セ ル の ブ レ イ ク ア ウ ト
- C e l l ' s B r e a k o u t -
Author's Note: I don't own any of the regular characters you'd find in the show or manga Dragon Ball Z. They are copyright of Akira Toriyama. Anyone else is MINE! As in, they were spawned from MY creative genius…or not so genius, either or. Got it? Good. This takes place after the Cell Saga/before OtherWorld Tournament Saga and it's sort of weird, but a good read I suppose. Hope you enjoy.
Prologue : Long Hard Road Outta Hell
It had been almost two weeks.
Two weeks since Cell--the infamous Monster of Nikkietown, the diabolical destroyer, the soul greatest achievement of the ingenious Dr. Gero, in which had ravaged the Earth and sent the entire planet into complete terror and chaos in his wake--was defeated. Defeated no less, by a boy. A boy who happened to be none other than the half-saiyan Son Gohan--and sent to the OtherWorld, to the "Home For Infinite Losers".
But knowing that his purposes had never been fully extracted, the need to destroy and seek revenge for his untimely demise boiling in his veins, he had attempted an escape by creating an unlikely (and in theory temporary) union with Frieza, his father King Cold, and the dead Ginyu Force members.
But this escape was in vain, as well as rather fool-hardy, for the one that Cell himself had sent prior to his own defeat to meet his maker, the saiyan Son Goku, and another strange fighter of unknown origins known as Pikkon made a swift appearance as soon as King Yemma had caught wind of the condemned villains' plans.
They were made short work of--and all of them thrown together into a horridly small and cramped prison cell.
And that is where the diabolical bio-android Cell remained for those two tedious weeks--diligently trying to think up yet another ingenious and skillful escape.
"Tch… There has to be some feasible way to get out of this horrid prison," Cell said to himself as he sat with legs crossed on the tower of folded blankets in the corner, his voice dripping with venom as he glared hatefully at the line of thick black bars keeping him trapped in this godforsaken place.
Frieza looked over at him agitatedly from his spot in the opposite corner. "Would you give it a rest already? It's pretty obvious we're all stuck here, and it would be a lot more tolerable if you stopped whining," he snapped, narrowing his crimson eyes.
"Silence," Cell said simply, continuing his angry stare at the line of bars, resting his chin on his hand. "And for the record, you impudent short-stop, I am not whining."
Frieza shot him a look for that "short-stop" quirk, but only rolling his eyes, leaning back lazily against the wall behind him and crossing his arms behind his head, his tale thumping back and forth with agitation.
"Oh my poor nails! This horridly filthy place is ruining my manicure!" King Cold fretted as he looked at them with a pout. "Oh how can people live this way!"
Guldo looked up from his hand of cards and blinked his many eyes a couple times. "Well if you want to get technical, we're all dead. So we're not exactly living this way.."
King Cold let out a wail and clung onto the line of bars desperately. Jeice looked up from his own hand of cards, as did Burter, and blinked twice at their leader's sire, then to their leader himself. Frieza had an evident scowl on his face, his cheeks tinted a little, possibly out of embarrassment. The two Ginyu Force members looked back at one another, blinked twice, and then back down to their cards, deciding it best not to comment.
"If I win this hand I want someone's food!" Recoome said abruptly. "I'm getting hungry…"
"R'coome, none ov us have any food," Jeice said, giving him a deadpan look.
"But I'm hungry!"
Jeice's eyebrow twitched slightly. "So?"
Recoome looked down at him hungrily, and Jeice became a little nervous under the gaze.
"Oy…st-stop lookin' at me like that!"
"I'm hungryyyyy.."
"F-fine fine!" Jeice piped up. "If you win you get our food! Just stop lookin' at me like that!"
Recoome gave a wide grin and went back to focusing his attentions on his cards.
"The least they could do is give me a drink with…with one of those little umbrellas or something…" King Cold mused with a pout, still pressed up against the bars.
Frieza bowed his head further, a snarl curling up his lips, refraining from giving his annoyance of a father a possible head injury. "It…would be…nice…wouldn't it?"
"Yes it would…" King Cold fretted, and looked longingly past the bars, over the nearby cliff edge to see other damned souls and such frolicking (or at least considered to be frolicking in his warped sense of terminology) about in H.F.I.L.'s wasteland among the ever-watchful ogres.
