Dragon Ball Z Oneshots!

Perfect! Cell X (Photographer!Introvert!Brench-Sejin!) Reader

Introvert- Anti-social, or not wanting to be in areas where you are required to do shit.

OK, so I feel like it's been a minute since I've wrote a oneshot. SoooOOOoo here's this. XD

Also, the reason Cell is only Perfect! is because Cell is perfect, meaning he has a lot of different traits. Plus he is a villain, so that makes this a lot easier for me.

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Your P.O.V.

I pout with my arms crossed as I walk out of the ZTV building. My darkly shaded (f/c) baseball cap hiding some of my face, yet shielding my (cold/warm) (e/c) eyes from the blinding sun. With a sigh, my matching baggy jacket sways as I walk quickly to my car, making it out of the busy streets. I pull on the door handle, nearly hitting a cyclist as he zooms by. I only roll my eyes and sit down on the leather material.

When the door to my sleek, black car closes, the silence makes my ears rings softly. I ignore it, and lay back on the chair. My eyes shut softly before a gear in my head shifts.. "Damn it.." I mumble, realizing my task now. Slowly, I, what feels like it, peel my eyelids open and stare at the street in front of me. Sadly, I have to leave the comfort of my small little car sooner or later to drive all the way up to the damn arena on the other side of North City. Sighing, I grip the steering wheel after gently brushing a (color) strand of my hair out of my face and behind my ear. Some strands have come loose from my messy braid.

After having gripped the steering wheel for a good five minutes and staring at someone's bumper stickers, I finally decide to start up my vehicle. It starts smoothly, with only a small hum to get it going. A smirk comes to my face as my (light/dark) (f/c) hands leave marks in the wheel as I pull away. When I make a left, I read the sign a few minutes past. 'North City, 5 Miles.' I know I'm about to die.

Cell's P.O.V.

Standing in the very center of my arena, I cross my arms and close my eyes. "Honestly," I begin to think out loud, "I don't think I should have made this an open invite with the exact pin-point coordinates." I laugh at my own stupidity. I may be perfect, but some of the most perfect people make mistakes, am I right?

Anyways.. Standing in my statue-worthy position, I hear the noise of something scraping against the arena's cold, stone floor. My eyes flick open, and I see a small paper only a few stone slabs away from my position. When I try to read it, my squinting eyes can't see shit with such small print.

In a few seconds, the double sided paper is in my hand. It was the size of average loose-leaf paper, but with print the size of mice feet and subtopics and headings as readable as chicken scratch. It was mostly like that because of the condition. But soon, my perfect, magenta eyes are able to decode the horrible bolded and italic print. I begin to read aloud to myself.

" 'New photographer is hired for ZTV Magazines! (Y/n) (M/n) (L/n) is one of the highest ranked photographers of her home town back in Nikki Town, and now here in the big cities! Her work has been put on the covers of magazines, books, logos, and even billboards. Making little money, though, ZTV decided to give this girl a wonderful chance. Now that she has taken it, the girl lawfully speaks.' " I take a breath and pause; For some reason I wanted to know about this girl. My eyes swept past some pictures before some quoted and italic dialogue. There were two pictures. One was of Nikki town and it's tall buildings, with busy streets filled with cars and bustling people. I sighed at the sight of the sunset, the large star just barely seen from behind a large building. Just as quickly as I sigh, I shake my head in disapproval. Suddenly, my eyes fall to the second picture. It was of (Y/n), I was guessing. The female's skin was a (light/dark) shade of (f/c), and her eyes were [a] gleaming shade(s) of (e/c). In the picture, she was holding the camera herself, and she was taking it in a room, presumably her bedroom. Her eyes were open, and she had a peace sign made with her fingers just below her cheek. The girls cheeks were (clear/freckled), making her look outstanding and (confident/shy). Her (color) hair was tied into a tight messy bun, with little pieces of hair flying here and there. "Wow." I say in astonishment. Obviously this girl wasn't human, but what was she? I continue to scan the paper to see if I can crack out any more crucial or random details. " 'The young Brench-Sejin, or so she claims, speaks.'