Cell & Broly Go Questing~

Industrial Espionage

Easy Quest

Requirement: None

Reward: 1,000 zeni and 10 Villain Points

A shady man in a black suit has hired you to infiltrate the Capsule Corporation, undetected, to bring back their secret plans for the latest dynocap device.
Hell itself couldn't keep Broly way from what he wanted, hell itself couldn't keep him away from something he found to be mildly interesting. Unfortunately for Capsule Corporation, it wasn't even half as prepared as Hell was for a Saiyan of Broly's power. It wasn't expecting him, and he could not have blamed it for such complacency; not many institutions were ready for the Warrior of Legend. It was rather difficult to prepare for something so dangerous, something so remarkably and completely devilish; Broly was not someone Capsule Corporation could contain. Broly was not something they would have been able to stop on their best day (which coincidentally, this was not). Perhaps that was the reason that he was striding toward the front door right now, with such confidence, such swagger in his step. He did not perceive this temple of science and technology as a threat to him or his dominance; he perceived it as a means to an end. He was only attacking this place in order to prove something to the creature, Cell. In a dinner-table argument from the night prior, the creature had boldly proclaimed that Broly would not storm the gates of Capsule Corporation.

How foolish a bet to make with the Warrior of Legend! Broly would show that creature to respect his power, regardless of the true purpose behind such an attack. Oh, yes; Broly knew he was being used here, but that was not something he found shocking or altogether unpleasant. He had been needing to blow off some steam anyway, in the form of mindless destruction. As it happened, Capsule Corporation was the building best suited for handling such a thing; it was supposedly sturdy enough to survive the most powerful of blasts, from the most unlikely of sources. However, as Broly cocked his hand at his waist, he doubted that the building had been ready for someone like him. He would bring the entire building down, and then while the ashes were scattered by the divine wind from his power? He would obliterate those who had claimed it impenetrable, namely the green creature who had egged him into attacking this place. Of course, it wasn't really Cell's fault; Broly was the one who was actually attacking.

Of course, one had to remember that Broly did not think that kind of thing out far enough to care. He just knew that he was proving himself mighty enough to penetrate a place touted as the "Pinnacle of Security" and the "Safest Place on Earth!", claims that were almost as foolish as the men behind them. In fact, Broly was so confident in his ability to take the building down that he was walking straight up to the place in the middle of the day, his energy blazing intensely around him as he strode down the flower-laden walkway toward Capsule Corporation's sliding glass doors. His right hand was cocked almost lazily at his hip, energy rising off of it in wispy tendrils until they dissipated in the air around his head, providing any onlookers with a rather threatening and dangerous sight. It was the latter most for multiple reasons; Broly both did not like it when people looked at him funny, and he especially did not like it when people had the gall to stare at him, as if they had the strength to refute that which he put on display so casually. He also hated when cowards turned their back to him, ran away as if they could escape...

That was likely the cause of the pockmarks made of ash on the sidewalks leading up to the yellow dome. Broly's energy had destroyed them so completely that there hadn't been enough left of them for anyone to recognize. Even the creature who was currently slinking about somewhere in the shadows could not have picked up even the smallest particle of ki from their bodies, something that Broly prided himself on. Any destruction he rendered upon something was total and complete, all encompassing in nature. He did not like leaving survivors, nor did he enjoy leaving jobs unfinished. It was the same thing as leaving food on the plate, something that no self respecting Saiyan did; not to say that he was touting his Saiyan heritage. No, he was rather ashamed of such unworthy blood in his veins. The Saiyan Race was very comparable to that of the Ants, on Earth; sure, they could lift a lot in comparison to Humans, but they were just as fragile over all. Easily crushed beneath a determined enough boot, with the proper force and purpose behind it.

Broly slowly came to a halt, a few meters from the doorway. Lifting his energy-filled palm into the air, he pointed for an area he figured to be the most structurally significant, the area just above the dome's door. His blast would not only consume the doorway in his blast, but also the entire front-side of the dome. Though normally this type of thing would have brought a smile to his face, the Legendary Warrior was in no mood for pleasure. He had been insulted with the insinuation that he was incapable of destroying such a thing; the building was quite obviously fragile and easily cracked. The only point of security he could see was the back-up Bio-Dome in the rear of the building, something that he would likely shatter next. Though the structure was not made of glass (as much as it may have looked like it), it would be shattered with effort not much more excruciating. Snarling as his energy began to screech with rising power, the Saiyan watched as everything's color slowly shifted. His energy was bathing the building before him in a brilliant green glow, while covering the rest of the area in shadow and darkness.

