A/N: As everyone prepares for the upcoming Cella Games, Cella finds herself with some strange visitors coming to her Tournament.

On Top of the Lookout, Groudon, Kyogre were standing out there with Logan and Frostwing. The reason to why was just before the two arrived, Groudon and Kyogre had gotten finished with their training, but, Vegeta ran into the room before they even could. Now they've been standing out there for a while. Sometime later: You and Frieza soon showed up for your eventual turn.

(Y/N): odd, I thought you guys would've been in the chamber.

Logan: we were about to go in.

Groudon: however, your bitching wife charged right into the room and has been in there for just about how long.

Kyogre: kinda lost count after the first 10 hours.

Frieza: of course that old grouchy widow's peak would be too impatient to just wait.

(Y/N): guess we're gonna have to wait longer then.

Frostwing: wait... I've been counting out from the time that she first walked into that room.

Logan: and?

Frostwing: we've been standing here a lot longer than we thought.

Logan: how long's it been then?

Frostwing: It's been three days!

(Y/N): oh dear god.

Logan: she's been in that room for 3 days now?!

Mr. Popo: oh. I muted the time dilation in the chamber. One day out here is now one day in there.

(Y/N): You can seriously do that? Why?

Mr. Popo: because f**k 'im.

Frostwing: wow, you really like screwin' with people, don't you?

Mr. Popo: hmm. Of course, her first mistake was going in alone.

Kyogre: why, is that bad?

(Meanwhile, in The Hyperbolic Time Chamber).

Vegeta was losing her mind from being alone in said chamber for three days.

Vegeta: they called me crazy... They all called me crazy and stupid for letting her achieve her perfect form! Well, guess what? I'm gonna get out of here, I'm going to be so much stronger! NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO STOP ME! ESPECIALLY CELLA! RIGHT, NAPPA?!

She asked as she looked at a volleyball with a crude drawing of Nappa's face on it holding on a broom which soon fell down.

Vegeta: How... HOW DARE YOU?!

She screamed and turned Super Saiyan.

(Quick Timeskip).

Out on the Lookout, you all soon looked to the direction of the door to the chamber as Vegeta exited it, all bloody with his clothes tattered.

Vegeta: ...showed him.

(Y/N): O_O

Frieza:........................

(Meanwhile).

Cella was just standing in the middle of her ring, waiting for any challengers, all while talking to herself.

Perfect Cella: here it is. The final days before the end of the world.

She soon gave a light chuckle as someone was showing up.

Perfect Cella: I should probably take in the calm before...

???: ho....holy crap! Urameshi, look at this girl's head!

Perfect Cella: oh thank god, I was getting bored.

She said as she looked behind over her shoulder to see two people approaching her. One was a person by the name of Kazuma Kuwabara. The other was Yusuke Urameshi, who had jumped right onto the Cella Games ring.

Yusuke: hey bug lady! What's your deal? Are you a demon, a monster or just some dickhead in a costume?

Perfect Cella: hm...... Technically all of the above. But more importantly, I'm the dickhead who's going to murder a couple of street toughs for daring to approach my arena for the Cella Games!....... presented by Hetap.

She said all of that while she turned to face him. Yusuke then tossed off his jacket.

Yusuke: well excuse us, chin strap, we were under the impression that your little tournament was an open invite. And between you and me, I don't like to pass up invitations on tournaments. Or to kick evil guys' asses.

Kuwabara: yeah! Even when they're threatenin' to destroy the world! Wait, I mea.... I mean *especially*! *Especially when*!....... You know, I think Hiei might have saved the other one.

Yusuke: don't hurt yourself, man.

Perfect Cella: I see. It seems my tournament has attracted some unintended participants. Then tell me, my ferocious teenage combatants: what do you bring to the table?

Yusuke: with a single blast from my finger, I can turn a S-rank demon into a pile of ash!

He said all while pointing his finger at her.

Yusuke: Or shoot little potshots between the goalposts on your head.

Kuwabara: and I have a sword!

An orange light glowed in Kuwabara's hands before a glowing sword appeared.

Kuwabara: It uh....... cuts through..... dimensions and..... suff.

Perfect Cella: mmhm. Very Impressive, kids. Now, which one can blow up a planet.

Yusuke looked at Cella with a confused.

Yusuke: I, uhh..... what?

Perfect Cella: the gun or the sword! Which one could literally erase the planet from existence? Because I can do *That* with a finger.

(Yet she required two hands to do it later).

Yusuke, who already got his jacket back on, swung a bag over his back and turned away.

Yusuke: Kuwabara, grab your crap. We're going back to Genkai's.

Kuwabara: yeah! Whatever! You're not even worth it, bug lady! Heh!

Yusuke: pompous green bitch, I'll show you what my middle finger can do...

Perfect Cella: they're going to have to take the bus home. 'Cause They're kids.

(Timeskip).

Later on in the day, Cella was still standing in the middle of the ring as someone with big spiky red, black and yellow hair approached her. This person was Yami Yugi.

Yami: Perfect Cella!

Cella seemed to have been asleep as she opened her eyes and looked to him.

Perfect Cella: oh, wha.... who, what?

Yami: I've come to duel you! And end this madness!

