DBZ X-Readers, Vol. 2

Cell x Reader Pt. 12 'Flights of Fancy'

It was both relief and worry.

Krillin and Trunks seemed wary, but they were also nice. They seemed to understand your situation regarding Gero and your unwilling part in everything. You'd told them everything--everything except the fact that you'd eaten people. Somehow you didn't think they would be so friendly if they knew that you'd done that.

You ended up going with Krillin to see this woman Bulma, and her father, whom he talked up as being the people to bring the blueprints to.

"I'm (y/n)," you said--once he'd assured her that you weren't dangerous, "Krillin's...been telling me that you and your father could get something from the schematics of 17 and 18?"

"Well, if anyone can, it's us," she replied, "Though with you working for Gero, you might come in handy as well. Did you participate in the experiments on these two?"

"No. That was already done by the time I got into the picture, bombs and everything already in place. They seemed standoffish at best, and I'm sure Gero encouraged that." It wasn't entirely the truth. But really, you couldn't be blamed for being afraid of the two of them, considering the things they did once released.

"What about Cell?" Krillin asked, "What do you know about him?"

Your mind responded to this question rather oddly.

He can't bear more than six hours of silence in a 24-hour period. He likes music being played for him. His genetics have been fine-tuned, redone, and fine-tuned yet again. He's rough when he deems it necessary, but it's not like he's doing it maliciously or anything. You wouldn't call him evil--he's just a beast.

What you actually said was, "You're going to have to be more specific than that."

"Did you work on his genetic structure or anything like that?" Bulma's father spoke that time.

"No," you replied, "Well, in a way, but not like you're probably thinking. I'm...somewhat of a guinea pig regarding him. If it worked on me, I'm guessing Gero figured it would work on Cell."

"And the tail works?"

"Yes, it does."

"I'd ask why you didn't just leave, but I think I can safely guess that you didn't feel it would be an exemplary life choice."

"No," you replied, shaking your head, "He told me that he put a bomb in me, same as he did them. I don't know where theirs are attached, but mine is right on my heart."

"Well, in any case," Bulma said, "Dad, will the blueprints help?"

"Oh, yes, they certainly will! With the specifications on their bombs, I'll be able to make a detonator. Easy work, but it will be tedious. Simple doesn't always mean fast, unfortunately."

"Let's get a look at your bomb, then." Bulma nodded to you. "It doesn't look like any papers were left around regarding you, however, so we'll have to be a little careful."

"He wouldn't have left them around," you replied with a shrug, "He wouldn't want me stumbling onto them."

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The bomb was, in fact, not all that big.

It had been situated just under the collarbone, and looked something like a pacemaker. They'd agreed to remove it, and that's just what had happened. Not wanting to risk handling it wrong, Bulma had called in both a cardiac surgeon and what you assumed was some kind of bomb technician. It seemed that Gero's name was almost all it took for the situation to become clear to them--although you'd insisted on keeping your tail hidden.