(Preshow) Preshow Facility

[Cell]

Cell blinked into the hallway. He looked at his hand and flexed his fingers. The teleportation felt a lot like Instant Transmission, though it didn’t require a source of energy to lock onto, nor did he consciously direct the movement. As far as he knew, no such technology existed in his universe; only the teleportation technique he and Goku knew. What else did this dimension hold?
 
His surroundings were quite plain. A long hallway stretched out in front of him with an assortment of doors heading off in different directions on its sides. A lot of people milled about, going through the doors while others hung around chatting. Cell narrowed his eyes and scanned the crowd. He almost expected to see an orange and blue gi or the black spiky hair so characteristic of the saiyans. His jaw set when he considered that the little half-breed runt might be nearby. No, he wouldn’t fight for the fun of it. That was Goku, not his son.
 
Cell frowned. He tried to size up his potential competitors in front of him, but for some reason, his ki sense was malfunctioning. He focused harder but still nothing came to him. So many of them looked like weaklings, but how could he be sure without sensing their energy?
 
One member in particular caught his eye, though. A tall, muscular man, his long golden hair spiked, stood with another woman, his turquoise eyes sharp. It might just be a stylistic coincidence, but was that contestant a Super Saiyan? How could Cell be unaware of a saiyan, especially one with such power? He had only known of four, and yet here stood this mysterious figure.
 
Cell approached. His blue eyes flicked to the woman for a moment but settled back on his original target. “Hello. My name is Cell. You wouldn’t happen to be a saiyan now, would you?”