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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

Disclaimer: Once again I don’t own Vegeta, Cell or anything else Dragonball Z related. *sigh*

Chapter One (Tease)

“How long are you planning on keeping me waiting, android?”

When he didn’t get so much as a twitch in response Vegeta only got even more pissed. He’d come all this way to spar with the idiot android. It was his idea in the first place. And he couldn’t even tear himself away from his pointless napping to get up and fight.

“Cell…” he said leaning in closer to the lounging cyborg.

They were both sitting cross-legged in the center of Cell’s arena. The mass murderer was in the midst of deep meditation; the prince was nowhere near as peaceful.

“…”

Not a flinch.

Pacing didn’t help pass the time. And even thoughts brutally murdering the android didn’t help either. So he found himself once again sitting on his ass, right in front of Cell trying his best to mimic the creature’s current state.

No such luck.

Vegeta cracked open a coffee colored orb. Then the other. This was getting old fast. He let out an irritated huff. Why was he even here anyway? Stupid fucking android and his idiotic games. Fighting was not a game. It was never a game. But what could he expect from an over grown child.

An overgrown child with power the likes that he had never seen.

“Stolen power.” He scoffed aloud.

He’d almost missed the quirk of the android’s pale lips.

“Cell…”

The winged creature’s face was blank not a moment later, back into his meditation yet again.

The smaller man just growled and began to go on and on about ‘baka androids and stupid games and how he was going to blow up this entire fucking arena if they didn’t get on with it’ under his breath. Unfortunately, however all the grumbling in the world didn’t seem to be able to snap the white skinned droid from his trance. Well, not until the man in question was damned ready to me snapped out of it. That happened to be the same time that Vegeta had finally had enough and seized the android’s shoulders and commenced to shake the merry hell out of him.

“Cell!” He screamed. “Wake up you pasty skinned asshole!”

After exhausting his one true moment of rage, Vegeta settled albeit uncomfortably back into his silent seethe fest. And that was when he noticed the grin.

“My, my, Vegeta.” Cell said, his eyes still closed. “You do have quite a temper.”

The highly annoyed Prince soon found himself staring back into a pair of amused pink eyes. But just as suddenly Cell sprung to his feet, leaving Vegeta with a close up view of the black plates the covered the android’s legs, his brow lowered in un-amusement and climbed wearily to his feet.

Why the hell was he putting up with this? Ah, yes, his pride. He wanted to defeat Cell and have everyone bow at his feet and quiver in acknowledgement of his might. Yeah…that. Fucking pride. What had it really gotten him lately anyway?

*sigh*

Cell took in a great lung full of fresh morning air before saying:

“I’ve come up with a brilliant idea for our first day of training.” Cell then erupted in a voice that could almost be mistaken as giddy. “This way please.”

The android then headed to the edge of the arena and hopped off the side and began striding leisurely in the direction of the forest.

Where the hell was he going?

*Another sigh*

“Cell…”

“Shut up and c’mon, Vegeta.”

The volatile Saiyan’s eyes widened in outrage and he almost exploded in a fury of light and energy, but instead he merely expelled the gulp of air he’d taken in his indignation and slouched dismally. He rolled his eyes upward and followed. He did want to defeat this Kamidamned bastard child of Gero’s didn’t he?

~oo0oo~

An aristocratic nose twitched slightly at the odor of its new environment. You’d think that a creature as hearty as a Saiyan would be familiar with the smells that accompanied a forest. Well, when you lived in a house full of geniuses that could build one a Gravity machine to train in, the sights as well as the smells of the out doors tended to fade into non-importance.

Could it be that Vegeta was feeling a tad uneasy with his new surroundings? No defiantly not. He had been a planet purger in Frieza’s army and had camped in the forests of many a planet. All with much more threatening wildlife than this pathetic planet could hope to muster. No, in fact, loath as he was to admit it, it was the company that he was currently keeping that had the small statured Saiyan at unrest. He keep his eyes on his companion, the green armored droid didn’t seem to find him threatening in the least. At the moment Cell was even humming…as he striped of everything he was wearing.

“That stuff comes off?” Vegeta’s mind wondered pointlessly. Obviously it did. “Wait a minute…”

“What the hell are you doing android?!” The prince yelled while quickly turning away, effectively hiding the fiery blush that had burned its way across his ruddy face.

