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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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The Cursed Idle Mind and Bloody Instinct

Author’s Note: You know it wasn’t until I was watching my Cell Games DVDs and reading the manga in preparation for the next few chapters, that I realized that those idiot students of Hercule or Mr. Satan’s were only on the show. Thus I decided that I’d be mostly sticking to the manga with just a few references to the show. That is all…get to reading.

Chapter Nine (commence)

The past few days had not been all that eventful. Well if you didn’t count the fighting, brutal and savage as it was. He had not fought like that since his fight with Kakarot and his friends during his first trip to Earth. Then there was the sex, which most of the time even rivaled their sparing in its ferocity. And then, of course, there was the snuggling. Which had taken a lot of getting used to on Vegeta’s part.

For the life of him he could not understand the android’s need to nuzzle him after they fucked. For Kami’s sake, the idiot was ten times worse then the blue haired onna had ever been. With Bulma it had only taken one time of him shoving her violently out of his bed and the woman had gotten the picture. But it was another story all together with the great white baka. For at the time being, the prince just was not strong enough to shove Cell anywhere.

Vegeta had assumed that it had something to do with the amount of Kakarot’s DNA that Cell possessed. He’d even gone as far as to ask the other man why he insisted on such an annoyance. To which the android only replied with snuggling him even more, if that were at all possible.

He was positive at that point that Cell wasn’t even sure why he did it. It being such an obvious abnormality in the creature’s usual behavior and all. Not that Vegeta had paid enough attention to the android as to get a decisive idea as to what actually was normal behavior for him. All in all however, it all had been a tolerable experience. Well once he’d regained his position as the dominant in the scheme of things anyway.

Power levels aside, the prince of Saiyans was not going to be the bitch in any relationship. Not that what he and the android had was an actual relationship or anything.

Nonetheless the steady routine had put the prince in a strange state of tranquility. He was never tranquil. Peace was for the weak. Peace caused one to lose their edge and have things that normally would have been quite apparent sneak up on them and cause unwanted surprises. Vegeta hated surprises even more then he hated tranquility.

All things being equal, Vegeta had still been taken by quite a great deal of surprise when he awoke this morning. This had occurred once his mind had realized what his body had already known for quite sometime. He was cold. He hadn’t been cold in the morning for almost a week. The android was curiously nowhere to be found. He wouldn’t have been anywhere in Capsule Corp, though the woman did know about the android’s presence.

That moment had been one of absolute hilarity. Bulma had caught the two of them in a decidedly compromising position. Vegeta had actually been surprised that it had taken the normally extremely nosy scientist so long to come looking for him. Especially with all the noise he and the android had been making. Not to mention the fact that the mattresses of many of CC bed’s had gone missing. (They had continuously gone through those pretty quickly once they’d demolished the bed.)

The look on the woman’s face had been priceless. She should have knocked. Not that they would have heard her but still, it was just common decency. So she had gotten exactly what she’d deserved. Luckily, because he had not intention of taking care of the wailing brat of his in the near future, (well not until it could at least walk) Cell had taken the intrusion all in stride. Not even trying to blast the nosy onna into the next dimension.

The woman had come to the room earlier this morning to ask if he intended on entering the android’s silly tournament. It had been then that he had noticed what day it was and why it was that Cell was missing. He’d actually kept to his idiotic word. He actually intended to have those stupid games.

Thus Vegeta found himself shooting toward the location of Cell’s arena with every intention of giving the big bastard a piece of his mind.

~oo0oo~

When the alleged Martial Arts Champion of World first showed up at his arena, Cell had not been impressed. The news crew however had been a pleasant surprise. Well not really, but it was still a good thing. Mr. Satan or Hercule as the newscaster called him was an embarrassment to the human race. Posing and as a true skilled warrior. Cell had no intention of wasting his time on him. But the bumbling fool seemed dead set on committing suicide. And if he had too the bio android wouldn’t think twice in granting the man his wish.

That however would have to wait, because not ten minutes after the arrival of that idiot Hercule, Vegeta showed up.

Cell felt a familiar knot in the pit of his stomach. It was the same feeling he’d had when he’d first fought the prince in his second form. The same feeling he’d had when he’d realized that he was not yet powerful enough to defeat the little bastard. He had been utterly and completely pissed. Among other things, but pissed was what this was.

The strange thing was that Cell wasn’t actually pissed off about anything. So far things were going pretty much according to his plans. It didn’t seem as if anyone had forgotten his tournament. Of course Son Goku had yet to show, but the Saiyan had made a promise and it was still early yet… It wasn’t until the prince touched down that Cell noticed the deep scowl plastered on the other man’s face. The emotion that the creature had been experiencing was rolling of the flamed haired prince in waves.

That was odd. It would seem that there were more aspects to this supposed ‘bond’ of theirs then Vegeta had previously explained. Empathy. How interesting.

Cell merely turned the upper half of his body slightly, not moving one inch from the spot his feet were planted in. He locked eyes with the prince, the mutual stare never wavering. But there was something clouding the Saiyan’s already murky orbs, something that even Cell could not decipher.

“Idiot.”

