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Giant cicada spotted! News at 11!

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[Routine. Everything for Cell fell into a routine, for better or worse. At the start, they kept the android busy, gave him a sense of purpose.. After awhile, not so much. Now, that precious routine was about to change, just before it got too boring.

How lucky for 'this place', as he still called it.

Oh, he knew all the streets, buildings, and sub divisions had names but why bother? As if he were going to live in any of them!

So, there he was, right back where he started; under the tree in the park. The notch from his stinger was still in the bark of the tree. Perfect. Back against the tree once more, stinger right back into place, Cell crossed his arms over his chest and sighed to himself.]

... Now what?

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That depends on you.

[A youth who looks no older than fifteen or so answers the overgrown cicada with a hint of intrigue in his tone. The boy looks a bit too pale for comfort, almost as white as his hair. He stares at the bug-like fiend in absolute silence before suddenly stating the obvious.]

You seem discontent.

One pale skinned creature to another.

"I am." the new company need not know the reason for this sour state of his. Although, given time it would be obvious, after the mess up with the phone system not too long ago. Which reminded Cell of the ever nosy and chatty Mrs. Briefs, which then brought out a groan.

"and I know it depends on me, boy.. I was merely thinking out loud to what I should do next with the endless amount of time I have on my hands." Bored, immortal, and stubborn. A horrible combination.

"Boy?" A look of disgust lingers upon his face. "You misjudge, insect."

Bored, immortal and stubborn also greatly describes the youth standing before Cell now. Tsukihito glares up at him with a look of actual frustration. Everyone in this godforsaken realm think of him as a child. It's insulting to say the very least but works at Tsukihito's advantage surprisingly. No one expects much from this little fox boy, not until it's too late.

"To bemoan the march of time is a fools error." Tsukihito states as he idly fishes around within the sleeves of his ornate kimono. "You should seek to do something more worthwhile than complain." After a brief moment, the youth pries out what seems to be an ornate long wooden pipe. It's a kiseru, one he purchased during his venture to Fayren. The boy lights it and takes a long drag, his inhumanly red gaze still focused on the insect.

"Why don't you sing me a song, little cicada?" He asks as he blows the smoke directly at the bug man. "That would give you something to do."

Just as Cell opened his mouth to hiss words back to the boy, the billowing smoke soaked into his mouth, eyes and nostrils. Needless to say, the cicada choked more than sang. A quick yank of his stinger freed him from the bark of the tree, and a even quicker step back freed him from the lingering smoke. All the while, a string of foul curses slipped between each core cleansing cough.

"You disgusting brat!", Cell finally managed clearly just as the smoke faded up into the branches above. But as a precaution, he lifted a shielding hand over ~~perfect~~ his face. Least he crumple over from choking on that death cloud again.. "I'll do whatever I damn well please!"

Try a hobby?

[Seventeen's voice echoed from behind him, hands tucked in his pocket, nothing alarmed as a threat. Hey Brother.]

Not that the sudden appearance of his 'sibling' would alarm him. Cell remained still, eyes over looking the park before him. Why bother looking?

"I don't think the 'leaders' of this place would enjoy my hobbies.. Not unless they'll allow me to freely build things to my liking." This made him pause and ponder on his dominate nature. "Will they allow me to hold tournaments, or do they do such events where I can participate?"

Seventeen gazed at the park and the back of Cell. It didn't bother him if Cell didn't want to make eye contact, he was responding.

"Or you could come up with something less destructive and a bit more challenging." He wasn't surprised. Even though Dr. Gero had some twisted ambition, most androids were fortunate to fight their own will power against the programming. Seventeen listened to Cell's question, and shrugged. "I don't see why not. People here holds events like that and more. There was a tournament a week ago to promote Cake Town. If anything, the Colosseum in Attleton is free to use."

The mere mention of "cake town" made the bio-android groan.. "I saw it but it isn't mine.. The last thing I need to deal with is the annoyance of claiming the arena for my own and then the.. Whoever of this world swooping in and making a stink about it."

Cell took in a deep breath, held it then hissed it out in aggravation. "Normally, Seventeen, I wouldn't give a damn.. I would have done it already, but I'm not stupid.. I see my limitation here. Why else am I back under this damned tree? Why else am I asking you, of all people? You had a life before this." He paused, should he claw at that ball of wax?

"You and Eighteen were something before Dr. Gero. All I know is what that bastard fed to me, what I learned in my short life. Now here I am, basically clueless at what to do other than destroy. Sure, I've been over coming such desires, it's just hard to do when it comes to me so naturally.. Literally.."

