Cell's Breakout

It had been almost two weeks since Cell was sent to the "Home For Infinite Losers", and tried to escape by teaming up with Frieza, King Cold, and the dead Ginyu Force members. Unfortunately, Goku and another strange fighter named Pikkon showed up and defeated him and his team. So now, all Cell could do was sit and whine.

"Oh! There has to be some way to get out of this stupid prison," Cell groaned in exasperation, glaring at the line of thick black bars keeping him trapped in this godforsaken place.

Frieza looked up at him agitatedly from his spot on the floor. "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 eyes.

"Shut up. I’m trying to think," Cell mumbled, resting his chin on his hand, staring angrily at the prison bars.

Frieza sighed, rolling his eyes, and leaned back lazily against the wall.

"I really think we should be allowed to take a bath or something, because some one smells awful!" King Cold complained, pinching his nose, staring disgustedly around at his imprisoned fellows.

"Well, doncha be lookin’ at me," Jeice retorted, cocking his eyebrow.

"Me neither!" Burter piped up.

"Me…uh, three!" Recoom added, smiling stupidly at the king.

"Would you please be quiet!" Cell growled.

"Why should we? ‘Ts your fault we in ‘ere in the firs’ place!" Jeice snapped, wrinkling his nose at Cell in a defiant gesture.

Cell gave him an ominous side-glance, eyes flashing. Jeice quickly scooted back to the wall, looking worried now about what he had said and what Cell might do to him. Cell, let out a short sigh and closed his eyes again, trying to regain his concentration.

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Four hours passed…Five hours passed…Six hours passed, and Cell still wasn’t having any luck of finding a way to escape. King Cold had long since passed out—not being able to take someone’s horrendous odor. Frieza was sleeping, small droplets of drool occasionally sliding down his lips; Burter was staring off into space; Jeice—drawing something in the dust on the floor with his fingers, giggling maniacally; Guldo and Recoom were playing 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 put it in the oven for you and me!" Guldo and Recoom continued on and on and on and on and on and on…

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, standing up. 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, stopping himself jerkily. He stood there, looking dizzy, blinking rapidly. 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 other 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 gasped, a shudder going through his whole body, his eyes flew widely open. Everyone let out a small shriek and jumped back in surprise.

Cell blinked, and brought a hand up to his head. "Uhhg…" he moaned.

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. "Umn…Thirty-six…" he groaned, wobbling slightly.

Jeice stared up at the ceiling in thought. "I thenk that’s close ‘nough," 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 at Burter, and Burter looked at 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, thrusting him up to the bars. "Why you little…" he hissed.

The guard squirmed in his grasp, terrified. "Please don’t hurt me!" the large red guard begged. "Oh, if it weren’t the Celestrial Occurrence—"

"The what?" Cell interrupted him.

"The Celestrial Occurrence? That’s w-when, every two thousand years, all the planets in Otherworld line up, and it’s said that someone who’s dead can be-"

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.

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"My lady. We have news of the possible user."

"Ah, yes Dora, what have you learned of him?"

"Dora and I were able to find him quickly. It appears he is, as you said, ripe for the picking. Very anxious to leave. He even tried to kill himself to escape."

"To think a creature such as he would turn to those kind of methods."

"Nyome, Dora, retrieve him. The occurrence is in three days. He must be sent then, or the entire balance of the system will be thrown off. Do you understand?"

"Yes my lady."

"Are you sure your brother will not object to this, my lady?"

"My brother does not concern this. We do not reveal any of this to anyone, understood?"

"Understood."

"The Supreme Kai is not to be involved what so ever."

"Yes my lady."

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"Ya thenk 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. "Poor guy."

"I almost feel sorry for him," Frieza grumbled.

"Oh, son, give it a rest. He’s obviously depressed," King Cold urged.

"Whatever," his son sighed, rolling his eyes.

Cell sat in a corner of the prison cell, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor. He wasn’t entirely depressed, just frustrated. He couldn’t stand another minute in this place. He would have done anything to get out of this nightmare.

"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, but only on one condition," she replied, lowering her voice so only he could hear.

Just as Cell was about to reply, two guards zoomed past through the air and crashed headfirst into a wall at the far end of the cells.

Another woman landed beside Cell’s visitor. She too wore a hooded cloak like her partner, but her skin was blue in color.

"Have you two reached a verdict? Time is running out," 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 bar, smirking.

"Nyome, would you like to take care of them? This kind of thing tends to be your area of work," the green woman said with somewhat of a giggly tone.

The blue woman nodded, snickering softly. She set her hand up to the bars, then ran her finger swiftly across. Everyone except Cell was thrown backward into the wall, falling to the floor, out cold.

"So, what’s it going to be?" she asked.

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 at each other, then back at the 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, fluttered her fingers hypnotically around his nose, and Cell fell backwards onto the floor.

The blue woman stepped through the bars and shuffled over to Cell. She picked him up roughly by his arm and swung his awkwardly onto her back, holding his wrists under her neck. "That was too easy," she chuckled to her friend.

The green woman nodded, stepping through the bars to stand next to her partner. "You’re right, Nyome. Now, let’s depart before any more guards come," she replied.

"All right, Dora," the blue woman agreed.

In a faint shimmer of light, Cell and the two mysterious women quickly disappeared.

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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 look around 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 returning. 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.

"This really isn’t my day…" he sighed.

"So, you’re finally awake," a familiar voice echoed across to him.

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, flashing his teeth at them ferociously.

"I believe I can explain that."

The two women instantly fell to one knee, staring downward.

A short woman—with lavender skin, long elfish-like ears, and white spiky hair springing up in all sorts of odd directions; she wore 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 her dress, and a deep red shawl tied around her waist—stepped forth from the darkness. But the most startling feature about her, Cell thought, was her mesmerizing black eyes, which seemed as though they could stare right into your soul.

She walked up to the android and gazed into his eyes, a smile dancing on her lips. "Dora, Nyome, 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!" she giggled, eyeing Cell over keenly, a wide grin spread upon her cheeks.

Well, I could say the same, Cell thought, curling up his lip, narrowing his eyes at the strange woman.

"That you could," she answered, 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.

"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 Otherworld 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 darkness, getting to his feet, searching around desperately for anyone. He stomped one foot on the floor angrily and sighed heavily.

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. He cuffed 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 Cell’s 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, my lady."

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"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 man 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 man quickly scurried out of the room.

"Just like her, too. Always doing this sort of thing behind my back," the king 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, 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 is for the past…six billion years…"

"How about I just get this over with and let you two yell at me now rather than later," Sita groaned, appearing behind the Supreme Kai, cocking her eyebrow.

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.

Here it comes… King Yemma thought and 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.

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

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