Chapter 7 : The episode what was to most / The contest start now!
Return at the apartment, Cell Jr sat down, eating their Mcdo Happy Hell. Frieza was other things to be concern about. He took the phone and decide to make the… most… terrible… number… phone… than the universe could know…!
He called back his father.
"Yeah, here the King Cold! May I help you?" replied sincerely the large man.
"… It's me, Frieza…!" replied the tyrant, a little disturb his father be so kind with people who call him.
"Oh, hi! Your brother said something really funny, two minutes ago! Like you was… a babysitter…! What is that?" asked the great and big tyrant.
Frieza took a big breath and started his story, about all the beginning of the fan-fic. His father listened him, without interruption. At the end, the king said something.
"Hum… Really interesting! But how Cell will pay you back for your good services?"
"… I… I don't know… He gives me the title of Uncle for these children…!" tried the martian, but his father wouldn't accept that.
"No no no no! He's your pal, right, but babysitting his children, when you're a lord and him, only a clone of you and all other fighter of the Earth, hum… That's too bad for him, but he gonna you pay with real money… Two billions should be sufficient!" replied King Cold.
"But, father…! Cell and I don't have money! We are in the hell! How could he had this money? And I don't want it! He will only participate more in the conquest of our universe! That's all! Now, bye, father! I have to take care of Cell Jr! … What? Why are you so quiet?"
At his big surprise, he heard his father cried.
"Oh, I'm so happy…! You look acting like a true father! If you adopt them, could I met them one day?" he asked the tall monster, lovely.
CLING! Frieza hung up so fast that's surprise the Cell Jr.
"… Who you was calling?" asked the number six, interest.
"… Only my father…!"
"He's looking like you?" replied the number four, curious.
"Hum… Not really… But I'm more similar to him than my brother!"
"I hope so! Your bro is so bad with us! He call us "thing" and "crap"! That's not gentle!" explained the number one, before to look back the T.V.
"… Our world is not gentle… But he hates me, it's quite normal he's bad with all friend I make…!" did Frieza, shrugging one's shoulder.
"Oh, we are friends?" asked the number seven, all his brother gave a look to their uncle, for see his reaction.
"… Yeah, if you want… But I'm staying your uncle and you obey to my order…!" replied finally Frieza, trying to not fall in the sentimental.
His look fell on the T.V. screen. The Cell Jr. who get the remote control stop to chat with the channel and a episode were playing. They saw a dino who was singing this really well know tune…
"I love you, you love me… We are a happy family…! With a great big hug and kiss from me to you, won't say you love me too? (Music) I love you, you love me… We're best friends like friends should be! With a great big hug and kiss from me to you, won't say you love me toooooo?"
"… Jeez…! That was strange…!" replied the number two, putting the mute to the T.V., turning his head to his uncle.
This last looked not well, with blood flowing from these ears.
"Uncle? Uncle Frieza?" screamed the number one, giving him a slap, full panic.
Frieza woke up with a grimace, the psychedelic music always in his mind.
"… Don't… let play… this music… again! NEVER!" explained Frieza, taking the remote control and changing the channel for one more adult.
"… And now… the time for the demolition!" was saying a guy with spiky hair in the T.V., with a shovel in his hand.
"… Finally, something interesting!" shouted the most tuff Cell Jr., really happy.
Frieza decide to take a walk, letting the little guy to this "innocent" channel… The other things he saw was so… so monstrous!
(Don't forget he's a demon…! And same my sis and bro said the music of Barney was creepy!)
"That's not a excuse…! I should be more stronger than that…! Broly could kill me, and new this! … Does that mean I become more weak? But how…? … No, it's only my spirit… I'm influencing by these children… I feel like they need me… And I need them… That's childish! They're most stronger than me! How can I help them?" he asked to himself.
He was only twenty meter away from the apartment when he heard some noises… Like if a team of carpenter was destroying the house. He turned to the building and he saw holes in the walls.
"… No…! What are they doing again?" he said to himself, flying the most fast he could.