"Oh sweet freedom…so close, and yet so far.."
Frieza sighed irritably. At least all his gender-confused father was doing was musing…better that trying to give him and all his lowly minions pedicures…again.
"Read 'em and weep, boys! Four aces!" Guldo practically cackled.
"Go fish!" Recoome called, and beamed.
"Er, Recoome….We're not playing Go Fish…" said Burter.
Recoome blinked. "…But I thought I won…"
Jeice leaned over and looked at Recoome's hand of cards, and raised an eyebrow. "Eh…'fraid not R'coome ol buddy."
Recoome looked down at him dangerously. "I want my food. I'm hungry."
"Easy there big guy… Remember, you can get the food when you win," Burter said, trying to keep the giant amongst them at bay.
Recoome looked down at Guldo, an evil gleam in his eye. Guldo, after a moment, looked back up at him nervously. "Uh….Recoome..?"
"RAAH!" Recoome dived on him, and Guldo let out a terrified shriek, cards flying up into the air. "If I can't win, then I'm eating YOU!"
"The hunger's made him mad! MAAAAAAD!" Guldo screamed, squirming frantically in Recoome's grasp.
"Would you all be QUIET!" Cell growled menacingly, though he continued to keep his piercing magenta eyes locked onto the line of bars.
"Why should we? It's yer fault we're in here in the first place!" Jeice snapped, wrinkling his nose at Cell in a defiant gesture. "I mean, Hell, it was yer idea to try bustin' outta here, smart ass!"
Cell gave him an ominous side-glance, his eyes glinting with more than a hint of malice. Jeice let out a small "eep" and quickly proceeded to scoot back to the farthest wall away from the android, looking a little worried now about what he had said, and what Cell might do to him. Cell was, after all, the strongest and most devious of them, not to mention he was a complete and utter sociopath.
Cell simply let out a short, though agitated sigh and closed his eyes again, trying to regain his concentration.
Four hours passed...Five hours passed...Six hours passed, and Cell still wasn't receiving any sort of revelation in a way of possible escape.
Frieza was sleeping, small droplets of drool occasionally sliding down his lips; Burter was staring blankly off into space, a dazed look in his red eyes, and Jeice was drawing something in the dust on the floor with his gloved fingers, giggling maniacally as he did so--which left Guldo and Recoom, who were playing an innocent game of patty cake.
"Patty Cake, patty cake..." the two sang, clapping along in rhyme. "...bake me a cake as fast as you can!"
The corner of Cell's eye began to twitch, and he was tempted with the thought of blasting them to the next plane beyond, but decided against it in case they had future escape potentials. And besides, they'd be bored of that childish pre-school game in not too long...
But after about two hours more, the thought of potentially stopping hadn't seemed to even phase through Guldo nor Recoom's minds.
"...and then put it in the oven for you and me! Patty cake, patty cake..."
Suddenly, Cell sprang up on his tower of blankets and began to laugh melodramatically, raising his arms up in the air.
Recoom and Guldo stopped their play and looked up at him quizzically.
"Gwahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Cell laughed, a corny expression on his face. He jumped down next to a wall, pressed his hands on it, and began to bang his head on the brick surface.
Jeice leaned around the blankets to see what was happening, eyebrows furrowed.
Guldo jumped into Recoom's arms. "Ah! He's scaring me!" he shrieked.
Burter snapped out of his trance and backed away from his insane cell-mate.
Frieza sheepishly rubbed his eyes, having awoken from his sleep, and stood. He gazed over at Cell with a grumpy expression, curling his lip. "I knew it wasn't gonna take long for him to crack," he muttered under his breath.
Cell continued to bonk his head on the wall, sending and unpleasant crunch to echo through the area every now and then.
After a few more minutes of this, Jeice finally stood and bounced over to Cell. "Ay, wat do ya think yer doin'?" he questioned.
Cell pulled away from the wall and stopped for a moment to explain, not turning to face Jeice, staring deeply into the muddy bricks. "Well, since I'm dead, I thought that if I manage to kill myself I'll just automatically come back to life!" he finished, and, not even waiting for Jeice to reply, started to hit his head on the wall again.
Jeice raised a hand up, but Frieza's reply stopped him. "Don't bother him. Maybe with all of that pounding he'll manage to break through," he chuckled. Jeice gave a faint nod and backed up a step.
