Cell had lost all track of time during his walk. What felt like mere minutes to him could have been days, they could have been weeks, the could have been months, even years; there was no way to know, time ceased to exist in this horrid place, not that it mattered.
He found himself in a spot of Hell that looked just like the rest of Hell. It was all the same; the ground was always the same, yellowish-brown as far as the eye can see. Far off in the horizon, there were grayish-blue crags. Cell realized in his walk just how immense this place truly was. He felt as though he had been walking for eternity, yet those mountains never seemed to get any closer.
Cell surveyed the lands.
Nothing.
As his eyes shifted and scanned, he noticed something. Something that stood out in this barren wasteland, there was a small speck. Cell knew there was something else that existed here, and he finally found it. He walked towards the little black speck in the horizon. Every time he would take his walks, he walked for no purpose other than to get away from Freezer, but now it was out of the sake of curiosity. The more curious he got, the faster he walked. His curiosity actually grew because for once, something other than his residential pit actually seemed to come closer as he walked. At one point, he actually started running. Normally, he would just fly over to it, but that would mean he would use his ki, which was impossible. He was dead. How could he use his ki, his life force, if he was dead? Cell never got used to having to walk wherever he wanted to go, but he had no choice. When he first arrived, he considered having some of the members of Team Ginyu carry him in a chariot.
Cell finally arrived to what it was he spotted from a distance, it appeared to be some sort of monolith. A monolith, here, in the middle of nowhere, resting on the cracked ground; it was the only change in landscape he had seen since he left the pit where everyone stayed. This monolith seemed to be a stone doorway of sort, a portal. It was resting atop a small rising, a stone staircase about eight feet high with no carvings or markings to distinguish it. Cell stood by it and remembered that it was the kind that Enma Daio allowed his messengers and lackeys to use when they run their little errands.
"Why would a structure like this be in such a barren part of Hell? Hmm, it must be so scum like Freezer won't come across it by accident. Maybe Daio knows what he is doing after all. No, that fool NEVER knows what he's doing." Cell immediately lost interest in this piece of rock. It was obviously not active, Cell saw the doorframe fill with light when someone would step through, and it would seal up behind said person to prevent anyone else from using it. No matter, this one was taking Cell nowhere.
Suddenly, a light appeared in the portal and a messenger stepped through, some nameless ogre on some pointless mission, carrying it out with unappreciated dedication. The fellow hurried off to find the Task Master of this level and left the portal unguarded. Seems the all-powerful Enma Daio did not screen his workers for being meticulous in matters of security, especially when dealing with one of the most notorious criminals ever to be brought into this Hell. One did not go about leaving exits unguarded or better yet, open.
Cell simply stood as he always had, the pose that had made him feared on Earth, for no one could inflict fear into the hearts of mortals by simply crossing his arms, he paid no mind to the open portal. And still, the portal was open, a tempting invitation for someone who can recognize a situation when granted one.
Cell opened his eye slightly, and looked at the opened doorway, a doorway leading to unknown levels of this torturing world in the afterlife. He shut his eye again and snapped his head away in a very discriminating fashion, the Great Cell would never resort to such a low; to a superior being like himself, sneaking around and hiding like a lowly worm would be so very beneath him.
Yet he considered what the outcome would be of such actions.
What result would come of stepping through the portal? Would it be better than having to listen to that conceited weakling Freezer rant on about his race superiority one more time?
Probably.
No matter. He left that weakling behind as he kept ranting about being defeated by a pair of monkeys, by simply walking away. That trait annoyed Cell so much; it was pathetic for Freezer to keep whining about being killed at the hands of a Saiya-jin so long ago, it made him physically ill. That sort of obsessive behavior shows how shallow one can be.
Cell took a step; the silence was cut with the sound of the distinctive clank produced when the organic android walked. Then another. Eventually, Cell stood before the portal, still with his arms crossed, stared at the portal, analyzing it methodically.
Finally Cell broke his motionlessness. He extended his hand, and he touched the portal. It went right through. Streams of light shot out of the portal, making the android flinch slightly, this gave Cell the adrenaline to cross into the unknown.
All Cell saw was a bright white light; a blinding light that he had not seen since his battle with the son of Goku. He grew to hate the color of light. The more he thought of how he had been sent here unfairly by that boy, he grew even angrier, and angrier. Freezer kept complaining that Cell would only talk about his defeat, how "the perfect creation was defeated by a mere child," Freezer thought such shallowness was pathetic.
