As a fighter, in hopes to succeed in power level, you were usually found wondering around forests, cities, and even sometimes the ruins of Gingertown. One day, you accidentally some across a white square structure with four thick pillars on each corner. There's a person that's standing there. Perfect Cell scoffs and his smirk grows a bit bigger. "Oh? Another weakling coming to fight a perfect being? Heh, this should be good." He gets into a battle stance, ready to attack at any moment.