A/N: Work...work...work...that's all I seem to do these days, jeez...

Long live the year of the update! I've been updating my major stuff as of late, but then I remembered this little fic and came back to it! Yes, this is meant to be silly, crackish and all sorts of amusing. Only a thin veneer of plot here for the purposes of the story. Why, you ask? Because, remember, Naruto and Indy are on VACATION in this particular fic. They're not about to nuke a world unless someone pissed them off...

...well, maybe. Who knows?

Now...

...this time for real! REMEMBER, this is crackish, silly, and filled with fluff. Its meant to make you smile and go "Aw!" nothing more, nothing less! Be sure and tell me what ya'll think! ALSO! VIVA LA SUMMER! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT! Helloooooooo WARMER WEATHER!

And thunderstorms.

Don't miss those. Not one bit...

So here, an interlude of sorts while I work.

"You know, it gets old after awhile. Conquering the multiverse.

Sometimes a man needs to kick back, relaaaaaax, and take a vacation...

...oh who the hell am I kidding?! This IS my vacation! Now lets visit an old friend...

~?

Perfection (Interlude)

A man sulks.

Perhaps I'm taking a page from Jaqen H'ghar's book there. Perhaps not. I can't much say that I care at this point in the game. Ouch. Just using that word's enough to make even me flinch and I'm a fuck motherint god for crying out loud. Hell, I even borrowed "a man" to figure out that face trick of his and he's just as upset about the ending as I am. Would you believe that a man got no screen-time in the finale? None whatsoever? Faceless men or no, I'd be a bit salty about that too...

Well, that's Game of Thrones for you.

Subverting our expectations.

Bah!

You know your in a bad way when a realm-hopping god takes issue with the ending of a fictional series. But that's what its all about, innit? Fiction. Stories are immortal. Eternal. You can't burn them with dragonfire, can't break them with an ax, can't trample them with armies. Stories are what inspire us. Shape us. Mold us.

In a way, one could say life is a story, a tale told by one, or by many. We all shape our own.

My life? That's a tale nowhere near finished; if I have anything to say about it.

I think I'll stay on this vacation with Indy a little while longer.

And I know just how to stir up some chaos again.

Maybe its time I upped my recruiting drive...

(...?...)

She was death.

Destruction.

A flick of her wrist would shatter men; a thought could render worlds little more than a smoking ruin. She was the ultimate android, the pinnacle of perfection. Doctor Gero had made her with a singular purpose in mind but she had long since transcended the meager of goal of killing Son Goku. In a sense, she'd already done it. No, her goals were far greater now. Forget the earth and its warriors-however much they might have paved the way for her humiliating defeat-she had a higher purpose now. Someday, she would lay waste to creation itself.

Or at least, that had been her intention.

Before she'd suffered humiliating defeat decades ago.

Which made one wonder how such a perfect being had lost in the first place.

For lose she had, and to a fool of all things! Their battle had been brief but vicious...and humiliating on her part. He'd been younger then. Weaker. More a wanderer than the mad god he'd become in the centuries since. She'd actually managed to wound him at the time. And then he'd retaliated. Turning her into...this. Locking her away in this space; a place that she couldn't escape through any amount of speed or instant transmission, or any tricks and guile. No amount of brute force could shatter these walls, none of her ki could prevail against this trap. She could not talk her way out of this-though she'd begged and pleaded-now she was left to spend the rest of her lifespan in this cage.

Some might argue against that name; her so-called "cage" was a gilded one at that, finely furnished to suit her every whim and need.

It was one of the few things that broke through the tedium of her newfound day-to-day existence. The "room" as she'd come to call it consisted of four walls, a floor, and a ceiling. Nothing more. Nothing less. And yet at a thought, the room could expand. Change. Walls would fall away and grow larger, giving her space to practice. Food-in the rare instance when she deigned to eat-appeared with a thought. Even a strange sparring arena of sorts, all well within the confines of her cage. She had but to think it and here, her will became reality...to an extent. It couldn't create people or living creatures, but she could keep her form sharp, such as it was.

Today she'd chosen a realm that almost resembled that of the fabled Hyperbolic Time Chamber, if only because she wished to be alone with her thoughts.

It was still a prison, but at times like these, she could almost forget-

"Miss me?"

Without warning the air rippled and her captor appeared before her in all his grinning glory.

"NARUTO~!"

Cell rounded on him with a roar and promptly struck his head off in recompense for his temerity.

To his credit, Naruto barely even reacted to her assault.

It was a very good swipe, or so she reasoned; pale fingers collided with the base of his neck to swipe it aside with a single sweep. Yet she knew it wouldn't kill him. Anyone else would have perished without their head. The blond bastard just grew another from the ground up and laughed at her. In this weaker, flailing form, she could only bristle as he patted her head.

"Awww, don't be like that! I just wanna talk!"

"No." A violet eye twitched. As did Cell herself. "Go. Away."

His expression turned decidedly mulish, "Aw, but its just a little game."

"A game?!" Rounding on him, the bio-android fixed the eternal deity with a glower that could render a solar system to ash. "The last time we played one of your so-called "games" I was, and I quote, turned into a woman, blasted into a thousand pieces and sent straight to hell BY A TEENAGE BOY! But no, that wasn't enough for you! You put me here! In this cage! Need I remind you that I'm still stuck here?! As a human? AS A WOMAN?!"

The horned god blinked. "Well, when you put it like that, I kinda sound like a dick."

Cell's hands twitched murderously.

"You are!" she shrieked! "This is your fault! All of it! Every bloody bit of it!"

"Hey, it wasn't that bad. And I TOLD you not to piss Gohan off...

"I disagree! Why should I be interested in your inane plot?!"

"Because ya get to play with the mortals again."

The Epitome of Perfection paused. Blinked.

A slow smile spread across her face.

...I'm listening."

A/N: WHAM! BAM! THIS FIC BE FUN, SILLY AND CRACKISH AS CAN BE! Acts of randomness and sexiness? Check. Crazy references and violence? Check! Mention of Deadpool? Check! Monster girls! CHEEEEEEEEEEEECK! And There we go! Naruto and Monster Musume! I left the ending deliberately ambiguous, considering that these two can raise all sorts of hell together. You think this is crazy? Check out the rest of the Not Going Home Series!

So...in the immortal words of Atlas...And here it is! Two! The preview-portion?-of an amusing scene for you all!

Hope they make you smile!

(Preview)

"BOMBS AWAY!"

"Don't nuke the ocean, darling!"

...bah, you never let me have any fun. Its just a little heavy ammunition! What could possibly go wrong?"

Five palms slapped into five faces. "EVERYTHING."

Knuckles cracked slowly. Menacingly.

"Hear you were talking shit."

...mercy, m'lord?"

"N.O."

...Review, Would You Kindly?

R&R! =D