Inside the darkened room of a public housing unit within Hell's territory, Cell lay out upon his bed, his long legs almost reaching over the edge; he was as still as a metal statue, save the steady rise and fall of his very broad, armored chest. The Android could feel his eyelids growing heavier with each passing minutes of the night, but for some reason he just couldn't sleep…

It had been an absolutely exhausting week for Dr. Gero's greatest creation, for it was just one week ago that Cell had been brutally reminded of just one of his actions on Earth:

Exactly one week ago, (after)life in the bowels of Hell weren't getting any better for the established "Hell Fighters": after their first attempt at reaching power in The New Territory, Frieza, Cell, The Ginyu Force and many other followers had been overthrown and severely oppressed by the overruling deity, King Enma. He and his "Thousand Army" of oni and other dangerous demons seemed to make a sport out of demoralizing the damned.

Their favorite targets happened to be Frieza and Cell…

Cell remembered himself leaning casually under a tree with his best friend, Frieza, the two just spending what little freedom they had in Hell discussing ways to break free from the dictatorship of King Enma. And with Goku and Pikkon as his new "cronies", things were not looking good for the two Hell Fighter Leaders… Their attitudes were further worsened when one large red oni approached the two in their private spot under a fruit tree.

"What do you want, ass face?" Cell scoffed, giving the large monster a side look.

"How dare you, you little bug?!" the oni lashed out, showing off his huge fangs, "Why, if King Enma didn't forbid it, I'd smash you, so watch your mouth!"

"Pftt! Whatever…" Cell looked away. Frieza looked to the oni and growled,

"Well, what are you here for?"

"I am here on Domestic matters, regarding an 'Android 21'…" Answered the oni while he pulled out a long scroll and looked it over.

"Cell."

"What?" the oni looked over at Cell.

"Cell: my name is Cell." Cell spoke rather aggressively as he eyed the oni.

"Whatever your name is," the oni waved his huge hand in the air carelessly, "The Great King Enma wishes to speak with you on matters of Domestic Law. I would suggest you come quietly so that I will not have to bring forth my brothers upon you… ha!"

The red monster teased Cell as he began to walk off towards the great fortress that was King Enma's palace. As Cell crossed his arms stubbornly and began to follow, Frieza caught his arm; Cell turned to look down at the small alien with a frown. Frieza whispered, "Don't let those worms get to you, my friend; instead, listen closely and see if they reveal any possible 'Exits', if you know what I mean…"

Frieza winked in such a cute fashion that Cell couldn't stop himself from smiling.

"Sure, no problem, Friez'." He flashed a quick peace-sign and was off, passing through the dreadful desert habitat that was mostly Hell.

Just then, Cell was brought back to reality when he heard the creaking of tiny footsteps in the hallway within the boarding house. Cell sat up just as the door to his room opened… and a little creature peered in. For a moment, their eyes met: Cell's bright magenta eyes locked with the lighter pink colored eyes of one of his sons.

"Five?" Cell spoke softly, just as the little creature closed the door and ran to the side of the bed. "What are you still doing up?"

The "miniature Cell" answered in a tiny voice, "Daddy, I can't sleep… I wanna sleep wit you!" Then his little face became slightly scrunched as he began to sob. Cell immediately sat up, picked up the little being under his arms and held him close. Cell gave a small sigh and whispered to him, "Alright… you can stay with Daddy."

"Yay!" The little toddler gave a happy squeal and snuggled up against his father's warm chest as Cell lay back down, staring at the blackened ceiling as his mind wandered back to the past…

Cell followed the red demon across the empty, hot Desert of Cain until they reached what looked like an elevator made entirely of pearl, right in the middle of nowhere! As Cell was thinking to himself how many steps it took for them to get here for future reference, he noticed the red demon reaching into his pants and pulling out a sort of Key Card. When the demon slid the card in its slot beside the doors, the doors to the elevator slid open and a loud "Ding" was heard. Both the demon and Cell stepped in and the red demon turned to an array of buttons at the right; he pressed one rather large, gold button and the doors to the elevator slid shut. As the elevator vibrated and began to rise, the large, red demon turned its ugly face to a cross-armed Cell.