Perfect Cella: good lord, with hair like that, I bet you've never lost a game of "who's the protag?"

Yami Yugi smirked.

Yami: I hail from ancient Egypt. A long since buried Pharaoh, I once ruled over the land. Commanding magicians, Dragons, the very ground beneath your feet!

Perfect Cella: alright! I'm actually getting a little excited now!

Yami Yugi soon held up his deck of cards and placed them in his duel disk.

Yami: I was unrivaled in my time. And now I stand here in modern day as King! So, Perfect Cella, do you accept my challenge? Or do you bow to the whims of my majesty?

Perfect Cella: Finally, Someone who *gets it*! Ebb forth your divine providence, mighty Pharaoh! And let us upheave the land in our *battle*!

Yami: then it's time to d-d-d-d- d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-duel!

There was pause for a moment.

Yami: wh....... where's your deck?

Perfect Cella: my d-d-d-d- d-d-d-d-deck?

Yami: yes, your deck! Also, the hologram projectors! What, are we gonna do this analog? Because I mean I can, but we're gonna have to get a little closer.

Perfect Cella:...... is this a prank? Which one is it? Ashton or Jamie? Oh please, don't tell me it's Bam Margera....

Yami: I'm trying to duel you! In Duel Monsters.

Perfect Cella: Duel.... Monsters? What exactly is that? I've heard of Pocket Monsters. Basically just another name for the creatures all over this planet that people seem to own.

Yami: it's a children's card game! Ancient Egyptians loved it!

Perfect Cella: F**k, I'm down! How do we play?

(Timeskip).

It was now nighttime as the two had been playing for a while.

Yami: what do you mean I can't use Monster Reborn?!

Perfect Cella: yup, right here, the rulebook you game me: "Monster Reborn has been tournament illegal since 2004." I mean, It's been off and on since then, but it's........ it's currently forbidden, so...

Yami: but, this isn't a tournament....!

Perfect Cella: isn't it? Is it not?

She said as she reminded him that they were sitting in the middle of a tournament ring.

Yami: fine. Then I play Pot of Greed!

Perfect Cella: also banned!

Yami: what?!

Perfect Cella: 2005.

Yami: Then Brain Control!

Perfect Cella: 2010~!

Yami: Slider the Sky.....!

Perfect Cella: all God cards are banned!

(I know damn well he's got monsters and cards that aren't banned from tournaments and I haven't even played the game or watched the anime).2

Yami: f**k you!

Perfect Cella: also it's *eight* thousand life points, not four. No idea where you got that from.

(The Manga and the Anime).

Her life points went up to 8000.

Yami: you're full of shit! I'm taking my Millennium Puzzle and teenage boy's body and going home!

Perfect Cella: also, it's cheating to have someone else help you during a game. Byeeee~!

(Hypocrisy from her will come in a much later time).

Perfect Cella: that's a deep voice for a 14 year old, my god.

(The next day).

Cella was back to standing in the middle of the ring again. However a voice from behind her soon caught her attention.

???: hey ugly

She looked around for a moment before the voice spoke again.

???: hey, I'm talking to you!

She looked over her shoulder to see two men there. Ryu and Ken.

Perfect Cella: me? I'm sorry, I heard "ugly" and I assumed you MUST be talking to someone else.

She said while fully turning around to face them.

Ryu: beauty, is in the fight of the beholder.

Ken: name's Ken masters, and this is Ryu. You're the six and a half foot tall pain in our butts who's threating to destroy the world, aren't you?

Perfect Cella: 6'8, actually. By your get ups, I'm assuming you're here to challenge me.

Ryu: the truth lies in the heart of battle.

Perfect Cella:......

Ken: eh, d....don't pay attention to that. It's just how he communicates.

Ryu: the only ay warriors can TRULY communicate is with our fists!

Perfect Cella: what about our.... MOUTHS.

Ken: stand back, Ryu..... I'm gonna take the first and ONLY round.

Ken got got into a battle stance.

Perfect Cella: hooh boy, excellent! Then let us begin!

The round began with Ken moving close to Cella to try and deliver a Shippu Jinraikyaku.

Ken: Shippu Jinraikyaku!

However, Cella blocked the attack. He kept trying to land a kick, but, Cella kept blocking.

Ken:........ uh, hey Ryu? Uh, you wanna.....

Perfect Cella: Shoryukrn!

She yelled as she landed a massive upper cut to Ken, sending him to the sky.

Ryu: Ken, no!

Ryu then spazzed out as a purple aura surrounded him before he feel to his knees and held his head.

Ryu: the.... The Dark Hado! It's coming out! I..... can't...... control it! It's going to..... overtake me!

From what Cella was seeing, he was just on his knees and holding his head.

Perfect Cella:............... have you tried praying it away?

Ryu: consciousness..... losing...... consciousness..... Fading into..... darkness....

There was a pause.

Perfect Cella: well, at least someone finally threw a punch....

Ryu had suddenly turned into his Evil form.

Perfect Cella: !

Evil Ryu: EEEEEEEEGH!

Perfect Cella: AAAAAAAAGH!

Evil Ryu charged Cella as things turned to black and all that was seen was the clashings made from punches coming into contact with someone. When things cleared, it was shown that Cella had won, doing Evil Ryu's usual pose he does when he wins.