"I never would have thought that he'd be the first to go crazy," Burter croaked.
"Crazy? The guy's gone and lost his marbles!" Guldo squealed.
Cell reared back his head, pausing for a second, his fingertips pressed lightly against the cold brick. Then, with all the force in his body he could muster, Cell rammed his skull into the thick wall as hard as he could; he ricocheted forcefully backward, and stopped himself jerkily.
He stood there for a few seconds, looking dizzy, blinking rapidly, and he raised up his finger and pointed it as if to say something. "Graaavvy..." he mumbled; his eyes rolled back and he quickly fell to the floor.
"Is he...dead?" Burter questioned, looming over the unconscious Cell along with his fellow Ginyu Force members.
"Hel-lo! He's already dead," Recoom sassed, shooting him a look.
"Oh yeah. Sorry, it's a habit," Burter replied.
"Any body in there?" Guldo whispered, waving a hand over Cell's face.
Cell suddenly gasped, his eyes flying wide open, a shudder immediately going through his whole body.
Everyone let out a small shriek and jumped back in surprise.
Cell blinked, and brought a hand up to his head. "Uhhg..."
Burter and Jeice leaned back over Cell. "Now, how many fingers do you see?" asked Burter, holding up three of his fingers.
Cell glanced lazily up at him. "Th...Thirty-six..." he groaned, wobbling slightly.
Jeice stared up at the ceiling in thought. "I think that's close enough," he concluded. He bent down behind Cell and hoisted the android up, holding him under his arms.
As soon as Cell was up to his feet, Jeice let go so he could regain his bearings.
Cell gazed around the room dizzily. "Oh...Look at all the pretty colors..." he mumbled and stumbled back down again.
Jeice caught him quickly and held him back up. "No, we havta keep ya up," he said. Jeice kept Cell on his feet for a few moments until he finally snapped out of his dizziness.
"Uh...Thanks..." he muttered groggily.
"Oy, no prablem," Jeice smiled, scratching the back of his head.
"Oh—if I ever try doing anything like that again, stop me," Cell added.
Jeice nodded.
Frieza chuckled under his breath, shaking his head.
Cell, who heard him, glared at him agitatedly. "What's so funny?" he snapped.
Frieza rolled his eyes. "How incredibly dumb you're acting," he snickered.
"Oh shut up," Cell growled, glaring.
"Make me," Frieza taunted, glaring back.
"That's IT!" Cell screeched. He leapt at Frieza and began to pound him viciously into the brick floor.
"Hey! You can't do that to our leader!" Recoom yelled, jumping into the fight.
Guldo looked at Jeice, Jeice looked back, then up at Burter, Burter in return looking down to Jeice. They all shrugged and jumped into the scramble.
A moment later, two large men ran up to the prison cell. One was red skinned with slick black hair and thick glasses, two horns sticking out of his skull. The other had blue skin, feathery purple hair, and a single horn on top of his head. They were both carrying large clubs and wore shorts and shirts that bore the letters HFIL.
"Hey! Break it up in there!" the red one squawked, stomping over to the cell. He thrust out his club and bonked one of the fighters, who just happened to be Cell, right on the noggin.
Cell immediately stopped, grabbed his already hurting head, and cried out in pain.
The rest instantly halted, spreading apart to different parts of the cell.
Cell gave the guard a nefarious snarl. He bolted up at him, grabbing his shirt collar, and thrust him up to the bars. "Why you little..." he hissed.
Before the guard was able to finish, Cell was clobbered on the skull yet again with a large club. Dumbfounded, he dropped the guard on the ground, fell onto his back, and gave a long moan of pain and frustration while grasping his head.
"You OK?" the blue guard asked, furrowing his brow.
His comrade nodded. "Yeah. Thanks." He got to his feet and brushed the dirt off his shorts. "C'mon. Let's go," he said after a moment, giving the prisoners a quick glare.
The blue guard nodded, and the two of them turned and walked away.
"Mistress. We have news of the possible user."
"Ahh? What have you learned of him?"
"Dora and I were able to find him quickly. It appears he is very anxious to leave. He even tried to kill himself to escape."
"To think a creature such as he would turn to those sort of inane methods."
