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The Cursed Idle Mind and Bloody Instinct	By : jaygoose Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Cursed Idle Mind and Bloody Instinct

Author’s Note: There’s a reason these last two chapters jumped around so much. They are pretty much the Cell Games Saga rehashed in prose form and I didn’t want to totally cop the whole thing. I changed very little and even ended up using lines straight from the manga. I didn’t like doing that and it made the writing of these chapters take longer then it probably should have. But in the end I was happy with how they turned out. Oh, there’s a descent surprise at the end of this one. I bet’cha didn’t see that one coming. Or maybe you did. Oh well… enjoy.

Chapter Ten (eviscerate)

“You what?”

His voice had been so very calm. Much to his own surprise. Though he had never been one for letting his emotions get the better of him. Well, most of the time anyway. But what he’d just heard had most definitely pushed him to his limits. He’d almost fell completely from the sky.

“I said, I give up.”

Ok. He had not been mistaken. Though he did feel quite stupid at the moment. And he had thought that the man had had some sense. What exactly had he been thinking?

“And just what the hell does that supposed to mean?!”

Goku’s eyes widened in response, his face flushing red slightly, a confused expression flittering over his features.

“Um…it means that I give up, Cell. You win. I can’t beat you.” The Saiyan uttered slow and deliberately.

Well this was certainly anti-climatic.

“You can’t just give up, Goku.”

Cell’s tone had been one of barely contained annoyance. But the Saiyan couldn’t possibly expect him to take him seriously, could he?

“Why not?” Goku asked innocently. “Since you changed the rules, it became sort of a free-for-all, didn’t it? That means that the only way to lose is to die or concede defeat, right? Well then, I concede defeat.”

The android couldn’t help the growl that gurgled from his throat. Perhaps the man wasn’t so stupid after all.

“Fine… Goku. But since you insist on being such an utter coward, then you alone have the destruction of the Earth to bare on your shoulders.”

“Oh no, the tournament’s not over yet.” Goku quickly cut in.

To this the bio android scoffed accordingly.

“Who could possibly be a challenge to me now that you’ve turned tail and ran?”

An extremely uncharacteristic smirk graced the Super Saiyan’s face.

“Oh, I didn’t turn tail, Cell. I was just breaking you in.”

The android’s eyes widened a millimeter in a brief fit of outrage. But it quickly passed. Who in their right mind would be offended by such an fool as this?

“Breaking me in?” a smirk of his own. “For who pray tell? Trunks? Vegeta? Piccolo? Heh, none of them stand a chance against me. Even now, in my… slightly winded state.” A wicked grin.

“I’ll tell you. But… you have to promise that this match will be the last…No matter what. Whoever wins this round wins the tournament.”

What passed for an eyebrow on Cell’s helm covered head raised in response. But if Goku was promising someone even stronger than himself, how could he pass up the chance. Though where exactly this mystery fighter was going to appear from eluded him. Goku had never lied to him before though. Besides, what could it really hurt? He’d already proven that he could decimate this planet with merely a wave of his hand. He could afford a bit more playtime.

“Very well. I accept your terms, Goku.” Cell finally said. “Now stop stalling and tell me who this mystery savior is.”

The grin on Goku’s face was slightly disturbing. What was it with these Saiyans? Cell swore that he’d never understand them. But the icy chill that went up his spine could not have possibly been real.

He cut his sight to the cliff side. His eyes resting firmly on the flamed haired prince, he couldn’t help the grin.

“Are you worried, my dear Vegeta? Now, now, I told you. Nothing to fear.”

His perfect form was alive and buzzing with energy. He’d just fought one of the best battles in all his life and had bested the great Son Goku. And now he would even get the chance to test his skills further.

“Good, because if he loses, there’ll be nobody else who can beat you.” Goku said in return. “But I know after trying my hand against you… that he can beat you.”

“Humph…”

“That’s why I’m leaving it all…”

Goku turned to the cliff edge,

“To you… son!”

“Wha…”

“That’s right!” The Super Saiyan hero yelled. “You’re up Gohan!”

~oo0oo~

“Gohan?!”

Vegeta had never been privy to simultaneous screaming in his head before. And upon his first experience with it, he found that it was actually quite painful. That plus the horrendous screeching of everyone else that happened to not be his mate only made things worse for his poor ears. He’d have a headache for weeks after this day of hell.

While it did start off somewhat promising, the boy had shocked everyone with his power level, that idiot Kakarot hadn’t seem phased at all. Gohan’s ki was even stronger then his own, Kakarot’s even. It was unbelievable the amount of energy that was oozing out of the runt’s body.

But of course it all ended in disappointment. It always ended in disappointment.

The boy was weak. His human half had gotten the better of him.

~oo0oo~

For a few moments things has seemed promising. The behavior of these people only got stranger by the moment. Son Goku had offered up his own son. And to make things even odder he’d given Cell a senzu bean.

“Cell’s exhausted.” He’d told his bald little friend. “It wouldn’t be a fair fight.”

“Indeed.” Cell scoffed as he watched the pile of rubble with lazy non-interest.

According to Goku, somewhere underneath that mess his son was still breathing. The boy had put up a descent fight despite all his flaws. But in the end, even after the impressive light show Son Gohan had been nothing but an absolute joke.

However, just as Cell was about to turn around and scream yet another challenge in Goku’s direction he was met with quite the surprise. Son Gohan. He was still breathing… Well would you look at that.

The battered boy seemed to be pretty steady on his feet. And he was even coherent enough to rattle off some nonsense about not wanting to fight him because he’d kill him. Yeah right. But he seemed to be pretty confident in the fact. He’d mentioned something about some supposedly incredible power that was lurking inside of him. And if he…Cell that is… was so desperate for a good fight then all he had to do was severely piss him… Gohan… off and he’d get it.

