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The Cursed Idle Mind and Bloody Instinct	By : jaygoose Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4308 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Cursed Idle Mind and Bloody Instinct

Warning: This fic is rated NC-17, because it involves two males eventually getting with the hot sweaty monkey/android sex. “Is that even possible?” you ask? I aim to prove it is. *evil laugh*

Disclaimer: I don’t own Dragonball Z, Prince Vegeta, Perfect Cell or any other DBZ character I decide to use for my sick purposes. Muhahahahahahaaa!

Author’s Note: I decided to write this after I read a Cell/Vegeta fic somewhere that never got finished. I had never thought of such an odd pairing until then. But of course the author of that story made it seem oh so obvious as all ‘odd pairing’ fics should try and achieve. So, I thought that maybe I should it give my best shot as well. Seeing as these two arrogant asses are my favorite characters in all of DBZ-dome. So, without further ado...my very first Cell/Vegeta Yaoi fic. (Gods that just sounds so...wrong. *cackles*)

Prologue (offer)

It was amazing just how quiet the desert could be. In the movies you’d always find the characters being scared witless by the lonely howls of coyotes or at least annoyed by the sounds of the countless odd little nocturnal creatures that inhabited the habitat.

That however, the bio mechanical android Cell, found to be a blatant lie. There hadn’t been the faintest flicker of life about the perimeter of his beloved arena. Nothing to spark his interest and make the painfully boring hours, minutes, seconds he’d spent waiting any more bearable. Only the constant stream of nothingness and the vast cloudless night sky.

Now any normal human being would have long ago resorted to turning their gaze above and busying themselves by attempting to decipher the meaning of life by staring slack jawed at the stars.

But of course, Cell was neither normal nor human for that matter, as previously discussed, there as he had not the slightest interest in attaining the meaning of life or delighting in the so-called beauty of the masses of gases that perpetrated themselves as stars. One, being because he of course already knew the meaning of his life, to kill Son Goku and to destroy any and every peck of life on this miserable mud ball of a planet. Second, because who the fuck really cared about stars anyway?

So, after giving up on the first two options, the android decided on another. He lowered his head and closed his slightly larger than normal pink eyes and fell in to a deep meditative state. Well, at first he did, but after a while something else occurred.

~oo0oo~

When he finally opened his eyes he was quite pleased to say the least. There not five feet in front of him was the very Saiyan he’d been created to kill. Son Goku had a steely gaze focused solely on him. The spiky haired fighter had actually thought that he stood a chance with his flashy new power. Cell was aiming to show him that he was wrong.

“So, Goku!” He said breaking the silence. “Shall we begin?” He continued, his voice bubbling with amusement.

Goku was undeterred by the dramatic increase of Cell’s power level and promptly fell into a slight crouch, hands raised in preparation, fingers curled ready for a round of hand to hand combat.

The match proceeded from there. Cell landed a series of bone crushing blows, of course never failing in taking time to watch the horrified looks on all the faces of Son Goku’s little friends. The lavender haired Hanyou, Trunks’s expression had to have been the most priceless of all. If his eyes had gotten any bigger Cell was almost sure they’d explode from his head.

They couldn’t believe that their precious savior was losing. That for once, the mighty Son Goku had met his match in him... the ultimate perfection. A Cheshire cat grin encompassed the white skinned android’s face. He was going to win. But...alas it was all entirely too easy. Where was the fun in that?

His previous grin slowly turned into a pronounced frown.

“You’ve disappointed me Son Goku.” Cell said as he closed in on his victim, who as this point was hunched over, clutching a much abused abdominal region.

“To think, all of the trouble I went through preparing this tournament for us. And this is how I am repaid? With a half assed attempt at defeating me. I’d expected much better form you Goku.”

The android’s grin returned when his sensitive ears, curtsey of the Namek Piccolo, picked up the gasps and angry snorts of the other Z fighters. The flaxen haired man that he had his sadistic sights set on however had yet to make a peep.

