Cell: Girl Troubles
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ.
Summary Cell gets a second chance to destroy earth, but will he do it when his 2nd chance has complications to start with? Like he's now a girl at Orange Star High, and she falls in love…AU. OC/OC. Cell/?
PG-13 Genre: Romance/Action/Adventure/Humour
"Talking"
ThinkingPrologue
Cell was in HFIL, groaning about how the stupid brat Gohan had condemned him to here; all he did was blow/absorb up a few people…nothing Vegeta hasn't done before…
Behind him, Frieza began to chug on a bottle of alcohol, which had been left for them to celebrate King Cold's birthday…
As if I care.The sound of a party mix began, the stereos sending out blaring notes of 'You got to fight for your right to party' across the desolate grounds of HFIL.
All I want is my revenge on that planet, and then I'll be happy.The sound of two already drunk sayjins-Radditz and Nappa singing to the song echoed out into the distance, all the way up to the travellers on Snake-Way.
A second chanceOne of the Special Forces of Frieza approached him, "Cell, you want to play a game of-"
Time at that second froze, everything stopped, only silence continued to flow now, until Cell began breathing again, after the preliminary shock.
Someone appeared with a crack, of atoms separating in the air. It looked a bit like a dragon, four-legged, leathery wings, long serpent-like tail, sleek figure, slightly glowing purple eyes, that matched her dark purple scaly skin, with a black lightning pattern adding to her impressive appearance, her long curving talons menacing, in their black tint, same with her snout ridges, and two-head-horns.
One word ran through Cell's mind:
Scary.Crimson flames slid out from the dragon's slightly ajar jaws, with glistening fangs inside, black from…poison.
Her voice was like a snake's hiss, but undeniably female, "You wish for a second chance at life? I can give that to you Cell, if you want," faster than the speed of light, Cell had the dragon circling him, giving him analysing looks, "Yes, I think I have the perfect design," she muttered to herself, uncaring if he heard, then as quickly as it started, she stopped, right where she'd been before. "Understand this Cell, there is no going back you can't change your future should you accept my offer, no strings attached, though it may seem so…so how about it? Yes? No?"
Cell thought long and hard for two minutes, and then replied, "Yes, I'll do it."
"OK, one Rika Cell Drake coming up!"
Crack!
In a flash of crimson fire, the new and permanent form of Cell stood in former Perfect Cell's place.
She had black hair, pink magenta eyes, a slim figure, was reasonably tall, like 5ft7 or 5ft6 whichever sounds more normal.
But what she wore was slightly off for Cell…
Black skater trousers, black hiker's boots, a t-shirt with a black and purple dragon rising from neon purple flames, breathing red blood coloured flames, red eyes glaring at the person whoever dared looked, with the words 'This is what lies beneath, beware for I am the Horse-Woman of Death' written underneath the picture in blood-coloured writing, it was a long sleeved t-shirt, that reached her wrists, a black and purple choker accented Cell's now feminine neck, which was partly hidden by her long mid-back length hair, her face was nearly milk white, as was the rest of her skin, naturally, since Cell did seem a bit of an albino in Perfect Form.
Then with a second crack Cell and the dragon vanished and HFIL regained speed.
"-Twister? Hey! Where'd he go?" The Ginyu looked completely puzzled.
Cell awoke to a morning sun on (right, now, he's kept his mind, but now he is female so, it's best to say her and she etc…) her face, blinking and looking around, she found that she was in fact in a woodland setting, with birds twittering and singing in the new sun, dew drops slowly dripping calmly to the soil.
Cell began to recognize her surroundings…she was on EARTH again! It had WORKED!
Wait a second…long black hair, non-green skin, a lot of other things too…"I'M A BLOODY TEENAGE GIRL!!"
"Yes and a teenage girl who's going to be late if she doesn't hurry up for school!" A male voice bellowed out from a small house several hundred meters away, a cottage type home, with all the homely attachments too…
The house was built of stone blocks, a masonry cottage, with a thatched roof, wooden shuttered windows, it looked big enough for a four-person family, in the back garden was a stable for horses, a stone well, the grass was allowed to grow wild, with thickets lining the garden's perimeters before merging into the surrounding wilderness of the mountainous area.
"Who are you?" Cell asked. His voice was now soft, but clear, nothing like Frieza, more feminine like Android 18; currently its tone was confused.
"Well, I'm your new dad…part of your new family; I was brought back to life by the dragonic goddess of Life and Death, your mother's inside too." As Cell examined her new father, he was tall, had brown hair, brown eyes, a slightly muscled figure, albeit not like the Z Fighters, just subtle muscles, which might explain why he was lanky.
As the two entered the cottage, and the kitchen, Cell was introduced to her mum, whom had kinky but straight brown hair, blue eyes, normal height, slim, and overall apparently very, friendly…though "don't cross her in a bad mood", said Arthur, her dad. Her mum was called: Joan.
After being told, that she was getting really late, Arthur Drake told her, it was getting really late (again), and it would set bad impressions for her to be late for school, her first day as she's a transfer.
"Wait, how long has it been since the Cell Games?"
"Seven Years, and that idiot Hercule Satan took all the credit, her daughter is just as pompous, but I'd warn you…someone you knew is in your school…best student in the school, but we hope you'll outclass him. See you when school's over; try not to raise your ki too high, as the Z Fighters might be able to recognize your signature. See you later Rika Cell Drake!"
Hayles: How did you like the beginning? Please let me know so I can update this or not with the next instalment, if you could give some constructive criticism I would greatly appreciate that!
Many thanks Hayles.