Dimension Hopping

Beach House

Cell looked around the island and felt the warm summer breeze. He knew that Earth's fighters would look for him when they needed him the most, until then all he had to do was train. He then looked at the mansion in the island.

“How could you afford this place?” Pickchu smiled at Cell's question, he puffed his chest with pride and chuckled all smugly.

“I worked with the richest woman for three years. She said that and making you not kill everybody was worth a favor so she gave me her beach house.” Pickchu kneeled down, pulled from his back his red backpack and then picked two sets of keys. He hands him a copy and Cell looked him weirdly. “What?” Asked Pickchu.

“Why do you want to lock the door? I barely rest so if anything happens, I will eliminate the treat.” Pickchu huffed and put the two copies in the backpack again. He grabbed his heavy luggage and attempted to climb the white stairs of the basically glass house. Cell let the bunny carry it himself while he didn't pull any weight and just squeaked all his way to the door. The bio android could see a little boat. “We don't need that.”

Pickchu rested on a step and looked at where Cell was looking. He huffed and responded.

“Well, what if I need to fish or go to town to buy stuff.” Cell answered matter of fatly.

“I will take you.”

“Cell.” Pickchu rested his chin on top of his own luggage. “I can't depend on you. Not for everything. I need to do stuff on my own too or we will hate each other.” Cell crossed his arms, looking disgusted.

“How do you know?” Pickchu went back to struggle with his luggage.

“That is how people are. No matter how much you like someone, being all the time together will ruin any relationship.” Cell picked the luggage, making it slip out of Pickchu's hands.

“But I want to spend all my time with you.” Pickchu sighed and started walking.

“You want to train too, don't you?” Cell nodded. Pickchu didn't see it and continue talking. “I won't train. I already am training in art.” Cell watched the bunny open the door. Pickchu turned and smiled. “But wouldn't mind that you teach me how to fly. That would be exciting.” Cell chuckled and closed his eyes as he got into the beach house first. Cell looked for a room and found a matrimonial bed and tossed the luggage on top. He walked back, looking for his art teacher and found him moving furniture in a room.

“The décor is tacky but you don't need to remodel already, Pick second.” Pickchu smiled and opened his arms wide.

“This is gonna be your, no, OUR art room. We will have to do all the art here.” Cell came and helped out with his super strenth.

“Why do we need a room to do art?” They were cleaning the room and putting the furniture else where.

“Well, that is how things are. It gets you in a mood of making every time you start. You find everything there too.” Pickchu sounded so happy and excited. Cell had a crocked smirk on his face.