Cell only snorted in reply and returned his attention back to undressing. But curiosity however had gotten the best of the prince. He wasn’t a stranger to naked men; Kakarot for instance seemed to think that everyone he knew had to have the pleasure of seeing his bare backside at least once. But random, unwarranted nakedness had always had this affect on Vegeta. Perhaps, Cell’s newly discovered penchant for the practice had been inherited from the big baka. However, upon chancing a glance over his shoulder, he learned of something else that Cell had gained from Saiyan DNA. Out of the corner of his eye, Vegeta saw the flick of what could only have been a Saiyan tail.

This new development caused him to turn around completely. He stared in awe of the fuzzy appendage. It was the same color as the android’s messy ashen hair. Cell had a tail. A Saiyan tail. Bastard.

Thus, thoughts of his own tail entered the prince’s mind. He missed his tail.

The prince’s interested gaze rose upward toward Cell’s powerful back and focused on a large round scar in the center. If he’d been still dressed that would have been where his tail would have been located.

“So that damned appendage is just as easily removed as well?” Vegeta filed the bit of information away.

“I didn’t sign up for nude wrestling, Cell.” The prince barked. He tried his best to focus on the android’s face once he’d turned around. He didn’t want the bastard to get the wrong idea and all.

“Nervous, Vegeta?” Cell chuckled. “Not to worry, I didn’t have anything like that planned. Not for today anyway.”

Vegeta raised a brow, though he chose not to speak on the last comment. “Then what the hell are you doing?”

“I thought that maybe a change of wardrobe would be in order.” The white haired creature continued. “You might want to take off that armor of yours as well. We do want this to be fair and all don’t we?”

A pair of apprehensive dark brown eyes sized up the android. Vegeta’s steely gaze faltered however once the air around Cell began to shimmer and the man’s once bare skin was covered in a familiar training Gi. One that looked suspiciously like one spiky haired idiot’s, minus the coloring. No, Cell had chosen to stick to his usual colors. Instead of that horrendous orange and blue monstrosity Kakarot was so fond of, Cell’s was green and black. The biomechanical android would have been hardly recognizable if Vegeta hadn’t seen the transformation for himself. The prince sneered as he watched the android’s tail coil protectively around his waist. Cell noticed this of course.

“Missing your tail, Prince?” he asked innocently. “Perhaps tomorrow I’ll show you how to grow it back.”

Vegeta’s eyes widened in shock; there was a way to grow his much missed tail back? He sighed and complied begrudgingly with the android’s request and removed the stretchy armor that he wore over his torso, leaving only his blue spandex and white gloves and boots.

“We’re fighting here?” He asked.

A grin sprung on Cell’s face. “Yes.” He said amusedly. “I thought that we’d try some in fighting. It isn’t to close for you is it, Vegeta?”

“Of course not,” The prince barked. “I just don’t want to hear your whining when I beat the crap out of you.”

“You just might.” The android continued. “To make things more interesting we should lower our kis. Perhaps to a human level. We could focus more on technique than power that way.”

“Human level?”

Cell nodded. “It will be so much more fun.”

“I’m not here to have fun.”

“But I am.”

*sigh*

Was there even a point?

“Fine.” Vegeta said crouching into a fighting stance. “The sooner we get this over with the sooner I can destroy you.”

“That’s the spirit.” Cell smiled. “The rules are as follows. No ki attacks above level three and no flying. I wouldn’t advise it around here anyway.”

“Fine.” Vegeta growled.

“Wonderful, let’s begin.”

~oo0oo~

Hidden completely behind a very large tree, Vegeta didn’t bother to suppress a face splitting grin. This was actually somewhat enjoyable that was if you ignored the fact that it was stupid and pointless. Although, he would never tell the android that. He loathed talking to the mechanical idiot as it was. Come to think of it, he didn’t ever intend on telling anyone about this actually.

Yesterday when he’d left the android’s company Kakarot had immediately appeared in front of him looking all wide eyed and fidgety wondering where he’d gone to and why he’d felt Cell as well as the prince’s kis sky rocketing.

