"And you must be Frieza."
Frieza didn't open his eyes nor did he remove himself from the leafless tree he was leaning against.
It had been a long time since Frieza had arrived in Hell. At first, he had believed that this could not have been possible. Many of his old enemies lurked around, waiting for an opportunity to take their revenge. All his soldiers had deserted him, but no matter.
Yet another foolish adversary of mine? Frieza smirked to himself and folded him arms higher on his chest, skin glimmering in the harsh sunlight. The speaker had a voice that Frieza did not recognize. Probably another insignificant power, not even strong enough to be a blip on my scouter.
"Quite the pretty one, aren't you?", the speaker purred, grabbing Frieza's jaw roughly and turning his head towards him.
Frieza opened his eyes just enough to glower at this, this... whatever it was looming over him. It was hard to make out exactly what it was, well, because there was so much of it. But it was very green and had lots of spots.
"Unhand me, cockroach.", Frieza sneered.
"Oh, I'm trembling with fear.", the large man scoffed, turning Frieza's head side to side, "I didn't expect you to be so... dainty. Ah, the mighty Frieza, indeed.", he murmured.
"And you are?", Frieza inquired sharply, tail flicking in aggravation.
The man let his hand fall back to his side. Frieza leaned back against the tree, making it easier to see all of who he was conversing with. 'Cockroach' had been a somewhat fitting description, as this creature appeared to be more bug than man.
"My name is Cell.", the bug-man placed a hand across his chest and bowed slightly.
At least he has some manners. "I don't know you. I would have remembered you, certainly, if I had.", Frieza droned. "Then again...", he smiled slightly, "I tend to destroy people without introduction, as it doesn't really matter."
"Hm. How rude of you.", Cell smiled back.
Frieza was silent for a few moments. "What is it that you want from me?"
"I had just thought I'd like to meet you, to see what you have unknowingly contributed to my design."
"Your design?", Frieza mused, "Do you suppose you could clarify?"
"Ah, yes, my apologies. I have yet to explain myself, haven't I?", Cell seemed to think for a moment, deciding where to start. "I am an android, comprised of machine and flesh. The cells in my chemical make-up were collected from the greatest fighters on Earth, Goku, Piccolo, Vegeta and many others. Yours were not in the original design, but your arrival on Earth allowed your cells to be collected as well. So, you see, I am essentially part of you."
"I see.", Frieza nodded, "Every machine is made for a purpose, an objective, so to speak.", he left the open statement hanging in the air.
Cell let his eyes roam over the shapely little alien. Yes, I can see the resemblance to my Imperfect form. "Yes, well," he shrugged lightly, "I can't give away all my secrets, now can I?"
A/N: These two are a joy to write, because when they're calm, they both speak rather professionally, and frankly, I love writing stuff like that more than casual conversations, which pain me to no end.