When the light passed and his eyes readjusted themselves, he saw where the portal had led him. He stepped down, reassumed his usual crossed-arm, and analyzed the new landscape, this new level.
This was obviously a higher level of Hell. The landscape was almost identical to the one he had just left, but it was lighter, less oppressive. Various inhabitants of this level were busily engaged tending to assorted tasks. Amidst the chaos of grueling manual labor as punishment for all eternity stood a hulking ogre, an ugly blue monster with purple hair and a horn on the top of his head, a whip in one hand, and a clip board in the other. There he stood, a crude beast shouting insults of a derogatory nature to the peons as he whipped them. The pathetic little beings just nodded their heads, grunted in acknowledgement and continued to work at their pitifully slow pace. They were obviously too stupid to feel pain. The ogre continued this act until he noticed the tall green fellow standing with his arms crossed. He adjusted his glasses and stomped up to Cell, asserting as much of the little authority he possessed.
"You there! Why aren't you working! Those rocks have to be piled and crushed with the Hammers of Pain and Despair; those are the orders from Enma Daio, a suitable punishment for fallen scum like you. Now get to work, you pathetic worm." The ogre shouted in Cell's face as he waved a huge fist. Cell looked at this loser; then proceeded in standing with his eyes closed.
"You...how dare…nobody ever…" the ogre spoke, not knowing who he was talking to. The veins in his neck pulsated in rage from this show of insubordination. "All right, maggot, you're here in my domain, and you'll do as I say, I can crush you in an instant, you filthy piece of…" with that threat Cell looked the ogre right in the eye, not saying a single word.
That cold look was enough. Fear consumed the meaningless ogre, all breath left his body, he tried to drop his eyes, "D—Don't forget what I told you…alright…sir."
The harried ogre did not even stop to see if his instructions were going to be followed, he just hurried off elsewhere like a dog with its tail between its legs. Cell looked at the nearby workers, they immediately went back to work. Except now they were trying very hard to look busy so they would not call attention to themselves. Cell sensed their fear, and he smiled. He felt a rush of power whenever he intimidated anyone weaker than him, it was a pleasure he enjoyed in death as much as he did in life. God, he wanted to be alive again.
Anyway, that possibility was far from becoming a reality, no one on earth would even consider using the Dragonballs to wish Cell back to life. It's been well over a year, so it was impossible for the Dragonballs to bring him back.
Chances are, people may not even remember him, they may remember his atrocities, but who knows how much time has past since his reign of terror.
Cell began to think of how the earth might have changed since his "untimely" departure, the people of earth must worship Gohan now. That thought made Cell angry, angrier and angrier, his death made a celebrity of that brat. It made Cell angry to think that the boy is a god on earth while he toiled unmercifully here in this…this place. Cell looked over to his right at a worker pounding on a rock with a little hammer, and kicked him, he was launched into the air; the heads of the other workers followed the flying demon until he disappeared far off in the horizon. A small puff of dust was raised on the side of a mountain where the demon landed.
The others looked back at Cell with wide eyes, and immediately went back to work at an even faster pace than before. Cell went back to thinking.
"That boy, that boy, THAT BOY," Cell festered in anger.
Finally, he settled down. This was not the first time Cell acted out on his anger, but by now, he could easily regain his composure. Within a few moments, Cell resumed his pose. He wondered what else this level might hold for entertainment. At the very least he should be able to watch the irresponsible ogres taken to task and punished for their stupidity and lapse in security.
Cell had only taken a step when another portal opened. An ogre with a very important air about him came storming out.
"Ezzo!! Haven't these boulders been finished yet? They need to be crushed and then heated for Enma Daio's personal sauna!" His irritation was aimed at the Taskmaster of this level who had regained his air of authority and was already shouting at some lowly demon who could not lift his hammer. Cell rolled his eyes.
"Does it look to you like I have plenty of extra help around here?" the Task Master shouted back.
Cell at once lost interest in the impending argument and noticed that the new arrival had also left his portal open as well. Cell smirked, such a streak of luck. Where was this luck when he was on earth? Without hesitation this time, Cell walked through the portal. The same flashes of light came at Cell as before, but this time he was ready for them, and they didn't make him have flashbacks of his rather uncomfortable death.
The portal zipped shut behind Cell, finally making the two bickering ogres realize what just happened, and WHO just went through the portal. They scurried about, and most of all tried to come up with an excuse to tell Daio when he realizes who just escaped.