Silence, there was always that horrible, oppressive, silence here. If there was one thing to be held above another about this place, it was the silence. There was not even the sound of wind blowing across the landscape; there was no sound at all to maintain one's sanity, this shows how Hell can be so torturous, even this, the slightest detail can make a lesser being's afterlife miserable.
It was not as he had imagined such a place to be—not that he'd dedicated much or any time at all imagining any particular place in the afterlife. He fancied himself as the most powerful being that existed. He thought he was an immortal. A God.
It had been quite some time since he had arrived, and he had seen many fallen ones during his term in Hell. Corrupt warriors from far off galaxies, others from the earth, criminals, assassins, tyrants, thieves, evil in all shapes, sizes, and colors, all of them were unique creations of evil defeated by the righteous. All of them found a place here after death.
Condemned to Hell for his crimes against humanity, he hardly saw his fate as punishment; there is not much Enma Daio can do to a being as powerful as Cell to make him repent for his actions in life. All Cell did was stand with his arms crossed, his eyes closed and completely motionless, stoic as ever. He passed his time merely listening to people come in and rant on about how they were the "supreme being in life" before they met someone who was superior to them in power and skill. It seemed as thought the most recent additions to the motley crew of Hell had some sort of interaction with a certain Saiya-jin, in fact, the latest newcomer was destroyed by the Saiya-jin himself.
He was a short fellow, pink and extremely ugly. Cell did not bother to strike a conversation with this pink little man, not that it had mattered anyway. He could not even talk. He was nothing more than an animal, a killing machine with no sense of control; he arrived with an act of berserk rage, screaming and howling, almost as if he tried to use his immense power and strength to tear Hell apart and escape. Such behavior was detestable to Cell and all the others. That was why they all left him alone; while all of them were aware of their own greatness, none of them were stupid.
All of the notorious criminals knew of his strength, speed and incredible fighting abilities; Cell remembered watching with the others the last fight ever on a crystal ball conjured by the wizard Babidi. They all watched the incredible battle between him and Goku on some distant planet no one knew, or cared about; yet once they saw the pink man killed in battle with that damned Genki Dama, all of the inhabitants braced themselves for the inevitable arrival of this primitive killing machine.
And when he did arrive, he stayed for a very short time. So short that Cell never even learned the pink man's name; most of the criminals that ended up in Hell remained there for years and years, maybe even an eternity, but he was so unruly, so destructive, Enma Daio had no other alternative than to have that Majin-person removed.
That was quite some time ago, and he was never seen again. None of the others knew as to what happened to him…actually, they were all relieved they were rid of the little pink psycho.
After he had left, Cell was able to enjoy the status of being the most powerful being in Hell again. He had contempt for all of the pathetic inhabitants; he had wanted to kill everyone there. None of them would be able to stand a chance against the great Cell, except for the genius Dr. Gero. Cell never wanted to harm Dr. Gero, he never knew why; he felt a sort of connection to the doctor, the same connection Freezer had with King Kold. Cell knew he was a creation of Dr. Gero's, but he never really cared since he had never met the man in life. He never thought what it would have been like to meet his "father," but when he did, his rage with Android 17 grew.
The doctor was impressed with Cell, he knew his creations were powerful, but he never thought one of his creations would grow to become almost godlike; he was filled with a sense of pride, as was Cell. Cell felt proud to be the creation of a scientific genius, the same pride Vegeta felt for his father, and the same pride Freezer felt for his own father.
At the moment, Cell found himself in a desolate area of the level of Hell he was in. He was frustrated by the sheer idiocy he was doomed to spend company with, "The Great Lord" Freezer and his father were the most annoying. Cell could no longer stand the sound of the tiny alien's voice, and left for some silence, which he found. Normally, Cell would have merely turned Freezer to dust, but that was impossible. He could not kill what was already dead. So rather than waste his power, he would often walk away, and leave all the idiots behind to do whatever it is idiots do.
As Cell walked, he remembered many of the conversations he had with his father, secluded from the others:
"Cell, when I created you, my original intent, my original design, was for you to only have one stage, your first stage. I knew that I wanted to combine the hatred of all the enemies Goku had crossed. When I started I knew blood was the key. Blood is the life fluid that fueled us all, it was what kept those of evil alive. There is a factor of art to science. I knew that blood held the configurations of a person, but what I believe is that blood also has personal traits. Hatred exists in blood. I know this for a fact. When I started work on you, I knew the best place to gather blood of the greatest warriors was where warriors meet. Thus I attended the Tenkaichi Bodukai, I remember that fateful day; that was the day you were officially started. You see, Cell, I went to the tournament to gather the blood of Earth's mightiest warriors, take it to my lab and create a warrior so strong, he could defeat Goku.