"Nayome, Dora, retrieve him. He must be sent soon, or the entire balance of the system will be thrown off. Do you understand?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Are you sure your brother will not object to this, mistress?"
"...My brother does not concern this. He has always hated my line of work since we parted ways. His concerns became those of the living, and mine with dead. We do not reveal any of this to anyone, understood?"
"Understood."
"No…I plan on having fun with this one. I want to take an entirely different approach…"
"Yes, mistress."
"Ya think he's all right?" Jeice asked, scratching the back of his head.
"I dunno. He's been sittin' there for three days straight," Recoom mumbled.
"Yeah. All he's done is stare at that same spot on the floor," Guldo agreed, nodding.
Burter shook his head, casting a sympathetic look. "Poor guy."
"I almost feel sorry for him," Frieza grumbled, loosely crossing his arms and glaring off to the side.
"Oh, son, give it a rest. He's obviously depressed," King Cold urged, giving his son a nudge with his elbow.
"...Don't touch me," his son hissed up at him.
Cell sat in a corner of the prison cell, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor. He wasn't entirely depressed--more like frustrated to the point of forgetting rational thought.
He just couldn't stand it. Being stuck in that damed cell another minute with those pathetic Neanderthals--while that...that whelp who'd killed him was probably living it up to the fullest back on Earth. Damn that...that stupid half-bred brat! It made his syntheticly-engineered blood boil at just the thought of it.
Oooh, what he wouldn't've done to get back there and kick that sorry so-and-so's--
"Cell."
Cell straightened up and jerked his head toward the direction of the voice that called his name.
A tall woman wearing a long, hooded cloak stood on the outside of the cell. Her face was concealed in the darkness of the hood pulled over her head, but Cell could see a slight green tone in her skin color.
"You wish to leave this place, yes?" she whispered.
Cell got to his feet and shuffled over to the strange visitor. "What do you mean?" he asked, giving her an odd look of curiosity and doubt.
"I can get you out, if you wish," she replied, lowering her voice so only he could hear.
Cell raised an eyeridge.
"But there is one condition..."
His eyeridges realighned downward again.
Just as Cell was about to through out a sarcastic retort, but before he had the chance, two large ogres zoomed past through the air behind the cloaked woman, and crashed headfirst into a wall at the far end of the hallway of cells.
Another woman phased out of thin air, and landed down beside Cell's visitor. She too was adorned with a hooded cloak, but her skin was blue in color.
"Have you two reached a verdict? Time is running out--Yemma will be onto us if we don't get out of here soon," she said hurriedly, facing her comrade.
The first woman turned back to Cell, as if she were anticipating an answer.
"Oy! Who are the cuties?" Jeice chirped, trotting over to the bars, smirking.
"Nayome, would you take care of them? This kind of thing tends to be your area of expertise," the green woman said with somewhat of a giggly tone.
"My pleasure," the second woman said with a perky chime. She set her hand up to the bars, then ran her finger swiftly across. Everyone except Cell was instantly thrown backwards into the prison wall, and fell to the floor unconscious.
"So, what's it going to be?" she asked, a hint of red gleaming forth from her eyes underneath the dark shadows cast from her hood.
Cell took a step back from the bars, crossing his arms. "Are you mad? I'm not so easily amused by your tricks—I'm not going anywhere with you absurd women."
The two women looked to each other, then back to the bio-android.
"So sorry you don't think so," the first replied.
"It is imperative that you come with us," said the other. She raised her hand up to Cell's face from between the bars, quickly fluttered her fingers hypnotically around his nose. Cell's hot magenta eyes rolled backwards into his skull, and he fell backwards onto the stone floor.
The blue woman phased through the bars, and stepped over to Cell. She picked him up roughly by his arm and swung him awkwardly up onto her back, holding his wrists under her neck.
"That was too easy," she chuckled to her friend.
The green woman nodded, phazing through the prison bars as well and over to her parnter's side. "So it would seem, Nayome. But now let's depart before any more guards arrive," she replied.
"All right, Dora," the blue woman agreed.
In a faint shimmer of light, Cell and the two mysterious women quickly disappeared.
Slowly, Cell began to open his heavy eyelids.
His vision was extremely blurry, and his head was throbbing.
"Great. Just what I need—another headache," he groaned.
