The Author's Note: First off, I've been trying since Saturday to post this for you but the site was being totally stupid up until late this afternoon, actually. But, here's what I've been promising you guys—Cell's p.o.v. on Shadowed Spirit. It's starting off a little slow, but first chapters usually do for me. I promise more action on Cell's thoughts in coming chapters. For now it's a little difficult, but I like the challenge and think that I'll get the hang on it. After all, the last three fanfics I've written were all from Layrial's side and I'm keeping the same story, but switching characters. Eek!

Also, a big shout-out and thanks to Hiiragi Demon for helping me concoct a title for this. We spent a good twenty minutes or so trying to figure out what word fit best in front of "of an android." It wasn't easy, but she helped me think of what is now there.

Anyway, reviews are always welcome and highly encouraged. Enjoy this!

Shadowed Spirit: Dignity of an Android

Chapter 1: Interference

Since the dawn of my existence I have never considered humans even remotely adequate and substantial to my standards. The only reason that I spared a few in my travels is for the mere concept that destroying them all at once would leave me with nothing in the end. When I decided upon creating a martial arts tournament, I decided it was best to keep the Earth's unharmed until they all witnessed my true power. I do understand to the fullest extent that they already knew that I'm capable of immense possibilities, however, the more fear I can strike into them, the more I'll enjoy watching them crumble beneath my fingertips.

It was going perfectly, too. I had everyone where I wanted them; they waited for the day to arrive, the day my enemies would attempt to stop me in a tournament, but victory would not be theirs. I will allow the humans and Saiyans alike—whoever challenged me—to have the moment in the spotlight, but once I've dug their grave far enough I'll end it. There will be no mercy.

Goku, though, is who I'm looking forward to engage in a fight. My creator's number one enemy, a man that is one of the two surviving members of an alien race known as the Saiyans, but a man who was raised here on Earth as a human. Though he's foolish, ignorant, and much too trusting of others, he's the most powerful being to exist under me. He is the one I desire to kill the most.

I gave them all ten days to prepare. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision when I was explaining to young Trunks, (a boy of mixed human and Saiyan blood), about the tournament, of which I dubbed the Cell Games. I thought it was a nice little title, naming it after myself of course. Ten days should be plenty of time for everyone who dared enter my ring to ready themselves for their demise. They could train, but in ten days very little could be accomplished where they'd have a fighting chance against me. I was confident and knew there was nothing holding me back.

I could already guess who would show up. The sad thing is none of them would pose much sport for me. Goku, maybe, but other than that I knew that no one was strong enough to do any serious harm. They may get lucky enough to land a punch or kick, maybe two if I'm generous, but otherwise I could care less who came. Goku's son would no doubt show himself, but the boy was only around ten years old according to my data—I knew that he had a little talent in the skills department, but nothing to even consider as a threat. Vegeta, the second surviving Saiyan, had already tried his luck against me, but I easily swatted him away. For a prince, he had nothing to offer. Trunks gave the same result; he may be stronger than his own father, Vegeta, but again, no challenge.

Irregardless, there were now eight days remaining and already I was overly bored. I made a few rounds, saw that people decided to head out of town instead of collecting in one spot to hope for their fate to be cancelled, and decided that I was better off ignoring the pathetic specimens I came across. Therefore, I returned to the arena I myself had constructed and waited for the day to arrive. One news team had attempted to gain an interview with me earlier in the day, but my disgust with their cowardly approach caused me to turn them away. Actually, I'll admit it was more like toss them away. I do hope they had a nice landing.

However, that afternoon after already having my fill of fun, I was advanced yet again. My eyes caught sight of the white vehicle approaching long before they could have seen me—a wonderful advantage over the common man. The last crew hadn't had the nerve to drive up this close; therefore I was a tad more interested to see how far this would go before these humans realized they made the wrong choice to come out here. I welcomed publicity during my games, but otherwise I wished to be left alone.

The van, a news vehicle of course, halted and I could easily sense there were three life forms inside. They were average men, but the glare from the sun blocked my view from seeing them completely while they remained inside their transportation unit. When the doors opened, I was mildly surprised to see a woman step out first. Two men followed, one holding large camera and I briefly wondered if it was already making a live broadcast.

The woman walked defiantly towards me. She was dressed in black and white fashionable attire, or so I assumed was the case since I wasn't, nor cared, to be educated on human clothing habits. She was made up to look pretty, that much I realized, but her appearance made no difference. The two men were like any others I had seen in the past and I thought of them to be her sidekicks more than her protectors.