Oh yes, I remember that day. I was so disappointed by the combatants, those clowns were nothing, their blood was not fit to be incorporated into my work. It was then I witnessed a great battle…where a man, a green man named "Ma Junior" challenged Goku. He was powerful, but I saw that power came not from skill, but by hatred. He was born of evil, he was born of hatred, I knew I had to have his blood. That green man soon yelled out his TRUE name. Ma Junior was nothing more than an alias. He declared that he was really the Great Piccolo Daimao, the Demon King that Goku had slain years before surfaced. He was alive. He battled valiantly. He bled.
Once the battle was over, and Goku foolishly allowed his enemy to live, everyone was evacuated from the arena. I hid from the monks that cleared everyone out. I searched frantically to find something, blood, sweat, anything of this warrior's. My mind filled with adrenaline, chemicals churned with excitement as I searched for blood, one can say I had a sort of bloodlust. I found what I searched, traces of blood on what remained of the arena floor. Content with the samples of blood, I remembered something. Piccolo Daimao had lost his arm. The man was so strong he tore off his own arm and threw it away.
I went back to the spot where that happened and found it, I found flesh, I found an arm filled with blood and bone. Beautiful. I returned to my lab with the arm wrapped up, and started to work. My designs were changed drastically. I planned originally to use human blood, but after some tests on the flesh and blood, I found it to be…extraterrestrial. Amazing. Earth's devil was not even of this planet. It was this discovery that made me aware that life existed outside the Earth, if Piccolo was an alien on Earth, surely more would come.
And I was correct, because five years later a man from space came. A man named "Raditz." His arrival made me excited, because after the tournament, I started to develop technology that I needed to track down the most powerful warriors for you. The software was antiquated; they were mostly programs I had stolen from Capsule. What I did was create a new program that had the capabilities to identify a being, read its power level, and track its location. It took me about three years to develop the software. By the time I finished the program, I was ready to move my laboratory away to the mountains and monitor Goku's progress from there.
When I moved, I set up my computer as it was before, but with the ki tracking program and worldwide ranged radar. I was more than ready to seriously work, my laboratory was running and my computer had become the central brain unit that breathed automated life into my operations. My computer found this man, yet it could not identify him as someone on earth. I knew an extraterrestrial had arrived; in fact, it was my computer that told me he was killed, his ki was gone.
But I was shocked to know that this man killed Goku. My life's work, gone. Distraught, I did not even bother to collect the blood left by the corpse. Neither did I bother to try and find Goku's body. I decided to leave my laboratory in the mountains. I even considered suicide.
But in retrospect, I found that I acted hastily in abandoning my work on you because one year later, Vegeta came to Earth. And on that same day, Goku returned. I see that I had lost an entire year's worth of work.
Goku was alive again.
My life had meaning once more.
I returned to my lab after a year and commenced my work once again. I used my computer to find the location of the monumental fight between Goku and this new opponent. In secret, I was glad Goku had won. I wanted him to live long enough to see him kneeling in pain before me, for his crimes against the Red Ribbon Army, for his death to about by a creation of my own hands.
Had Vegeta not arrived and provided variety with his blood samples, you would have been a mere clone of Piccolo, he made me believe that more alien life forms existed in the vast recesses of space, that there were beings more powerful than what existed on the Earth. I was playing with powers no one ever had dealt with before; I soon realized that I was creating a deity.
Not much progress had been made in the years after Vegeta's defeat. It was rumored that Goku's son had been part of a search party that traveled through space to search for these relics called Dragonballs. Nothing on Earth happened. It was not until some years later that a new warrior emerged. His name. Freezer. It was his arrival that really bolstered my research. He and his father were the most powerful being I had ever seen. My mind was blown away by the sheer enormity of his power level, no being that powerful had ever set foot on Earth before. He and his father were the components that were destined to build you. They were destined to die on Earth, these galactic marauders could have died anywhere in the universe. They had been to every corner in their conquests, but it was destiny that brought them to their final resting place. Earth.
Once the blood was collected from the scene, I knew that was enough needed and started to build your unique DNA. I felt that since you had the blood of the greatest warriors in the known universe, you were going to be unstoppable, that you were going to be able to destroy Goku, but I remembered that I had a vial of Goku's blood from the Tenkaichi Budokai in refrigeration. Out of the sake of symbolism, I decided to take that blood and put it into the cauldron. I thought that since you were going to fight and kill Goku, it would be more dramatic if a part of you WERE Goku.
One night, as I worked on the chemistry of your blood, I noticed something interesting. I saw that your blood was…versatile. It had the qualities of Emperor Freezer and his father; they had no permanent structure to them, their cells were…how do I put this…open ended. They had no distinctive shape, I assumed it was what allowed them to transform. They thought their transformations were purely for the purposes of power, but on a microscopic level, their cellular structure was very unstable, they had no real structure. Whenever they raised their power after a certain level, their cells would react in a spontaneous manner.
I experimented and was astounded to see how chaotic the blood acted. The cells collapsed…they collapsed completely! But they reconstructed themselves in a completely different pattern, a new pattern that was more suitable to sustain this new power level. Incredible, I had never seen anything like that, not on Earth, but it was too dangerous to leave the cells in that state of chaotic instability.
