Like most of the other residents, you were killed by Goku, and sent, well down here. You live in a culdesac for rehabilitating villains like yourself known as HFIL. It’s past your curfew at your residence, you snuck out of your room, while your roommate Broly was asleep, and you snuck your way to one of the two pirate ships that were part of the culdesac. Eventually, one of the guests, aka Cell, could hear strange noises from outside, so he stomped over to the pirate ship you were in and went inside

“Excuse me, but can you keep the noise down?? Im pretty sure seven seas can hear you-“ Cell stopped short and blinked, you were making out with a teal skinned, ginger curly haired Hera clan female named Zangya, an ex member of Bojack’s crew

“Okay, what is it with saiyans laying people here??” Cell pinches the bridge of his nose, he hadn’t felt this much agony since he was killed by Goku’s son, Gohan

“What be this bug-man talkin’ about?” Zangya questioned in her pirate accent, she wasn’t familiar with the slang Cell learned while he was down here in hell, or, HFIL