One year after Cell Games

Summary- this is the story of a young man who practice magic instead of chi. Who uses shape shifting every time he goes out and looks like a hybrid. Who is in love with people who are not human. And this is how everything is awkward.

AN- I respect a lot of characters in the series to expect to see a lot of characters getting recognition for the things people tend to forget because they are either -not a saiyan- or -not combative- but since this is from the perspective of my own character, there would be slight bashing but not due to author personality towards the character but because the character itself does not go well together with that certain character

The one thing that bothered him to a point of disturbance was the amount of worship that Hercule Satan had never asked for despite being the savior of the world. Like many others, he was a believer, though unlike the majority of the new generation that has appeared over night. He does not believe in tricks. Though he does believe that Mister Satan is very powerful and has a very good chi suppressing technique that hides his chi to non-existent.

Right now he's somewhat strong, stronger than a average citizen, but he's been training half his baby years due to certain circumstances before being taken by his original parents and sent back into civilization. Another story all together after his grandmother died.

He wakes up to sunlight steaming in his face and wondering what went wrong last night that he ended up in his bed of all things and not on the couch. This does not usually happen because he tends to stay up all night playing video games, causing him a need to acquire glasses early in his life. He looks around at the splendor of his room and also begins his daily schedule. Do stretches, walk around the mansion a bit. Be thankful to what ever god is out there that he lives in luxury due to his dad businesses and walk out from the bathroom, all showered and his red hair spiky enough to last a life time. He looks into the mirror, see's his sharp eyes that he got from his grand mother. See's the red hair that came from his grand mother while his father acquired the dull black that his father gotten from his father.

He goes into the first floor, slides into the dining room. See's it empty and wonders where his parents are this time, a business meeting that lasted till morning perhaps? He doesn't really care at the moment -and he feels guilty about it- where his parents are.

He slides back into the front of the mirror again, paps his face and stretches the skin a little bit before he disappears in a puff of smoke. Appears in a different form, one that was female in appearance but rather flat chested and with tan skin and blond hair tied into four short braids in the back of the head. At least 5.5 with cat ears and a cat tail of blond fur. His clothing changing into a skin tight short and shorts that reached the knees. If anyone saw, it was like looking at a half animal hybrid with tomboyish tendencies. He nods to himself, satisfied with his shape shifting and turns to leave.

He could shape shift into cell, goodness knows how much he stared at that handsome face and listened to repeats of that handsome voice for a whole year in secret, but that would bring too much trouble if anyone actually knew. And its not like he's actually gay since Cell is surely not human. So that would mean that Cell didn't have a definite gender despite the fact that Cell looked like a man, but other features say asexual instead. So.

So.

He walks out of the door with his andronygous design to buy some groceries.

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Satan city was the city that was slowly turning into a metropolis for the sole reason that Hercule Satan resided here. People wanting a close glimpse of the champion that they would move to Satan city. -His father was one of them, though unlike him, father had chose to believe in the tricks thing because he wasn't raised by his majestic mother but his more practical and down to earth and realistic father who decided that teaching his son how to count numbers from 1 to one million was more important than learning magic from a old witch who distance herself from civilization.

Groceries was a war effort, plain and simple. Especially with house wives who would do anything to get to the bargain area of the market, It was like , no, it is a war between women who have the motivation to dot his everyday or every other day and feed their family with all their love. He respects them for that. What he does not respect was being elbowed in the face and chest, face smooshed between roaring housewives that grabbed for the eggplant.

His hand shakily grabbed the end of one eggplant before it was stolen from his very hand by another fierce house wife that looked between a cross of a tiger shark and a big t-rex and decided that he should buy from the undiscounted part of the store to save himself a little bit of sanity.

AN- Ok so this is what I have so far. And if your curious about what the shape shift form looks like, look up Sword Art online Alicia Rue.

His real form looks like Pokemon Champion Wataru.

I'm a bit lazy with personality and there is no dialogue yet but it will come.