Cell was beyond anger. He didn't think it possible to hate anyone more than he despised Son Gohan, though at the moment Gero was rating a close second. And he couldn't do a thing to Gohan, as the demi-saiyan was still alive. ((So much for perfect.)) His power was supposed to be beyond anything a mortal could even hope to fathom, but that had been disproved only moments after achieving "perfection," in a bout with Vegeta, of all egotistical beings in the universe.
Cell could have perhaps tolerated it had he been destroyed by a proven warrior such as Goku, Piccolo, or even Vegeta, as arrogant ((and occasionally downright stupid)) as he was. But no, his humiliation had to be complete. He had been annihilated by a ten year old pacifist, a child scholar. Disgust for Gero's flawed designs was only exceeded by the realization that his life had been based on a horrible "miscalculation." He wondered how hard it would be to track down Gero in the afterlife.
Those last few horrible moments when the blast had disintegrated his entire body stood out visibly in Cell's mind. Vegeta's interference, the sudden rise in power. . . flawless. Perfect. Such absolute adjectives. It was idiocy on his part that he had believed them.
The tall android was currently standing at the entrance of what he believed to be the checking station of the Otherworld, from what he understood from Goku's memory. The line was rather short. Not what you would expect after his mass genocide, but most likely the Earthlings had already called on Shenron.
Cell's musings were interrupted by a blue ogre in short sleeves and a tie. "Um, Mr. Cell, sir..." The android glanced in the speaker's direction, eyebrow (or whatever passed for one on his face) raised. The ogre noticeably flinched.
"What is it?" "
Lord Enma is ready to see you. Your hearing is in three minutes." Cell was surprised. He was getting a trial? He hadn't thought the process of deciding his fate would be so completely. . . mundane.
Author's Note: I know this is ridiculously short, but I got the idea and had to write it down before I lost inspiration. This is the first of the edited pieces. ((thoughts)) is the thoughts of people.