to his victim. The tyrant wasn't scare because of this giant… he was petrified…! He couldn't do a thing against this kind of adversary. He was too much powerful… and alone, he wouldn't be able to bet a Super Saiyan.
He thought suddenly about children. Where are they? They were surely dissimulated, laughed about their stupid uncle who wasn't able to face like a man the death, no more to a battle. That's make him became furious.
"YAAARGHHHH!" YOU'RE STUPID MONKEY!" he shouted, flying in the air and did his best Death Ball.
Broly hadn't the time to do nothing than he received the sweet "present" of the uncle.
BRRAOOOOUM!
The noise made shave all the other world.
King Kaïo spilled his cup of coffee, surprise. Enma saw all their paper falling on the ground, his servants were out of one's depth. The Kaïo of the north raised his face than his journal, giving a look to the hell.
Finally, when the dust went away, Frieza, breathing strongly, saw his enemy. He was O.K. No scratch, nothing… Only the fact his smile was twice more big.
"… Your little lizard… Come and see the power of a true Super Saiyan…!" said the titan, jumping in the air.
Without letting the time of the small tyrant to run away, the blond monster took the head of his enemy and started to press it like a lemon. Frieza felt the pain, but more, he felt the humiliation to be killing by a race who he tried to destroy and they destroyed him… with a single guy… The hero, the good guy…
"… Kakarot…!" he mumbled, making stop Broly in his destruction action.
He released his victim, taking his own head, looking suffer suddenly.
"… Wah…? Broly! Destroy my brother! NOW!" asked for the second time Cooler, angry.
"… Ka… KAKAROT!" shouted the Saiyan, losing control of himself and fly away of the city,
cried that name like that could make him feel better.
Cooler and Frieza stared the titan before to exchange a look full of pain and hatred.
Only before the Cell Jr come in the area.
"Hi! What happened here?" made a curious blue monster, making his naïve boy.
"… Ho, the crap of Cell…! Only a fight… Move out! I will destroy Frieza with my own hands… Do you want to get the same sentence…?" said the villain brother, Cell Jr. stared him like he was a fool.
"Move out, children! I don't want to reply to your father you been take in a fight because of me… and my family's problems…!" replied Frieza, again on his feet and moving to his brother, making an angry and sad face.
They exchange rapidly before to take their decision.
"Uncle Frieza… Make us the dinner! Pleeease!" supplied the little demons at jumping on the white lizard, surprised the two brothers.
"… Well… That's not the good moment for…!" tried Frieza, but his brother loose his anger and started to laugh of him.
"Oh, I see…! You're the babysitter of these things? Ah ha ha ha ha…! So cuuute…! I will late you to your job, dear brother…! Have some fun to this new mission… I will give your news to our father…!" explained Cooler, flying away, his younger bro stared him.
Frieza shaved, more scare about the idea of what could think his father to his strange situation. He wouldn't think, him and Cell… they are…?
"Uncle, we save your life, right? Now your brother is gone, you gonna pay us the dinner, of make it?" asked a other Cell, surprised the tyrant.
"This was for that…? … Of course, I will buy your dinner, today! What do you want?" asked the uncle, these protected jumped in the air, making grimaces, and showing their happiness, again and again.
This pleased to their babysitter. But he explained something really carefully… No more song!
( But this was so cute!)
"No, this wasn't!" replied Frieza, Cell Jr shrug one's shoulders, didn't understand why their uncle was so angry about this subject, and why the author and he started a fight too.
(But like you know, I'm a only a sweet bubble soap… so, Frieza is all right, and me too! How can he kick something so small? I'm a super fast bubble, you know! )