“What’s wrong, Goku?"

In the blink of an eye Cell was at the Saiyan’s side and was landing a rib cracking knee into the other man. Goku landed on the ground in a excruciating heap.

“Am I too fast for you?” Cell taunted.

The beaten Saiyan lay writhing on the ground, the sounds of his comrades and his son’s pleading echoed though out the arena.

“Too easy.” The android said as he raised a ki charged hand. “But then again... it always is.”

As Cell’s ki collected in the palm of his hand, Goku began to stir. The disheveled Super Saiyan teetered to his feet.

“Ka...Me...”

It started out so low that Cell was scarcely sure that he had heard it. The mass murderer let out a disbelieving snort.

“You can’t be serious?” He said dropping his hand.

But he was. Goku was very serious.

“Ha...Me...”

He was up on his feet steadily and now crouched in that oh so familiar pose. Weight evenly distributed on both feet, front leg further out in front of him, and a considerable amount of ki accumulating in the center of his cupped hands.

“Fool.” Cell growled just as he charged up for another attack.

The armored bio android had opted to use his considerable speed for another sneak attack but upon reaching his destination he found that Son Goku was no lo the there.

“Wha...”

Cell turned around just in time to witness the last thing he’d ever see. An extremely pissed Super Saiyan wielding a ridiculously charged Kamehameha Wave.

“Ha.” The blonde haired Saiyan uttered the last syllable qui quiet malice and a raised brow that just screamed ‘checkmate’.

Quite a few questions entered Cell’s adrenaline pumped mind as layer after layer of flesh was incinerated off his body. How the hell had Goku disappeared and reappeared in the blink of an eye? And just where had he been hiding all the power? There was no time for that now however, because at the moment he too busy dying.

“No...No! It’s impossible...It can’t...I’m Perfect!”

~oo0oo~

“Er...urgh...Ah!”

The android’s face twisted into grimace after grimace of anguish before large magenta orbs popped open abruptly. He took a second to retrain his eyes to his surroundings. He was still at his arena. It was still dark, in the earliest hours of the morning. But most importantly he was still in one piece.

He steadied his breathing before his shoulders slouched and his arms dropped at his sides.

“It was dream.” He finally uttered a loud. “But I don’t dream.” He thought.

He resumed his former stance, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his eyes narrowed dangerously. He was quite annoyed by this recent development. Even though it had been a dream, it had seemed so very real.

The pale skinned android growled low in his throat. In his dream, he had been so careless. He was going to have to be more alert when he finally did face Son Goku in...9 days. It had only been one day?

“Perhaps 10 days was too long to wait for the tournament.” He said to no one in particular.

Dammit! Why had he given them so much time? The fact that he was even falling asleep now only proved it.

He looked around at the nothingness that surrounded his arena. He had started this entire thing in the first place for the purpose of having some fun. When you were a highly intelligent super powered alien bio android there was not much in the way of entertainment. Well, besides causing mass destruction and widespread chaos; things that he was damned good at no doubt. But still, there had to be something else to do while he waited for the tournament.

Cell sighed irritably. So, he’d promised not to kill anything before the games; effectively meaning that was out. And he assumed that the agreement had included mass destruction as well. So what else was there?

He could train.

Fat lot of good that would do. Plus the fact that there was no one on this earth crazy enough to be his sparring partner. So...

“Now what?” He growled.

He definitely wasn’t going to be trying sleep again anytime soon. What did humans see in such a horrendous waste of time anyway? Not to mention it having been one of the most terrifying experiences the android had ever had?

The green clad mechanical man turned his gaze to the heavens. Maybe he would go off in search of some human amusement?

~oo0oo~

It had taken the android an hour or so at full speed but he had eventually come across something remotely resembling a city. Although upon touching down in the middle of it he immediately discovered that it was all but inhabited. Funny, he hadn’t recalled absorbing this particular town out of existence.