Do tell.

Well, now things were certainly getting interesting.

~oo0oo~

The torment had begun innocently enough, though nothing too out of the ordinary for the bio android. After an extremely lucky kick (the god of this pathetic planet must have felt sorry for the boy), he’d proceeded to trounce little Son Gohan. Even wrapping his arms around him and cracking a few of the boy’s ribs with one Piccolo’s favored techniques for good measure. But it seemed that all of it was in vain.

Son Gohan could not be reached that way. His own pain, while it would have been more then enough for Cell, it had not been quite as effective in pissing the eleven year old off.

Eleven years old. Cell had to scoff at the thought. The situation was laughable. He, the mightiest creature in the known universe, was fighting an eleven-year-old child. Utterly ridiculous.

But curiosity was apparently something not even the good Dr. Gero had taken into account during his creation. And it had certainly gotten the better of Cell. It didn’t matter though, even with this amazing power the boy spoke of there was no way in hell that he would stand a chance against him. But there was always the chance that the boy would put up a descent fight.

Anything was better then this travesty that he was being forced to suffer through now.

So after finally coming up with a particularly brilliant plan to get the real Son Gohan to show himself. Cell proceeded to scare the living day lights out of Goku’s little nose less friend (thank god he didn’t take after that midget) by snagging the bag of senzus right out his hand.

And of course the little half-breed had something to say about that. The boy talked too much if you asked Cell. But he’d put up with it… if he had too. He’d be silencing the little brat for good soon enough anyway.

“What are you doing?!”

Cell could only laugh at the youngster’s obliviousness.

“Isn’t it obvious, Gohan? I’ll do anything to see the power of your unleashed rage! As long as you bottle it up, your friends will suffer!”

“Please, don’t.” Gohan pleaded as he lay on the ground, nearly in tears.

Begging. How easy it was for him to get the child to beg him to stop. I mean, he had apparently been raised by weaklings. Sniveling cowards, every last one of them. Why would anyone be afraid to unleash their own power in fight?

“I…I don’t know how to control it myself!” the young Super Saiyan continued. “That’s why I can’t do it!”

As if he really gave a damn.

“…And that’s why I’m going to make your friends suffer.” Cell said annoyed.

Insert ridiculously slow battle charge here. Gods the boy was pathetic.

“If you’re going to get mad, do it for real!” Cell roared as he booted Gohan into the rumble he’d previously emerged from.

And that’s when it happened. Something totally unexpected, though Cell would have never admitted to it. He had been taken completely off guard. I mean, really, who in their right mind would have ever thought that Android 16 would have the nerve to pounce on him like some deranged affection starved teenaged human fan girl?

Well this was… embarrassing.

It seemed by the sound of things that everyone else was just as stunned as he was.

Oh gods and now he had to listen to that horribly droning voice up close and entirely too personal.

“Forgive me for sacrificing all of you!” The idiot android yelled. Even his words lumbered just as badly as he did. “I’ll have to blow myself up along with Cell!”

Just fucking great. Hadn’t he had to regenerate himself enough today? I mean when Goku had blown the top half of him off it had been a surprise to everyone that he’d been able to bounce back unscathed.

Hadn’t this idiot been watching earlier? He was going to kill all of…

Not a moment later Cell found himself staring up at the disturbingly smoke filled sky with a rather nasty crick in his neck. He sat up quickly of course trying his very best not to look around like an idiot and whip his head around rapidly trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

It was deathly silent and for just a moment he’d thought that Sixteen had actually gone through with it and blown himself up taking every one else with him.

~oo0oo~

It was as if everything within the span of those few minutes had happened in the style of one of those horrid action scenes in those stupid earthling movies. He’d not even had a chance to fully identify the feeling that had suddenly washed over him. All he could remember was that Kakarot’s brat had been getting his scrawny tail whipped by Cell. The bastard android had even come and snatched the bag of senzu beans right out of ol’ chrome dome’s hand.

That moment Vegeta remembered had been particularly amusing despite the circumstances.

The Saiyan prince also remembered that hunk of metal, Android 16 pulling the most idiotic move he’d ever seen in all his life. He’d surprised Cell and caught him in a bare hug. Then he started screaming about blowing himself up and taking everyone with him. Including Cell.

His mate.

Sigh

He should have known it would come to this.

If anyone was going to kill that arrogant son of an android bitch, it would be him.

Thus the world had flashed a blinding shade of red eventually ending with him standing down in the field of battle chugging for air and his head spinning. He glanced at the ground about him and found it littered with scraps of metal and computer chips. And there, lying not ten feet away was the head of the one who had dared even think of touching his mate. Before he knew it Vegeta was kicking the heap of scrap clear to the other side of the barren field of dust.

A sneer painted the royal face as he watched the decapitated cranium bounce off the side of the cliff and tumble to the ground. Finally, he turned his attention back to the stunned crowd.

Son Gohan sat on his knees gaping. The rest of Kakarot’s precious Z fighters weren’t fairing well either. Though, Kakarot himself had managed to keep his mouth closed a frown planted on his stupid face. None of their reactions fazed the small prince at all. Not even that of his own son. There was but one that had caused the barest flutter of emotion, the one belonging to his mate’s.

Cell looked upon him with a slight smirk.

An odd sort of pride lingered. He’d protected his mate. It was only natural.

“My hero.” Cell finally said a huge grin blooming on his pale face.

Vegeta found that he wasn’t upset about it in the least.

(to be continued…)
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