Perfect Cella:............................ WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!

Ken had soon finally landed on the ground.

(The Next Day).

Cella was standing in a certain spot of the ring this time rather than the middle. All while she was humming "Escape from the city" that's usually played in certain Sonic games. Before she knew it, a blue blur ran behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see.

Perfect Cella: what in the blue blazes?

She soon saw Sonic the Hedgehog stop a few feet from where she was looking.

Sonic: hey there! Sonic The Hedgehog's the name, speed's my game!

Knuckles: and I'm the Echidna, Knuckles!

Perfect Cella: say his name and he shall...

Knuckles: and unlike him, I don't chuckle.

He said while he was pointing to Sonic next to him.

Perfect Cella: ha!

Sonic: now, ya big bad BeetleBorg, we'll give you one chance to high-tail it before we have to take you down!

Knuckles: yeah! Either cut the crap, or we'll beat it out of ya!

Perfect Cella: really, what's the hedgehog gonna do? Give me rabies?

Sonic: I challenge you to a race, Cella. If you lose, then you gotta leave the planet, and NEVER come back.

Perfect Cella: ah, a test of speed, then....

Suddenly, another Cella appeared behind Sonic

(Clone 1) Perfect Cella: don't mind me, I'm just occupying multiple space at once.

Sonic: h....how are you.....

(Clone 1) Perfect Cella: with MY speed. There's also a third one selling chilli dogs outside the ring.

She said as she pointed to the second clone, who was selling a chilli dog to Knuckles.

Sonic: that's impossible.

(Clone 1) Perfect Cella: no, you're too slow.

She said in a sassy tone!

Perfect Cella: what's impossible is how anyone could mistake THAT thing for an echidna.

Knuckles was about to eat the chili dog, but, he got pissed and tossed it aside, ready for a fight.

Knuckles: oh, I am gonna stomp a mudhole in your ass and walk it dry now...

The second clone slammed her arm down on him and knocked him deep into the ground.

Knuckles: ow.....

Sonic: Knuckles! I have no choice now.... I'll have to use..... the Emeralds!

He saw that they weren't in his possession.

Perfect Cella: hmph, you mean the Chaos Emeralds?

She asked snarkingly as she made them levitate around her. Sonic was stammering in disbelief from this before running off.

Knuckles: wait, hold on, I'm your ride! Aww, man!

He soon giggled nervously.

Knuckles: sorry, I'm uh.... not as..... fast as him. Uh, hang on.

He started jumping and gliding away. Cella soon smirked before moving her hand, making the Emeralds levitate away.

Perfect Cella: kids, there's nothing cooler than being hugged by someone you like.

(You're not Jaleel White, Cella, stop trying).

As Knuckles continued to jump and glide away, Frostwing was on a far off distant rock to observe for a bit.

Frostwing: I think had that been the one from Archie comics, I don't think I could be able to find a trace of Cella afterwards.

A few hours later on the same day, Cella was approached by a man wearing a blue jacket looking thing with an orange-ish clothing with a piece of metal covering one of his shoulders. This was the man named Kenshiro.

Perfect Cella: oh goody! It's...... this guy.

Kenshiro didn't respond as he kept walking a few more feet before stopping and looking at Cella.

Perfect Cella: so then, Road Warrior, how can Ms. Perfect Cella help you?

Kenshiro then cracked his knuckles.

Perfect Cella: so, a man of few words. I can respect tha.......

Kenshiro: hey!

Perfect Cella: okay, just cut me off then, that's cool....

Kenshiro: bugwoman.

Perfect Cella's mind: I swear, It's like I didn't make my name clear on the news.

Perfect Cella: homeless man.

Kenshiro: the meat part of you, your muscles.... Is that bug meat? Or man meat?

Perfect Cella: are we talking percentage? Because at LEAST thirty percent if we include....

Kenshiro: I don't care for man meat.

Perfect Cella:......................................................................................................................................... Look, you clearly got off the wrong bus stop, so why don't you.....

Kenshiro then yelled as his shirt ripped

Perfect Cella: okay, but WHY though?

Kenshiro: Sho!

He charged at Cella and landed a flurry of hits on her while letting out a yell.

Kenshiro: Rrata-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta! Atoh! Atoh! Awa-wa-wa-wa-wa.

Cella seemed to smirk as this went on. He eventually stopped after all that.

Kenshiro: my god, how did you know I was deathly, allergic to TICKLING?

She soon let out a laugh before Kenshiro spoke again.

Kenshiro: Omae wa mou shindeiru.

Perfect Cella: wait, what?

Kenshiro: you're already dead.

Cella started laughing again. However, this was soon cut off when she suddenly let out a scream and the top of her body exploded. Some of her blood getting on kenshiro as a result. Cella quickly regrew the top half of her body as she groaned in pain.

Perfect Cella: augh! Christ! DID ANYONE ALREADY TELL YOU YOU'RE ALREADY AN ASSHOLE?!

Kenshiro: are you going to..... eat that?

He said before pointing to her dismembered arm from when her top half was destroyed.

Perfect Cella: no. No, I am not.

Kenshiro: well..... may I?

Perfect Cella: sure.... Make it your last meal. Because after that, you're *dead*!