To which the prince responded with a growl and a “Mind your own business baka!” before politely (his moods changed with the wind lately) assuring him that everything was fine and not that he cared or anything but that the android hadn’t killed anyone. The idiot just grinned and gave him a worried look and asked him to be careful. That had not ended well. Because at that point Vegeta had exploded in a blind rage and told the third class clown were he could shove his advice and went on to exclaim how he was going to be the one to destroy Cell and that he would do well to stay out of his way. That had told him.

Now he found himself back in the white haired cyborg’s company again…Playing. That was all that it could be described as. This was not training. Not any type that he’d ever participated in.

The flame haired royal’s ears perked up at the sound of a twig snapping and he instantaneously charged from behind the tree and sent a well aimed ki blast hurtling towards the noise.

A tree went up in flames and fell crashing to the ground. Vegeta was there mere seconds later admiring his handy work.

“Where are you, android?!” He called. “Heh…You’re getting sloppy.”

“Indeed. You almost had me that time.” A highly amused chuckle.

A thin layer of smoke wafted about and the faint crackling of the burning tree was starting to annoy him. He did however take the time to notice the distinct sensation of an approaching ki attack and stepped to the side just in time for it to miss him and go whizzing past. Unfortunately, he was also just in time to be tackled pretty violently by a giggling android.

Vegeta didn’t even get the chance to curse or to even try to figure out why the hell Cell was sniggering like an abnormally large toddler before the he hit the ground tumbling. The cackling face of the android remained constant as the sky spun in and out of his line of sight. Rocks and tree limbs made minced meat of his back tearing his spandex uniform to ribbons. The two of them landed at the bottom of a steep hill with Cell pinning him to the ground with a demented grin on his face. The android’s Namekian inherited canines glinted menacingly down at him.

“Get off me you deranged bastard!” Vegeta said trying his best to remain calm.

Cell leaned down brushing his nose against the blushing skin on Vegeta’s face. His warm breath made the hairs on the man’s neck stand up as he whispered in the Saiyan’s ear. “What if I don’t want to?”

Vegeta was unendingly ashamed of the way his belly twisted in response.

With a blinding flash of ki and an unnecessarily hard shove Vegeta was on feet and Cell had taken out yet another tree. The mass murder’s head was leaning forward and the prince could hear the beginnings of laughter emanating from the demon’s throat. Cell’s head lolled back as a mighty cackle broke forth.

Vegeta looked on in bemused silence. He’d never encountered anything like this in his travels. And that was saying something. Frieza was twisted but the tyrant had made a point to keep most of his odd tendencies well hidden.

Cell seemed to be another story all together, Ice-jin DNA aside. This was what had the world pissing its self. This was the most powerful fighter on Earth. And he’d thought that he’d been disappointed with Kakarot.

Cell’s laughter died as quickly as it came and he continued to sit there grinning. He didn’t even seem to notice the rapidly healing gash over his left eye. Vegeta was still standing watching the android and waiting for the fight to go on at any moment, when he discovered that Cell had no intention of continuing. He dropped his hands hesitantly.

“What hell is wrong with you?” The prince sneered.

“Oh sit down and relax. You’ve already lost.” Cell said his breathing steadying.

“Lost?!”

“Yes. You lost. You just raised you ki far above level three.”

Vegeta’s mouth dropped open before he could catch himself and he let loose an irritated growl. Cell just kept on grinning. Son of a…

“You should’ve have seen your face.” The android added.

…bitch.

All the anger drained from the prince instantly. Gods, what was the point? He’d lost, fair and square. It was then that something in him snapped. He’d given up? He was Vegeta, the Prince of fucking Saiyans and he’d give up? What was it about this abomination that had him behaving this way? Was he actually afraid of this…thing? No fucking machine, no matter how unpredictably idiotic, was going to get the best of the Prince of Saiyans.

He watched the android climb to his feet, gritting his teeth to the point of breaking and stifled the grin that threatened to bloom when he caught sight of an opening.

He would defeat this fucking android… at all costs.

The prince’s view turned predatory as he thought things through. He wondered just how much of Cell’s power lay in that armor of his. He wondered if the android knew that his power level was just low enough that grabbing his tail in just the right place could cripple him. Vegeta also wondered if the android even realized that he was putting out the most interesting smell. Cell was more Saiyan then he probably realized.

And he, the Prince of their kind planned on using this newfound information to his utmost advantage.

(to be continued…)
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