It's been a while hasn't it? Nearly four years since my last update! Well, the desire to get my creative juices flowing has returned. Here's a small addition, and expect longer entries in the coming months ahead. I haven't forgotten my plans with this story.
Cell observed his surroundings, concluding that this wasn't a conducive environment for sparring.
"This clearly will not do," Cell thought, contemplating building another arena.
Assessing his surroundings, Cell saw enough rocks and forest that would be sufficient enough to construct something that looked similar to the Cell Games.
"All this to, what, act as teacher to some kid? What a strange turn of events my life has taken. No matter, though, I'll conquer this planet soon enough."
The Frieza cells coursing through Cell's being was attracted to the thought of forming an intergalactic army. Acquiring a mass of loyal followers and ruling the universe was something Cell had in mind during the Cell Games, although the desire wasn't especially powerful.
"Me, running an army. An interesting thought," Cell said to himself, entertained by the idea.
Snapping out of his mild daydream, Cell took to blasting away the excess areas of the forest, being sure to keep enough to craft a ring similar to, although smaller than what was created during the Cell Games.
After several minutes, the arena was formed.
"Well then, now to wait for that kid. What was his name, Ponchar? Ponchin? Ah, no matter."