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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

Disclaimer: I don’t own Dragonball Z people. I’m just borrowing it and twisting it into a more fun, kinkier version of its self.

Chapter Two (chase)

It had all started out so innocent; just a bit of fun between two bitter enemies. The prince had been way too uptight during their last battle and all Cell had wanted to do was loosen him up a little. And that was when it had all gone to hell.

Cell returned his attention back to his sparring partner. And he was a bit unnerved by what he saw, though he did his best (which was pretty damned flawless with him being an android and all) to hide this however. Vegeta was standing there, his clothes in tatters and hanging by invisible threads, bear chested and staring.

No, that could almost be considered as leering. Cell watched him suspiciously.

“You alright, Saiyan?”

“Oh, I’m just peachy.” The leering prince deadpanned.

“Oh--kay, how about we move on to the next round. What do you say?” Cell said cautiously.

“Why don’t we?”

The next few moments saw the breaking of Cell’s seemingly unbreakable veneer. This one moment in time occurred when Vegeta stalked toward him, a sinister gleam in his eyes. The bewildered android had once thought that he was the only one capable of causing such a bone chilling feeling, it seemed however that he was wrong.

“What’s wrong, android?” Vegeta purred. “You aren’t afraid, are you?”

Before he could even muster the utter outrage to respond however, he found himself on his knees, eyes bulging, mouth gaping in sheer unadulterated pain. A rumbling chuckle resounded from above him and he looked up to see the grinning face of the Saiyan Prince.

“You have no idea what I’m doing to you, do you android?”

“Y…Ahhhh!”

The crafty prince had somehow gotten a hold of his tail and was squeezing it for all he was worth.

“What the hell…what the hell!” Cell’s mind raced.

“Saiyan tails are very sensitive android.” Vegeta finally said. “It takes years to build up enough tolerance to withstand this type of abuse and stolen power aside, you lack the experience to defend against this.”

He leaned down and said the next bit into Cell’s ear. “Tails also happen to be the key to one’s power, when you have one that is. Though, when one has power levels as high as ours, it usually isn’t a problem. Too bad you lowered yours for our little game though. It left you ridiculously vulnerable.”

The prince turned to look in the android’s wide magenta orbs.

“Don’t believe this is happening, huh?” He asked his voice still a raspy whisper. “You have some of my cells with in you, right? Search you mind, android. You know what I say is true.”

Cell’s heart sank. He didn’t have to dig through his collection of the Z fighter’s knowledge to know that Vegeta was telling the truth. The pain was real enough. He tried in vain to flash his ki but none came.

“Heh…Now its time to play a new game.” The dark prince said, his gravely voice making the words sound all the more sinister. “It’s called ‘Watch Your Ass’.”

This blood freezing remark was followed by a sickening crack and the release of Cell’s now numbing appendage. Vegeta backed away from the now outwardly trembling cyborg and unleashed a wicked grin.

“I suggest you start running…sweetmeat.”

“You can’t be serious?” Cell asked nervously.

“You should think twice before you tease a full blooded Saiyan.” Vegeta purred. “10…9…8…”

Cell stumbled clumsily to his feet, never taking his eyes of off the deranged Saiyan prince.

“7…Go! It’ll be more fun if you play hard to get…6…”

~oo0oo~

And that was how he found himself running madly through the forest trying to hide from an overly aroused Prince of Saiyans. It was supposed to have just been a little fun and games. Where exactly had it gone so terribly wrong? Perhaps, this was all his fault. Or perhaps that damned Dr. Gero. He had been the one to design such a flawless creature such as himself in the first place.

The android groaned at himself for the thought. This was no time to revel in his perfection. His ass was in danger here. Damn those fucking Saiyans and their sexual apathy. They didn’t seem to care where they stuck their nether regions.

Things were made all the more difficult by the fact that he couldn’t raise his ki. That damned Saiyan had done something to his tail; he’d pinched a nerve somehow.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

He should have seen this coming. He was supposed to be the perfect fighter. He should have been prepared.

Cell crouched low in a ditch along side a hill and perked up slightly pointed ears. He had never been more thankful for his Namekian heritage until now. He could hear the prince stalking near by. But there was no real point in hiding now was there? He knew the prince would be able to sense his ki, no matter how pathetically low it was at the moment.

“I know you’re there, android.” Vegeta called. “You can’t hide from me.”

What was it with this bastard? He hadn’t really meant to give the prince the wrong idea. It was just a joke. A harmlessly little act to throw him off balance enough so that he could win their little game. Now Vegeta seemed to be dead set on making him pay for it.

Cell took an excruciatingly slow step forward. Maybe he still had a chance. There was an area of thick brush near by, he could make a run for it and…

Before he even got five feet, the prince appeared in front of him startling him enough to emit a very unvillianly screech and to fall flat on that ass that Vegeta seemed so insistent on having.

“Get away from me you fucking psycho!” The white haired android yelled before taking off in the opposite direction.

The Saiyan no Ouji snickered uncharacteristically. It really was more fun when they played hard to get.