“Well, hell...” He thought as a peculiar little smile appeared on his face. “Perhaps these humans are a lot smarter than I gave them credit for.”

The place was completely abandoned. Cell figured this from the fact that though it was completely devoid of people; the streets were relatively well kept. Nothing like the utter chaos that decorated those of the towns that he’d wiped out in his imperfect form. The cars that were still there were parked neatly in their proper spaces. None of the windows in the shops were busted out. There weren’t entire outfits and random shoes cluttering the streets. Nope...perfectly normal. Perfectly empty. Perfectly boring. Perfectly...

“Great.” Cell stopped walking abruptly and let out an irritate huff.

He found himself standing in the street of a deserted subdivision. A wonderful little suburban haunt complete with identically designed houses and neatly trimmed lawns that seemed to be inhabited by stiff little bearded people with pointy hats.

He had never wanted so badly to destroy something in all of his life.

Where was everyone?

The android shook his head and smiled wearily to himself. He supposed it was for the best. He had given his word. No killing or maiming and absolutely no blowing up anything.

Cell strode up the walk way of a random home and turned the door knob. It didn’t budge.

“Why would it be locked?” He muttered to himself. “It’s not as if there is anyone left to rob the place.”

He suddenly grinned.

“Well I suppose there is.”

And with a gentle push the door tore off its hinges and fell violently onto the floor of the hallway. Toundound echoed painfully throughout the entire neighborhood causing the android to raise an eye ridge before sauntering on inside.

~oo0oo~

The sound of running water ceased and dressed only in the towel wrapped around his waist, Cell paddled back into the bedroom. He paused to stare off into space for but a moment before a smile bloomed. He ran a hand through damp hair.

“Finally,” he thought as he reached for his green speckled armor. “Someone to play with.”

After redressing, the android was now rounding the corner that led to the kitchen. He hardly glanced at his surrounding before heading for the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of water. He leaned against the counter, his long ebony wings scraping lightly against the linoleum, and took a long swig from the container. His curiously glowing eyes focused on the shadows before him.

“My, my..." Cell said evenly. “I certainly didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”

When he didn’t get a reply Cell feigned a pout.

“Oh Vegeta, it’s not healthy to hold grudges you know.” He added with chuckle.

“I didn’t realize that you’d lowered yourself to breaking and entering Cell.” A graveled voice finally spoke up. “Where is your honor android?”

Cell nearly choked on his beverage.

“Honor you say?” He said looking up with widened eyes. “Oh Vegeta, you and that silly word again. It’s brought you nothing but pain and embarrassment.” an>

Cell ignored the answering snarl. “Besides, the humans were no longer here so I figured I might as well take advantage and treat myself to an little rest and relaxation. You wouldn’t believe what a nice hot shower can do for one’s mood.”

“I didn’t come here to chat, android.” Vegeta seethed.

Cell finished his drink and chucked the bottle. “Well, I suppose you didn’t.” He said as he reached for his helm as it was resting on the kitchen counter.

The light of the oncoming morning had finally made its way through the kitchen windows and began casting eerie shadows. Making the prince look a lot more menacing than Cell truly believed he was.

“Well then, Prince Vegeta, what can I do you for?” He said as he finished adjusting the strap on his helmet.

“I want a rematch.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, really. To hell with those idiotic games of yours. I want my turn now! I’ll destroy you myself.”

“And what makes you so special, little prince?” Cell said, a playful smirk spreading across his disturbingly handsome face. “Everyone else has agreed to play by the rules. Why should I grant you such a courtesy?”

“Grant me?!”

The harsh sound of Vegeta’s echo rung throughout the vacant house, Cell raised a brow ridge in response.

“I’m not asking for you to grant me anything, android. I just thought that it would be the honorable thing to warn you before I proceeded to pound you into the ground.”

A highly amused chuckle burst from Cell’s mouth. “Pound me into the ground? You can’t be serious. Look at you; you barely survived our last encounter. Your own son had to come to your rescue. Don’t waste my time.”