Kenshiro: no, you are, already. Again.

She screamed as her body exploded again, getting blood on Kenshiro again.

(TimeSkip).

After Kenshiro had finally left, Cella was finally left to herself for a few hours, still a little pissed about that, but, tries to keep her composure as she sees two newcomers. A boy with brown hair with a weird looking white skinned and black haired demon. The boy was Light Yagami. With him was a Shinigami named Ryuk.

Perfect Cella: oh, what am I hearing right now and can I buy it on Amazon?

Light: "Perfect Cella", Huh? What a joke.

Perfect Cella: well, hello there, young man. Do you need help with your thesis? Well, here's a hypothesis for you.

As she was saying that, Light took out the Death Note and began writing.

Perfect Cella: "Cella will kill me if I don't turn my men's warehouse-looking ass around and march out of her ring!" For Evidence: I provide this Patrat.

She said before blasting a random Patrat.

Perfect Cella: the conclusion is: yes, I will kill you.

Light had finished writing Cella's name in the Death Note.

Perfect Cella: did you get that one down?

Light: I am no mere schoolboy. You're speaking to the god of the new world.

(Not gonna be the only time hearing that one).

Perfect Cella: wow! OK! And I thought It was a little gaudy when *I* said it. Then suddenly Justin Timberlake straddles up to his tie too tight and locks so luscious. That for the ladies, or do you go to an all-boys school and meet with the other students behind the bleachers?

Light: hmmm.....

Perfect Cella: naw, but seriously, why are you here? Taking photos for snapchat? "Well, come here, fam, let's get lit! Get in here, We'll take some selfies! First one will be serious. Second one, we'll make a funny face and put a sweet filter on it! An.......

Suddenly, her heart stopped.

Perfect Cella: did you..... did one of my hearts just stop??

Light gave out a choked gasp.

Perfect Cella: did you just use a magical notebook given to you by a death god to give me a heart attack?

Light soon looked to Ryuk, who apparently had the face of Willem Dafoe for some reason. Right before the two got blasted by Cella.

Perfect Cella: ah, damn it, I should have said "Zac Efron".

(Meanwhile).

Logan and Frostwing were training with one another inside of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. The two traded blow after blow. As this went on, Logan started noticing something with Frostwing.

Logan: hm....

Frostwing: huh?

Logan: I know there's something up with you.

Frostwing: who me? Don't be silly. I'm fine.

He said with a nervous laugh. And as he threw a punch, Logan caught it.

Logan: I know when you're lying Frostwing. You tend to be a little nervous about it when you are lie.

Frostwing: .........

He soon sighed in defeat.

Frostwing: you're right.

Logan: what exactly is it that's the problem?

Frostwing: it's....... about Cella.

Logan: what do you mean? Are you nervous about fighting her or something?

Frostwing: not..... Necessarily.

Logan: then what is it?

Frostwing soon had a small blush on his face as he tried to get the proper words out.

Logan: on dear god, don't tell me that you have a thing for her do you?

Frostwing:.............

Logan: oh my god, you seriously are?!

Frostwing: yes......

Logan: okay, question: HOW?!

Frostwing: well....... I think it was my interactions with her that she seems to be playful at place.

Logan: I wouldn't exactly say playful. I'd put it as dicking around.

Frostwing: she seems a little flirty with me.

Logan: and that drew you to her?

Frostwing: well, to an extent. But, think about it, if she has some sort of attraction to me, maybe I could try to do some sort of convincing.

Logan: how do we even know that will work?

Frostwing: well, I mean...... never can really know until we try.... right?

Logan: let me guess, you already tried doing that as well.

Frostwing: oh for god's sake!

Logan: so that's where you went before we started training in the flat plains.

Frostwing: look, I tried to reason with her so no one has to die here. But she didn't even listen or consider.

Logan sighed.

Logan: Frostwing, I really don't think she's much of a person to listen.

Frostwing: I suppose......

He said as he looked down.

Logan:............... but hey, who knows? I could be wrong after all.

He looked back up to him.

Frostwing: maybe.

Logan: let's get back to training for now.

Frostwing: right.

He said as the two got into battle stances.

Logan: just one more thing though.

Frostwing: hm?

Logan: you haven't brought up you flirting with Queen Cold around Frieza, have you?

Frostwing: oh no, she would definitely not let me hear the end of it.

Logan: okay good. Just wanting to make sure. We've got Cella as a problem already. I don't think we need a pissed off Frieza either.1

Frostwing: yeah. O_O

(The Next Day).

As Cella was, of course, standing in the middle of her ring, she soon thought of something.

Perfect Cella's mind: a Theme song. A BADASS theme song for MY Cella Games: Presented by HETAP. I wonder, could they get me JAM Project? Well, on this short of time frame.... What day is it, anyway?

Suddenly, a Cyborg by the name of Genos appeared and landed on the ring. As did a bald human in a re and yellow suit with a white cape appeared with him.

Genos: master, I believe we have arrived.

Perfect Cella: oh my g...... I'm a sun dial for pests!

Saitama: I'm surprised you even found this place, Genos. The heck does 28KS.5mean?

Perfect Cella: I needed to be specific. I needed to be WAY more specific with my message.