She paused in her approach at the side of the ring and I took a quick moment to study her further. She was young and carried herself boldly, but the arrogance about her made me want to roll my eyes and pretend she wasn't there. I didn't have the patience to be bothered by a feminine flair, not to mention it wasn't appreciated by whoever decided to send her out here. If they thought they could create an encouragement, they were gladly mistaken.

I stared back at her as she looked up towards me. My face, as I'm sure proved to her, was unfaltering and uncaring at her presence. She, though, didn't seem to care. I sensed very little fear in her as she pulled herself up onto the tiled floor of my arena, her shoes making an annoying clanking sound with each step she took. I held back the smile that nearly forced its way out when she realized her friends weren't following her lead.

Her saunter was annoying and I held back the urge to kill her before I gave her a chance to think she could get what she wanted. The more I studied her, the more I realized she was fairly attractive for a human, but other than that I dwelled on the notion that she was much too daring.

"Good afternoon," she said holding up a microphone to my face. She wasn't all that tall; she could barely reach up without stretching to shove the contraption in my face. She tried though, I'll give her that. "I'm Layrial Adercon and I'd like to engage you in an exclusive interview."

Unfortunately, my gaze upon her didn't warn her enough. She continued with her nerve still very strong. "Well, let's start by asking why you decided to create a tournament on your own? And why way out here?"

I was growing tired of her mouth and her noble desire to get answers out of me. I closed my eyes and turned my head away, hoping that being a gentleman and kindly ignoring her instead of killing her would push her away. Of course it didn't though and my agitation grew to its peak.

"Excuse me, didn't you hear me? Are you deaf or something?" She asked, her voice filled with annoyance.

Annoyance that wasn't even comparable with the lack of tolerance I felt at that moment. "The stupidity amongst you humans is almost shocking," I said finally.

"Excuse me?" she replied and I could feel her ambition slipping slightly.

At the point of losing my temper, I looked back at her, my eyes piercing her flesh with invisible knives—a weapon I had no use for, mind you. "You're the second news crew to come out here in the same day," I replied harshly. "If I had wanted more publicity I would have sought it, but you people are insistent on doing things your way."

"Excuse me?" She pardoned again and I grew highly aware that her cover wasn't all that it seemed to be, as I expected.

My brow narrowed slightly and my head tilted further down towards her. Dull gray eyes stared back at me in curiosity and confusion, but I paid no attention to their need. "Is that all you're able to say now? It seems the big flashy reporter is losing her sudden nerve for an exclusive interview."

There—I had broken her barrier. Her attitude steamed forward and she put her hands on her hips, her waist bending her upper body slightly towards me with anger. "I'm fine, you jerk, so answer my questions!"

I turned towards her, my arms uncrossing, but I kept my stern expression pressed deeply in my face. "I think not," I replied. For one, I didn't appreciate being sworn at.

"Do you want to get paid or something? I'll call up my manager and he'll write you a check. Then maybe you can answer my questions." She couldn't just give up and accept her fate, could she?

Apparently not; she stood her ground and looked at me with a certain level of willingness to wait until she got what she wanted. "Ignorant fool," I said after a short moment; I raised my arm and pointed my finger at one of the men behind her—the younger of the two first. If she didn't want to give up and leave, then I'd make her see how very wrong she was for disturbing my peace and quiet.

I released a small amount of energy, transforming it into a simple ray of power and aimed for the now-running individual. I gave him a chance to have one last yell and then I shot him head on. A small puff of a dirt cloud formed from where the blast hit the target, but soon it dwindled way to allow the remaining two humans to see a charcoaled mark on the desert floor. The second man swore and dropped his camera in order to give him less weight as he ran for his life.

I allowed myself a very small grin at this image before lifting myself off the ground and flying effortlessly at the fleeing creature. Within half a second I was right behind him; he barely had an instant to scream in my face before I kicked him into the sky. A small chuckle escaped my throat and I tossed up a small ki blast at the man's soaring body.

Two down, one to go. The girl had fallen to the floor of the arena and she didn't move as I approached her. Her growing weakness clearly showed through when I noticed small tears jumping from her eyes—I couldn't help myself but laugh. She was so small, so insignificant that she didn't realize that she was the one who caused the commotion today. I would take pure delight in killing her, but what gave me a bigger thrill was that she now understood that she was going do die.