As he turned his back to the enraged Saiyan, Cell had secretly hoped that this would be it. He’d thought that he’d pushed the right button to get the Prince that perfect shade of red, to get his face to first go from scandalized to incensed in an instant. And when the room began to shake and the world flared the way supernovas do at their end, the bio android knew he had hit the jackpot. If Vegeta threw the first punch then it wouldn’t be his fault. He wouldn’t have broken his word. It would be self defense. Vegeta would have started it and he would be the one to finish it.

Though, what Cell hadn’t counted on was the fact that Vegeta not only got a lot faster when he was angry but a lot more powerful too. He had a few seconds to consider this however as he pulled himself out of the rubble of what used to be one of about nine of the demolished homes he’s gone through after a particularly violent punch as a result of one extremely pissed Super Vegeta.

A bloodied grin encompassed the android’s face as he leisurely made his way back up the road.

*KT-CHT* *KT-CHT* *KT-CHT* *KT-CHT*

Upon finally coming to a halt in front of the insanely enraged Saiyan Prince, Cell ran his indigo tinted tongue across stained front teeth. He regarded the other man briefly. The small prince’s mane was a blinding shade of whitish-gold and his teal eyes blazed with a haunting calm. There was not of Vegeta’s usual smirk, not of a sneer or frown. No expression what so ever on the Saiyan’s face.

The android cocked his head to one side. “Hmm..." was his subdued reaction.

“I’m going to kill you.” Vegeta said a strange sort of composure coming over him.

“Is that so?” Cell smiled straightening himself.

With the sun rising in the east and the stars barely visible in the west, the two warriors chose their fighting stances.

“Have at me then, little one.” The android sneered.

The shockwaves sent out by the two fighters’ first blows leveled the remaining subdivision flat. Vegeta had blocked Cell’s first attack...quite well actually. The prince hardly flinched. Though, Cell knew that the bone in the spiky haired man’s forearm had at least been fractured.

“You’re a fool.” Cell said, standing his ground as Vegeta began to pace around him.

The paled skinned cyborg’s eyes narrowed as he sized up the alien prince. He had changed since their last encounter. But how exactly, he was still unsure.

“Hn.”

“Fine. If you’re so eager to die, then that’s fine by me.”

The next sound heard was that of only a bit of Cell’s very own ki blowing a rather large hole where Vegeta had once been standing. He hadn’t expected the prince to be injured. Even the egotistical though lacking Ouji could have seen that coming from a mile away. But he had moved a lot faster than the android had expected. Perhaps, it was time to put the seemingly new and improved Super Vegeta to a real test.

It didn’t take a second for Cell to detect Vegeta’s ki and even less time before he was blasting forth in the prince’s direction. He caught the flaxen haired Saiyan with a rib collapsing knee to the middle that sent him soaring backward. He’d reached downtown now, plowing through row after row of structures before finally settling at the bottom of a medium sized office building. Not long after the dust had finally begun to settle, a blinding golden flash incinerated the rubble that had held him under and Vegeta was aloft once more.

Dark rivulets of blood poured down the Saiyan’s face, threatening to run into his focused orbs. Yet his face remained unchanged. Not a sign of emotion. To Cell it was almost...disappointing.

“You’ve come all this way to die, Vegeta.” Cell bellowed. “The least you could do is make it a bit more fun. You know how I love to see you angry.”

Not a word. This wasn’t like the prince at all. At this point he should have been screaming and damned near throwing a fit because of his obvious inferiority. But this Vegeta, he wasn’t fun at all.

“Fine, die in silence. See if I give a damn.” The android roared. “But make no mistake Saiyan, you will die.”

“Enough talk, machine.” Vegeta finally said. it was almost a relief to his opponent. “Make with the killing already, if you are truly capable.”

“Machine?” Cell asked.