Cell could have sworn he’d heard the prince’s voice. But his mouth had not moved at all. And even over the distance between them, it had sounded so close. But the tone, the texture of the word had sounded almost ghostly to the android. Could it be… could it have only been in his head?

“What fascinating creatures you Saiyans are.” He muttered aloud softly.

Vegeta’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Cell could not feel certain sense of vertigo suddenly. The festering pit he’d felt in his stomach and grown heavy all of a sudden throwing him off balance. He chest constricted painfully as he noticed the change in the small Saiyan’s eyes. There was a strange sense of foreboding…of dread.

But whatever for? Cell had already explained his intentions to his little prince. He had no intention of taking his life. Not if he did not need to. Could it be that Vegeta was upset because he would not be Goku’s end?

Cell attention was drawn in the opposite direction upon sensing and odd shift in the air. It was so infinitesimal that he was probably the only one to sense it. He soon spotted the approaching energy high above. Though he could not sense the energy itself it was still visible. It was Android #16. Now this was definitely a surprise.

“Bulma and the old man have restored that thing back to full power. What a waste of time.”

Cell’s eyes narrowed as the thought entered his mind. It was of course not his own. It was Vegeta again. He wondered if the prince even knew he was projected so.

“A waste of time you say?” Cell asked aloud. Turning his attention back to the Saiyan prince. “Oh, I don’t think so. Perhaps Sixteen will serve some entertaining purpose during the tournament. The more the merrier don’t you agree Vegeta?”

The prince’s eyes widened drastically before the scowl reappeared on his face. Vegeta had had his suspicions about the limits and capabilities that their bonding would inflict upon them. Telepathy was one of the first things he’d considered, so he’d erected a mental shield in defense. Although it seemed now that now even the shield could keep his…mate from having access to his thoughts.

He had been about to scream something rude at the trespassing android direction but it was then that the other Bain of his existence decided to show up.

“Kakarot.”

And he had brought the other losers along with him. Why did they even waste their time showing up? If he wasn’t able to defeat Cell what on Earth made them think that they had a snowball’s chance in hell of even getting close enough to the man to even land a punch.

“Ah, finally some true competition.” Cell said aloud. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this Son Goku.”

Vegeta was suddenly filled with overwhelming need to destroy the younger Saiyan. Not that he had not felt the need to do so on numerous other occasions but at this moment he had never hated the man as much as he did now. It was then that the truth hit him. He was jealous.

He was fucking jealous?! Jealous of what?!

Look at them, the way they were staring at each other. Like a pair of pitiful ningen lovers. He’d seen that stare before on the cover of one of those worthless romance novels the onna’s mother liked to read. But there was no way. Kakarot couldn’t possibly be interested in Cell.

“Why not? You certainly are.” There was the accursed voice again.

He could hear himself growling aloud and could do nothing to stop it.

“Uh… if it really means that much to you, I could go second.”

Vegeta snapped out of his angry thoughts only to find the man he’d been fantasizing about killing standing next to him. He fought down the embarrassed blush that threatened to bloom on his face and snarled:

“What did you say?!”

“I just asked if it would be okay if I went next?” Goku asked timidly. “I mean Mr. Satan already took his turn and well as you can see, that didn’t turn out too well.”

“What?”

The prince looked around and found that Mr. Satan had indeed taken his turn and miraculously was still breathing. Though his face looked like it had been run over by a truck. The idiot news reporter and camera man where gathered around him squawking uselessly.

“I asked you early and you never answered.” The young Saiyan continued. “I guess the guy took it as his chance to fight Cell.”

“Hn… Do whatever you want. Its not as if I care if you get yourself killed.” Vegeta barked suddenly.

“Oh okay.” Then the baka suddenly brightened. “Thanks a lot Geta!” he chirped and slapped the prince on the back affectionately.

Before the prince could regain his balance and charge up an effective Ki blast the big fool was already stepping up into the ring.

~oo0oo~

Goku landed with a tile crushing stop on the arena floor with Cell landing leisurely a few seconds behind him.

“That should do for a warm up, don’t you think Goku?”

“Yeah, it was pretty good. But maybe we should start playing for real now.”

“I’d thought you’d never ask.”

The green armored bio android watched as the Super Saiyan powered up to full. He couldn’t help the grin that grew along with Goku’s energy. He had waited so long to finally reach his perfection. Only to find that there seemed to be no one strong enough for him to test his strength with. Now there seemed to be some hope. Son Goku’s power had increased dramatically. Now he would finally be able to test the perfection he’d worked so hard to achieve.

With a mere batting of his eyes, Cell powered up to match the Saiyan smirking all the while.

Finally a true fight, he’d waited ten whole days for this. Not that he hadn't found something just as entertaining to do with his time. As his power radiated around him, he turned to see the looked on Vegeta’s face. The small Saiyan was perspiring profusely. The android smirk softened.

“Nothing to fear, remember.” He sent mentally to his mate.

The Saiyan’s eyes flashed as he locked on to his stare, his mouth pressing into a thin line.

“I do not fear you.” Vegeta sent back.

“I would never want you to.”

“Shall we begin, Goku?” Cell said returning his attention to the task at hand.

“Let’s.” Goku said a fierce stare fixed only on him.

(to be continued…)
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