"You know, Android," he scoffed, "you and that little white lizard think you two are so smart, tryin' to escape from Hell and all…"

Cell continued to stare at his own refection in the doors, trying not to become angry.

"…Why, you two must be the first to try it in over three-million years! But no matter… it doesn't matter how hard you or any of your puny "Hell Fighters" try. You and that alien can jump as high as you want, but King Enma will always jump higher…"

Cell by now could feel his face turning red and his claws digging into his arm muscles, but just then, the doors to the elevator opened, and Cell found himself staring at the largest office desk in perhaps recorded history… and sitting at that desk was none other then King Enma himself. This great enemy was about five times the size of Frieza's massive father, King Cold, and had red skin and black hair; the Highest Judge also sported a pair of bony horns which sprouted upwards from the purple hat he wore, while the rest of his clothes (a finely ironed suit and pants) were also purple.

Cell was quite surprised at first to see him so quickly, but he remained unaffected. King Enma took out his pair of reading glasses spoke while looking through the pages of one of his huge books:

"Cell, I have called you up here due to a grave importance: it would seem your sudden arrival down in H.F.I.L has led you to forget your past action while you still thrived on Earth. I have found in one of my Family Tree books that you have a family." King Enma looked up from his book to briefly stare over his glasses at Cell. "Is this true, Mr. Cell?"

Cell answered, "I honestly don't know what you are talking about. The only family I know of is my Creator, Dr. Gero, but he is already down in Hell with me. And now that I think of it, I also have eight siblings, all of whom were also created by Dr. Gero, but most of them are down here as well. So I really don't know what you're talking about."

Cell shrugged and stared up at King Enma innocently; the red demon now stood beside his Sovereign's two-story-tall desk, and he and King Enma exchanged looks. Then the King rose from his giant chair and closed his book. Removing his glasses, King Enma said to Cell, "Come with me, Mr. Cell… I must show you something…"

And so Cell followed the giant red monster and his minion to the inner parts of his endless castle…

Cell's eyelids popped open when he heard yet another knock on his bedroom door. The bug-like Android turned his head and tried whispering so that he wouldn't awake the small youngster already with him.

"Who is it? Who's there?"

For a moment, Cell was actually a little scared… what if it was an oni, sent by that ruthless king Enma to haul him off to the cold, sickening dungeons?! But Cell sighed a great sigh of relief when the door opened and two more little creatures peered in whom looked almost exactly like him.

"Three and Four? What do you two need?" Cell asked quietly.

The two miniature creatures closed the door and came right to the side of his bed. The both spoke in unison: "Daddy, One is snoring again. Can we stay wit you tonight?"

Cell looked off to the side as he sighed, "Well, I don't know…"

"Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaasssssse?" The two tiny Androids begged, delivering their oft used "sad puppy eyes" to sway their father. Cell grinned at this and gave in. The toddlers leapt upon the bed and took up sleeping spots: Three curled up on Cell's right, and Four on his left. Cell still had his hands folded protectively over Five, the first little "Cell Jr." that still lay asleep on his broad chest. Cell closed his eyes fruitlessly once more…

King Enma ended the walk in front of a large store-like entrance building set within the left wall of his high ceiling castle. Cell was nudged inside: he needed a moment to adjust his eyes to the brightly painted walls of "The Afterlife Nursery". The large spaces had flowers, cute animals, and all kinds of rather childish things painted on the walls, ceiling, and floor rug. Around the room there was colorful furniture, stacks of books, and about a hundred children's toys, some half broken, the rest on the verge. Cell stood there for a moment, then he turned to look up at King Enma.

"What the hell am I supposed to be looking at here?" He impatiently asked.

King Enma pointed a claw at a door where a large hole had been burned into it… not a good sign. Cell approached the door, opened it slowly and peeked nervously inside: the whole room was smoky, dirty and dark; the lights had all been blown out, the previously colorful walls of this room were now all Swiss Cheese-like with large, blackened burn holes as well as messy with thrown baby food and dents from having toys thrown into it. More baby toys lay out all over the dark room, and as Cell bravely stepped further into the room, he heard a noise!

"Hay… who's there?!" He called, getting into a battle stance.