Seventeen merely listened to the cicada call. True, Seventeen was something else before the modification, and now his new body was left with a deep scar he bared for the rest of his life. What astounded him most was Cell's development, which left Seventeen some hope for the bio-bug.

He sighed, leaned his back on the same tree, away from Cell. Now there were almost back to back, hands still in his pockets. "You know, that's where it starts," Seventeen began to talk, his usual tone. "You question yourself and wondered. Bypassing the program isn't easy, even for Eighteen and me, and maybe Sixteen for that matter."

Seventeen pressed the back of his head against the tree.

"Oh, and your Cell Jrs. They got revived somehow, so I picked them up and taught them some stuff. If they are willing to learn and not destroy, it should be easy for you." He paused there for a moment.

Nodding in agreement to the first statement was understandable.. Calm, collective, and a sense of connection to his would-be-brother. The mere mention of his children, on the other hand, caused the insect-droid to snap his head toward Seventeen with a obviously shocked: "What!? My-"

Cells eyes were wide and quickly glossed over with tears, but that was all he'd allow for now. It seemed rather stupid to be overtaken by such emotion for 'beings' he could easily make more of. Guilt was the culprit. Remorse for the selfish act of what he made the little ones for. Their short lives and terrified faces as they met their end. He wouldn't admit that it haunted him some nights but his current state no doubt hinted at it.

With a grit of his teeth, the android reached around the grasp at Seventeens arm. No nails, no threat, just a small tremble to his grip as he began to growl. "Do not lie to me, Seventeen.."

Seventeen remained silent as Cell's mind processed. Sure Seventeen hated the bug, but he wasn't going to kill them because of that. He relaxed next to the tree, leaned back and enjoying the fresh air. That was, until he felt Cell reached out for him.

He looked back when Cell grab his arm, . "Really? Have I ever lied?" Seventeen questioned the bug-droid sincerely.

".. But how?" Cells mind was, for the lack of a better term, buzzing with questions. There was no way he'd know if his spawn could or would regenerate. If they had the back up nucleolus. They weren't complete clones of himself, there were some things missing.. but how else would they come back? After Gohan had destroyed them so quickly and after that giant blast?

"How are they?" he struggled say without there any choke to his voice, "Have they grown? Do they.. remember anything?"

[Masaru is walking through the city, on another one of his patrols. The young, brown-haired young man is passing through the park when he sees, of all things, a giant big man. Who looks like a cicada.

Is this a Digimon? It could certainly pass for one. But more importantly, the vibe Masaru gets from him is that he's strong. Narrowing his eyes, he draws closer, trying to get a good view of the creature without being noticed.

Mind you, he's bad at that.]

"I'm not blind, you know." sighed the giant big man who looked like a cicada. Just the look of the others face was enough to annoy him. Nosy creatures. All of them..

"It'd be less rude to just ask questions than stare, hm?"

[Ah geez. He's really bad at stealth, isn't he?]

... Okay, fine. I've got a question. You're really strong, aren't you?

"I like to believe that I am.." Cell couldn't help but let out a sigh, what with recent 'interactions' with certain people? His ego too a bit of a beating.. Although, perhaps beating the ever-living out of the human before him might fix that right up.

".. Care to find out?"

"You don't need to even ask," Masaru replied, pounding one fist into an open palm. "I don't want you to hold back, but no battle to the death, alright?"

Bulla has heard of Cell through others' stories. They're scary, and yet she isn't going to assume the worst of him. Not given what her father used to be like and how he is toward her now. She's conscious of what Cell could do, but hasn't. He's been living peacefully here since before she even got here. He's caused no problems. So when she encounters him leaning up against a tree, she doesn't show any signs of fear. Instead, she offers a suggestion.

"You could take some classes in a subject that interests you."

Couldn't get a moments of peace, could he? Cell sucked his teeth as he opened his eyes to peer down at the vibrant haired young woman..

"Hello, Ms. Briefs.." He began with a growl, "Trying to pry into my personal life once more, are you? If you must know, things have changed since we last spoke.. and I'm sure whatever "classes" you suggest to me are merely a waste of time.. If not just nonexistent all together."

"Once more?" Bulla blinks. "This is my first time ever speaking to you. I think you've mistaken me for my mom. I do look a lot like her."

She's keeping a polite distance. She may not be afraid, but she's not going to pointlessly antagonize him. Especially not when her intention actually was intended as a helpful one.

