05-29-2018, 07:58 AM
Cell approached the tent. Since his battle with the Empire’s robot enforcer, he decided to keep a low profile while he continued to train. He had to hop a few islands before he felt far enough away from Costa del Sol, but one thing he couldn’t escape were the advertisements. Most of them he could ignore – after all, he didn’t need to wear clothes to impress that hot young thing lazing on the beach – but one tickled his interest. At first he ignored it, thinking it to be some exhibition fight put on by some Dante guy, but it was perseverent. Soon he actually paid attention to the ad and realised it was a tournament.
Such a prospect sent a chill down Cell’s spine. A tournament could be the perfect way to kick-start the final stage of his evolution, and even if it wasn’t, it would provide that heady sense of relief that only a good beat-down could deliver. Plus it seemed the event would be televised; a fantastic opportunity to make his name known throughout this Omniverse.
An attendant stood within the open flaps of the tent, cradling a tablet in one arm. A stylised ‘S’ was embroidered on the right side of his white buttoned shirt. He smiled as Cell walked towards him. Still unnerving to see a human grin at his approach.
“Good day, sir!” the attendant said, exuding none of the fear Cell had come to expect from his timid kind. “Are you here to sign up for Dante’s Abyss?”
“I’m not sure how many people peek in Syntech tents without the implied notion of joining your tournament, but yes, I am,” Cell said.
“Ah, good,” the man said, regrouping from the needlessly sarcastic remark. “Before we go any further, I will need to collect some personal information.”
Cell grinned. “Go ahead. My life is an open book.”
“Right! So, what is your name?”
“Cell.”
The attendant’s fingers were poised over the tablet’s screen. “Is that a nickname? Short for something?”
“What on Earth would it be short for? Celery?” The bio-android calmed down and smirked. “I’ll admit it’s not a common name. Maybe you would like me to spell it out? See-eee-ell-ell.”
The attendant smiled awkwardly as he tapped in the information. “Cell. Got it. And where do you come from, Cell?”
“I come from Earth,” he said. “Though if you want to be technical, the seeds of my existence are from all corners of the galaxy.” He sized up the human. “But let’s stick to the simple.”
The attendant frowned at the condescending tone. “Your occupation?”
“Being perfect,” Cell said almost on instinct. “I don’t work like you humans do. The closest thing I can think of is a professional fighter. But then I’ve only fought in a tournament named after myself, so that should tell you the extent of my skill.”
“And the size of your ego...” the Syntech staff member muttered under his breath.
Cell glowered. “I heard that.”
The attendant cleared his throat and suppressed an embarrassed smile. He tapped the tablet and a small hovering camera rose up to shoulder height, its lens on the bio-android. “OK, we just need to take a quick promo video and you can head off to the pre-show area of the tournament!”
“So what do you want from me?” Cell asked.
The attendant shrugged. “Say something cool, or show off, or whatever you like, really. They will show this footage to promote you.”
“Say no more. Roll the camera.”
“And we’re rolling,” the Syntech employee confirmed.
Cell brought his full power to the surface, coating his body in a flowing cloak of yellow light. The shockwave of the sudden jump in strength knocked the camera off kilter for a moment, but it recalibrated and stabilised.
“I’m Cell, the perfect life form and the perfect warrior,” he said, grinning all the while. “This isn’t even my final form and I’ll still wipe the floor with anyone who gets in my way!”
Once the attendant confirmed the information one last time to an exasperated Cell, he led the new contestant to the teleportation pad. The bio-android gave the human one last withering look and stepped onto the plate, vanishing from the balmy island tent.
Such a prospect sent a chill down Cell’s spine. A tournament could be the perfect way to kick-start the final stage of his evolution, and even if it wasn’t, it would provide that heady sense of relief that only a good beat-down could deliver. Plus it seemed the event would be televised; a fantastic opportunity to make his name known throughout this Omniverse.
An attendant stood within the open flaps of the tent, cradling a tablet in one arm. A stylised ‘S’ was embroidered on the right side of his white buttoned shirt. He smiled as Cell walked towards him. Still unnerving to see a human grin at his approach.
“Good day, sir!” the attendant said, exuding none of the fear Cell had come to expect from his timid kind. “Are you here to sign up for Dante’s Abyss?”
“I’m not sure how many people peek in Syntech tents without the implied notion of joining your tournament, but yes, I am,” Cell said.
“Ah, good,” the man said, regrouping from the needlessly sarcastic remark. “Before we go any further, I will need to collect some personal information.”
Cell grinned. “Go ahead. My life is an open book.”
“Right! So, what is your name?”
“Cell.”
The attendant’s fingers were poised over the tablet’s screen. “Is that a nickname? Short for something?”
“What on Earth would it be short for? Celery?” The bio-android calmed down and smirked. “I’ll admit it’s not a common name. Maybe you would like me to spell it out? See-eee-ell-ell.”
The attendant smiled awkwardly as he tapped in the information. “Cell. Got it. And where do you come from, Cell?”
“I come from Earth,” he said. “Though if you want to be technical, the seeds of my existence are from all corners of the galaxy.” He sized up the human. “But let’s stick to the simple.”
The attendant frowned at the condescending tone. “Your occupation?”
“Being perfect,” Cell said almost on instinct. “I don’t work like you humans do. The closest thing I can think of is a professional fighter. But then I’ve only fought in a tournament named after myself, so that should tell you the extent of my skill.”
“And the size of your ego...” the Syntech staff member muttered under his breath.
Cell glowered. “I heard that.”
The attendant cleared his throat and suppressed an embarrassed smile. He tapped the tablet and a small hovering camera rose up to shoulder height, its lens on the bio-android. “OK, we just need to take a quick promo video and you can head off to the pre-show area of the tournament!”
“So what do you want from me?” Cell asked.
The attendant shrugged. “Say something cool, or show off, or whatever you like, really. They will show this footage to promote you.”
“Say no more. Roll the camera.”
“And we’re rolling,” the Syntech employee confirmed.
Cell brought his full power to the surface, coating his body in a flowing cloak of yellow light. The shockwave of the sudden jump in strength knocked the camera off kilter for a moment, but it recalibrated and stabilised.
“I’m Cell, the perfect life form and the perfect warrior,” he said, grinning all the while. “This isn’t even my final form and I’ll still wipe the floor with anyone who gets in my way!”
Once the attendant confirmed the information one last time to an exasperated Cell, he led the new contestant to the teleportation pad. The bio-android gave the human one last withering look and stepped onto the plate, vanishing from the balmy island tent.
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