Saitama: hi, I'm Saitama, Hero for fun, or.... well...... I mean I'm technically employed by the Hero Association, but, uhh....

Genos: he's here to end your miserable life, *Monster*!

Saitama: yeah, what the Cyborg said.

Perfect Cella: ah good. And *how* are you going to do that? Stop one of my hearts, blow my torso up or play me in a children's card game? Which, admittedly, was actually kinda fun.

Saitama: I was thinking about punching you, actually.

Perfect Cella: oh...... well, as long as it's not keeping you from your chemotherapy.

She said as her reflection could be seen from his clear bald head.

Genos: master! Allow me to take point.

Saitama: you sure about that, Geny? You kinda know how this goes, right?

He asked as he looked at him squinted eyed.

Genos: I recently received several performance upgrades from the genius, Dr. Kuseno. I assure you, this first attack....

He soon charged at Cella.

Genos: ....will be the finishing blow!

Once he got close to her, Cella swatted him away into a nearby cliff.

Perfect Cella & Saitama: oh wow, who saw that one coming?

They both said at the same time, sarcastically.

Perfect Cella & Saitama: Ha! You owe me HETAP.

Perfect Cella & Saitama: Ha!! You own me Two HETAPS!

They both sighed.

Perfect Cella: how about you, Caillou? You wanna throw that "punch" now?

Saitama: oh, I just tag along with him. I'm actually gonna wait for the tournament. If there's a bunch of strong guys showing up, I don't want to miss it.

Perfect Cella: well, then, *Caped Baldy*, if you want me to be, literally *the first person to follow the rules I set* then the tournament it is.

Saitama: you bet, cockroach queen. But, don't be surprised if I hit a little harder than Genos.

Perfect Cella: oh, I'm looking forward to it.

Saitama: you and me both.

Perfect Cella: I'll see you, *tomorrow*.

Saitama: dang right you..... wait, tomorrow?

Perfect Cella: yes.

Saitama: as in, *tomorrow* tomorrow?

Perfect Cella: the f**king Sabbath, yes!

Saitama: oh jeez, no can do then. There's a sale going on at the grocery tomorrow and our pantry is lookin' *pretty* barren. If I don't hit it up, we're just leaving money on the table. Let's just do it Monday.

Perfect Cella: you're joking. If I win the tournament.

She soon scoffed.

Perfect Cella: *when* I win the tournament, there won't *be* a Monday.

Saitama: nah, it'll be fine. Now uh, don't mind me, I'm gonna go grab Genos.

He soon took off and went to go get Genos.

Perfect Cella: that's it? Seriously?

He was soon gone.

Perfect Cella:...... I feel like I'm not the only one being blue-balled right now.

(Timeskip).

3 Teens were walking in the direction of the Cella Games. It was the Pokémon trainers: Ash, Misty and Brock.

Misty: I feel like we're lost, as usual.

Brock: hey, I'm not the one who lost the map. Sure would be nice if we had some kind of *mobile* device that could tell us where we are.

Pikachu: Pii...

Ash: nope! Just this mobile device that tells us what Pokémon are! Which is really more important!

Pikachu: Pika!

Misty: hey, look over there! Is that a woman?

Ash: wow! She sure is tall...

Brock: guys, that definitely doesn't look like a human. I think that might be a Pokémon!

Pikachu: Pikachu!

Ash: oh wow! Time to use my trusty Pokédex!

Pokédex: "Data not found."

Ash: huh?!

Misty: and technology has failed us...

As that was going on, Cella opened her eyes and turned her head to the 3.

Perfect Cella: Excuse me! Children, over there!

Ash: It can talk?!

Misty: Just like Meowth!

Perfect Cella: are you here for the tournament? Because people keep showing up early to fight me, and honestly, it's really starting to get old. I mean, I set a date. The least people could do is wait for it...

Ash: you guys, I'm gonna' battle it!

Perfect Cella: Oh, well, I guess that answers that question.

Ash: Let's see... I can't tell what type it is, so let's try...

He pulled out a PokeBall and tossed it.

Ash: Squirtle, GO!

The PokeBall let out Ash's Squirtle.

Squirtle: Squirtle!

Perfect Cella: wait, so *you're* not going to fight me?

Ash: of course not! This is a Pokémon battle! Pokémon vs. Pokémon!

Perfect Cella: Ah shit.... So this is what we're doing now is it?

Ash: Squirtle, she's distracted! Use Water Gun!

Squirtle: Squirtle! Squirt!

Squirtle shot a stream of water from his mouth at Cella, splashing her in water and getting her wet.

Perfect Cella: well, today has been rather muggy, so... thanks?

Ash: oh no! It didn't have any effect!

Perfect Cella: So, do I just... I'm just going to attack back, is that OK?

Ash: Squirtle, use Skull Ba....!

Perfect Cella: ha!

She yelled as she fired a Kamehameha at Squirtle.

Squirtle: SQUIRT!

Squirtle hid inside his shell to try and protect him from the beam, and when the smoke cleared, the shell was shown with some scratches.

Ash: that was *Solar Beam*!

Perfect Cella: did you say Solar Flare? Because that's a totally~ dif.....

Ash: no wonder water didn't work on her! She's a GRASS-type Pokémon!

He said as he called Squirtle back to his PokeBall.