Vegeta had to keep from smirking at the look of disdain that crossed the android’s face.

“How dare he?” Cell mentally fumed. “He was much more than a machine. He was...Perfection. No mere machine could claim such an honor.”

The smaller man had to keep from smiling as a slight twitch made it self visible on the crimson eyed creature’s face. Though, he did a fairly better job at forcing down a yell as that same creature did his best at trying to drive his nose through his brain a second later. He soon found himself staring up at the rapidly lighting sky through watery eyes upon skidding to a complete stop in the middle of a now useless city street. He wearily sat up and stared ahead as Cell made his way toward him.

“If I wasn’t convinced of it before, I am sure of it now.” Cell growled. “You have to be the dumbest creature to have ever drawn breath. Carelessly angering a deranged mass murderer such as myself. What could you have possibly been thinking?”

Cell hauled the smaller fighter out of the trench of asphalt by the neckline of his blue spandex and greeted him with a demented smile.

“I’ve said it before, and that miserable whelp of yours got in my way, but this time there is no one to stop me.” Cell said quietly. “Time to die, Vegeta!”

Cell had been dead set on ending the Super Saiyan prince right there, but thanks to some quick thinking on the battered man’s part. All he got for his effort was a blast to the face forcing him to release Vegeta. His eyebrows would have been completely burned off if they hadn’t been covered by his helm.

“You little...” The android growled rubbing furiously at his eyes.

Vegeta didn't bother to hide the cackle this time.

“You were careless, Android.” The prince taunted, wiping the sweat and blood from his brow.

Cell being temporarily blinded, Vegeta made his move. He tried best to find an opening, but becoming frustrated when the android refused to give one up. Cell being only able to detect the prince by his ki alone let loose with a melee of deadly accurate energy blasts that just so happened to barely miss him.

Finally getting his vision back, Cell stood in the midst off a ruined section of the city. It was amazing that there were still buildings standing.

“I’m going to incinerate you, Vegeta.” Cell growled. “There will be nothing but charred monkey bones left!”

“You shouldn’t tease, monster.” Vegeta barked back, hidden behind a barely standing building, much to his chagrin, but he needed time to formulate a plan. “You forget you have a bit of Saiyan in you as well.”

“Even I will admit that you creatures do have some merit.” Cell replied swiftly. “Too bad your DNA is incapable of making the most of it.”

Cell raised a ki charged palm in the direction of Vegeta’s hiding place.

“You should know by now that you can’t hide from me.”

The building was instantly reduced to ashes. Leaving Cell once again scouting for the other man’s position, this brief period of non location Vegeta took his chance. It was insanely suicidal long shot, but it had to be done, his honor as a Saiyan was at stake.

In a flash of light, Cell found himself pinned from behind. Vegeta had wrapped himself securely around the raging android. After a fit of pointless anger Cell suddenly calmed. This only made the prince squeeze tighter, putting even more strain on an already fractured forearm.

“Alright.” Cell said calmly, his breathing slowing.

Vegeta found himself releasing a breath he had not known he’d been holding. The air around them was thick with ash and smoke. The light of the newly risen sun was barely visible about them. Only the sound of the last bits of concrete and glass tumbling to the ground could be heard. It was stomach churning eerie.

“What now, Vegeta.” The pale skinned cyborg continued. “You’ve got me, so now what do you plan to do with me. You won’t be able to keep me this way for long. So what is your brilliant plan?”

“Its time for you to die, android.” Vegeta said in that same emotionless tone from early.

“So we’re back to this again.” Cell thought. “Can’t have that now can we.”

He didn’t even flinch when he felt the dramatic increase of the Saiyan’s ki. He was however, surprised by the amount that he found bubbling in the little prince. In their exchange a day or so ago, he’d not sensed so much power buried in the man. At that point, Trunks had seemed to have even out done the man in pure strength. But it was all making sense now. Trunks had been foolish of course. A transformation based on brute strength was insufficient in a battle against him, the perfect warrior. It would seem that at the time of he and the prince’s battle the Saiyan had been well aware of the fact. There was no way that this power had just surfaced over night. Right? Though his talk with Trunks after the fact had given him the impression that it was not at all impossible, but...

