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
Chapter Four (tame)
His eyes weren’t even open yet and he was already being frustrating. Not that Goku would ever let it get to him. If he had, Vegeta would have been bits of dust a long time ago. But no, he was friendly, understanding, lovable Goku. He would never do a thing like that…well unless you happened to be Frieza and just wouldn’t take a spirit bomb for an answer.
Sooo… he just stood there and waited. Trying not to watch and blush as the Prince of Saiyans worked out every kink in his overly nude body. Not that Goku was uncomfortable or anything. It was just that he’d never really seen Vegeta…with no clothes on (well not recently)…and grinning at him.
The prince sat upright, looked around and then focused on him.
“Baka, what do you want?”
Okay. So things were not as totally wrong as they seemed. He was still baka and Vegeta was…still naked and smelling like sex…and the only power level he’d sensed around the man for the past few hours had been Cell’s. Okay, things were just as wrong as he’d originally thought.
“Uh…Hiyah Vegeta.” Said the alleged baka as he scratched the thinning patch of hair in the back of his head.
He got a detached stare in response.
“So…um…how’s training going.” Excessively large smile.
And the man actually leered at him. Oh gods, what the hell was going on! His face was now tingling with the threat of a blush and he had to look away when he noticed the prince’s hand as it scratched its way down his abdomen. The poor confused Saiyan even had to catch himself before he crushed the Dragonradar he forgot he’d been holding.
“It goes.” Was the reply.
“Well… I was just wondering.” Goku managed to say. “You know the king sent his entire army looking for Cell and when they got to his arena he wasn’t there.”
“He’s been busy.” Vegeta said standing to his feet.
“Oh…”
Goku couldn’t help but reaffirm the fact that the prince was naked when he’s said that.
“Okay. *nervous laugh* Well since things were quiet for a while we all decided that we should work on getting the Dragonballs back…”
Vegeta wasn’t really interested in what the younger Saiyan had to say after that. Nor why the idiot had yet to drop his ki below that of a Super Saiyan. Nope, he was currently busy wondering where his playmate had wondered off to. The android wasn’t far off and it seemed that his ki was working its way back up, albeit, slowly.
Despite the fact that he wasn’t really listening to the idiot’s ranting he did happen to catch something about a new guardian named Dende …new Dragonballs…Bulma…and looking for him. He turned around when it seemed that the Earth reared Saiyan had finally run out of steam.
“Is that all?”
Now Goku was thoroughly confused. But he had to admit that it was his own fault. He had somehow convinced himself that the prince would actually give a damn about what everyone else was doing in preparation for Cell. Where was Cell anyway?
“Well…no.” Goku squeaked. “I was wondering…um…what happened to your clothes, Vegeta?”
“I hardly think that you can all the way out here to check on my clothes, Kakarot.”
The grin was enough to stop the taller man’s heart dead in his chest. Vegeta didn’t grin. Never. Well not anything that could be considered a grin…in the jovial sense anyway. Vegeta’s grins were always sort of sinister in nature. But this wasn’t one of those grins. Not even Goku’s funniest jokes had ever caused even a twitch from the humorless prince. What the hell was so amusing about the answer to that question? But before the flaxen haired hero could ask the grin disappeared and was replaced with a more Vegeta like smirk.
“Lost them.” Vegeta replied finally with an air of carelessness. “Tragic sparring accident.”
“Oh.”
“…”
“So where is Cell?”
“Probably off sulking somewhere.”
Goku’s mouth opened a millimeter. He wanted so badly to know why exactly would Cell, the monster of Nikki town, mass murder extraordinaire, be sulking about anything. But then that damned smell that had had him all confused in the first place was wafted back up his sensitive nose by an errant breeze. This of course caused his eyes to widen in horrible realization. Though, he tried like hell to ignore the obvious. Unfortunately, his mouth hadn’t quite understood this plan.
“Did you and Cell have sex?” He blurted, immediately wincing after the fact.