“Cell…” he started as he began leisurely walking after the frightened man. “It won’t be nearly as bad as you think.”

But being a good distance away at this point the man in question highly doubted that he’d enjoy being taken by a sex crazed Saiyan prince. No, not at all. This was rapidly becoming not as fun as Cell had first intended.

“You might even enjoy it.”

That last comment had sounded off right into his ear he could practically feel the breath on his neck. The biomechanical creature jumped when her felt hands where they had no right to be and stumble backward, falling down completely. Upon looking around however he saw that the prince was no where to be found.

Highly disturbing laughter echoed around him. An icy winded chilled the thin layer of perspiration on the android’s over heated skin. He lay there sprawled out on the ground. Clothes stained with water and mud, full of rips and tears caused by numerous trees he’d snagged during his sprint. His heart was pounding and try as he might he could not ignore the warmth that that accursed touch had ignited in him.

“No, no, no!” His mind raged. “You will not succumb to that depraved beast.”

He couldn’t think clearly. He had to try and calm his nerves and think rationally. He had to find a way out of this. There had to be a way. He was stronger than Vegeta, not to mention smarter. So why was it that the diminutive Saiyan now had the upper hand?

“You want this as much as I, Cell.” Vegeta purred. “You can’t hide that smell from me. But if you insist on running away, be my guest. You won’t get far.”

The sound of the other man’s deep voice sent a wave of heat into the android’s belly.

“Get up…get up!” he muttered angrily to himself and set about running away from that hypnotizing voice.

He’d gotten maybe 25 feet when a sudden rush of wind spooked him so badly he lost his footing and began to tumble. This fucking area was full of hills it seemed. He toppled violently to the bottom landing face first in the grass. Cell forced open watering eyes only to make out a vision of white in front of them. He followed the blurred scene up, his vision clearing and he found that he was staring right into the face of his worst nightmare.

He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but was abruptly snatched up to his knees by a hand buried snuggly in his hair. Chilling dark eyes seemed to stare into his very soul (or souls, what ever you chose to believe) and he couldn’t help the shiver that ran up his spine. His quivering mouth could only find one word.

“Vegeta…” His eyes screwed shut in his utter shame at how helpless he’d sounded.

Cell felt a cold hand on the side of his face and opened his eyes determined to see what was to come. The prince merely looked down upon him, unsettlingly focused on plunging the depths of his large crimson eyes.

“Heh…” the prince muttered breaking the spell unexpectedly.

And all of a sudden his lips were on Cell’s. The sudden contact causing the surprised creature to open his mouth in a gasp: an invitation to the hungry prince. The new, and oddly intriguing sensation of someone else’s tongue in his mouth caused Cell to relax in Vegeta’s embrace.

He found himself (against his better judgment mind you) enjoying this strange little act. The wondrous feeling of hot, moist velvet gliding across his own. The taste of the little prince had ignited a pleasing pulse that was almost electric through out his painfully aroused body. His heart pounded in his ears and he could do nothing to pull away. Hell, he won’t even think of doing such as thing now.

He could not feel anything but this. Not the hand digging painfully into his scalp. Not the scrapes and bruises he’d sustained during his jaunt that refused to heal because of his low ki. Not even the prince’s hand on his tail, the gentle caress, loosening the cramped nerves within. His mind was focused only on the warmth of the persistent prince and his talented tongue.

But suddenly Vegeta pulled away. Leaving the android longing for the contact he’d been previously enjoying.

The two of them stared breathlessly at each other. They were still so close that their noses were touching. Cell’s kiss swollen mouth gapped slightly, obviously in shock of what had just occurred. The Saiyan prince, however, wore his ever-present smirk proudly. He seemed to be very pleased with the violet hue that he’d caused the android’s face to take on. Vegeta ran a calloused thumb over the plum colored tear on the side of Cell’s face and grinned.

“Hello, uke.” He trilled.

(to be continued…)

Responses:

Hecate: Your review made me so happy. You’re starting to like Cell. Ha Ha! ‘He's kinda like a big kid, but with far more class then Goku.’ That’s like I see him and I had hoped that was how he came across. In the anime, no matter what he’s doing he always seemed to be more concerned with having fun than anything else. He even threw tantrums when he didn’t get his way. Yep, he’d definitely a big kid.

Card: I fixed the typo. You know I was blushing after that remark. Don’t really know why. It was so funny. *grins*

Macha: *wicked grin* The armor and tail bit were all a part of my evil plan.

Pixlegoddess: Hmm…interesting take on Cell’s genetic heritage. I was a little disappointed by the anime. Not that he didn’t look hella cool in his perfect form. But I would have like it if more of his genes could have been more pronounce physically. My vision of him underneath his ‘armor’ (who really knows if that’s what it was) is inspired by different fics that I’ve read.

Calia: I like Cell’s pov too. Way more fun to write.

*Cackles* I will make you all love Cell and Vegeta slash! Muhahahahhaaaa! You guys love me for banging this one out so quickly right? You might hate me later though. It might take a little longer for the next chap. I have to make sure that it’s perfect. *grins* God, its getting harder and harder to keep these boys in character.
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