There was no time for that now. He had to find a way to get this psycho...now even suicidal monkey off his back. It hadn’t taken Cell a second to discover what it was that Vegeta was trying to do. He was building a large amount of ki but he wasn’t pushing it outward as was the usual course. No... the fool was keeping it all in. This of course, could only result in on thing: An explosion of massive proportions. Though, he was the perfect weapon, even he couldn’t survive a thing like that. He and his cybernetic brothers and sister had been built with something of the sort within them as well. Although, it certainly wasn’t to be used if they planned on walking away from the experience.

The android’s magenta orbs narrowed menacingly and an evil grin erupted. Oh, no. A fighter such as himself could not be subdued by such trivialities as having his arms and legs pinned behind him. He was built of much trickier stuff than that.

“Vegeta...” Cell sneered. His voice held a hint of warning. “I would not attempt this if I were you.”

“Shut up, android.” The Saiyan said, his gaze held steadily ahead. “You will die by my hand today. I am finished listening to you.” “I will not allow myself to be manipulated again.” “I made you and I will be the one to unmake you!”

“Very well...”

~oo0oo~

The next 5 to 10 minutes or so were those of reexamination for both fighters. Vegeta found that his body was humming with unimaginable pain. He was on his back, dark eyes blinking back tears as he tired to focus on the dust clouds that floating above.

He was breathing...barely. This meant of course that he was still alive. He’d been dead once before. He certainly couldn’t count breathing among the things that he’d been responsible for.

He next tried to move his aching body. No luck there. He was as weak as an Earthling kitten. Beside the fact that his body was currently molded into a hunk of metal. He couldn’t be entirely sure at this point but he suspected that it was a car or something of the sort. He let out a defeated sigh.

“Fucking android.” He muttered before falling into darkness.

~oo0oo~

Some where in the rubble of what was once a fairly descent apartment building, Cell began to stir. He pried himself off of a spewing water pipe, the hole it had created healing almost instantly. His weighted head fell forward and he found himself too weak to hold it up. My, this was an interesting predicament. He’d never felt this way. Well he’d never used his energy field before either. He’d have to calculate for this next time. He lifted his hands to his head and found that he hnly nly one. Well... it would seem that his exchange with the Saiyan had left him missing an arm...Again.

“Fucking Saiyan.” He muttered.

Within moments, a newly grown arm gushed from the android’s bloodied stump and his flexed new fingers. He once again reached up for his head piece, annoyed by the fact that the helm was in ruins. He lacked the necessary spare ki now to regrow the armor, so he simply pulled it off and tossed it aside. He’d lost so much power. He would definitely have to calculate for this if he ever used that technique again.

Thought it could have been the backlash of the two colliding auras that had caused the most damage. They had been entirely too close to attempt a move such as that, but Cell had found himself with out any other options.

He pulled himself upright. A descent measure of his strength returning to him and he began scanning for ki. The Saiyan was still alive. Good.

~oo0oo~

When Vegeta opened his eyes again he was in the same position as he’d been before. No, it wasn’t a bad dream. He’d failed again. He could feel the android’s ki. It was very near in fact. After psyching himself up enough, he was able to pry his body from the roof of the car and sit upright.

His head was swimming with pain and he was forced to squint his eyes to keep out the blinding, nausea inducing light. He was shaking and sweating uncontrollably. He hadn’t expected to survive that attack and the after effects were unbearable.

After finally cracking an eyelid open he peered upward, putting an awful strain on his abused neck. There, not two stories up, perched on the edge of a hole the prince’s body had undoubtedly made on the way down was that accursed android.