In the building, the little seven brothers punching the wall, pulling up the cupboard, breaking the windows… When Frieza came in, the house fell on him… He leaved the fragment of the ex apartment with so much anger the Cell Jr stopped laughing.
"What have you done? Do you knew this building wasn't to your father? Only a guy more stronger than him could accept to give him a chamber…! And now, because I'm responsible of you, I will be obligate to explain this… horrific situation to this person! What do you have for your defence?"
" We wanted to destroy our home… because they said they will create a other one, more beautiful and more big… in the T.V.!" explained the number six, the seven started to cry.
Frieza didn't feel the wanting to punish them… He knew where they could go for the rest of the time Cell was in this contest… And that's don't make him happy either to going to this place…!
"… So… We can sleep here tonight… Come with me… We're going… to my father's palace!" explained Frieza, really serious, quite tired.
"… NOOOOOOO!" replied the poor little devils, so scared of this place.
At this palace, only white and violet, the seven brother and their uncle went on a long walk to the throne of the king of this place.
"… Does he will be upset by our presence, uncle?" asked the number three, a little scare.
"… No… and that's the worst thing we could get from him…!" replied Frieza, looking so depress.
All his nephew were more scare than before. When they faced him, King Cold stare the children of Cell before to start to laugh about the story of Frieza, more and more sad and shameful.
"Wah ha ha ha ha ha! Really? They destroy their house because of a episode of "Angel of Renovation"? They're adorable! Why I don't have grandson like that?" he asked to his son, this last make a strange grimace, angry.
"Father! Stop to yell about this subject! We're here only for one night! Could you leave us stay without making a great party or nothing extravagant?" said Frieza, really serious.
"But of course, I can! I'm not Santa Claus! I don't like children so much to go play with them…!" replied the great king, his son smiled, satisfite. "But I will come to give you the "Good night!" they merit to have!"
At this new, Frieza loosed his color, so pal these children stared him, panic again.
"Uncle, why were you so scare? What did you father and he said "Good night"?" asked the number one, when they were walking to their room.
"He… he sings…!" explained the son of the devil king and all Cell Jr understand in the same way how much terrible is the lord Cold…!
Cell went to sleep. He was going to close his eyes when thoughts came back. From his sons, who were going to sleep. From his tyrant camarade, Frieza, who looked like to do a good job, because he never call him for help, same if these Cell Jr were terrible little devils, this problem gave them also these charms. And finally this person… The one because of he did in this strange but so revaluing competition! He closed these eyes, sleeping peacefully, without any idea about the terrible situation of their sons were, because of their Uncle.
"… It wasn't my fault! If these monster didn't destroy their own house, he didn't have to bring them here… and my father never could get the luck to… to do this…!" thought Frieza, at stared his father, smiling at the little children, the last who were shiver of scare in their bed.
"Here the moment, little guy! I'm sure your father sing it a lot of time before the time of bed…!" said the King, the number six making no with his head.
"No, never…! He's only came to say "Good night!", but he don't sing… Singing is not really a good idea…!" tried the little demon.
"Yeah! That's not devil stuff!" replied his little brother, always shaking under the covers.
"Oh, but that's father stuff! So… Humph-humph-humph…!" prepared the great lord, Frieza putting his hands on their ears. "Goooooooo to sleeeeeeeeeep! Gooooooooo to sleeeeeeeep! Goooooooo to sleeeeeeeeep, liiiittle mouuuusies!"
The Cell Jr. made big eyes. This is it? This was the horror of their uncle? They understand better when the king start to grew up his voice so much the wall where shaking.
"STOP!" said all the seven children, their hands on their ears too.
"… What?" replied the king, didn't understand their attitudes.
"You yell! You kill our ear! If you sang like that to our uncle when he was child, we understand now why he was so scare about this moment!" explain the number one.
King Cold stared his son when Frieza pulled a face, angry.
"Why you repeated that? This was between us!" he quarreled them.