If I left you with that cell structure, your body would not be able to sustain such a power you were destined to have. There was a possibility of you either constantly transforming as you "powered yourself up" or simply exploding. This was the biggest threat to my vision for you. So I decided to "repair" the flaws of nature. To explain this simply, I had to use the blood cells of the other warriors to stabilize Freezer's blood, thus keeping you from changing into random forms whenever you raised your power.
I knew I still wanted you to be able to transform, that essence was in your blood. It was a trait unique to Freezer and it would prove most useful in battle. Each cell cried to me, begging me to fix them, to heal them, to make them stronger. I could actually hear that, but I had grown weak in my time creating you, I had grown old, I was unable to continue. You, Cell, were my greatest creation, and you were making me die. I decided to use my own technology on myself. Years before you were ever conceived, the Red Ribbon Army was developing cybernetic technology to counter Capsule's automotive and storage niches in the markets. You, Cell, were a continuation of the Red Ribbon legacy of technology. You were the next step in the evolution of technology. But my dreams would never be realized if I could not continue.
My lab assistant supervised my transformation from man to machine. The little robot was an excellent creation, so I decided to reward it by upgrading it from a servant robot to a battle warrior machine. I later designated the android number 19. After a year of work, he finished; I was a genius to have programmed the android to perform such a task. When I awoke, I felt myself stronger, I no longer had the weaknesses of a common human, I no longer had to eat, I no longer had to sleep, and I was no longer confined by human bodily functions. I could now work for months on end without needing rest.
I continued my work.
Anyway, basically, I changed the behavior of Freezer's blood, instead of transforming spontaneously in battle, I decided that you would need a component to initiate transformation, something to allow you to control your transformations, rather than having you think about your power. I designed a component for each stage, and each stage was given a design that could sustain its maximum power. This concept led to the utility design of your tail, originally, it was to be purely for symbolism, Goku had a tail, Vegeta had a tail and their second greatest foe had a tail as well. I gave your tail it's syringe design for you to feed off of the pathetic humans, and also it became the means of absorbing the vital components necessary for transformation.
As for the components themselves, I decided to integrate them into human bodies, make them androids, make them weapons; make them into artificial humans. But who was expendable?
I then decided to scour the cities for a suitable subject for a component. I could pass through civilization without worrying, since I no longer had a ki, I was not threatened by the possibility of being sensed by Goku or the others. I finally found the perfect subject, a blonde orphan girl wandering the streets. Perfect, she was an orphan; she would not be missed. Search parties would not interrupt my work. I acted on my opportunity, she was alone; so I struck, she struggled, naturally, but she was so weak. I was attacked though; it was a pathetic boy, her brother. He kicked me in the head once, but I felt nothing. Had I been human, it would have been a crushing blow, but in my mechanical state, I merely caught him by the throat. I decided to take him as well; he volunteered himself as an additional component.
I took them both to my lab, they helplessly struggled, but soon they were under my power. I performed several experiments on the two, to test my theories of organic mechanization. After their year of pain, I decided to do the two a favor, not out of human empathy, but for the sake of efficiency, to erase their minds of any and all memories they had before and during their conversion to Androids. They had no need for memories of human life; they were weapons for the Red Ribbon Army now.
Everything was ready; I completed my work on you, all that was left was for you to grow, to develop from your pupa stage, which I estimated at twenty-six years. At the end of twenty-six years, every android I had built, from one to 20, would assault Goku in one mighty battle. I would lead the assault against him in an act of glory for the Red Ribbon Army. You Cell were to be Android 20, but I decided to include myself in the war. I altered my body for battle, thus I proclaimed myself Android 20, the man known as Dr. Gero was dead, he had died along with the Red Ribbon Army.
You became Android 21, but you were too unique of a creation to simply be referred to as a number, so I named you, appropriately, Cell.
Once ready, I decided to put myself and my creations into suspended animation, we were to wait for you to develop, then the day of glory would be realized. I had the foresight though to keep my computer running and monitoring the Earth. Had there been any developments on the Earth, had the warriors grown stronger, my computer would rely this information to us and make us stronger with information and statistics. We would know every technique of each warrior. No surprises were ahead of us.
Unfortunately, after five years, an earthquake broke the term of suspended animation for only Android 19 and I. We decided to survey the earth to find the state of Earth's "heroes," and found they were no match for Android 19 and myself. My computer had tracked all of the warriors, and noticed they were pathetically weak. Damn Vegeta, I never thought he could be that powerful. Since he was away from the Earth, my computer could not monitor his strength and feed this information to us as we slept.
The rest Cell, as you know, is history.
The open-ended quality of Freezer's blood still exists in you Cell, but not in it's chaotic state. The "gaps" in the cell structure can be occupied by a component for transformation; although I only created two components, I did not make you limited to only those two. You are a versatile warrior, Cell, you are a universal host; any artificial organic life form is a component. You have infinite possibilities, infinite transformations as long as you can absorb an artificial organic life form, you can progress to a further stage; you can become even more powerful."