Broly was not one to dilly-dally with his destruction, however. As Capsule Corporation's security measures came into effect, the warrior released his blast at the aforementioned target area. The shadows followed behind the blasts' racing light, which was far faster than any of the building's titanium-shielding, or the curtains of metal which rose to protect it from Broly's energy. Unfortunately for those inside, they would have no warning, nor would they have at least solace in their deaths. They hadn't the time to see it coming, they hadn't the time to make peace; all that any survivors could find comfort in was the glow of the resulting fires, the fact that at the very least, they no longer had eardrums to hear their own screams or the screams of their comrades. On the other side of the coin however, their eyes would remain; their lives still in tact in order to witness the stride of a man with an intent as lethal as Broly's, whose flashing white fangs or golden boots would provide them with a rather discomforting final sight.

At least they hadn't choked on the ash or the smoke; that death would have been far slower.

WC: 1,170

Cell had been hiding nearby when Ryouji meet the man who was shrouded in clothing that would hide his identity. He had been asked to keep an eye out, just in case someone attacked. He hoped that someone would attack, because this was quite boring. Still, he did his job. He had decided to join this group called The Inquisition, and as such he would do what needed to be done. He also made sure to overhear their conversation. This man needed them to infiltrate the Capsule Corporation, undetected, and steal some plans for something in development. Cell's eyes suddenly lit up a bit, though one could not tell due to how alien they were. He had gotten an idea, and it sounded like fun. Once the man left and Ryouji came over to him, Cell spoke.

"Let me and Broly handle this. I've got a fun idea." he said, and Ryouji looked at him as if he were stupid.
"Broly is NOT the person to use during a stealth mission Cell." he said in his usual tone. Cell made a very simple statement.
"True, but if they're under attack by something like him, they won't worry about something like me." He said, walking away from Ryouji.

Later that night, at the dinner table,Cell sat with the other two in his alliance. It was a strange place for him. After all he didn't eat like these two, his food was kept in the basement. He was happy to have such a nice arrangement, being that no one could hear the screams unless you were right outside the room. Broly paid him little attention as he was working on what appeared to be a fully cooked whole cow that had been cut into large steaks. Ryouji was obviously used to this by now, and Cell didn't care. Though, it was a bit strange considering he was eating more than his own body weight in meat.

Cell made a very simply statement to Ryouji. "You know, i think you're right." Ryouji looked at him for a moment with a puzzled look. "Broly probably couldn't take down Capsule Corportion with all it's massive defenses." Ryouji dropped his fork. Broly dropped his cow.

"What did you just say you little insect?" He said, half-chewing the bite of cow in his mouth. "Well if you think otherwise, do it tomorrow. Consider it a challenge." He said. If only he had a mouth! Damn it was annoying not being able to smile evilly!

And there they were, or at least somewhat. Cell had infiltrated the area just a minute before the behemoth of destruction began crashing against the building. He could feel the very foundation shake at the power, and that was exactly what he had wanted. Personnel for the most part where working on defense and getting the fuck out. Cell walked the pristine white halls that where now being covered in thick plates of metal. How useless, he thought. After all, in just a few minutes of sustained assault, this place would be nothing but ash.

Cell himself knew he had to hurry, otherwise he'd miss his chance to get the file. "What the fuck is that!" a man screamed a head of him. He hadn't been paying much attention as he was using his perfect memory to navigate the area. he found himself standing in front of, and down the hall from, a large group of guards. They had also set up what appeared to be a large tri-pod mounted gun. Well shit, he had been detected too...but then again, as long as no one survives to tell about it, he might as well have never been there.

Cell flicked his wrist and sent powerful wave of cutting energy forward diagonally. They had opened fire just as he had done this, but unfortunately for them, his energy was easily dissolving a good deal of the attacks. The large tri-pod mounted gun had not had enough of a chance to warm up and fire, but Cell could tell it was not a normal weapon. He would have to wonder on this later as he charged into what remained of the barricade head first. The wall behind it had a large and deep gash. It completely went through the metal plating and the concrete behind it. Looking down, he saw the dismembered corpses of the guards. One or two still lived, but that would be remedied soon. After all, he had to make sure there was nothing left. He would slowly and methodically stab his needle-tipped tail into every single human. Even the severed arms and pieces. He would leave no evidence behind that he was here, and as such, would remain “undetected”.

Once nothing remained of the guards but their clothing, which he had destroyed with a simple ki blast, he continued without problem. Coming to the room where he had been instructed to go. He plugged the USB into the slot and let the program he had been told was on it, to do it's work. He explosions overheard where getting more fierce. It wouldn't be long until this place was nothing more than a smoldering hole. Cell heard a beep, and knew that it was time to go. A good thing too, because the ceiling was starting to collapse. Taking the device carefully into his hand, he took a deep breath and froze time around him. This was so useful, it was stupid. He casually walked out, even walked right past and around Broly who was punching into the hallway from above. Frieza's ability to not need air was so wonderful in combination with this. Soon he was far from the building, and had let his breath go quite a while back. He could hear and see the emerald explosions and could only chuckle.

It wasn't much longer before Cell had gotten the device to Ryouji, completing his 'mission'. To him, it was just a bit of fun. It was also a nice snack.

WC:1002