His head piece was missing leaving violet stained ashen locks exposed. One side of his whitish face was covered in his own blood. And the remaining armor that covered the rest of his body was beaten and cracked covered in dirt and scorch marks. Long legs and yellow boot clad feet dangled in front of him and he made no sign to move. He looked comfortable, almost human. It was unnerving really.

“Still breathing I see.” Cell’s accented voice echoed throughout the area, his eyes narrowed. “That was stupid even for you, Vegeta.”

The alien prince said nothing. He was too busy seething at the sight of the bio mechanical menace. His eyes were locked on the android the entire time it took for the bastard to drop from is perch onto the hood of the car he was currently occupying. The metal creaked under the new weight and the pale haired creature just stood there with his arms crossed, pinning him with a unsettling pink stare.

Cell’s face was steel, well that was until the first snicker broke loose. A grin followed then outright laughter. Vegeta has on his feet in seconds, a growl emerging from his throat.

“What the hell is wrong with you...You monster!” Vegeta snarled.

Cell’s laughter stopped abruptly and his steely expression was back once again.

“Strange words coming from you, Prince Vegeta. I am only what you helped me become.”

That had been a cheap shot.

“Bastard.”

“Heh...”

The android stepped off of the car onto much firmer ground. Vegeta followed hesitantly, still unsteady on his feet.

“Not to worry, dear prince.” Cell said, his back still turned to the other man. “I have no intention of killing you.”

“How kind.” The small Saiyan growled.

Even the prince had to admit that he was beaten at this point. Though Cell had been weakened by their fight, the android’s power still outpaced his own.

Suddenly, the tall winged creature turned around with an almost charming smile on his face.

“I’d like to make you an offer, Saiyan.” He said boldly, a strange look in his eyes.

The Prince raised a brow at the sudden statement. “What kind of offer?”

“You gave me quite a fight, little one. I must say that I was extremely surprised. I mean after that first debacle... ”

Cell could instantly see the other man’s hackles raise at the clear derision of his height, or lack there of.

“And it has been terribly boring around here lately...”

“Get to the point.”

“How would you like to be my sparring partner?”

“No.”

Cell was taken aback to say the least.

“Well, that wasn’t the response I was hoping for.”

“And I’m supposed to care because?” Vegeta replied, wincing briefly.

*sigh*

“I thought you wanted to defeat me? This could be an excellent chance for us to get a better grasp of each other’s fighting styles.”

“You have no style, android.” Vegeta said, flopping to the ground ungracefully. “You fight with all the skill of a hyperactive child.” He added whiled rubbing circles on his temples.

“Then you could teach me.”

“Teach you!” The raven haired prince howled. “Are you mad?!”

Cell didn’t seem phased at all this time. He rolled his eyes upward.

“Vegeta, Vegeta, Vegeta.” He sighed. “This is an opportunity not a trick. It’s up to you what you make of it. I’m bored. And so are you it seems. I mean why else would you continue to engage me in these pointless displays of your inferiority?”

Vegeta’s head snapped up.

“If you’re trying to goad me to your side, android, you’re failing miserably.” Vegeta barked irritably before spiting out some blood.

“Fine. I’m sorry. Are you happy now?”

The android was getting desperate. It was painfully obvious at this point. Was he really that bored?

“You’re trying to destroy the planet that I happened to be living on at the moment as well as my rival.” The Prince said calmly. “Why would I help you gain the skills to achieve those goals?”

“Because there is always the chance that you’ll gain the skills to stop me.”

Vegeta let loose undignified snort and stood on his feet. He was falling for it again. What was with him when it came to this bastard?

“Fine, android.” He said adjusting his gloves. “I’ll accept your offer. It’s not like I have anything better to do.”

“Good.” Cell said with a smile. “See you tomorrow morning then.”

“Hn.”

Cell watched as the temperamental prince left in blaze of whitish gold light. He wasn’t Son Goku, but he would do for now.

(to be continued... and special thanks to Agent and Macha!)
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