Perfect Cella: All right, this seems a lot like that card game the boy with the leather pants played with me. Is this Duel Monsters? 'Cause it feels like Duel Monsters.

Ash then sent his Charizard.

Ash: Charizard, GO~!

Perfect Cella: whoa, is that a friggin' dragon with a flaming tail?! 'Cause I'm gonna be honest, THAT'S pretty metal!

Brock: actually, it's neither a steel-type, NOR a dragon-type!

Cella frowned from that.

Ash: Charizard! Use Flamethrower!

Charizard roared and shot a stream of fired at Cella. Once the fire disappeared, she was shown not damaged from the flames.

Perfect Cella: well, now I'm dry so, good job. Managed to give me a steam bath.

Ash: Fire wasn't effective either! Man, nothing I do is fazing it!

Perfect Cella: The name's Cella, by the way! Could have at least ASKED before you started throwing critters at me.

Ash: You're pretty strong... But Pikachu and I have fought more battles than I can count!

Pika: Pii!

Perfect Cella: not a high number, I'm sure.

Ash: and if there's anyone that can beat you, it's him. Go, Pika.....!

He was soon cut off by the arrival of Team Rocket. They were speaking from the speakers of the Balloon that looks like Meowth.

Jessie: Not so fast, twerps!

James: we're here, we're queer, get used to it!

Jessie: wrong time, wrong place, James...

James: sorry, Jessie, sorry! Let's just... start the thing.

Jessie: Prepare for trouble!

James: And make it double!

Jessie: To protect the world from devastation!

James: To unite all peoples within our nation!

Cella and Ash started talking over them as they were still going.

Perfect Cella: oK, *what the f**k* is this fever dream?!

Jessie: to denounce the evils of truth and love!

Ash: those guys are here to steal my Pikachu!

James: to extend our reach to the stars above!

Perfect Cella: OK, so you *know* these guys.

Ash: yeah! They're....

Jessie: Jessie!

James: James~!

Jessie: Team Rocket blas.....!

Cella shot a ki blast, which made a hole in their balloon and sent them flying off uncontrollably.

Perfect Cella: Dicks out for THOSE guys, amirite?

Brock: ...are they gonna be OK?

Misty: do you honestly care?

Brock: ...no. I actually don't.

Ash: Alright, then. Back to the Pokémon battle!

Pikachu! I choose.... !

Perfect Cella: oK, all right, real talk? I'm not a Pokémon, OK? And despite me having gone toe to toe with a Legendary and even may have killed some when I was visiting a few towns, but, I honestly don't even know what they are, like, wha.... what IS a Pokémon?

Ash: It's a..."Pocket Monster".

Perfect Cella: are they in your pocket?

Ash: no, they're on my belt. In Pokéballs.

Perfect Cella: then they're not pocket monsters!*They're*... belt monsters.*BALL* monsters! No, no, no, they're *CAPSULE* monsters! And you *duel* with them! So, they're *GODDAMNED Duel* Monsters!

Ash: Th.... then, you're not a Poké.....?

Perfect Cella: no, I am not a goddamn Pokémon! Now get out of here, before I murder you and your little yellow rat! Also, the guy who keeps squinting at me and your ginger girlfriend! Sh-sh-shoo, sh-sh-shoo.

Ash: C'mon, Pikachu. Let's go find us a Pokémon Center.

Pikachu: PIKA~!

Ash and the others walked away and walked to wherever they can find a Pokémon center.

Perfect Cella: oh my God, this is the longest seven days I've ever waited in my life. I should've scheduled it for a Wednesday. Kill everyone on Hump Day! Insult to injury, th.......

She then noticed Shadow Mewtwo high up in the air flying.

Perfect Cella: jeez, look at that Pokémon, looks like it could belong to an emo kid.

Mewtwo then stopped in mid-air as if he heard her. He then looked to her from over his shoulder and spoke to her telepathically from all the way up there.

Shadow Mewtwo: if you know what's good for you, you will keep that constantly running mouth of yours silent before I put you in the place, you disgusting abomination to nature.

He then turned and continued flying.

Perfect Cella:......................................................................... what a dick.

(Meanwhile).

You and Frieza got done with your work out in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

(Y/N): well, nice to see that we're all done with that.

Frieza: no kidding. It looked boring in there.

(Y/N): I have to admit though, you did a lot better in there compared to back on Namek.

Frieza: hm, well, when you don't have rocks or trees to hide behind this time, It makes it makes it easier to get some good hits in.

(Y/N): I know. That's why I got some on you.

Frieza: heh, please, those hits from you weren't nearly as hard as what I dished out.

(Y/N): please, those were merely tickles.

Frieza: oh please, yours weren't any better.

(Y/N): that's not what I heard from you when you gave that quick "ow".

Frieza: that was a sneeze!

(Y/N): mhm. Sure.

Frieza growled with a bit before she saw Vegeta over at the side of the Lookout. Just sitting there, grumbling.

Frieza: and the whiny princess is still sitting over there being a grouchy baby.

You looked over and sighed.

Frieza: as far as I can tell, she's going to be like this for days.

(Y/N): I need to talk with her.

Frieza: are you really positive that she'll even still want to talk with you without throwing a tantrum after what happened between You the other day.