Cell lazily lifted up his head to take in his surroundings.
Wherever he was, it was dark. There was some light, shining somewhere far off, but he couldn't tell where exactly.
Cell shook his head, his sight beginning to return. He tried to move his arms, but something held them tightly up above his head.
Cell stared above him.
Two blue disks were around his wrists, which wouldn't let him budge an inch, despite how hard he tried.
"This really isn't my day..." he sighed.
"So, you're finally awake."
Cell's two mysterious captors stepped out of the shadows, hoods still drawn over their heads.
"Who are you! And what am I doing here!" Cell snarled as soon as he saw them, flashing his teeth at them ferociously.
"I believe I can explain that."
The two women instantly fell to one knee, staring downward.
Another, yet shorter woman stepped forth from the darkness. Her skin was a lavender tone, and she long elfish-like ears, along with white spiky hair springing up in all sorts of odd directions. Her bizarre apparel consisted of a light blue, short-sleeved dress that draped almost to her knees with a white, high-collared, long-sleeved blouse underneath it, off-white tights, slightly oversized boots matching the color of her dress, and a deep red shawl tied around her waist.
But the most startling feature about her, Cell thought, were her mesmerizing black eyes, which seemed as though they could stare right down into your soul.
She walked up to the android and gazed up into his eyes, a smile dancing on her lips. "Dora, Nayome, you have done your job well. Now would you please excuse us—I'd like a word," she said, not turning to face her associates.
"Yes, my lady," the two replied in unison, quickly getting to their feet and vanishing without another word.
"What a strange creature you are!" the woman giggled, eyeing Cell over keenly, a wide grin spread upon her cheeks.
Cell curled up his lip. Well, I could certainly say the same, he thought, narrowing his eyes at the strange woman.
"That you could," she said, her smile broadening.
Cell's eyes widened, staring at the woman with an expression of disbelief and confusion.
"Allow me to introduce myself," she said, giving a curt little curtsey. "I am the seventh kai—the Kai of Reincarnation and Rebirth. My name is Sita."
Cell wasn't exactly sure where she was getting at, or if it even had anything to do with him, but he kept listening intently anyway.
"You wonder why you are here, do you not?" Sita questioned, cocking her eyebrow. "Well, once every two thousand years, during something calling the Celestrial Occurrence, someone from the Other World is chosen to be reborn into the mortal world. This must be done is secret, however. Due to...miscalculated complications."
An awkward silence filled the chamber; Cell stared at the kai strangely, looking at her as though she must have been completely out of her mind. Sita gazed into Cell's eyes, looking as though she was anticipating some kind of answer.
Suddenly, realization donned on the android. "You mean...I'm next?" Cell questioned, his eyes wide.
"Dr. Gero did program you with plenty of intelligence, android. That he did," Sita chirped. "So now that you understand your destiny, I shall send you on your way."
Sita gave another offhand curtsey—Cell's restraints instantly vanished, making him to fall to the floor—and she disappeared.
Cell was left completely alone.
"Hey! Who said I agreed to any of this!" Cell shouted into the empty blackness, getting to his feet, searching around desperately for anyone his sights could catch. He stomped one foot on the floor angrily and sighed heavily.
Almost immediately, a small ball of white light suddenly appeared right in front of Cell's face, catching him completely off-guard and, with a small yelp, he fell again onto his backside.
After recovering from the shock, Cell jumped back up and stared at it curiously, edging slowly up to it. As soon as he was close enough, he carefully cupped the tiny orb inside his hands and gazed into it.
Just barely visible was the form of a little girl with green and black striped hair sitting on stone steps in front of some apartment house. Tears were streaming down her rosy pink cheeks, and she tried her best to hastily wipe them away.
For one solid moment, Cell actually felt a minuscule amount of pity for her.
All of a sudden, the glowing ball began to violently shake in his hands, rays of light shooting out in all directions, spreading to all reaches of the chamber.
Cell leapt back from it, covering his eyes from the blinding light.
After the light finally subsided and withdrew, Cell was nowhere to be seen.
"Step one—complete."
"Yes, mistress."
"WHAT!" King Yemma screamed on the top of his lungs.
"Like I said, sir. Two women came outa nowhere and beat up all the guards. Next thing we know, Cell's gone," said a small red ogre in a black business suit with a writing board and a pencil.