The prince’s eyes brightened at the question and the smirk he’d been sporting grew even larger. Taking a few steps, he was now uncomfortably close to his fellow Saiyan. This in turn caused Son Goku to burst into a hysterical display of nervous giggles and to scratch madly at the back of his head.
“Umm…wow, Vegeta.” He said between giggles. “Really…wow.”
The Prince still hadn’t moved.
“I didn’t know that Cell could do…you know…that.”
Vegeta’s grin was Cheshire worthy.
“Ahem…okay. Well, I guess I should leave you and Cell to…um…your training.”
And with that the Super Saiyan third class put two fingers to his forehead and ceased to be.
“Baka.”
~oo0oo~
After hunting down some lunch Vegeta sought out his missing android, it didn’t take much effort really. And within moments, the prince found Cell conveniently sitting near a stream. After the first phase of their new game, the flame haired royal was currently in desperate need of a bath. It would appear that the bio android had had the same idea.
He approached silently enough, though he knew that he’d be noticed. However, the android didn’t even turn around. He was hunched over a spot a few feet from the water’s edge, hair weighted down with water, rivulets of it running down his bare back. Vegeta could still make out the faint remnants of the bruises that had been there a few hours ago. It would seem that the bottom half of his Gi had been salvageable, but it appeared to be the only thing.
Upon passing the sulking android, Vegeta made a point to make his presence felt. He ran his fingers through Cell’s wet hair from the nape of his neck to the end of his scalp. He grinned as the android suppressed a shudder and set to removing what had been left of his own pants. He threw them backwards right into the pale cyborg’s face for good measure and stifled a shudder of his own as he stepped into the chilling waters of the stream. It wouldn’t do to show weakness in the presence of his new playmate, but a little ki wouldn’t hurt right about now either.
Cell snatched the ripped spandex away from his face revealing a wholly annoyed expression. It was bad enough that he’d participated in that horrid game of Vegeta’s but now he was behaving so brazenly in the bastard prince’s company.
It hadn’t been that good…really.
*sigh*
Cell’s skin started tingling at the mere thought of it. He ducked his head again to hide the blush that was raising the surface of his pale face. He focused on his tail as it lay twitching listlessly in the grass in front of him. He could feel it again now, but his power had yet to return. It still felt bottled up inside of him. The cap on it had been twisted looser some but his ki was still trapped there bubbling just underneath it. If only he knew what Vegeta had done to him. He could figure out a way to reverse it. Then he could teach that pint sized son of a bitch a lesson.
But it was getting harder to ignore the way his body was reacting to the phantoms of the prince’s demanding touches. The android snarled in frustration and sprung to his feet. Dead set on leaving this accursed forest.
“And just where to you think you’re going?”
He had got only a short distance away from the river bank before Vegeta had asked him that. He turned around before he’d had the sense to prepare himself and almost sighed in defeat. Of course Vegeta had been bathing, why would he have and clothes on.
He had tried to keep his eyes at an appropriate level, but he found that he just couldn’t help himself. First it was the small prince’s compact but powerful chest. Then his slim little waist…then…*gulp* The prince was soaked from head to toe. His long flame of hair was now slicked down his back. Even now it was fighting to return to its former gravity defying position aloft. And then the sunlight hit the droplet of water that dotted him, it made the Saiyan prince’s skin a glistening bronzed wonderland. He licked dry lips at the though of… Kami…what had he become?!
He took a deep breath to try to calm his raging hormones. Hormones that he had been able to completely ignore until now.
“Not that it’s any of your business…I’m going back…to check on my arena.”
Vegeta choked back a laugh before his former smirk righted it’s self. He had almost been fooled by the return of the usual superior timbre of Cell’s voice, but that sad ass excuse the android had just come up with was almost laughable.
“You’re not going anywhere, android.” Vegeta said, eyes narrowed dangerously. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
The look the Saiyan was giving him was tremor inducing. The sudden silence was deafening. He swallowed audibly and caught the prince’s eyes following the path of his bobbing Adams apple. He could even hear the fabric rustle as his pants fell lower on his waist, his tail sprung to life just in time to catch them.