(Y/N): no, still can't hurt for trying. Because the last thing I need is Trunks to grow up without a mother.

Frieza: if anything, Bulma's been taking care of the baby a lot more than Vegeta has at even being around it.

(Y/N): kinda true......

Frieza: but, if you really want to try. No one's gonna stop you.

You soon started walking over to Vegeta. You soon sat right next to her. The Saiyan Princess didn't both looking your direction as she let out a simple sigh.

(Y/N): Vegeta.

Vegeta: ugh.... What? Come to hit and nag at me again?

(Y/N): no, I just want to talk.

Vegeta: about what?

(Y/N): about earlier. I may have gone a little too out of hand.

Vegeta: you punched him hard in the gut to the point where I actually almost bleed internally and you think you MAY have gone a little too far on that? -_-

(Y/N): right.......... Anyway, I just wanted to say sorry for that.

Vegeta: don't bother. It's done and passed now.

Vegeta's mind: yeah, better be sorry.

(Y/N): I only did what I did because of all that happened down then. And not to mention how you've acted towards our son leading up to that moment.

She soon looked to you.

Vegeta: are we really going back to this?

(Y/N): can it really kill you at least try with our son. He's kinda the only child we have. And he literally grew up without us.

Vegeta: how's that my fault for him being a whiny pansy?

(Y/N): -_-

Vegeta: well what the hell do you want me to do? Just suddenly start acting all nice to him?

(Y/N): I'm not saying that. The least I want from you is to at least lay off of him a bit.

Vegeta: ugh..... fine. I'll.............. try.

(Y/N): that's good to hear.

The two of you continued to sit down on the side. As you two did, You lightly moved your hand over Vegeta's. Making the Saiyan Princess look down and blushed just slightly.

Vegeta's mind: "sighs"....... god...... damn it.........

(Timeskip to the last day before the Cella Games).

Cella was standing in the middle of the ring, thinking to herself.

Perfect Cella: ....... I think I'll spare Betty White.

Suddenly, Deadpool had appeared right behind her.

Deadpool: did you know that the mitochondria is your powerhouse?

Cella quickly reacted by landed a massive punch to Deadpool's face, sending him flying into one of the sharp pillars of the ring.

Perfect Cella: Pretty sure I just manslaughtered Spider-Man.

Deadpool: Jesus, really? Gonna drive THAT golden oldie at the start?

Cella looked in surprises as Deadpool was alive after that punch.

Perfect Cella: Hold on, how are you.........

Deadpool: Alive? Ha ha! Mutant, friend-o! Well, "mutate" specifically, but whatever! Lemme properly introduce myself: I'm your deadly neighborhood Deadpool.

Perfect Cella: so you're... so you're one of those "X-Mans"?

Deadpool: ohhhh, no. Noooo, no-no-no-no-no-no-no.

He said while waging his finger in front of her face.

Deadpool: I mean... sure, I help them out from time to time, but that's, like... when the WORLD'S in danger.

Perfect Cella: Zero to pissed in a moment...... my goodness, you have talent.

Deadpool: look, this part of the chapter isn't called "Cella vs The X-Men", okay? It ain't "Cella vs The Avengers", or "Cella vs The Defenders". IT'S DEADPOOL. VERSUS. CELLA. Got it? I took a pay cut to make that happen!

Cella had her hand on her face from what was going on.

Perfect Cella: so was your shtick that you're insane, or just "LAWL, I'M SO RANDOM!!!"

Deadpool chucked for a moment before speaking again.

Deadpool: my "shtick" is that I've been contracted to assassinate your thorax!

Perfect Cella: hmm. The thought of a hired gun never crossed my mind.

Deadpool: Yup! Can't quite give away the identity of my employer, buuuut...

(Flashback).

Deadpool was talking on the phone with a certain bald movie producer.

???: that's right. You murder her, and I will make that Spiderman-Deadpool movie happen.

Deadpool then asked him something.

???: what? No, you won't get Andrew Garfield, he's out. Listen, I'll just get you a hotel room, but it's your job to make that bed rock, okay?

Deadpool replied back.

???: all right. Okay, bye.

After Deadpool soon hung up, the person soon spoke with another familiar person.

???: alright, Mr. Lee, It's happening.

Mr. Lee: Excelsior, Ghost Nappa!

???: I'm not a..... It's been like, a season, dude, come one.

(Back to Present).

Deadpool: guy drives a hard bargain. Also, the pic he gave me? Looks nothing like you.

He said as he held up a picture of Meruem

Perfect Cella: oh, absolutely not.

Deadpool: Now, with introductions out of the way, I'm gonna make you into bug sashimi with these swords!

Perfect Cella: ...swords? Buddy, I've got a boy with lavender hair who can give you a rundown on how poorly that's gonna work out for....

There was a shink sound before she soon realized during her sentence that one of her arms were gone.

Perfect Cella: where is my arm?

Deadpoo: Yoohoo~! ♥

The Merc with a Mouth waved to her by using Cella's slashed off arm.

Perfect Cella: I stand corrected!...also lopsided.

Deadpool: It's called adamantium, Shelley! And it's the sliciest, diciest, mutilatiest metal ever made!