A few seconds later, he spotted movement and two fat female oni appeared from the shadows. The two creatures looked as though they had crawled out of a filthy chimney: their clothes were torn, their already ugly faces were blackened and scuffed, and they both looked injured and panicked. As one stumbled over the mountain of broken toys and made a mad dash passed Cell and out the door behind him, the other tried to do the same and instead ended up crashing down at Cell's oversized, yellow feet. Cell watched with slight shock and confusion as the large oni grabbed hold of one of his ankles and looked up at him and shrieked:

"Argg! Get me out of here! I can't take it! I can't take those little monsters!"

"What little monsters?" Cell asked. "Who has done this?"

"You know exactly who, you demon-spawner! I can tell by your looks! 'Twas YOU who had given birth to those horrible little imps!" The oni woman cursed out Cell and before Cell even had a chance to retaliate, she had scampered passed him, out the door and was gone.

Cell then hear one more noise and turned his head back to the darkness of the destroyed room before him; by squinting his eyes, he could make out the shadowed silhouette of something that hadn't been there previously… "Who are you?! Come out of there before I blast you out of there!" Cell threatened, and he stood in a different stance as if preparing to start a Kamahmaha.

From somewhere out in the darkness and behind the hills of damaged toys and other things, he heard laughter… it wasn't just any laughter, but it was tiny cackling that gave him the chills and made him second think his threat. The laughter was not from just one voice either, but from many voices:

"Heheheheheheheheeeeeeeee!"

Deep in the furthest reaches of the room, more shadowy figures popped up from the mountain of toys, and before Cell knew it, he was being approached by seven little bodies, each one with glowing eyes. Cell stood his ground and prepared a strike, but as the seven bodies began to leave the shadows, his energy beam faded and the large android stood upright as the little creatures revealed themselves:

"DADDY!"

Cell stood there, staring at the seven little beings that stood before him: each of them looked almost exactly like Cell himself, with the exceptions of being short, small, and tailless. They were also brightly colored blue, and rather cute little faces with beaming eyes and little grinning mouths. The "Cell Jr.s" were all bouncing up and down on their little yellow feet like little grasshoppers and chanting in unison:

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"

Cell just couldn't believe it. His forehead began to bead with sweat, and his mind was racing. His mouth was slightly ajar, but no words came forth, for he could find nothing to say to them. Could they even understand him? Did they even have minds of their own? After all, they were only copies of himself, right? How could this be? Cell slowly turned around and gazed up at the giant King Enma with all the shock and fear in his bright magenta eyes, his arms were shaking.

"…N-no…no, this can't be!" Cell finally said to the King.

"Ah, but it is, Mr. Cell," King Enma replied, folding his arms and sighing. "You made them. Therefore, they are all yours."

"But-but…but I only meant for them to be copies! Copies of myself! I never meant for them to be my actual offspring!" Cell stammered, his eyes growing wider.

"Well, why are you looking at me for, Cell? You're lucky I haven't decided to lock you in the dungeons for abandoning these children!"

"But you don't understand! I'm a killer android! I was built only to destroy! I was not built to raise a family, like some lowly human!"

When he noticed King Enma's expression of carelessness was still the same, Cell dropped to his knees and for the first time in his life, he began to beg. "Please! You've got to do something! I can't be a father! I am a killer android! I can't be a father!"

But Cell's heart sunk to the very pits of nothingness when King Enma and his assistant turned their backs to him, even as he still sat there in the darkened room, begging. And Cell cringed when he heard King Enma replied simply,

"Well then, Mr. Cell, you should have thought of that before having children."

Cell could feel himself beginning to finally nod off… but it was all ruined when he heard yet another knock on his door. He sighed deeply as he moaned, "Come in…"

All the rest of the Cell Jr.s, (One, Two, Six, and Seven), had gathered at Cell's bedside within a second. Just before they could even open their mouths to complain, Cell relinquished his utter defeat: "…Yes, you all can sleep with Daddy…"

"Yay!" The little voices all clamored as they climbed upon the bed and lay themselves over their father's body. Cell looked over at an old alarm clock sitting on the old, wooden nightstand and sighed: it was already 5:49, already morning. No way he would he getting any sleep now. Cell stared back up at the mold-covered ceiling of his tiny, plain room in utter defeat… It sure is tough being Mr. Mom.