King Yemma threw his hands up into the air. "Oh, of all things! This just had to happen!"
"Uh, sir?" the man squeaked, pointing his pencil at him. "We have reason to believe that the two kidnappers...were some of Sita's followers."
"WHAT!" King Yemma screeched again.
"Y-yes sir. Absolutely sure," the short man stuttered, rearranging his thick glasses.
King Yemma leaned back in his chair and rested his head in his hand, looking furious.
"Wonderful! Of all people, it had to be Cell. Honestly, Sita's the craziest kai of them all," he groaned.
He looked back down at his informer, nodded, and the small ogre quickly scurried out of the room.
"Just like her, too. Always doing this sort of thing behind my back," the lord of the dead sighed, ruffling his thick fingers through his hair. "Her brother's gonna kill her."
At that very moment, the Supreme Kai stormed into the room, smashing the huge doors into the walls as he flung them open, shaking with anger.
King Yemma jumped in his chair. "Oh, heh, S-Supreme Kai...!" he smiled weakly.
"Spare me the trouble—where's my sister!" the kai growled, glaring daggers.
King Yemma scratched the back of his head. "Well, to be perfectly honest with you, I haven't known where she's been for the past...oh, five billion years..."
"How about I just get this over with and let you two yell at me now rather than later," Sita groaned, quickly appearing behind her brother.
The Supreme Kai spun around and glared at her hatefully. "Sita, have you any idea what you've done!" he snarled.
Sita patted him lightly on the cheek, a smile breaking across her lips. "Aw, come off it, little brother," she giggled antagonistically, cocking her head to the side.
Here it comes... King Yemma thought, and hastily ducked under his desk.
The Supreme Kai's face flushed red with anger. "That's it, Sita! You just can't seem to get it, can you! You're even more of a threat to the universe than Majin Buu! Oh sure, you think it'll 'upset the system', but in reality you're just a pest!" he screamed into his sister's face.
Sita glared back at him. "Oh yeah? At least I try to keep the universe in one piece! When Bibidi and Majin Buu were wreaking havoc, all you ever did was try to 'regroup and form battle strategies' as entire galaxies were being blown to bits! So you tell me, who's the pest! Huh, who!" Sita screeched.
"That has nothing to do with this," the Supreme Kai replied coldly, crossing his arms in a huff.
His sister took a deep breath to calm herself. "Well, let me ask you this, what's the big deal anyway?" she questioned, putting her hands on her hips.
The Supreme Kai about jumped through the roof.
"My GOSH! What do you think! You have just reincarnated Cell, the one who nearly destroyed Earth, back into the Mortal World! Not only that, but on the very planet he tried to destroy! He'll kill them all!" he screamed.
"You forget, dear brother, that he has been reincarnated as a human. He wouldn't have a chance if he tried to leave the planet," Sita reminded.
"Still, Cell will have the power to wipe out all of Earth's inhabitants! Is that what you want!" her brother yelled.
"There are two things I did do to make sure that wouldn't happen, though," Sita butted in.
"Oh? Like what," the Supreme Kai snarled.
"For starters, women aren't as aggressive as men are," Sita replied.
"And…your point would be?" her brother questioned.
Sita gave him a wide grin. "Guess."
A dumbfounded look appeared on the Supreme Kai's face. "You mean you...You...You didn't..." he trailed off.
Sita nodded. "That's right," she chirped.
"Good Gracious! Sita you've flipped! Reincarnating Cell as a woman!" King Yemma exclaimed. "He'd kill himself!"
"Ah, but that's the beauty of it!" Sita giggled. "He wouldn't dare after he found out."
"Found out what?" the Supreme Kai questioned.
"Remember, Cell is made up of the different cells of the Z fighters. So that means, he could possibly have a weak spot," his sister smirked.
"All right, the suspense is killing me! What did you do now!" King Yemma whined.
Sita gave him an innocent smile, turned, and disappeared.
"You know, Supreme Kai, I will never understand her," King Yemma mumbled.
"Neither will I..." the Supreme Kai groaned.
Forgive the half-assed job. I was only able to half-edit this chapter. I was running out of time. Middle chapters haven't been edited yet, last chapters have been. I'm sorry for being a slacker. Forgive meeeeee...
-KASH