"I was suggesting classes so you could have something to keep busy with. What about trying out music or art?"

"Ah, my apologies, Ms. Briefs.. You do indeed look very much like your mother.. I had wondered why she suddenly looked so young."

Well, not surprising that people would procreate.. Now he was all the curious on just who the father was. Though, it would be a bit brash to ask just who did the dirty with your mother.. Especially just for genealogy connect-the-dot reasons. Cell let out the faintest of chuckles, which was accompanied with a flickering clacking of his wings. Clearing his head of the question.

"I suppose art would be nice. I do have a knack for building things. I sadly can't work in confined spaces.. Or with others, for that matter."

"Aside from showing up for the classes, you'd be able to work on art on your own. Or you could get some books and learn from those and be able to avoid people except when you were buying art supplies."

If he's willing to consider her suggestion, that's something. A sign that he's capable of moving on from the past and doing something more productive with his life, at least.

"If you want to be mostly outside...I think there's a camp grounds in Everglade. Then all you'd need would be a storage shed to keep your art out of the rain."

"Buying supplies?"

Oh, how it took every ounce of him not to laugh in the young womans face. A bit of a snarky chuckle slipped past clenched teeth.. Currency. Working a job. Feh! Nothing but a whole lot of nonsense to the bio-android. Clearly, she did not know of his talents. If he needed supplies for his art, he would retrieve it 'naturally'.

"The books would be best.. I can read faster than someone attempting to teach me." Or, if he wanted to go the cheaters route, he could all too easily watch someone do the skill and learn it immediately. Perfectly, at that! "And where would one find these books? No doubt you expect me to purchase them?"

"You could borrow them from the local library."

Bulla's not fully informed on all of Cell's abilities. She knows he's dangerous, but also knows that there are people here who'd be able to take him on, including her brother, Goku and Seventeen. However, if she can avoid that kind of clash just by offering some suggestions on what he could do with his time, she'll take the common sense route.

"Ah yes, I've heard of that sort of establishment." but such a building required him to follow the rules of this world. Something he had been trying to avoid, thus his living space being right under the very tree they stood under. But that wasn't going to happen.. Ever.

With a bit of a defeated tone to his sigh, Cell adjusted himself more comfortably into the tree. "Thank you for your 'suggestions', Ms. Briefs.. You may go." It was worth a shot but if she were anything more like her mother than he assumed? The android was sure to be stuck with his company for much longer..

"Do you have a job?"

She's guessing probably not, given the way he'd responded to the idea that he buy supplies, but she's not going to make assumptions.

"Finding work that you don't mind would be a good way to pass the time, too."

"I work for no one but myself. Did you already forget my mentioning of "not working with others"?" though that came out rather snotty, a quick realization made that frown turn upside down.

"Besides, if I were to seek employment, the rest of the work force would be out of my league! If I wanted, I could no doubt man an entire factory on my own with my powers of speed and telekinesis alone~" Gloating? You bet. He was the perfect android, after all.. It was the only thing he had left the flaunt. Actually, 'look at how Perfect I am' was the only thing he could ever flaunt.

"Although, I have a feeling your next question will be something of what I would like for a job, hm? Aside from the obvious of being a fighter? Perhaps if I build my own personal size arena and offered martial arts training.. I am fully knowledgeable in several different fighting styles, by the way~ No doubt there are some lesser beings here that would pay a fee to learn the ways of seeking Perfection.. When in actuality they never will! Haah!"

Well, that certainly got him talking. Bulla can't help but be amused by the display of ego. Never let it be said that bug boy is lacking in confidence. She listens with a smile on her face, waiting until he's done talking before offering in another suggestion.

"People aren't eligible for a business license until they've had a job in one of the five cities for at least a month, but if you got a job as a personal trainer to start with, that would put you in a position to meet clients before you opened your own business. Just leave out the part about them never reaching perfection and you've already got a pretty solid sales pitch. Maybe just change it to making your clients into the very best that they can be? It's more positive and encouraging that way."

"I suppose.." it was a well hatched plan, if he'd say so himself. But he wouldn't, for prideful reasons. As handy as Bulla's suggestions were, there was still no point to them. Yet. They'd certainly go onto the 'back burner' for now.

"Boredom aside, I have no need to run a company or have a job. You other beings and your issues that require currency are thankfully not my concern. So, as stated before, Ms. Briefs, I thank you for your suggestions.. You are free to go."

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sorry, thought i replied to this, then realized chrome ate it when it crashed v.v

(( meanwhile my ass has been in limbo lmao sorry :(

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