"… So… You never love my song of the "Good night"… It's that so?" asked the king, Frieza didn't respond to this.
"… That's look like that…!" explained the second Cell Jr.
Suddently, the great, strong and tall monster started to cry and his son became blue.
"… No, no, no, no, no, no…! What you done again?" asked Frieza to the children, before to turning at his sad father. "Father, please… Don't be so upset… Your song is not so awful…! This is just… This is just I can't be happy to hear you… when I know that's should be my mother to sing for me, and not you…!"
King Cold stared his son more and he ran away, this time really crying.
"… You know, uncle Frieza, you're worse than us with the relationship with your family!" explain the number three.
"… Yeah, I know… I want to be sorry… But I can't." commented the tyrant, only humiliate to have a father so much sensitive.
He was a little scare to get a little of this weakness. He realized the children looked him with angry eyes.
"… What's now?" asked the white monster.
"If you want we be gentle for tomorrow… you will go excuse yourself to your father!" said the third Cell Jr.
"Yeah, that's not his fault if your mom is not here to sing!" replied his big brother.
"… If only you knew the true… You surely never say something like that…!" asked in his head Frieza, thought about how his mother died…
… and how much King Cold was responsible in this case. But he didn't want to explain his family story to the children, giving his own "Good night", without kiss. But his voice was more kind than the habit. So, the Cell Jr. fell in sleep really fast, and Frieza could go out, discovery his father, tears under these eyes.
"… I'm sorry father… I should said the true before… You sang simply so badly…!" explained Frieza, trying to make a jock.
"… I know you be separate to young from your mother… I know that… I'm sorry, I tried so hard to replace her… But I'm a demon, a king and a pride man… It's kind of hard…!" he said.
"… You don't have too… Same if I was young when she died, I always remember her face, her voice… I couldn't never forget her… I think that's make me weak… Because when I see a woman, I couldn't make her bad, because they remember me mom…" he explained, scare of what said his father.
"… It's alright, son! No woman will be stronger than you, after all!" laughed the devil king.
"… Except a Saiyan… maybe…" said in his head the young tyrant, thought about Fasha and feeling bad.
The next morning, Cell woke up with a wide smile. He was so exciting… the contest was starting today! He couldn't realize how much he wanted to win, until he walked in front of the crowd in the stand. He smiled for them and he could hear their screams of joy and adoration…!
"… Why you always do your show off?" asked Zabon, a little jealous.
"… Because I don't have your beautiful hair, dear Zabon! Oh, and I have to say, from your master, Frieza… If you went to the final, he explose your head… I'm sure you're not scare of that…!"
"… Of… Of course not! I'm already death! And for going to the final… I have only to beat you, and all these beautiful men and women…! That's will be easy!" he explained, but having cold sweat in the back of his head.
"… I'm not so sure…!" replied suddently a women who make grimacing Zabon and smiling Cell.
"Oh, Fasha! You participle to this kind of contest, too?" asked the biological titan, the Saiyan lady making no with his hand.
"Never! I'm not pride of my beauty, if someone could say I'm beauty…! No, I was here for chit-chat with my friend… the one because you're here! Oh, and I wanted to talk with you a little, Cell…!"
"Oh yeah? You came to said I got no luck in this contest? I could reply already…!" was starting Cell, smiling, so conquering.
"Nothing like that! That's about… Frieza…!" said Fasha, blushing, so nervous to have the guts to talk about the killer of her race.
But she had to talk about what she saw.
"… Frieza? You saw him lately? Same if you hated him because all he did with your race?" asked Cell, surprise, Zabon looking interesting by the conversation.
" I was going saw him not for having news for his health of nothing like that! I… I wanted to know how were... Cell Jr… But this morning, I went and I only saw your apartment… destruct. There's nothing rest except broking gravels. I don't know what happens and where could your sons been, but…!"
She had nothing to said… Cell ran with all his fastest capacity to a phone. For the second time of his life, (Same if he's dead!), he was scare. And if something happens to these childrens…!