A rabbit scuttled nearby. A lone bird chirped.
Cell’s mouth pressed into a determined thin line, his resolve strengthening. He stood up tall flaunting the large height difference between the two of them. Vegeta advanced on him slowly. Stalkerly even. The prince looked up at him, a possessive glint just beneath the surface of his glossy pools of midnight.
“I’m not asking for your permission, Saiyan. I’m leaving. Playtime is over. Get out of my way.”
He had managed to almost convince himself with that one. Although, that iron fist that had somehow found its way into his gut without him noticing it only proved that he’d not been so lucky in convincing the bastard prince. He fell back into the grass, clutching his aching abdomen. If he squint his eyes, he could almost make out the outline of the ascended prince against the glowing radiance of his pulsing aura.
“That fucking son of a…”
“Humph.” Vegeta grunted, looking down on the grounded android, before dropping his power level back down. “Now, if you’re finished, we can get to the more pleasant part of the day.”
That one little sentence had some how lead up to Cell desperately sucking on the tongue that was now dominating his mouth. Vegeta’s hands were leaving trails of fire across his tingling skin. His pants had long since been ripped from him and his legs splayed wide. He gasped as the fingers he’d previously prepared pushed their way into his entrance getting him ready for a second go round. The prince hadn’t been so thoughtful the first time. Cell found himself wondering why the suddenly show of kindness, but that thought was brutally shoved aside and the impatient prince abruptly replaced those fingers with his swollen length.
Vegeta smiled slightly at the growl he’d gotten in response to his initial thrust. He hiked the android’s long legs up higher on his hips and set about making him scream. With each movement the air around them got a little warmer. Sweat dripped down the royal’s face, but he ignored it and kept his eyes open. He wanted to see the way Cell’s face twisted as he pounded him mercilessly.
“Fuck!” The sweaty, blushing creature beneath him snarled and before the prince knew it he was flat on his back, his erection driven even further inside of his now extremely willing playmate.
He would have cursed and pushed the android back but the sound that had emanated from the android was worth it all. It was a something like the bastard child of a whimper and a growl. Vegeta found himself becoming quite fond of it. Humans didn’t growl. He’d yet to coax anything close to it from the blue haired onna. Raditz used to make sounds like that. He closed his eyes a grinned taking it all in as the white haired cyborg fucked himself on the hardness inside of him.
He watched Cell’s face tighten in concentration, listened to every desperate little sound that pushed it way up through his oxygen starved chest.
“Vegeta…”
That was a whine, an actual whine. Vegeta almost chuckled in victory.
“Poor baby.” Vegeta’s lust laden voice replied.
He got a narrowed gaze in response but that android hadn’t been upset enough to stop. The prince reared up, taking back his former position. The pace was increasing making the two of them delirious with a single minded focus on their own pleasure. Cell cried out a choked off sob of precious release. But Vegeta continued tormenting him.
“Vegeta…” He whined again grabbing a handful of the prince’s hair.
His hand was smacked away. He was breaking the prince’s concentration. He was almost there…
Cell’s mouth fell open again only no sound was able to find its way out. There was the distinct feeling of wetness filling him but there was now also pain. This was located much higher on his over stimulated body; right where his neck met his shoulder. He couldn’t turn his head to see as Vegeta’s was in the way. The prince’s mouth was latched onto him, his sharp canines digging even deeper into his vulnerable flesh.
“Oww.” He mouthed.
The now bloody mouthed prince pulled away to look down at him with widened eyes. Cell’s stomach tightened and an intense panicky feeling over took him. Vegeta pulled away abruptly causing slight pain but not enough to distract the ashen haired man from the matter at hand. He sat up ignoring the discomfort, and watched the prince watching him. The Saiyan no Ouji looked shocked, frightened even.
Cell’s mouth opened to say something but there was nothing. He tried to get a look at his bleeding shoulder; dots of his warm violet hued life’s fluid pooling on the bruising flesh.
“Wha…” He said turning to the prince, the man’s face was white as a sheet. “What did you do?!”
(to be continued…)
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