Deadpool soon started using Cella's arm as a microphone as the scene shifted into a quick little stage show thing with his swords in seats.

Deadpool: hey, this is Deadpool with Regis and Kathie Lee! That's the name of the swords, and my cats, who I recently had to put down... with these swords! Also, they weren't cats but feral raccoons........

The scene seemed to have sifted back to what it was before as Deadpool was still standing there with Cella's arm, which he soon tapped on like someone would do with a microphone. Cella then blasted him right in the head, making his body fall to the ground.

Perfect Cella: Five... four... three... two...

He got back up.

Deadpool: okay! That's fair. It's actually not adamantium, it's carbonadium! I deserve that.

She blasted him again as she started humming "hollaback Girl"

Deadpool: GOD DAMN IT! Now listen here, you overgrown Bad Dragon toy....

Cella blasted him once again, getting more of his blood on the ring.

Perfect Cella: gonna have to clean the ring after this...

Deadpool got back up once more.

Deadpool: okay, that's it!

He poofed and reappeared behind Cella to try and slash her, but, she dodged.

Deadpool: I'm pretty sure I'm losing memories of my childhood now, and while I'm more than happy to part with my dear memories of Uncle Mickey and his van, I can't risk losing the first time I touched a boob at chess camp!

Cella regrew a new arm in the spot hers was cut off and grabbed the ends of both of Deadpool's swords.

Perfect Cella: listen, DP. Can I call you DP?

Deadpool: you can call me whatever you want while I'm carving you out like a goddamn tauntaun!

Perfect Cella: DP.......

She broke the ends of his swords.

Deadpool: Ah! My tips!

Perfect Cella: I get what you're going for here. I kill you, you don't die, you make jokes, I kill you again, rinse and repeat. It's not even that funny. So how 'bout you take your swords, your guns and your "references" and........

She soon realizes that Deadpool had slashed off her arms while she was talking. She looked over and saw he was using them as a seat.

Deadpool: ohh, sorry, Shelley, but a job's a job's a job...

He soon did a Wolverine impression.

Deadpool: ...and I'm the best there is at what I do.

He then spoke in his normal voice.

Deadpool: making Arthur AMVs set to Papa Roach! But second to that is killin' dudes, and there ain't no way you're gettin' rid of me until I've murder-lized you good.........

He soon received a call from Wolverine.

Wolverine: Deadpool, come in! We have an emergency!

The Merc gave a nervous chuckle before answering.

Deadpool: sorry, uh, I gotta take this. Work's calling. Give me a moment.

He answered the phone.

Deadpool: Wolvie, buddy! Best friend! Love of my life! Ha ha ha... WHAT DO YOU WANT?!

WOLVERINE: We need you back at the mansion. It's a "Code Phoenix".

Deadpool: Wha...... AGAIN WITH THIS?! It's, like, once a month with this chick! Seriously! A.....at this point, I should make a period joke... but that's below me!2

Wolverine was clearly annoyed.

Wolverine: wade, get here...

He said as she shoved his 3 blades into a desk while still talking on the phone.

Wolverine: or the NEXT TIME I SEE YOU, I'LL.....!!!

The rest of the threat wasn't heard as things shifted back to Deadpool, with whatever Wolverine was saying on the phone being heard to hear. Cella was still standing there as this went on.

Perfect Cella: I'm being very polite here...... I'm being very polite to let you have this conversation right now, I'm very pissed at you......

Deadpool: okay, okay, hold your Timbits™, LLLOOGAN~ I'm on my way. And try not to kill her this time, yeah?

Wolverine: what the fuck did you..... ?!?

Deadpool soon hung up. The Voices in Deadpool's head soon made a comment.

Voice 1: do you think he remembers X3?

Voice 2: Nobody remembers X3.

(Besides, I think people are more pissed at Dark Phoenix now than that).1

Deadpool: okay, so... I gotta go take care of some psychic bitch. Meantime, try not to kill nobody! I mean "anybody". Well, I mean, really... I don't give a shit. I was just here to waste time! Give me a call later! You can find me on Tinder... and Grindr. Oh, and Yelp! I love Mexican. ¡Adios, muchachos! Give Goka my condolences about Superman!

He said as he ran off. Leaving Cella to continue to stand there in the middle of her ring, still armless.

Perfect Cella: ...............no, Betty White's had her time. Wait, is Bea Arthur still alive? I don't think she is.

Deadpool quickly came back and slashed off her head.

Deadpool: SHINK! ONE FOR THE ROAD!

Cella let out a frustrated yell.

Perfect Cella: I HOPE YOUR SEQUEL BOMBS!

Deadpool: It won't.

(As we are in 2020, many of us knew it wasn't going to bomb).

(Meanwhile).

Shadow MewTwo was continuing his flight as he eventually stopped and floated before Towa and Mira.

Towa: ah, how lovely to see you back again, Shadow MewTwo. I see you've had your little fly around this planet.

Shadow MewTwo: indeed. It does not impress me.

Towa: I see. Well, it won't matter much longer. Because the Cella Games are about to begin. And it does, this planet will be no more. And we'll even have all massive supply of energy from it. Now, come along. It's almost time.

A Portal opened up behind the 3 before they flew in and it eventually disappeared.

A/N: and so the time comes for the battle with Cella to begin.